The Three From the Living Room to the Bedroom
While the two of them kissed in a frantic tangle, Han Pan kneaded their breasts before sliding his hands lower.
The space between them opened; their kiss broke.
He rested his palms on their thighs and smiled.
Understanding at once, they parted their legs for him.
Han Pan reached easily between them, fingers finding their cunts.
After a brief hesitation Mi-ho stretched her neck and began licking his throat; So-jo sucked his earlobe and worked her tongue inside his ear.
His cock swelled harder still.
Mi-ho licked along his neck, then traced the line of his jaw with her lips, drifting toward his mouth. So-jo left his ear and slid down his face until she hovered at his lips, kissing him while her tongue painted his cheek.
Their tongues met.
The two wet tips tangled right in front of Han Pan’s mouth; he pushed his own tongue out to join them.
Three tongues spilled free, knotted without ownership, trading spit in a single messy braid.
It was obscenely erotic.
For a long while the three of them simply rubbed tongues together, stoking every nerve they could reach.
After the fierce kiss they pulled apart, panting.
They looked at one another in silence.
So-jo, finally grasping the full picture, giggled.
Mi-ho answered with a similar smile, eyes moving between Han Pan and her daughter.
Even then their hands never stopped: Han Pan stroked their inner thighs while they caressed the thick bulge straining his pants.
Mi-ho dipped her head and gave him a short, soft kiss—not a mother’s kiss, but the quick, intimate press lovers share.
So-jo turned his face toward her and did the same.
Han Pan cupped the backs of their heads and drew them both to the center again. Three tongues shot out once more, twisting and sharing saliva.
The living room filled with the wet, smacking sounds of three tongues working, the noise rising over the movie dialogue and spreading through the house.
This kiss was fiercer than the last.
They coiled and uncoiled their tongues as if they meant to devour one another.
In the middle of the breathless tangle Han Pan finally had to suck in a huge lungful of air and sag backward; their mouths parted at the same moment.
“Shall we enjoy this somewhere more comfortable?” So-jo said.
“Where?”
“Mom’s bed is the biggest…”
At So-jo’s suggestion Mi-ho’s face went blank for a second. Then she stood, turned, and started up the stairs. So-jo followed.
Han Pan clicked off the television with the remote and trailed after the two women.
Mi-ho entered her room; unexpectedly, So-jo peeled off toward her own. A puzzled Han Pan went first to Mi-ho’s doorway.
Inside, Mi-ho switched on the small lamp beside the bed. Soft orange light washed the room, wrapping everything in a gentle glow.
Han Pan caught her arm and turned her to face him.
“Mom… are you okay doing this in here?”
Part of him was still uneasy. The idea that the whole family would now fuck openly on this bed felt unreal; he needed her clear consent before they made it official. More than anything he wanted to know how firmly she had decided.
“I already told you. As long as you keep treating me like your mother, I don’t mind… If you respect me as Mom and I treat you as my son, it’s fine… Of course, thinking of you as a man is a separate thing—that’s just instinct… And right now I have to follow that instinct… Ah, I don’t even know anymore… Everything’s so confusing… Yet it keeps flowing this way… Like some kind of spell…”
Han Pan saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
Then the click of high heels sounded behind him.
He turned.
So-jo stood there completely naked except for a pair of extremely high black heels. The shoes themselves were ordinary in shape, yet a thick ankle strap locked tight with a metal clasp.
Mi-ho and Han Pan simply stared.
So-jo smiled, climbed onto Mi-ho’s bed, spread her legs wide, and shamelessly offered them her open cunt.
Mi-ho looked almost speechless at the brazen display.
“You…”
So-jo cut her off.
“Mom, Han Pan loves fucking in high heels… You’ve got plenty of them. Go put a pair on.”
Mi-ho was still half-stunned, but Han Pan only grinned at her.
“You just going to keep standing there?”
At So-jo’s prodding Mi-ho hesitated. So-jo rose from the bed, walked over, and caught the hem of Mi-ho’s T-shirt, pulling it upward. With a resigned sigh Mi-ho let the shirt come off, revealing a simple bra that barely contained her enormous breasts. She shot So-jo a look, then unhooked it herself. The heavy, springy mounds spilled free in all their glory.
When So-jo reached for the shorts, Mi-ho stopped her and pushed both shorts and panties down in one motion. She walked straight into her closet.
So-jo returned to the bed, stacked pillows, and reclined comfortably.
Han Pan stripped off his T-shirt, pants, and underwear. His half-hard cock jutted thick and heavy. So-jo wet her lips with her tongue.
“No matter when I see it… that thing is still mouth-watering…”
Han Pan nodded and lay down beside her.
A moment later the click of heels announced Mi-ho’s return from the closet. She was naked except for a pair of white high heels—classic in shape, yet the stiletto heels gleamed metal and the entire surface was densely studded with tiny cubic stones. Simple, yet luxuriously elegant; they suited her perfectly. To Han Pan it felt as if both mother and sister were unveiling brand-new shoes never worn outside the house.
Looking down at her two naked children lying side by side, Mi-ho said,
“I still can’t believe this moment—watching the two of you so eager to fuck an old woman like me… I just don’t know anymore…”
Han Pan opened his mouth, but So-jo spoke first.
“Mom, whatever happens inside this house doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re an incredibly sexy woman who loves sex… and so do we. We both love you—not as daughter or son, but as you yourself…”
So-jo’s gaze dropped to Han Pan’s cock. The half-erect shaft drew Mi-ho’s eyes as well. So-jo continued,
“Mom… look at him. He wants you right now. Don’t you want him too? A guy with a cock this magnificent is craving you—what’s the problem? …And look at me. Aren’t I sexy?”
She lifted her left breast and licked the nipple, the gesture pure provocation.
Mi-ho stared at Han Pan’s cock. He flexed his abs and the shaft, making it leap upward. Mi-ho shook her head in disbelief, but So-jo laughed.
“It even dances, hahaha.”
Mi-ho burst out laughing.
Han Pan said,
“I’m not saying Mom is perfect. I just want her to be honest as a woman… Same goes for So-jo unnie… None of us is perfect… So… no more hesitation after this.”
Mi-ho held up a palm in surrender.
“Okay, okay… I got the point. Now do something about that thing. Are you just going to keep dancing it around, or are you actually going to use it?”
She smiled and nodded.
The instant the words left her mouth So-jo bent forward, thrusting her ass toward Han Pan, wrapped one hand around his cock, and took it into her mouth.
“Yesterday all over again…”
Mi-ho climbed onto the bed, lowered her head, and rested it beside So-jo’s. So-jo pulled the cock free and offered it to her mother. Mi-ho slowly opened her lips and slid the thick shaft inside.
The twin warmth of their mouths flooded Han Pan’s cock; blood surged hard into it.
The two women sucked and licked for a while.
Watching them, a question rose in Han Pan’s mind.
“Hey… Mom… Unnie… about the sex we had yesterday… Did either of you ever imagine the three of us would end up fucking together like this?”
The two women, lips still wrapped around his flushed cock, lifted their heads and looked at him.
Mi-ho glanced at So-jo; So-jo looked back at Mi-ho.