The Threesome in Mom's Room Was Scorching
In the middle of their fierce fucking, Han Pan could see Mi-ho's lips parting as she muttered something under her breath.
But her moans and ragged breathing buried the words so thoroughly he couldn't make them out.
A moment later he heard her clearly.
"Haa… fuuuck… fuuuck… fu…uck… fuck… fuuuck… fucking… heeell…"
The curses mixed into her moans like the steady whistle of a steam locomotive.
Mi-ho kept grinding her dripping cunt against his cock, working herself on him while spitting out the same filthy words in a perfect, rhythmic loop.
Han Pan smiled at the sight of his mother.
Then he goaded her.
"Fuck!! Mom, faster!! Swallow your son's cock harder!! Your pussy's gonna make me cum so fucking hard!!"
Mi-ho's eyes rolled halfway back as she slammed her cunt down onto him even more violently, driving herself wild.
The only thing she still wore were those crystal-studded white high heels that looked like carved jade; the rest of her body was pure eroticism.
Balancing precariously on the heels against the sheets, she planted her hands on his chest for leverage and rode his cock up and down like a woman possessed. She was pure filth.
His dirty talk only made her thrash harder.
Han Pan realized his mother got off on being sworn at.
He spoke again.
"I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum! Make me shoot already! Shake that ass harder!"
Mi-ho threw her head back.
At the same time her eyes rolled clean up toward the ceiling.
"Ahh!! Baby!!! Baby!!! Cum for me!!! Cum in Mommy!!! Your cock feels so good!!! Ah, baby!!!"
Pleasure wrapped her entire body; she screamed and moaned like a madwoman, pouring every filthy word she knew out of her mouth.
"Ah! Mom!! I'm getting close! Just a little faster!!!"
Han Pan shouted at her as she pounded her cunt onto his cock at top speed.
Her hips and his hips both accelerated until the wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the whole room.
He couldn't hold the rising pressure any longer.
Feeling the edge, he sat up, grabbed her waist, flipped her onto her back right beside So-jo, and climbed on top of her, driving his cock straight back into her soaked pussy.
He hooked her high-heeled legs over his shoulders, planted both arms beside her head, and started fucking her in earnest, hips pistoning hard and fast.
The thick, squelching sound of her juices filled his ears.
He looked down at her.
Her eyes were completely glazed with ecstasy.
Mi-ho lifted both arms and wrapped them around his neck.
Han Pan's body was slick with sweat.
The bed creaked violently under his thrusts; he sucked in deep breaths and kept slamming into her.
He buried his cock as deep as the angle would allow, pulling out and driving back in again and again.
Every time his cock plunged into her cunt, Mi-ho let out a simultaneous moan and gasp.
"Uuuuugh…"
A strange, broken sound tore from her throat; he felt her whole body start to tremble.
At the same moment her eyes rolled upward again.
She was about to cum.
Han Pan felt the same heat rising from his balls.
Mi-ho shuddered and forced out a few more words.
"Ah… fuck… fuck me… fuck… my pussy… fuck me… you bastard…"
Right on the edge of climax he growled,
"Ahhh!!! I'm cumming!!! Cumming in Mom's pussy!!! Ah fuck!!! Feels so fucking good!!!"
"Cum inside! Your cum! Shoot it inside!!!! Fuck!!! Your son's cum!!! Aaaaaaah!!!"
She begged him like a woman possessed.
The slit at the tip of his cock flared open and thick white ropes of cum blasted into her womb like cannon fire.
Two, three, more—jet after jet slammed deep into her uterus; Mi-ho felt every powerful spurt hammering her insides and her body convulsed.
The continuous flood of cum made her thrash harder.
Her eyes rolled pure white, her mouth hung open without a single sound, and her entire body locked rigid.
Her cunt clamped down with sudden force, milking his cock, squeezing every last drop out of him.
Han Pan's vision went white.
His mind and sight blanked out completely; he fired the final load like a man blacking out, then collapsed sideways onto the bed.
So-jo rolled out of the way as he tumbled next to her.
Han Pan squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his brain short-circuit.
It had been an orgasm so intense it almost killed him.
Mi-ho poked him with a finger.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
At some point Mi-ho had taken off the heels and was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
So-jo sat at the edge of the mattress, feet on the floor, back to him, glancing over her shoulder.
"Huh…?"
Han Pan felt his mind slowly rebooting.
The pleasure had been so overwhelming that he was still half-dazed.
"You passed out."
"What?"
So-jo giggled.
"You passed out…"
This time Mi-ho spoke.
"I think we knocked you out."
"Me?"
Clarity was returning bit by bit.
Mi-ho got off the bed, slipped into a thin robe that barely counted as sleepwear, and disappeared out the door.
Han Pan still wasn't fully back.
"Did I really pass out?"
"Yeah."
"How long?"
"Well… after you dumped that huge load in Mom you just collapsed right next to me… completely checked out… then you just lay there like a corpse for two or three minutes with zero reaction…"
"Ah… really?"
He felt a little embarrassed.
A moment later Mi-ho returned with a glass full of water and held it out to him.
Han Pan took it and drained it in one go.
She set the empty glass on the nightstand.
"Yesterday was fine…"
So-jo said.
"Yesterday your energy gauge must've been full…"
"Mm…"
Han Pan thought back to the afternoon session with Ban Mi-jo.
"Looks like you burned some of that energy earlier today…"
Mi-ho said with a knowing smile.
"Yeah…"
She looked at him with a mother's gentle eyes.
"You're a strong twenty-two-year-old guy, not Superman… hohoho."
So-jo laughed and lightly punched his arm.
"If you're gonna keep doing two women at once like this, you'd better take better care of that body… hohoho."
"Stop it… you're embarrassing him."
Mi-ho scolded So-jo, then turned back to him with a soft look.
"Feeling better?"
Han Pan nodded.
"Yeah… I'm fine…"
He took a deep breath and shook his head hard, trying to clear the last of the fog.
Once he felt more himself, he slowly sat up, stretched both arms high above his head, then turned to look at the two women in turn.
"Still, I finished both of you at the same time… don't I deserve a little credit for that?"
"Talking big already… guess you're back."
So-jo said.
"Looks like that thing's back too."
Mi-ho glanced pointedly at his cock.
It already looked ready for another round.
"I think I could go again."
Han Pan flashed a wide, toothy grin; So-jo's eyes lit up with matching excitement.
But Mi-ho, after a quick glance at So-jo, firmly rejected the offer.
A mother's stern expression settled on her face.
"That's enough for today… you need to rest."
"Huh? What happened to the woman who was screaming her head off a minute ago?"
Han Pan teased as he moved closer, but she fixed him with a sharp look.
"No matter what you say… no matter how good you are at sex… I'm still your mother… that doesn't change…"
She hesitated, glanced at So-jo, then continued.
"So as your mother I'm telling you—go to your own room… you'll probably need us again tomorrow… but for tonight, this is it."
Her words, so out of place after what they'd just done, made Han Pan realize she was flipping back and forth between mother and slut again.
"What about sleeping here?"
At that, Mi-ho's eyebrows instantly knitted into a sharp V.
"You know you have to work out at six tomorrow morning, right? You already skipped today…"
She changed the subject by bringing up exercise.
So-jo shrugged, reading the room perfectly.
She stood, unbuckled the ankle straps of the high heels she'd been wearing.
Han Pan watched her, then picked his clothes up off the floor.
He stepped over to Mi-ho and leaned in for a kiss.
She didn't pull away.
After their brief kiss, So-jo came over and gave her a short kiss of her own; Mi-ho looked at both of them and sighed.
"That's enough for today… Mom wants to rest… okay?"
Wearing the face of a mother who loved her children, she looked from one to the other.
Han Pan and So-jo both nodded, then headed for their own rooms.
Back in his room, Han Pan collapsed onto the bed.
Sleep rolled over him like a wave, and he sank under it.