Execution (8)
Their eyes blaze. Neither looks away. Nephew and aunt face each other, lips drawing slowly closer. She parts hers just enough to let the tip of her tongue slip free, inviting him.
“Mmnh…”
His answer is a soft sound of friction—lip against lip, tongue sliding deep. She takes him in. Arms open, they pull each other tight. His hand glides down her back, skims the curve of her waist, finds the flare of her hips, and keeps going until his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading gently.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
Tongues tangle. Throats work as they swallow each other’s spit, tasting, circling, neither of them leading. Her hands travel from his shoulders to his fingertips, teasing, then slip carefully lower. He twitches. Fingers push under his shirt and peel it upward. The kiss breaks. Bloodshot eyes lock at breath-sharing distance, hot air trading between them.
“Not bad for a first time… Hyun-woo.”
“Yeah. I’ve done it a lot with So-young… just not this kind of kiss.”
“Hehe… I’m a little jealous. But it’s fine… I get to taste your cock before that bitch does.”
“So-jin.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t call So-young a bitch.”
“Oh come on… is that really something to get mad about? Look at that face.”
“Yeah, it pisses me off. Talk shit about my mom and I don’t care if you’re my aunt. Get that straight.”
“Aww… baby… why are you like this…”
“Does Uncle know? That you’re going to have sex with me.”
“Yeah. I already told you he gave permission. He’s the one who said I could do it with Min-su first.”
Crazy woman. In front of a man young enough to be her son she twists her toes together like a shy little girl. The man standing before her—her nephew—steps in as a man. His hands slide into her white blouse and lift. She raises both arms, cooing, letting out soft moans while he strips her.
“I was wrong, baby…”
“I’ll let it slide this once. Sorry for killing the mood.”
“No… want me to take your pants off?”
“Yeah. Do it.”
She undoes his belt, tugs the drawstring free, eases the zipper down. Sports briefs. In one motion she drags everything lower—until something catches. It twitches free. Her nephew’s cock.
“Oh my… it’s even bigger than before…”
“Because you’re right in front of me.”
“So-young saw this too?”
“Yeah. I promised I’d show her me jerking off if she let me have you. Promise kept.”
“Hehe… your potential’s something else, baby…”
She has switched to calling him baby. Hyun-woo’s ears burn, but he doesn’t show it. He lays his hand over hers and pulls her forward. In that instant his cock springs free like a coiled spring, twitching right in front of her face. She can’t look away from the massive length. Half-lidded eyes, tongue unconsciously wetting glossy lips.
“Should I take mine off?”
“No—I just got lost staring because it’s so big… I’ll strip you.”
She drops to her knees and finishes peeling the pants and briefs from his ankles. Hyun-woo stands completely bare. One step closer.
“Ah—”
“Nngh…”
The hot, rigid length smacks against her forehead. Pain blooms from how hard the blood has rushed into it. The confident woman who had been kissing him moments ago is gone; shame floods her face and she can’t lift her head.
“So-jin, I’ll undress you—stand up.”
“Honestly… why so impatient… just jabbing me like that…”
“You made me this way. Forget what you said in the car? That your pussy was itching.”
“Haa… haa…”
“Stand up. Now.”
So-jin’s head snaps up. She stares at her nephew’s twitching cock, then rises in slow motion. The tip brushes her hair, her soft cheek, her chin—then bounces free as she finally stands straight. Eyes locked on his cock, she puts both arms behind her back. A soft click—her bra falls open and drops uselessly to the floor. So-jin’s breasts make his mouth water: full, wide, round, nipples already peaked and jutting.
“Baby… take my skirt off…”
“Okay.”
“One piece at a time…”
He had meant to take the panties with it. One step forward. Clear fluid beads at the tip of his cock—pre-cum—and drives straight into her belly with a soft poke.
“Haa…! Haa…! Why is it so hard… if you put that in my pussy… it’s going to hurt…”
“Don’t tense up. It’s my first time too…”
“Hehe… it’s huge… no matter how many times I look…”
“I’ll take that as a compliment…”
The head digs into the soft little pooch of her lower belly, leaving a shallow dent. A shiver runs through Hyun-woo’s whole body; he lets out a moan that is almost a sigh. With trembling hands he catches the pink skirt string—chosen on purpose to seduce her nephew—and slowly draws it down. Nothing left but the panties. He kneels, fingers on the waistband. Both of them are tense.
“Take them off, baby…”
“This is incest. You okay with that…?”
“Yeah… I really wanted it… and I’m glad the person is you, Hyun-woo…”
His arms tighten; veins stand out on his wrists as he yanks the fabric down hard. Thick pubic hair, split flesh already soaked, sticky wetness stretching in a long string from the crotch of the panties. She lifts each foot and kicks them free. Aunt and nephew stand naked, facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes, hands tightly clasped. They step into the bathroom.
A woman stares straight into the camera. Full makeup, long wavy hair cascading free, expression blank.
Click.
“Great work, So-young.”
“Thank you, everyone. You all worked hard.”
Applause. People crowd around her, every one of them giving a thumbs-up and calling the shoot perfect. So-young smiles brightly. The new-dress catalog shoot has finished earlier than expected. Her face falls a little. Tomorrow morning she still has a bikini shoot scheduled. Originally the two were meant to run back-to-back; the timetable shifted. She had been looking forward to going home and spending time with her son.
On the short walk to the lodging near the studio she dials Hyun-woo. No answer. Worry pricks her. Just as she is about to hang up, a welcome voice comes through.
“Mom? Shoot finished?”
“Mm… why did you take so long to pick up?”
“Ah… I’m in the shower right now… didn’t hear the ring.”
“Dinner?”
“About to eat. You finished earlier than I thought?”
“Schedule changed. I’ve got another shoot tomorrow morning, so I probably won’t get back until evening.”
“Haa… haa… nngh…”
“Hyun-woo?”
“Mm… Mom…”
“Your voice… what’s wrong…?”
Rough breathing. Wet, slick friction. A sudden suspicion.
“I… started thinking about you… a little…”
“Are you… masturbating right now…?”
“Mm…”
So-young glances around. No one nearby. She quickens her pace, reaches the lodging, locks the door, sits on the bed and presses the phone to her ear.
At that same moment Hyun-woo is standing in the bathroom—but he is not alone. The woman in front of him is So-jin, body slick with body wash, foam everywhere. Her hand moves, stroking the thick shaft that looks almost like a rod. She smiles faintly, presses her body against him, flicks a protruding nipple with the tip of her tongue. The motion speeds up.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Gonna cum?”
“A little more and I might…”
“Can’t even wait one day before you start jerking off… what am I going to do with you…”
“It’s fine, Mom… somehow… I feel like I can… nngh…!”
So-jin whispers into his ear, telling him to lie—that he has gone soft. He catches on.
“Mom thought about Hyun-woo all day too…”
“Haa…! Haa…! I can’t…”
“Is it hard…?”
“Yeah… I thought I could, but… actually it’s already been thirty minutes…”
“What should we do… you always managed fine in front of Mom…”
“Guess imagination isn’t enough… looks like I’ll have to wait until tomorrow…”
“I’m sorry work kept me from seeing you…”
The head of his cock has turned deep red, the slit just starting to open. Veins stand out along the shaft. He is right on the edge. So-jin clamps a hand over his mouth. Thick white liquid erupts in a powerful arc, spattering the clear glass that looks straight into the hotel room. His strength drains. A brand-new experience—coming while talking to his mother on the phone, his aunt pumping him. Heels lift off the floor; his whole body shudders, then slowly settles. She lowers her hand. A long breath.
“Haa… I should stop now.”
“I interrupted you… calling for no reason…”
“No. I’m happy I got to hear your voice.”
So-young’s voice trembles. Complicated feelings. An abnormal conversation—her son’s masturbation. From deep in her chest rise excitement, pity, love.
“Tomorrow… Mom will help you… just hold on a little longer…”
“Okay. Going to eat dinner now?”
“I should… sleep early so I can prep for the morning shoot…”
“Don’t worry about me, do well… call when you leave.”
“All right… don’t overdo it… rest well…”
“Night, Mom.”
“You too, Hyun-woo.”
So-jin snatches her nephew’s phone and sets it on the shelf. She stares at the semen streaking the clear glass, then squeezes the still-hard cock as if wringing it out. It has not softened at all.
“What’d she say?”
“You heard. She said she’ll help tomorrow.”
“Hehe… So-young really… can’t even last one day…”
“That’s how much she loves me… different flavor, maybe, but still.”
“Whatever. You can keep going, right? Cock’s still like that.”
“Jealous? Your tone’s a little…”
“Feels like your mind’s somewhere else… leaving a naked woman standing here.”
“So-jin.”
“Hm?”
“In the elevator you said you’d suck my dick… do it now.”
“My… Hyun-woo, the second the call with your mom ends you’re demanding your aunt give you a sakkashi?”
“Yeah. Suck it.”
So-jin picks up the shower head and rinses the body wash from both of them, then sets it back. She sweeps her wet hair back and looks up at her nephew with a sexy gaze. Eyes locked on his, she slowly sinks to her knees. One hand wraps tight around the base of the shaft. Silence. Hyun-woo looks down. His heart hammers. The cock is swollen beyond control. Her face brushes it, pulls away. Sensation blooms across the head. His breathing roughens again.
“Haa… haa…”
“It really looks delicious, Hyun-woo’s cock…”
“First time. Getting a blowjob.”
“From a woman?”
“Yeah.”
“Lucky me… living long enough to be a fine man’s first… and his first oral partner…”
“Teach me.”
“What?”
“So I can satisfy So-young without getting nervous when we have sex.”
“Hehe… still going on about So-young till the end…”
“Want me to stop mentioning her?”
“…No. Call me Mom once.”
“You?”
“Yeah. Keep talking casual… got it?”
“…Mom.”
“That’s it, Hyun-woo… Mom’s holding your cock right now… sexy?”
“Extremely.”
Hair almost the same as his mother’s. The sisters blur together. Of course they would. His heartbeat feels ready to burst.
“Then from now on… Mom’s going to suck her son’s dick, okay?”
“Haa… haa…”
“You have to answer, son…”
“Yeah… suck it, Mom…”
A bright streak cuts through Hyun-woo’s mind and snaps. So-jin’s red-stained lips part wide, move toward her nephew’s cock—and finally take him in.