Execution (26)
Mom’s thighs gleam.
She hastily clamps them shut, pressing them tightly together.
A silent gesture telling him not to come any closer.
That place radiates a moist, humid heat.
It teases the fidgeting tips of her son’s fingers from a distance so close they almost touch.
Soon he stops moving and simply receives the sensation flooding into his cock.
“Haa…! Haa…! Ugh…! Mom…!”
“Mom will take care of it… Our son, it’s really hard, isn’t it…?”
“It’s half-assed… I want to touch your pussy… Ugh!!”
“If that happens… you and I will end up having sex… For the sake of your future, we can’t…”
“Just touching is fine, right…? Mmm…!”
Strength drains from Hyun-woo’s arms.
His hand is inside her sports panties, yet he can’t put any force into it.
It hangs limp.
Just enduring his mother’s assault is already more than he can handle.
She slowly rises.
She pulls her son’s hand away from where it had been resting near her pussy.
Settling into a more comfortable position, Mom pats her thighs.
She places her hands on his shoulders and gently draws him down.
“Haa…! Haa…! Only touching Mom…”
“Hehe… Instead… you can touch my breasts… Hyun-woo…”
Her son rests his head against her thighs.
Mom leans her upper body forward.
Soft, pliant breasts press against his face.
Pink nipples jut out.
He flicks one up with his tongue.
Both of their bodies flinch.
Before they know it they are soaked in sweat.
Her hand movements grow steadily faster.
“Your body’s all grown, but… you’re still a baby, our son… Sucking on Mom’s nipples just like when you were little…”
“Mom… your breasts are so soft… Squishy and it feels so good…”
“How about it… think you’re going to come…?”
“Just a little more…”
“I’m sorry I can’t show you my pussy… Mom loves you too, but… I’m still… not ready in my heart…”
“It’s okay, Mom… You said you feel me as a man… That means… someday…”
His cock swells as if ready to burst.
It twitches inside Mom’s hand, dribbling copious precum.
The tip of the glans parts slightly; noticing, Mom brings over the towel she had set aside.
Hyun-woo’s legs spread wide.
He lifts his groin high, thrusting it forward.
An ungainly posture.
Without caring in the least, Mom pumps vigorously for her son’s sake.
At last it erupts in powerful spurts.
“Uuuugh!!”
“Haa…”
Semen pours out again and again.
It soaks the towel through.
A lukewarm heat.
It transfers to Mom’s hand.
She squeezes the tip of the shaft hard, then slowly strokes upward, pressing firmly all the way.
Not a single drop left behind—every last bit.
His hips finally settle back down; her son pants for breath.
He nestles into Mom’s embrace and savors the afterglow.
“Haa… haa…”
“You came a lot again this time, our son…”
“Just you wait—next time I’ll definitely…”
“Hehe… And what exactly are you going to do…?”
“I’m going to look… at Mom’s pussy…”
“And after that…?”
“I want to suck it…”
“Mom’s pussy…?”
“Yeah… The place I was born from… I want to know what it looks like… It has to be pretty, but still…”
“Oh come on… Saying things like that… is embarrassing…”
“Aren’t you curious what happens after that…? What do you want to do, Mom…”
“I don’t know… Don’t ask…”
“I want to put it in… Mom’s pussy… My cock…”
An explicit demand.
Sex with Mom.
The two of them have confirmed each other’s feelings.
Hearts pound.
His cock has not softened in the slightest.
It twitches and rises again inside Mom’s hand.
“Oh my… Like this again…”
“Because Mom’s touching me…”
“I’ll do it for you, as much as you want… If it can make Hyun-woo happy…”
Wet, squelching friction.
Mom’s hand begins to move.
Lick, lick.
Her son’s tongue flicks Mom’s pink nipples.
Before long the sun is sinking low.
Just the two of them, intimate in their private room.
The two of them lie on the bed, idly tapping at their phones.
So-jin and Jun-hyeok.
From the phone speaker with the volume turned low, dull wet friction and moans spill out.
“What are you watching? The woman looks pretty young, but the guy’s a pot-bellied middle-aged man.”
“Father-daughter incest.”
“Oh my… Honey, are you into that?”
“Just watching. You’re the one who’s been talking about incest every single day lately… Plus there’s the situation with your sister and Hyun-woo.”
A low-angle shot.
A vein-bulging cock plunges deep and pulls back out.
Over and over.
Oral sex.
A father’s cock sliding in and out of his daughter’s lips.
So-jin’s hand slips under the blanket.
“Mmm…! Want to do it?”
“What about you…? Want to fuck Ji-hyeon’s pussy…?”
“I told you I’m just watching… Why bring up Ji-hyeon all of a sudden?”
Their daughter.
Son Min-su’s younger sister.
Strength gathers in Jun-hyeok’s cock.
He sets the phone down and rolls onto his side.
His hand naturally slides between So-jin’s legs.
“Hnnngh…! Honey…”
“You’re soaking wet… You’re the one who’s been going crazy wanting to do it with your own son.”
“Hehe… It’s because of Hyun-woo and So-young, you know…”
“How’s it going? Still jerking off in front of his mom?”
“Don’t be shocked—So-young finally… grabbed Hyun-woo’s cock and stroked it for him.”
“What…? Holy fucking shit… Then they’re going to fuck soon.”
Jun-hyeok is stunned.
His wife’s words hit like a bombshell.
Unable to hold back, he climbs on top of her.
So-jin’s legs spread wide.
She wraps both arms and both legs around her husband’s back.
He drags his cock across the outside of her pussy, heating her body.
“Haa…! Haa…! Honey…”
“Is that true? Your sister grabbed Hyun-woo’s dick and stroked it?”
“Yeah… She told me. Said he came a ridiculous amount of cock juice…”
“I’m going insane—never thought I’d get to see real mother-son fucking with my own eyes…”
“They’re people we know… That makes it even hotter… Tomorrow I promised to go over.”
“To your sister’s place?”
“Yeah… I already told her. Said if she milks Hyun-woo’s cock again like last time, I’ll hide and watch in secret…”
“You have to film it and show me. Just imagining it makes my cock hurt…”
“Haa…! Haa…! Honey… I want to fuck…”
Jun-hyeok lifts his hips.
He drives down hard.
A cry bursts out.
He pounds as if trying to stamp her pussy flat.
The bed creaks.
Roughly.
Jun-hyeok’s hips accelerate like mad.
“Aahng…! Honey, too fast…”
“You hurry up too, huh? Go seduce Min-su.”
“Haa…! Haa…! This afternoon after I showered… I ran into Min-su, nngh…!”
“What? That little shit came all the way up to the second floor? In broad daylight?”
“No, I was lazy… I left my clothes in the living room and showered downstairs… Haa…! Haa…!”
“Heh heh… Well, that kid has zero interest in you… Too busy fucking other pussies.”
“I thought no one was home… Came out with just a towel and of course Min-su walked in right then…”
“So what happened? Tell me, quick!”
“He stared… He looked me up and down…! Aaahng…! Honey…! My… pussy…!”
“That little shit looked at you? You just stood there? You should’ve grabbed your son’s hand and put it on your pussy!”
A beast’s roar.
So-jin’s eyes roll halfway back.
Jun-hyeok’s hips lift high and slam down with force.
Dull wet friction.
Foam gathers at the corners of So-jin’s mouth.
“Aaaahng!!”
“Ugh…! Fuck, So-jin! Ugh!”
Liquid gushes from inside her pussy.
Warm heat envelops cock and pussy alike.
Both of their bodies go limp.
Belly to belly, they pant for breath.
So-jin finally regains some composure.
Meeting her husband’s eyes, she slowly parts her lips.
“Min-su’s eyes… looked a lot like yours… He stared at me like that, honey…”
“You’re next, huh? So-jin.”
“I just couldn’t find the courage… I wanted to put his hand on my pussy like you said…”
“Imagination and reality are different… Still, there was progress… You did really well.”
“Aaaahng…! Khhng!!”
“Ugh!!”
So-jin clenches her lower body.
She squeezes Jun-hyeok’s cock—buried deep inside her—with the ridged walls of her pussy.
Her husband starts moving his hips again.
A chaotic mix of cries and wet friction fills the room.
Silence blankets the living room.
A woman lies face-down on the sofa.
Yellow T-shirt.
Navel and waist fully exposed.
And gray dolphin shorts.
She is curled up so tightly her ass swells as if ready to burst.
The deep inner thighs are visible.
So-jin.
She seems to be asleep, breathing softly.
The front door opens and someone steps into the living room.
Her son, Min-su.
He looks as if he is heading to his room, yet his gaze stops somewhere.
On the woman lying face-down on the sofa.
He freezes and stares for a long time.
Quietly, one step at a time so Mom won’t wake, he moves forward.
Eyes that look indifferent.
Impossible to tell what he is thinking.
He looks down from above.
Staring openly at his mother’s body.
Fingertips brush lightly against her thigh.
His face flushes red.
He spins around and hurries to his own room.
The sound of a door closing.
A moment later So-jin opens her eyes.
The corners of her mouth lift in a soft smile.
She slowly sits up and places a hand on her thigh.
She felt it.
Her son’s fingertips.
Only for an instant, but still.
Something spreads from deep in her chest.
Excitement.
So thick she can barely breathe.
Keeping her eyes on her son’s door, she slides a hand inside her dolphin shorts.
Her pussy is soaking wet.
Her son made it that way.
She stands and heads up to the second-floor bedroom.
She sends texts to Hyun-woo and her husband.
That Min-su lightly touched her thigh.
Progress report on the incest.
Both reply with encouragement.
She hurries to get ready.
To go watch a mother stroking her son’s cock.
A tight Dongtan-ajumma look that clings to her body.
Hyun-woo’s taste.
Good thing she ordered a few more outfits from the online shop.
Bag over her shoulder, she goes downstairs.
A twist of fate, perhaps.
Just then Min-su opens his door and steps out.
“Mom, where are you going? It’s already early evening.”
“Yeah, I’m meeting a friend for a bit.”
“Be careful.”
So-jin’s curvy figure.
Min-su’s eyes roll over her.
A reaction clearly different from before.
“Does Mom’s outfit look okay?”
“Act your age. What even is that.”
“Hehe… The friend I’m meeting today has great style, so I can’t look shabby.”
“Don’t drink too much.”
“Oh my… Min-su, are you worrying about Mom?”
“It’s not like that!”
Min-su dashes back into his room.
He slams the door shut.
Blunt words, yet affection seeps through.
A sharp tingle shoots between her legs.
From deep in her lower body.
Waves of guilt, excitement, and trembling roll in.
It is flowing out.
From her pussy.
A mother who gets wet just from her son looking at her.
Her feet refuse to move.
She heads for So-young’s house.
Only after climbing into the car does her body finally calm a little.
Maybe I, too, like my sister, with my son.
“Haa… haa…”
She feels like she is going crazy.
She understands So-young’s heart now.
Easy to say, hard to put into action.
In that brief moment when Min-su’s hand touched her thigh.
She could tell how much he was trembling.
Because he had put his hand on his mother’s body.
In front of Hyun-woo’s house.
She has already arrived.
She presses the bell.
The door opens and the two of them greet her warmly.
A mother and son who have already torn down the boundary between parent and child.
“Unnie, why are you so late? The soup’s getting cold—hurry in.”
“Yeah. Hyun-woo, have you been well?”
“Yes, Aunt… We’ve been seeing each other a lot lately.”
Hyun-woo locks the door behind them.
An outsider stepping into the private room of just the two of them.
Different from the outside air.
The atmosphere too.
The two of them naturally join hands.
A bond no one dares interrupt.
Connected by sticky love.
In the kitchen.
Hyun-woo sits beside So-young.
She has no choice but to sit across from them.
A white sheer blouse with a deep plunge of cleavage.
A sky-blue skirt that barely covers her panties.
Hyun-woo’s gaze keeps flicking over.
Staring openly at his mother’s breasts.
This is the scene of incest.