Blood Ties (2)
Hyun-woo had been staring blankly for quite some time. He twisted his waist slightly to the side and reached out, pulling a few tissues to wipe his mother's thighs.
"Haa..."
"What are you doing just lying there?"
"It's proof you're healthy... look how much you came..."
"I'll clean you up, so don't move."
"Hehe..."
His mother's thighs twitched. Every time her son's fingers brushed those deep places, the floor was a complete mess—and so was the hand still gripping his cock, sticky and clinging.
"Unnie, pass me the wet wipes next to you..."
"If you're feeling gross, why not just take a shower?"
"Forget it. The second I'm gone you two will start something..."
"You said you trust your boyfriend."
"You know as well as I do, Unnie... how incredible Hyun-woo is as a man..."
"You're right. My panties are soaked through... I keep wondering what it would feel like... Hyun-woo's cock."
"That's why I can't go shower... not unless it's with you, Unnie."
"Hehe... leaving your boyfriend with a hard-on just sitting there?"
So-jin handed over the wet wipes and helped wipe her clean. The living room thrummed with the thick scent of semen. The son still couldn't tear his eyes from his mother's pure white thighs. A maddening rush of excitement flickered through his mind. Soft skin under his palm. His mother's ass. He squeezed hard.
"Oh my... Hyun-woo?"
Without a word, Hyun-woo poured liquor into the empty glass, then raised it. He looked back and forth between the two women seated on either side of him.
"How manly of you, Hyun-woo..."
"Drink, Auntie... you too, Mom."
"Mm..."
They clinked glasses and each downed a shot. His lips were parched dry. He'd drunk, yet the thirst remained unquenched. Hyun-woo sank into thought.
"What are you doing, Hyun-woo?"
"Auntie, and Mom... lie face-down for me... I'll give you a massage."
"Oh my... not just Mom? Auntie too?"
"Yes. I'm the only one losing out here... the two of you get all the good views to yourselves..."
"Hehe... so our nephew wants to look at our pussies... hmm? What should we do about that..."
So-young's hand tightened. She squeezed her son's shaft hard. A moan slipped free. His ears turned bright red.
"My son... you're planning something naughty, aren't you...?"
"Yeah. I am..."
"Haa... haa... saying it right out in the open now... just like Auntie said... you want to look down there...?"
"If you say no, I won't touch you... I don't want to see you look sad."
"No, it's not that... it's just... lying down with Auntie would feel... strange..."
"Mom, your ears are red. I won't say it twice... lie face-down with Auntie."
Her son's demand left his mother speechless. She could only stare at her sister's face. This shouldn't be happening. So why was she trembling with excitement?
"Hyun-woo's offering a massage, so let's lie down... it's less effort and so nice..."
"Unnie..."
"It's a massage from your boyfriend, isn't it... like Hyun-woo said, we shouldn't be the only ones having fun..."
"Haa... haa... I guess so...?"
"Hyun-woo's cock looks like it's suffering..."
So-jin was the first to start lying face-down. Hyun-woo stood abruptly and headed for the laundry room, returning with two blankets and some gel. He slid a blanket under his aunt's waist where she lay prone, then another for the spot where his mother would lie. The view from above—the two sisters' figures.
"If it gets hard... tell me, Hyun-woo... Mom will help you..."
"This time... I might be the one who has to help..."
"Haa... haa..."
Staring straight into her son's bloodshot eyes, his mother slid down onto her stomach. A rutting male. Her heart pounded. That man settled comfortably between them, around their waists—close enough that a simple reach of his hand would touch their asses. So-young's and So-jin's hands hovered near Hyun-woo's twitching cock, close enough to feel its lukewarm heat.
"Auntie, you should change your panties, shouldn't you?"
"Hehe... no point. They'll be soaked again in no time..."
"Why?"
"How can you be so wicked... when you already know..."
"I'm asking because I don't know."
Hyun-woo squeezed a long ribbon of gel into his palm and rubbed it between his hands. The two women's backs. Sexy. Older sister and younger. Bound by blood.
"You don't have to spread your legs...?"
"No need to worry... they'll open on their own..."
"Haa... haa... what are you planning to do..."
Dark gray sports briefs. And apricot-colored lace panties. One thing in common: the wet stains clearly visible between their ass cheeks. He swallowed hard and slowly set both hands on their calves. A slick friction sound. Starting carefully from the ankles, he glided upward.
"Haa... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
At the boundary of thigh and calf he paused, then slid back down. Both bodies twitched. His aunt's hips even rocked. He moved to the opposite calf, pressing firmly with the backs of his hands before starting again from the ankle. Soft flesh rubbing soft flesh. He circled their heels, then brushed the soles of their feet with his fingertips.
"Aahng...!"
"Hyun-woo, that tickles..."
"I want to do this properly. Opportunities like this don't come often..."
From the ankles again—this time without stopping, he drove straight up over the thighs. Soft moans slipped from both women's lips. Kneading their thighs, he pushed deeper and deeper.
"Uuungh...! Haa... mmh...! Haa..."
"Kkeuheung... aahng...! Haa... haa..."
Groans of strain. Reactions growing fiercer. Twitching, twitching—as if they'd been shocked. In that instant his aunt's waist jerked upward, then collapsed weakly. Her body heated under her nephew's hands digging deep. Her legs began to spread open to the sides.
"Hehe... I told you, didn't I? Your legs would open..."
"Haa... haa... you're a pro at teasing... where did you learn a massage like this...?"
"YouTube. Said it's great for relieving fatigue... especially amazing for women's skin care."
"Right. Auntie taught you the positions, didn't she... told you to try them on Mom..."
"Yes. Thanks to that I had a very educational time... and Mom was happy about it too... right?"
So-young jerked her head up, then let it drop weakly. A final cry—no, a moan. Her son's hand had pushed deep into the innermost part of her thigh. That wicked hand moved to the opposite thigh. Teasingly. Digging as if to plunge deep, then circling the edges. The fiercer the two women's reactions grew. Their waists kept bouncing up and collapsing without rest. His mother's ass rocked and jiggled too. Moans mixed with slick friction sounds, weaving a lewd atmosphere.
"Both of you have knots in your muscles... if I don't loosen them in time, it won't do."
"Haa...! Haa...! Hyun-woo... Auntie's about to lose it..."
"Yes. You've had this a few times already, Auntie... feeling your condition improve?"
"I can't even breathe... your hands feel better than any man's... haa...! Haa...! Uungh...!"
"Hehe... I haven't even started yet? I haven't loosened the place that's knotted the most."
"Where... is that...?"
"You know, Auntie... and Mom."
Hyun-woo pressed his lips together. The eyes of a beast in heat fixed on the two women as if he meant to devour them. He leaned his upper body forward slightly. His gel-slicked hands drove deep into their groins—ssuuuk.
"Euhang!!"
"Aeuung!!"
Both women convulsed. Hyun-woo's fingertips touched that soft, tender pink flesh—what was called a pussy. He stroked upward, then slipped inside the panties covering the upper curve of their asses. He gripped hard and circled clockwise, round and round. Their bare bodies shook. Crushed breasts spilled sideways and their asses bounced. For a fleeting instant the two women's gazes crossed. The older sister's lips curved up slowly. An expression drunk on excitement. Half-lidded eyes. The younger sister was the same. Spit wet the corners of her mouth and dripped to pool on the floor.
"You're really good at this, Hyun-woo..."
"Worth receiving, right?"
"Hehe... if only he could massage like you..."
"You've got Min-su hyung, Auntie. Just teach him."
"That's such a distant story..."
"No it isn't. It depends on you deciding, Auntie... ask him for a massage. Legs spread just like this."
"Haa... haa... then... Min-su might not be able to hold back..."
"You said he never even looks at you."
"It's changed a little lately... the way he looks at me... he's starting to resemble him..."
"That's wonderful news. Min-su hyung will gladly massage you... you've got so many knots."
"Hehe... where are these knots supposed to be... Auntie has no idea...?"
"Acting like you don't know, Auntie...?"
Hyun-woo's hands moved to the opposite ass. He kneaded freely and stretched his thumbs sideways. Between the cleft of their asses. He dug deep and, using his knuckles, scraped downward in one swift stroke. And at last—he tapped that place, thick with wet moisture.
"Kkeuheung!!"
"Aaang!!"
They went rigid. Both women's bodies in heat twisted of their own accord. They shuddered with pleasure. His mother kicked her feet and cried out. His aunt was no different—swallowing moans as she felt her nephew's thumbs against her pussy. He didn't push deeper; instead he rose, then once more stroked down through the cleft. Violent thrashing. They strained with all their might to endure it.
"Ah...! Hyun-woo, not there...!"
"It's knotted tight so it might sting a little, Mom... just bear it a bit... Auntie's taking it well too."
"Haa...! Haa...! Euhheung...! That's not it..."
"Your voice is rising. Feels good here, doesn't it..."
Hyun-woo tapped the pink labia. Both women's waists jerked up and collapsed weakly. Gel and pussy juice mixed into a sticky state, stretching in long strands. He brushed through the cleft of their asses, then grabbed a handful of that soft flesh and toyed with it. Once more he stretched his thumbs somewhere. The man lightly pinched the waistbands of their panties and began to tug them down. The upper curves of their asses were bare, yet he showed no sign of stopping. Lower and lower.
"Oh come on, what are you trying to do... Hyun-woo..."
"I want to make you feel even better... the panties are in the way so I can't massage properly..."
"Hehe... do you want to see Auntie's pussy that badly...?"
"And what would you do if I did?"
"What about Mom..."
"Don't worry. I'm taking Mom's panties off too."
So-young hung her head, panting hard. Her son's touch made the world go black before her eyes. A strong wave of dizziness washed over her so she couldn't even hear the two of them talking. A tingling sensation rose from deep in her lower body and spread through her entire frame. A body made sensitive to the extreme. She noticed the panties sliding down, yet no strength would come. She had no choice but to accept it. In that moment, shame and an explosive rush of excitement tangled together and she was seized by a full-body tremor.
Both women's asses—laid bare without a scrap of covering. Panties pulled down to their crotch. They shimmered in Hyun-woo's eyes. He steadied his breathing and focused to the end. His aunt shifted her legs to help. The apricot lace panties, soaked through with pussy juice, dropped with a soft thud to one side of the living room. At last So-jin was completely naked.
"Mom, can you lift your leg a little?"
"Haa... haa... why..."
"I want to loosen the knots... you're struggling too, Mom. Auntie's ready..."
"Did you... take her panties off?"
"Yeah. Just yours left."
So-young barely managed to collect herself. She lifted her head and shifted her gaze toward her sister's ass. Not a single thread of clothing. Hyun-woo's eyes. Her heart plummeted. Between her sister's legs—his gaze locked on her pussy. She dropped her head again. As if resigning herself, she let out a deep sigh. Then she lifted one leg to help. Her mother's panties slid free with a soft rustle and were tossed carelessly into a corner.
"Wow... it's so pretty, Mom's pussy... I can't see it in detail yet, but..."
"Haa... haa... you were looking at Auntie's pussy... you're going to make me feel bad..."
"No. Look at my eyes... I'm only looking at Mom's pussy... I can't tear my eyes away..."
"In the end... it's come to this. You and me... and even Unnie..."
"I'm starting..."
Hyun-woo cut off his mother's words. His mother's dazzling pussy. It was holding so much water. Pink, distinct against her pure white skin. Whether from the juices that had spilled, it gleamed. Liquid seeping out in little spurts. The place that would have to take him again—her son's cock, after twenty years. He refilled his palm with gel. He leaned his upper body forward and reached his hands between the two women's legs.