Blood Ties (5)
Hot air.
Ragged breathing.
Hands roaming over dazzling bare skin.
The living room is a tangle of moans and wet, slick friction.
Sweat beads roll down foreheads. Bodies are slicked with lube, slippery and gleaming. Flesh slides against flesh. The slender hands of two women stroke a twitching cock.
“Haa… haa…”
Full, rounded breasts. Nipples standing stiff. Fingers flick them up, then sweep gently downward.
A twitch. Another.
Fingers slip into the crease of a groin—the soft fold of a Y-zone—teasing along the seam before two of them push in deep.
Pleasure crashes through her, beyond words. Glossy lips part; a cry tears free.
“Aahngh…!”
The pace quickens. Liquid spatters between fingers and the tender pink folds they work. Wet, squelching sounds. He draws back, then drives in hard again. Past the ridged walls, he finds the swollen little bead of her G-spot and taps it.
A female whimper. A sob.
Both women’s lower bodies clench. Their walls clamp around the invading fingers and squeeze hard. Inner lips drag out with the withdrawal, then swallow them again. Over and over.
“Ah…! Hyun-woo, I told you to be careful there…! Nngh…!”
“Haa…! Haa…! Why? You want me to fuck you, Auntie?”
“Son…! Mom’s… having a hard time…! A little gentler… ah…!”
Conversation frays. None of them really knows what they’re saying. Fingers plunging in and out of cunts. Hands stroking cock. Frenzy takes them.
“Kyaa…! Nngh…! Ah…!”
“Ugh…!”
“Aangh!! Aaaang…! Kkeungh…!”
So-young fights to hold on, eyes squeezed shut, mind blank. Her son’s cock fills her hand; her sister’s fingers circle the base of the shaft. Again his fingers find her G-spot and pull free. Breath locks in her throat. Her belly hollows. It feels so good—like her body is floating. She wants more. Slowly she spreads her legs wider, then draws them up toward her stomach so her sex lifts and presents itself in a shameless, open pose.
Hyun-woo feels the shift. His mother’s thighs, the soft underside of her ass, her open cunt hover right before his eyes—a mess of lube and sweat, gleaming, shining naked skin.
“Mom… want me to go a little faster…?”
“Haa…! Haa…! Yes… please…”
Dull, wet impacts. His fingers hammer in and out of his mother’s cunt like mad. Spasms. Her body shudders. His aunt is the same. Both women haul their legs up against their bellies. They try to pin their own thighs and the soft flesh of their asses in place, but everything is too slick. In the end they shove both hands into the crooks of their thighs and lock their fingers together, holding themselves open.
Mother and aunt, cunts bared and thrust out. His cock is free at last, dripping precum.
“Ugh…! Mom…! Auntie…!”
“Ahaang!! Nngh…! Ah…! Kkeung…!”
“Kyaaang!! Aang!! Honey!! Baby!! Aaaaaaah!!”
His aunt whips her head from side to side, racing toward climax. She used to thrash like that when he fucked her, too. Her ridged walls clamp so tight around his fingers he can barely pull free.
“Ah…!”
Her body locks solid. Right after the scream, foam gathers at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes roll slowly back. She trembles. Her cunt writhes like something alive, crushing his fingers.
“Aaaaaaang!!”
A female shriek. His aunt comes on her nephew’s fingers.
His mother is still holding on—barely—but the thought that he has to make this woman happy fills him completely. He pulls his fingers from his aunt’s cunt, turns, and shifts sideways. He plants a hand on his mother’s swaying breasts and kneads them the way he would dough.
“Hyun-woo…! Ahaang…! Nngh…! Ah…! Nngh…!”
“You can come, Mom… I’m right here… Let it all go!”
“Aaaaaaah!!”
Her body freezes with her hips lifted high. His fingers, buried deep, tap her G-spot once more. Her head snaps back. She shudders violently; the hands locked around her thighs clench hard. Warmth floods against his fingertips. Her ass jerks up as her lower body convulses—and from deep inside her cunt a jet of fluid erupts.
Hyun-woo watches it happen right in front of him. The female squirting—shiofuki—he’d only ever seen in porn. She can’t hold it back under her son’s hand; she shows him everything.
“Ha…! Ah!! Ha…! Ah!!”
Strange sounds spill from her lips. Her inner flesh milks him without rest. He tries to ease his fingers free, but her cunt won’t let go—it drags after them, then snaps back into place like a rubber band.
The floor is soaked. The living room is a wreck.
He heads for the laundry room, grabs a generous stack of spare towels, and pulls cold water from the fridge. The two women still lie in the living room, gasping. He wipes away the traces of her squirting with a towel and settles them back where they were sitting.
“Haa… haa… Hyun-woo, water…”
“Yes, Auntie… here.”
He wipes the foam from the corner of her mouth and holds the cup to her lips. She gulps it down greedily—she must have been desperately thirsty. Her face is flushed red as if she’d just stepped out of a sauna, thick beads of sweat everywhere. He dabs them carefully with a towel.
“I feel like I can live again… What about Mom?”
“She came later than you, so she’s still catching her breath.”
“Hehe… Came where… hm?”
“You showed us. Don’t pretend you don’t know.”
“So embarrassing… I don’t even show my husband that side of me…”
“That just means it felt that good. Mom looked the same.”
He turns his gaze. His mother lies with one arm across her forehead, eyes closed. He wipes her sweat with a towel, cradles her head, and slowly lifts it. When he sets the water to her lips she drinks just as greedily as her sister.
“Thank you…”
“You with us?”
“A little… dizzy.”
“Want to sleep? You look exhausted.”
He brushes the tangled hair back behind her ear. Even in her daze she manages a bright smile. Her vision clears; only then does So-young have the presence of mind to look around the living room. The memory is vivid. Heat floods her face. She ducks her head and turns her eyes away.
“I’m okay now.”
“You’re avoiding my eyes. Something happen?”
“…You know.”
“I don’t. Not at all.”
“You’re awful, Hyun-woo.”
“You see it every day, Mom. How do you think I feel?”
“Hehe… True. Hyun-woo’s water is something Mom drains for him, so…”
“No need to be shy… I love that side of you too.”
“Hyun-woo…”
“If it bothers you that much, help me out and make me look just like you.”
“Hm?”
He takes his mother’s arm and draws her somewhere. His shaft is burning hot. So-young’s hand closes around it naturally.
“I felt so good I forgot about my son’s cock… It looks like it’s hurting.”
“I’ll leave it to you, Mom.”
“Hehe… Such a little troublemaker… What should I do for you?”
His aunt has already sidled up. She glances around, snatches the bottle of lube from the floor, and smiles at her nephew and younger sister.
“What are you planning with that, Unnie?”
“We ought to repay him, don’t you think? He satisfied Mom and Auntie at the same time… Right?”
“Got a good idea?”
“I’d love to help myself, but you’d hate that for sure.”
“Just get to the point.”
“Smear it on your hands and stroke his cock… and suck him off too.”
His cock gives a vigorous nod, swelling in his mother’s grip. So-young lets out a deep sigh, resigned, and takes the bottle. She squeezes a long ribbon of lube into her palm and rubs it between both hands, then wraps them around her son’s cock and strokes him gently.
“Ah… Mom…”
“That’s it. Mom’ll drain you… my boy.”
“Can you suck my nipples a little? Auntie too…”
“Can’t Mom do it alone?”
“You don’t even have to touch my cock… Opportunities like this don’t come often…”
His mother frowns but gives a small nod. His aunt, beaming, presses close against Hyun-woo’s side. Soft skin meets his. He loops an arm around each woman’s waist and kneads. His aunt flicks out her tongue and teases his nipple. Both women bury their heads against his chest. Looking down at them, the man’s eyes flush red.
“Hopeless, really… Our son’s got a playboy streak…”
“If it bothers you, just tell her to stop. Your choice is the same as mine, Mom.”
“Such smooth talk… You know you’re gaslighting us, right?”
“Hehe… Ugh!”
“Haa… What am I going to do… To keep a son this fine tied down, what does Mom have to do…”
Wet, licking sounds. So-young shows no sign of wanting to stop her sister. She licks at her son’s stiff nipple and glances sideways. Her older sister is giving everything she has to help their nephew. Neither of them touches his cock. Both concentrate on driving the man wild.
“Haa…! Haa…! Mom…! Ugh…! Auntie…!”
“That’s it, good boy… Mom and Auntie are helping you. Feel good…?”
“It feels so good… Your skin’s so soft… The stimulation’s intense… Ugh!”
“Hehe… I’d better do something fast. You’re a pro at seducing women…”
His mother’s head drifts lower. She licks her way down and settles near his groin. On her knees, she parts her lips. Wet friction. Her hand works his cock hard. The head is swollen to bursting. She flicks it up with her tongue, then nips it with her full lips.
“Ugh!”
She switches hands. Her arms ache, but for her son she can endure it. She circles his nipple with a fingertip while she sucks his cock, pumping the shaft hard, working to make him come.
“Ah…!”
“About to come?”
His hands stroke mother and aunt’s asses, then slip into the clefts and rub their cunts with his fingertips. All three of them twitch. Hyun-woo’s hips arch; his groin thrusts forward of its own accord. Both women sense he’s close. They ravage him.
“Ugh…! Mom…! Auntie…! I’m about to come…!”
“Show Mom how healthy you are, Hyun-woo.”
“Come for us, my boy… Don’t hold back.”
His thighs go rigid, tendons standing out. His mother’s hand freezes around the shaft, then squeezes hard. Something thick and surging races toward the head. She hurriedly tips his cock downward and aims it at her chest.
Fluid erupts. His semen spatters across his mother’s body. It runs down the swell of her breasts, over her waist, her hips, her thighs—and soaks the small inverted triangle of her pubic hair.
“Haa… You came so much again.”
“Sexy, Mom…”
“Hehe… Hyun-woo made me like this… Mom’s breasts…”
Round, pale breasts. Pink nipples. She cups one in each hand and presses them together, forming a deep valley—a little pool of her son’s cum.