Blood Relation (9)
Time has slipped by, and it is already early evening.
Yet Min-su shows no sign of coming inside. So-jin fiddles with her phone, debating again and again whether to send a text. Jun-hyeok will be home from work soon. She has already messaged him ahead of time, asking him to arrive a little late.
She glances around, scanning the room. Under the drawer unit she props her phone at an angle with the record button already pressed. It will not stay put, so she tucks a square sponge carefully beside it for support. Then she stretches out face-down on the sofa, arching her hips as high and full as she can manage.
Her heart hammers.
How much time has passed? Contrary to her plan of merely pretending to sleep, So-jin drifts off into actual dreams.
At last the front door opens and a male figure appears. Her son, Min-su.
Startled by the sound of someone entering, So-jin cracks her eyes open just enough to confirm the back of her son as he walks toward his room. All for nothing. Irritation surges through her. Her little sister is probably enjoying herself with Hyun-woo right now. Why is it only me that my own son will not even glance at?
She sighs and is about to push herself up when Min-su steps back out into the living room. So-jin squeezes her eyes shut tight. His footsteps fade. A door closes, and silence swallows the living room whole.
Rejection. Sorrow wells up, a flood of feeling. A mother left alone.
In that instant the sound of a door opening again reaches her ears. The presence draws closer and closer. Her heart feels ready to burst.
“Haa… haa…”
Rough breathing. Her son openly rakes his gaze over his mother’s body as she lies face-down. Bloodshot eyes. He swallows hard. Trembling hands move slowly, carefully. Over the explosively rounded hips, the smooth legs, the thighs. His palm sweeps down across the upper curve of her ass covered by the dolphin shorts, pauses at her thighs, then slides lower. Soft bare skin meets his fingertips.
His own underwear. Min-su shoves it aside and draws something out. A twitching cock. He strokes it rapidly.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
The eyes of a beast fixed on its prey. His behavior has changed completely. So-jin feels it too—the scanning stare, the sounds in her ears, the dull wet friction. Soon it fades. The presence retreats, and Min-su vanishes entirely.
So-jin opens her eyes. The place her son’s hand touched. As if something has just occurred to her, she rises carefully, retrieves the phone hidden under the drawer unit, and heads upstairs. She sits on the bed and checks the recording. She skips forward to the moment Min-su steps through the front door.
Thanks to the careful framing, everything is clear. He seems to head straight inside, yet his gaze is already angled toward the sofa. He saw her. He simply pretended not to. Her son emerges later in a running shirt and underwear, towel in hand, heading for the bathroom—and once more his eyes flick toward the sofa. He saw Mom again.
Not long after, that same man comes out into the living room. Breathing so hard his whole body trembles, he approaches slowly. Toward Mom. Min-su looks down. He stares piercingly at the curves of her body. He reaches out and slowly strokes down over her hips and thighs. Then he yanks a long, thick rod free from his underwear. Min-su’s… cock. He pumps it hard while his eyes stay locked on his mother’s body. The motion dies away. He glances around hurriedly and ducks into the bathroom.
“Haa… You actually did it, Min-su… You jerked off looking at Mom… Haa…! Haa…!”
She hits replay. Only a few seconds of footage, yet he stroked his cock while staring at her. So-jin slyly peels down her dolphin shorts, lies back on the bed, and spreads her legs. She pushes her fingers inside and sinks into fantasy—her pussy joining with the cock on the screen. Climax hits quickly; she swallows a moan as if gulping it down.
She sends the recorded video separately to Jun-hyeok, So-young, and Hyun-woo. Her legs still quiver. She tries to rise and change her soaked panties, but they refuse to obey. Strength seems to have drained from her body.
Just then the bedroom door opens and Jun-hyeok walks in. Right in front of his wife he strips off every scrap of clothing and flings himself onto the bed. Rough hands. A male stripping her as if he means to tear the fabric. His eyes. They look exactly like their son Min-su’s.
“Honey… Why are you like this the second you walk in… Min-su is downstairs… At least close the door.”
“Spread your pussy.”
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Let him hear it. I was waiting right outside the house when you sent me that video… How the hell am I supposed to hold back?”
“Min-su… touched me. Touched Mom… He jerked off while staring at me.”
“Heh heh… Is your pussy flapping open?”
“Yeah… I’m so happy I feel like I could fly… It means my son finally saw Mom as a woman…”
Jun-hyeok burrows between her legs. He lines his veined cock up against his wife’s pussy. Sliiiick. No force is needed; she is already soaked. He begins pumping hard.
“Ahang…! Nnngh…! Aaang!!”
“You little bastard, I’m jealous… Huh? Dad tried so damn hard and still never got to fuck her… and now you’ve got a slutty mom like this.”
“Haa…! Haa…! I’m jealous too, honey… How crazy it was watching So-young suck Hyun-woo’s cock…”
“It’ll be your turn soon… Just like your sister, you’ll be sucking your own son’s cock and spreading your pussy for him.”
“Ah…! Honey…! My pussy… my pussy feels like it’s going to burst!!”
His hips slam down in a frenzy. In an instant both their bodies lock rigid. They are drenched in sweat. They shudder through climax together. Fluid spills from the seam where cock and pussy are still joined.
“Hoo… No matter when I eat it, your pussy always tastes good.”
“Hehe… This is a problem. Hyun-woo told you not to put your cock in my pussy.”
“That brat said that?”
“Yeah. He said he’d help me so I can do it with Min-su…”
“Now that I hear it, he’s right… That way you’ll grab Min-su’s cock and suck it yourself.”
“Honey…”
“Hyun-woo’s a hundred percent right. From today until you fuck your son, no more masturbating for you either.”
“Haa… Haa… I don’t know what I might end up doing…”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m aiming for… A horny mom on her knees in front of her son, begging him to fuck her.”
“You’re so mean…”
“Ugh…! The squeeze on my cock is no joke. So springy and tight… Looks like the next one to fuck this pussy will be Min-su.”
“Aeuung…!”
“Can’t help it. I’ll fuck you one more time… Remember this, okay? Just go and fuck Min-su. That’s the only way you’ll survive.”
Jun-hyeok starts rolling his hips again. The bed creaks under the vibration. He picks up speed, and the couple’s cries echo through the bedroom.
Hyun-woo carries shopping bags in both hands. He struggles through the front door. The moment he sets them down, a woman wraps her arms around him from behind.
“You worked hard, Hyun-woo.”
“I’m all sweaty and dirty… Wash first, Mom.”
“It’s fine… These are the marks of you working hard in Mom’s place… Let’s drain first, okay?”
“Hehe… You want to, don’t you? Mom too.”
“Yeah… I want Hyun-woo to suck my pussy…”
Her son turns around. They share a scorching kiss. Vulgar wet sounds. The two of them suck and lick greedily. The son strips his mother’s clothes; the mother strips her son’s. Naked man and woman face each other. His vigorously nodding cock pokes insistently against her belly. She does not step back; she pulls him into a tight embrace. They drift slowly toward the bedroom and tumble onto the bed.
“Don’t you need a massage? You’ve got a shoot in five days.”
“Hehe… I just want to eat our son’s cock… Let’s drain and then do it… Okay?”
“All right, Mom… Suck my cock.”
“Oh my… Won’t Hyun-woo suck Mom’s pussy?”
“I want to suck it, Mom…”
Mom climbs onto her son’s stomach. She turns around and settles her hips over his face. Close-up of ass and pussy—the split flesh, the labia minora. They brush his lips.
“Eum…!”
“Ah…!”
Mom skillfully swallows her son’s cock and begins to suck. The two of them work each other’s sex. Their tongues grow faster and more frantic.
“Mom’s pussy is so pretty… I wish time would stop right here…”
“Hehe… Mom loves her son’s cock so much too… How did it get this hard and thick…”
“Because Mom is so lewd… Lovely… Sexy…”
“That again… How are you going to survive in this world without Mom… You’re not even a mama’s boy.”
“You’re my woman… My girlfriend, Mom…”
“Haa… Haa… Yes, our son is Mom’s boyfriend… I’m sucking his cock right now…”
“So much juice is pouring out… You’re excited, aren’t you? Because your son is sucking your pussy…”
“Ah…! Hyun-woo, there… If you put it in it’ll be hard…”
His tongue digs into Mom’s pussy. He pushes it as deep as it will go. The bumpy walls wrap around it and cling. Her hips lock rock-hard. All her weight shifts downward; she clamps viciously around the invading tongue.
“I put it inside Mom’s pussy… Warm and soft… The place I was born from… Ugh…!”
“I told you not to say things like that. That place… isn’t somewhere a tongue should go… Our son…”
“Ugh!”
Mom takes him all the way to the base. She works her head, spitting him out to the glans only to swallow him again. Wet sucking sounds. The shape of the head stands out clearly at the back of her throat, bulging, then disappears once more. Her son’s cock has swollen so huge her jaw aches. Foam gathers at the corners of her mouth; saliva dribbles free.
“Then what should I put in…? What should I put inside Mom’s pussy to make her feel good…? Haa…! Haa…!”
“Hehe… Try to guess. Hyun-woo already knows… Ah…! Haa…! Ah…! Haa…! Nnngh…!”
“I think I should put in the cock Mom is sucking… Right into her pussy… Ugh…! Mom…! I’m gonna cum…!”
“Cum. Mom will take care of it, so cum…! Our son… Hyun-woo…!”
Hyun-woo lifts his hips. Twitching. The cock swells inside her mouth. She pulls off and aims the head at her chest. It erupts in powerful spurts.
“Ah…! Our son… Cumming like this again… All over Mom’s chest…”
“Eut…! Haa…! Ugh…!”
An enormous load. It splatters again and again. Thick fluid runs down her breasts, slick and shiny, dripping onto her son’s groin.
“Shall we wash?”
“Mom hasn’t finished yet… Rub me with your hips like last time…”
“Hehe… It’s embarrassing. How can Mom grind her pussy on her son’s face…”
“Do it, Mom… I’ll take care of you… I’ll lick you with my tongue…”
“Haa…! Haa…! I shouldn’t… I’ll get used to it… Nngh…!”
So-young rises onto her upper body. Her waist bows into a perfect S-curve. The bed creaks under the vibration; wet licking sounds fill the room. Her pink pussy rubs across her son’s entire face. Her hips bounce. So-young’s gaze flicks toward the drawer unit—the condom she has hidden there. She flicks her tongue out and wets her lips. Desire deepens. Only by taking her son’s cock can she truly finish.
She grabs her own semen-smeared breasts and kneads them roughly, moaning, seducing him.
“Ah…! Hyun-woo, Mom’s pussy feels so good… Feels good because her son is sucking it…! Euu…! Ah…! Nngh…!”
“So soft, Mom… Happy you’re rubbing your pussy all over my face… Mom…! Mom…!”
“Ah…! It went in again… Our son just shoved his tongue deep into Mom’s pussy… Ah…!”
Her son seizes her curved waist with both hands. He locks her in place, holds her fast. He buries his face between her cheeks and sucks like a madman—the tongue of a rutting male. Then he whispers, the temptation sliding straight into the female’s ear.
“Now it’s your turn, So-young… Look at your boyfriend, not anyone else, and tell me… Ask me to fuck you…”
A beast’s roar. So-young’s head snaps back. Her whole body shudders. Her hips go rigid. Slap. Slap. Dull smacking sounds. Her son’s palm has just cracked across her ass. In that same instant, from the tip of the tongue buried deep inside her pussy, a sudden rush of wetness is felt—and it gushes out hard.