The Orgy (2)
"Sit down for now."
When Tae-joo seated Yoon-seok in a chair at the table, the housekeeper set a glass down in front of him as well, and Ji-hoon poured him some wine.
"Ma'am, you can go in and get some rest now."
At Hyun-min's words, the housekeeper went into her room and closed the door.
"Can you handle your liquor?"
Tae-joo asked.
"No... I've never drunk before."
"Not even once?"
"No..."
"Then let's all have a drink together first."
We toasted together and drained our glasses. I kept sneaking glances at Ji-young, stealing looks at her from across the room. The blindfold made it impossible to know for certain, but she seemed utterly tense. Yoon-seok hadn't turned his eyes toward his mother once since taking his seat, but there was no way she wasn't on his mind.
"You know what you came here to do today, right?"
Tae-joo asked. Yoon-seok said nothing, only nodding.
"You're okay with this?"
Tae-joo asked again. After a long pause, Yoon-seok gave a small nod.
"Ji-young, come here."
Tae-joo called Ji-young over. What must it feel like for Yoon-seok, hearing a boy his own age call his mother by her first name and speak down to her?
Ji-young rose to her feet. Hair that rippled down to her shoulders, a proud, aloof face, a tall slender figure with a full chest — she wore a black mesh bra that left her nipples plainly visible, and below it black panties, but the crotch was split open, so she was covering her pussy with her hand. A black garter belt and stockings sheathed her smooth legs. Unable to see with the blindfold over her eyes, she could only stand there fidgeting. Ho-young went over, took her hand, and led her to stand in front of the table.
She was still covering herself. Ho-young took her hand and made her stand at attention. Her neatly waxed mound was laid bare before the eyes of all seven of us, Yoon-seok included. He kept his head bowed.
"Head up. You have to look too."
Tae-joo told him. Yoon-seok raised his head, looked at his mother's body, and immediately dropped it again.
"So who wants Ji-young first? I'd like to start with Mi-jung."
When Tae-joo asked, Hyun-min answered.
"Then I'll take Ji-young first."
Hyun-min stood and positioned himself behind Ji-young, while Ho-young sat back down.
Hyun-min pressed his body against her back and began kneading her breasts with both hands. Her round tits, wrapped in the black mesh, crumpled this way and that inside his thick hands. She clenched her fists and trembled all over. Even blindfolded, she knew her own son was standing right there — and the sight of a mother letting a boy her son's age hold her and grope her chest was maddeningly arousing. All of us were worked up, our breathing growing rougher and rougher in silence.
When Hyun-min pressed his lower body against her ass and pushed, her back arched, thrusting her pussy forward. He slid his hands down from her breasts and pried her pussy open from either side. The bright red flesh inside was exposed before us. Ho-young let out a whistle, and everyone chuckled quietly. Tae-joo took the face of the boy who kept his head down and turned it so Yoon-seok could see.
"That's where you were born from."
Shaking, Yoon-seok stared at the shameful sight of his mother spread before his eyes.
"Master, please..."
At the sound of Tae-joo's voice, Ji-young twisted her body in anguish, but she couldn't escape Hyun-min's thick arm. Holding her upper body with one arm, he gently rubbed her clit with the middle finger of his other hand.
"Normally when I play with this hole of hers like this, she squeals with pleasure and drips juice all over the place."
Hyun-min said with a laugh, then shoved his middle finger straight into her pussy.
"Looks like having her son here has her too tense to get wet today."
When Hyun-min churned his finger around inside her, she thrashed and tried to break free, but it was hopeless. The swaying tits of a middle-aged woman squirming in a man's grip only stoked the boys' excitement further.
"Yoon-seok, bring your glass over here."
Hyun-min called him.
"No, Master. Please."
Ji-young cried out in alarm and struggled harder. To the hesitating Yoon-seok, Tae-joo pressed the glass into his hand and gestured for him to go. Glass in hand, Yoon-seok half-crouched over and stood beside Hyun-min. When Hyun-min pulled down his pants and underwear, his erect cock sprang free into view.
"Get some wine on your hand and rub it on here."
Hyun-min said, pointing at his own cock.
"Master!!"
Ji-young screamed in shock. Hyun-min seized her head and pressed it down against the table. With her ass thrust toward him, she gripped the table with both hands and tried to push herself up, but it was no use. Her screaming face was right there in front of me and Se-hwan.
When Hyun-min urged Yoon-seok on with a glance, the boy, trembling, soaked his hand with the wine, took hold of Hyun-min's upright cock, and began rubbing it awkwardly.
"Good job."
Hyun-min praised him, stroking his head with one hand, then pushed that head down, seating Yoon-seok on the floor.
"Now watch closely from there."
Hyun-min gathered Ji-young's hands behind her back and pinned them with one hand, and with the other he took his wine-soaked cock and rubbed it against the entrance of her pussy. Yoon-seok stared up at the sight with widened eyes.
"Yoon-seok! You can't look. Don't look!"
As she screamed and shook her ass violently, Hyun-min nearly lost his grip on her. Then Tae-joo spoke in a low voice.
"Ji-young, that's enough. Both you and Yoon-seok agreed to this. Do you really want to stop here?"
"But... but..."
At Tae-joo's words, her resistance stopped. She had surely steeled herself enough, but it was only natural that showing herself being taken by another man in front of her own son was hard to bear. I looked over at Mi-jung, still on the sofa. She sat quietly in the same position she'd been in all along. She knew her son was here in this room too. What must she be thinking, knowing that in a little while she'd be in the very same state?
"It's fine. A little rebellion is actually fun. It's useless anyway — struggling won't get you anywhere."
Having said that, Hyun-min released the now-docile woman's hands, gripped her hips with both of his, and drove his hips forward in one smooth thrust.
"Aaahhh..."
Ji-young moaned, biting down on her own fingers.
Hyun-min held her waist and moved slowly. Yoon-seok knelt beside them, watching as Hyun-min violated his mother.
"Ugh... nngh... hahh..."
Rocked back and forth with each of Hyun-min's thrusts, she let out pained moans. She was crying — the blindfold had begun to soak through with tears. Watching the mother and son before me, I was aroused beyond measure. Se-hwan seemed excited too, but his feelings must have been a little different from mine — because his own mother was in this room right now, waiting her turn. Ho-young, Ji-hoon, and Tae-joo leisurely snacked on the food as they enjoyed the show.
"The food's good, but let's have another round."
When Tae-joo raised his glass, Ji-hoon brought one over to Hyun-min as well. All of us — Hyun-min included, mid-fuck — raised our glasses, toasted, and drank. Ji-young's upper body still rocked atop the table.
"I think it's my turn now."
Tae-joo said, rising to his feet. It was Mi-jung's turn.
"Hyun-min, take those two over there."
At Tae-joo's words, Hyun-min, cock still buried inside her, lifted Ji-young's legs up. Legs spread wide, cock stuffed in her pussy, she was hoisted into the air. Red wine leaked from her pussy, soaking Hyun-min's balls and trickling down her thighs.
"Follow me."
Hyun-min said to Yoon-seok, carried her into the living room, made her kneel on the floor, and began pounding into her. Yoon-seok did as he was told, following to watch from the side.
Tae-joo helped Mi-jung to her feet. A light brown bob, a petite frame — and yet a chest with just the right fullness and a firm, springy ass. Her waist was slim, her legs slender, and the slight gap between her thighs only fed the imagination. In a white slip that barely covered her ass, with a white bra and panties underneath, Mi-jung looked less like a married woman than a girl.
Tae-joo whispered something into her ear. She seemed to think it over for a long moment, then gave a small nod. Tae-joo glanced once toward us — at Se-hwan's face, precisely — then peeled off her blindfold. Her pretty face, brow slightly furrowed against the sudden brightness, was revealed in full. A small face with dainty, adorable features. She first looked at the sex between Hyun-min and Ji-young unfolding right beside her, and at Yoon-seok watching it from the side, wearing a briefly flustered expression — then turned toward us. And her gaze came to rest on her son's face. Se-hwan, for his part, couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful mother held in Tae-joo's arms. What could this mother and son possibly be thinking, gazing at each other like that?