The Orgy (3)
Tae-joo pulled Mrs. Mi-jung against him from behind, stroking her body over her clothes. She had shut her eyes, unable to bear looking at Se-hwan any longer. But Se-hwan couldn't tear his gaze away from her and Tae-joo, and Tae-joo, hands roaming her body, was watching him right back. His eyes seemed to say it plainly: your mother's body is truly beautiful, truly soft.
Beside them, Hyun-min had Mrs. Ji-young face-down on the floor, pressing his weight into her. Yoon-seok crouched at their side, watching his mother being taken. The only sounds in the room were Hyun-min's ragged grunting and Mrs. Ji-young's low whimpers.
Worked up now, Tae-joo stripped off his clothes. His body was flawless, sculpted, without an ounce of excess flesh. When he pulled down his underwear, his cock sprang up — an absolute monster, just as Mrs. Ji-young had once described. It was the kind of size you'd only see in Western porn, and it looked to be about the same as Se-hwan's. Tae-joo drew Mrs. Mi-jung into his arms and peeled off her slip and underwear one piece at a time. Her dazzlingly white body bared itself to the room. When he pulled her hard against him and seized a plump buttock in each hand, her cheeks parted, exposing her asshole and pussy. Ho-young, who had been sipping his drink and admiring the view from his seat, whistled and cheered.
Tae-joo made Mrs. Mi-jung kneel down beside Mrs. Ji-young. Blindfolded as she still was, Ji-young had no idea how things were unfolding around her — she could feel only her son beside her, and Hyun-min's cock thrusting roughly into her depths. Mrs. Mi-jung knelt next to her, face buried in her arms on the floor, nothing but her ass raised high. Tae-joo, clearly satisfied by the sight, knelt behind her, slicked his cock with spit, and pushed it into her pussy. He wiped the saliva from his hand across her buttocks, gripped her waist, and began to rock into her.
The two women knelt side by side, being fucked in front of their sons. Mrs. Mi-jung began moaning with her usual heat. Mrs. Ji-young, it seemed, only now realized that Mi-jung was being taken right beside her.
"I can't stand it anymore. I can have a turn too, right?"
When Ho-young asked, Tae-joo nodded. Ho-young was on his feet in an instant, clothes flying off. Unlike Tae-joo, lean as a model, or Hyun-min, built like a judo athlete, Ho-young was fat and pale-skinned — he looked like a pig. The boy didn't dare approach Mrs. Mi-jung, who was already occupied with Tae-joo; instead he knelt in front of Mrs. Ji-young, seized her head, and shoved his already-erect cock into her mouth. Yoon-seok stared blankly as the pig-like Ho-young fucked his filthy cock, strings of precum dripping from it, into his own mother's mouth.
Just then Ji-hoon, seated across the table, tapped it with his finger. When Se-hwan and I looked over, he grinned, met Se-hwan's eyes, and pointed a finger toward the living room. It seemed to mean: go on, go enjoy yourself too. The woman being violated in the living room was Se-hwan's own mother. Enjoy what, exactly? But Se-hwan, who had been staring at the living room as if lost in thought, astonishingly rose to his feet and started walking toward it. Everyone's eyes — Yoon-seok's included — locked onto him.
Tae-joo grabbed Mrs. Mi-jung by the hair and lifted her face out of her arms. Her flushed, pretty face came up to meet Se-hwan's gaze as he walked toward her. Se-hwan stopped, and for a long moment the two of them simply stared at each other. Tae-joo let go of her hair, but she didn't lower her head; her moans had stopped, and she gazed dazedly at Se-hwan's face, her body still swaying with Tae-joo's thrusts.
And then Se-hwan began to undress. Shirt off, then trousers and underwear — revealing a body like a track athlete's, perfectly balanced, as if Tae-joo and Hyun-min had been combined into one. His skin was bronze, and his huge cock already stood fully erect. Holding it in one hand, Se-hwan knelt in front of Mrs. Mi-jung. With his free hand he stroked his mother's hair and cheek, then bent down and kissed her. She offered no resistance at all, accepting her son's kiss. When Se-hwan pulled back and took her head, guiding her toward his crotch, Mrs. Mi-jung opened her mouth and began sucking her son's cock.
Ji-hoon tapped the table again and beckoned to me, raising his glass in one hand and gesturing for me to follow. I picked up my glass and stood. Ji-hoon and I settled onto the living room sofa. Right before our eyes unfolded an orgy of six people. Mrs. Mi-jung was sucking her son's cock while being fucked from behind by his friend. Mrs. Ji-young was giving her mouth and pussy to two of her son's friends while her son watched. And Ji-hoon and I sat on the sofa, drinking, savoring the scene. It had been only a few months since I'd lost my virginity. My first woman was Mrs. Ji-young, right there in front of me, being taken by two men. To me, all of this was an overwhelming shock. With the alcohol coursing through me, the excitement made my head swim. This, I thought, this is real pleasure. This is what makes life worth living.
Watching Se-hwan with his cock in his mother's mouth, and Mrs. Mi-jung gazing up at him as she sucked, I suddenly thought of my own mother. I would surely end up doing exactly that with her before long, I thought — and suddenly Se-hwan and Mrs. Mi-jung became me and my mother. What would it feel like, I wondered, if my mother took another man inside her while her huge breasts swayed, sucking my cock for me?
Before long, Hyun-min, who had been violating Mrs. Ji-young's pussy, pulled out and rose. His glistening cock, still stained with wine, slid wetly out of her. He didn't seem to have come. Ho-young too withdrew from her mouth, then gleefully moved around behind her, pushed his cock into her pussy, and started pounding. Hyun-min went over to Yoon-seok, who sat slumped on the floor, hauled him upright, and gestured for him to take off his clothes. Yoon-seok shook his head, his face frozen with terror. But when Hyun-min demanded it again and again, he began to undress. Yoon-seok's body was far too small and frail for a grown man — flat, with no muscle at all. And yet, astonishingly, the tiny cock hanging between his legs was already stiff and erect. Even hard, it was barely bigger than an average man's soft size — but he too, it seemed, had been aroused by watching his mother being violated by other men.
Hyun-min seated Yoon-seok beside Mrs. Ji-young and took his hand, guiding it to her breasts. The breasts of a woman bent over and being fucked from behind hung down and swayed loosely. Yoon-seok, hands trembling, took his mother's breast in his hand. And slowly began to knead it. Panting, the woman had no idea her son was touching her chest.
"What do you think? Pretty amazing tits for a woman in her forties, right?"
Ho-young called out from behind her, laughing as he fucked her. She would assume the man touching her breasts was someone else.
"Tits this firm at her age are rare. And her pussy's tighter than you'd expect, let me tell you. A really fine bitch."
Ho-young said it gleefully, slapping her ass hard.
Hyun-min knelt Yoon-seok down in front of Mrs. Ji-young's face, took her head, and drew it toward Yoon-seok's cock. When the glans touched her nose and lips, she realized there was a cock in front of her face and opened her mouth to suck it. Yoon-seok couldn't make a sound — he just stood there, mouth agape, trembling. Every eye in the room was on them; even Mrs. Mi-jung was watching. Not knowing it was her own son's, Mrs. Ji-young dutifully sucked that little cock.
Yoon-seok didn't last a minute. He grabbed his mother's head in both hands, slammed his crotch into her face, and with a shudder drove his hips forward several times, burying his cock deep in her throat. His face, as he came inside his own mother's mouth, was twisted with pleasure. When he finished and slumped backward, a pale liquid trickled from Mrs. Ji-young's parted lips. But something in the small whimper Yoon-seok had made as he came seemed to strike her as strange. She sat dazed while the semen pooled in her mouth dripped down to the floor, as if worrying that what had just been in her mouth might have been her son's. And yet she also seemed afraid to learn the truth. Yoon-seok sat slumped in front of his mother's face, staring blankly at her trembling body.
Before long, she pulled the blindfold off with her own hand. Before her eyes sat her son, legs spread. He was naked, and the little cock between his legs was losing its strength, though it glistened wetly with saliva and semen. The moment her crumbling eyes met Yoon-seok's face, she screamed.
"No!!!!"