Lewd Mother and Daughter (1)
For the first time in a long while, Jeon Yeo-jin shared a bed with the Family Chief, Dang Ducheon, in his chambers.
"I thought I would die without ever seeing you again. To look upon you once more like this fills me with such joy."
"Ah… I feel the same."
Dang Ducheon gathered his wife into his arms after what felt like an eternity.
"I am sorry I could not seek you out for so long, busy as I was with the duties of Family Chief."
"Don't be. The Family Chief's seat has always been a demanding one. As a wife who supports her husband, of course I understand. Besides, our child is already grown."
"Thank you. When I collapsed, you and Jua were the first to come to mind. And yet here I am, alive and well. Thank you."
"It's all thanks to Young Hero Hyeon. He was the one who purged the poison."
"Hmm. Still, I cannot fathom how he managed to neutralize a toxin that even the Dang Family's own people could not touch."
"We don't know either. He said it was a secret technique of his own, and those aren't shared with outsiders. The Dang Family doesn't reveal its secret arts either, after all."
"True enough. No one freely discloses their own secret techniques. But he claimed his profession was that of a guest expert. How a guest expert could detoxify such a poison… truly remarkable."
That secret… I can never speak of it. It's a secret the three of us will carry to our graves.
Jeon Yeo-jin could never confess that she had shared her body with a man who was not her husband.
"Come here. Let us share the clouds and rain, after so long."
"Ah… my love."
Dang Ducheon drew close the wife he had neglected for so long under the excuse of Family Chief duties.
Soft rustling of fabric filled the chamber as clothes slipped away.
"Oh… you are still as beautiful as ever."
"Thank you."
Fully bare, Jeon Yeo-jin melted into her husband's embrace.
And then came their lovemaking — the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh, the deep thrusts that filled the quiet room.
"Hah… hah! After so long without you, your pussy is truly tight and hot."
"Ah… mine too."
I'm sorry, my love. I've already tasted another man's cock. And sex with Young Hero Hyeon is incomparably more pleasurable than this. But you are my husband. I won't look at any other man besides Young Hero Hyeon. Compared to him it may fall short — but being with you still makes me happy. That's enough.
It was not the kind of sex that delivered searing, overwhelming pleasure, yet Jeon Yeo-jin found herself thoroughly content with this long-awaited reunion with her husband.
The wet sounds of their coupling continued — deep thrusts, the slick friction of skin on skin.
"Haaah…! Nngh…! Ahhh, yes. Harder, my love. Fuck me harder."
"Hah… hah! You're being so forward tonight. What has gotten into you?"
"It must be because it's been so long since we last shared the clouds and rain."
I'm sorry, my love. Even as I hold you, I'm thinking of another man. Ah, I can't help it. There's simply no comparison with Young Hero Hyeon's cock. But sex with you is different — it's the intimacy of husband and wife. So this is good too. Just the fact that you survived and can make love to me like this is happiness enough. Ah… my love, it feels good.
Even if the raw pleasure could not compare, Jeon Yeo-jin was more than satisfied with this long-overdue night with her husband, and a genuine warmth of happiness settled over her.
The next day, Jeon Yeo-jin sat with her husband and daughter, discussing the reward for Hyeon Jitae.
"We promised Young Hero Hyeon one thousand taels of silver once you recovered."
"Haha. He saved my life, and one thousand taels is hardly enough. I'll have it paid at once. Young Hero Hyeon, you have my deepest thanks once again."
"You're too kind."
One thousand taels of silver was the figure the three of them had agreed upon. In exchange for saving the husband's life, they had settled on silver rather than the two women's bodies — and that was the story they presented to Dang Ducheon: one thousand taels as a treatment fee.
Sitting in the same room as the man she and her daughter had both slept with made Jeon Yeo-jin deeply uncomfortable.
Ah… having my husband and Young Hero Hyeon in the same space is so stressful. And I feel so guilty toward my husband.
Dang Ducheon, who had been offering continuous thanks over tea, rose from his seat.
"I'll go to the Treasury Hall and fetch the silver from its master. Wait here a moment."
The moment Dang Ducheon left for the Treasury Hall, Dang Juju quickly shifted her seat — sliding from across the table to settle right beside Hyeon Jitae. Jeon Yeo-jin's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight.
"Why are you moving next to Young Hero Hyeon?"
"Oh, Mother. Hmm… because I like him, obviously. You like him too, don't you?"
"W-well, yes, but… haah. Fine."
"Young Hero Hyeon, where did you go last night?"
"Hm? Why?"
"I went looking for your room and you weren't there."
"Ah. I was out for a walk."
"Come on. Of all times, you had to go for a walk right when I came looking?"
"Why were you looking for my room?"
"Well…!"
Dang Juju glanced sideways at her mother, then broke into a bashful grin and hooked her arm through his. Her soft, springy breast pressed firmly against his bicep.
"I wanted to have some fun with you, of course."
"Ah. I usually clear out at night for walks and martial training."
"Is that so? So if I want to play with Young Hero Hyeon, I should come during the day?"
"That's right."
"Got it. Then I'll come by in the daytime."
"Jua, talking about sharing the clouds and rain with Young Hero Hyeon right in front of your own mother…"
"Heehee. Mother, you have Father. The only man I have is Young Hero Hyeon. Must be rough for you, though — you can't sleep with him anymore."
"Hm? Y-yes… that's right."
Jeon Yeo-jin could not tell her daughter that she would be sharing a bed with her sister-in-law, Jong Yak-hui, again that very night.
Still linked arm-in-arm, Dang Juju slipped her hand down into his trousers and closed her fingers tightly around his cock.
"What are you doing? Where are you putting your hand? What if the Family Chief comes back and sees?"
"Hmph. Father just left — why would he be back already? He went to the Treasury Hall, so that's at least fifteen minutes. If he has to meet the hall master and handle the paperwork, it'll take half an hour."
"Your mother is watching."
"Mother and I have already had sex with him naked together. We've done everything there is to do bare. This is nothing. Mmm… Young Hero Hyeon's cock got bigger."
"Of course it did, with you touching it like that."
"When a man gets hard, he needs to let it out, right? I'll suck it for you."
"With your mouth?"
In a flash she yanked his trousers down and took his cock in her hand. She didn't care in the slightest that her mother, Jeon Yeo-jin, was watching.
"Haaah… it looks so delicious."
She took him into her mouth with a wet, greedy slide, lips sealing around the shaft as she began to suck.
"Haaah… haaah… so good. Young Hero Hyeon's cock tastes amazing."
"Hey — this is the Family Head's Hall. Your mother is right there."
"We've sucked his cock together before, so what's the big deal? Mmm… delicious. After going days without him, it tastes even better."
Wet, rhythmic sucking filled the room — deep pulls, soft slurps, the slick friction of tongue and lips working his length. Dang Juju sucked him down with the fervor of a woman quenching days of pent-up thirst. His cock rose rock-hard toward the ceiling, and she took it deep into her throat, savoring every inch.
"Hnn… what if the Family Chief walks back in?"
"Mmm… I told you, Father will take a while. I'll make you cum once before he gets back."
The wet sounds of her mouth working him continued without pause.
"Haaah… haaah…! Nngh! So good… I love it!"
Dang Juju sucked him with a look of pure delight. Across from them, Jeon Yeo-jin watched the entire scene, and heat began to bloom between her legs.
Haaah… haaah… Jua is so bold. The moment her father steps out of the Family Head's Hall, she decides to suck Young Hero Hyeon's cock. Is it because she's young? Or because she has no husband? As a fellow woman, I envy that. I could never act so brazenly — not when I have a husband to think of.
Jeon Yeo-jin found herself envious of her daughter's fearlessness, so different from her own restraint.
"Haaah… haaah… watching Jua suck Young Hero Hyeon's cock like that is getting me worked up too."
"Want to suck it with me, Mother?"
"No. I'm fine. I'll just watch you do it. Haaah… but just watching isn't enough — my pussy is burning up."
The heat between her legs became unbearable.
She slipped a hand beneath her clothes and pushed her fingers into her own wet folds.
"Hnnngh…! Mmm…!"
Watching her daughter suck cock had driven Jeon Yeo-jin past the point of self-control. She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds of her own arousal rising to join the wet sounds of her daughter's mouth.
"Haaah… haaah… ahhh…! Yes!"
Fingers plunging into her cunt, stirring her inner walls, Jeon Yeo-jin felt the excitement climb higher and higher. Her pussy gushed, pouring out slick juices until the lewd, wet squelching of her fingers filled the air.
"Watching Mother get so turned on is making me even hotter."
The mother grew aroused watching her daughter suck cock; the daughter grew aroused watching her mother masturbate. Dang Juju sucked with even greater hunger, and once his cock had swollen to fill her entire mouth, oral pleasure alone was no longer enough.
"I'll make you cum with my pussy."
"With your pussy? I told you the Family Chief is coming back."
"Mmm… Father will take time, I said. I can make you cum before then."
She flipped up her skirt, shoved her undergarments aside, and lined the head of his cock against her entrance.
Then she sank down onto him in one smooth, deep thrust.
"Haaaah! Nngh! I-it's in… Young Hero Hyeon's cock is inside me. Haaah… haaah…! It feels so good."
Seizing the brief window of her father's absence, Dang Juju had gone all the way — burying his cock inside her right there in the Family Head's Hall.