Phase 4. Yu Gyeong-ae (1)
When I slipped my hand inside her clothes, I felt Mom's body already growing hot.
The moment I touched that white, soft skin, she let out a heated moan.
She had clearly asked me to strip her, yet my hand had gone straight for the breasts hidden beneath her clothes and closed around them.
I felt the rough texture of her bra.
The old me would have been satisfied with just that, but after tasting women starting with Hui-gyeong, I didn't stop there. I tried to twist my fingers under the bra.
Her breasts were so large, though, that the bra clung tight without leaving even a sliver of space.
"The hook… in the front…."
Following Mom's quiet whisper, I fumbled between her breasts and undid the clasp.
Her breasts sagged slightly downward, savoring their release from the bra.
I pulled the cups wide open and filled my hands with the ripe fruit inside.
Soft. Springy.
Compared to Hui-gyeong's, her nipples were a little larger.
When I teased both of them with my fingers, Mom threw her arms back and wrapped them around my neck.
Obscene, filthy things happening inside a cramped fitting room.
In a place that was outdoors and yet not, I lusted after Mom's still-fresh body.
Unlike when I touched Hui-gyeong, everything felt far more comfortable—and that comfort almost made me resentful.
The less reservation I felt doing this with Mom, the heavier my guilt toward Hui-gyeong grew, little by little.
At the same time I resented Hui-gyeong for never giving me this same ease and sweetness.
My little sister had insisted that just playing with her breasts would never make her come, yet Mom was already twitching, crossing her legs, and holding her breath as hard as she could to stifle her moans.
"Are you going to come just from this?"
"…With Gyeong-hun touching me, I think I will."
I didn't know whether she was saying it to please me, but even if it was a lie I didn't care.
"I heard you can't finish just from having your breasts touched."
"I don't know… it's been so long since a man touched me…."
"Since Dad?"
I knew the words were out of line.
I even wondered whether I should have said them at all in a moment like this.
But as a male I wanted to own every part of the female who had given herself to me—body and mind alike.
I wanted to wipe away every trace of the man before me and bind her to myself alone.
"Do you really have to bring that bastard up right now?"
"…Sorry."
At the edge in her voice I apologized at once. Mom caught my hand and guided it down inside her pants.
My hand slid into her panties, brushed over her pubic hair without needing instruction, and found the soaked cleft of her sex.
The warm, slippery feel sent a rush of excitement and satisfaction through me.
"This is only masturbation~."
"I know."
"Why did you say that just now?"
She asked in a roundabout way, as if gently refusing me.
I stayed silent because I had no good answer, and this time she made a demand of her own.
"Take out your cock."
It was an order I couldn't refuse. I shoved my pants down only as far as my thighs and freed my cock.
Mom likewise pulled her panties down just far enough and trapped my shaft between her thighs.
To my surprise, we ended up in the exact same position I had used when I took Hui-gyeong in the bathroom.
Mom's hot, slick pussy flesh settled over my cock.
"Do you want me?"
"……."
"You don't have to answer. Just listen."
Her hips began to move, slow and careful.
Never rough, never frantic.
It felt as if she were caressing my cock with nothing but the soft lips of her pussy.
"I want it too… I want you to erase that bastard from my memory and fuck me senseless."
Lewd words I had never heard from her before only stoked my heat higher.
Yet the leisurely glide of her flesh kept me from finishing as soon as I wanted.
"Fuck me and fuck me until I'm the one being fucked, until I surrender completely to your cock."
"……."
"Am I strange like this? Is it strange that I fell for my own son?"
I didn't know.
If we had been a normal family this would have been pure madness, but the three of us had been twisted for a long, long time.
"Is it wrong to want to be loved as a woman?"
My cock was slowly being marked by her juices.
"Is it wrong that I recognized the person who would love me?"
Her hips turned dynamic, almost like she was riding me reverse-cowgirl.
The more sensual stroke of her pussy flesh made holding back nearly impossible.
My toes curled inside my shoes; the insides of my thighs went rigid.
Feeling my cock stiffen, Mom slid upward along the shaft until the tip of my glans rested against her entrance.
One hard thrust of my hips and I would have been inside her.
"Call my name, Gyeong-hun."
"That's…."
"Hurry. Call the name of the female who wants to be your woman."
It should have been easy.
It wasn't hard at all, yet a massive wall of resistance rose up and I couldn't open my mouth.
The second I spoke her name I knew I would seize her waist and pound into her pussy like a madman, whether I came inside her or not.
"Oh, Gyeong-hun~."
Cheeks puffed, Mom formed a tight ring with her fingers around my glans and squeezed.
Then her pussy flesh came down again and began stroking my shaft even faster than before.
"Nngh…!"
"If you don't call my name, I won't let you cum~."
Schlup schlup schlup—
Even without penetration the wet sounds were filthy.
I clenched my teeth and endured, but my cock was already swollen to its limit with blood.
Because her fingers still clamped the head, the semen that couldn't escape gathered inside and a burning pain began to build.
"Hurry… say it…."
Feeling my cock throb, Mom loosened her grip just a little.
The semen that had been held back surged toward the blocked opening again and the pain doubled.
She kept glancing back at me over her shoulder.
Those pleading eyes.
A silent demand that I call her name right now.
If I said it hurt she would let go at once.
But I was still a man; I couldn't beg pitifully in front of a woman this aroused for me just because she was squeezing my cock.
If it came to that, better to devour her myself.
"…Gyeong-ae."
"Heut…!"
The moment she got what she wanted, Mom's waist locked up.
Her pussy flesh twitched and clung to my cock like sticky rice cake; she had clearly come.
The female who had once been only my mother climaxed from a single name and completely released my glans.
Brrrrrt—
With the dam gone, endless throbbing sent thick ropes of cum spraying out.
Mom quickly cupped both hands around the head to catch the heavy semen, yet I had shot so much that some still dripped onto the floor with soft plops.
A pussy-flesh handjob in a dangerous place felt every bit as satisfying as Mom's mouth-pussy the night before.
She stared blankly at the load filling her palms.
Both of us were still catching our breath and wondering how to clean up when Mom simply lowered her tongue to the pooled cum and began to lick.
"Mmm… uung…."
Like a cat she lapped and slowly rolled the semen around her mouth, savoring it, then swallowed with a deliberate gulp and opened wide for me to see.
"Haup."
She dropped into a squat in front of me and took my still-dripping cock straight into her mouth.
Inside that soft, hot heat her tongue cleaned every last corner.
Mom—no, Gyeong-ae—sucked out even the residual cum left inside the glans before she finally pulled off, took wet wipes from her handbag, and carefully wiped my cock clean.
"I'll take care of what spilled. Just a second."
She pushed me deeper into the stall, cracked the fitting-room door, and peered out with only her head.
"No one around. Hurry."
I hastily fixed my pants and stepped out.
Relieved that the coast was clear, I turned and met her eyes.
Winking at me as she slowly closed the door, Mom looked no different from a girl in her twenties.
"We bought so much~!"
"Gyeong-hun, are you really okay with this?"
After that I went on a full shopping spree with Hui-gyeong and Mom.
We wandered through brand stores I had never even heard of, picking out clothes that suited them, receiving recommendations, and seriously judging the outfits they modeled for me like a private fashion show.
Guys always said shopping with women was pure torture, but I felt none of that.
When had Mom or Hui-gyeong ever gotten to try on pretty clothes and actually buy them?
Watching the two of them smile with pure happiness only made me happier.
Before I knew it both of my hands were full of shopping bags.
Hui-gyeong, already satisfied, had changed into one of the new outfits and reclaimed her beauty.
The blouse and black slacks I had first chosen for her made my little sister look like a sharp city woman.
She was so beautiful that even passers-by glanced twice; she was my wife.
Hui-gyeong bought more, but Mom also managed to pick up quite a few things while carefully reading the room.
After the fun shopping she looked at the bags in my hands and asked worriedly, but I shook my head with confidence.
"Oppa, let's get you some clothes too."
"I'm fine in what I already wear. Comfortable is best."
"Come on~. If you're going to walk around with beauties like us, you need to care about your look."
She held a pink shirt up against me and giggled.
"Bright colors look good on you, Oppa. You're always in dark stuff!"
"I-is that so?"
Years of underworld side jobs had made me want to stay inconspicuous.
Still, Hui-gyeong had chosen it herself; I couldn't refuse and took the shirt.
My skin was a little tanned, so the pink contrast felt awkward.
"You don't like it? Why that face?"
"No! My hands are just full with the bags."
"Hmph."
She narrowed her eyes, clearly sulking.
I had only just managed to soothe her after the first store, so I watched her carefully and stayed tense.
"How about this one~? No prints, plain and nice."
Mom stepped in holding a gray T-shirt.
Just as she said, the simple design and neutral color looked easy to wear every day.
"Not bad!"
"Try it on~. Give me the bags."
"You sure?"
"This much is nothing~. Besides, they're my clothes too."
I gladly handed over the bags and headed for the fitting room, yet the sight of Hui-gyeong looking a little dejected stuck with me.
The pink shirt wasn't really my style, but she had chosen it herself, so I waved it as well.
"I'll try them both and come out. Take a look for me."
"Why? Mom's pick is pretty enough."
"You said bright colors look good on me. I want to try the challenge."
Only then did Hui-gyeong crack a small smile and wave me on.
This department store was unusual: every shop had its own fitting rooms in the back.
On a weekend the place would have been packed and safe, but with so few customers right now it was the perfect spot for the same kind of secret filth we had done earlier.
Remembering the handjob with Mom made blood start pooling thickly in my cock. I quickened my steps, grabbed the fitting-room door—and heard footsteps right behind me.
"Huh…? Whoa!"
"Shhh!"
Something slammed into me and shoved me inside the stall.
I cried out in surprise; a hand clamped over my mouth and gestured for silence.
When I came to my senses it was Hui-gyeong.
She must have run; she caught her breath and then flashed a wicked little smile.
"Oppa, I've been thinking…."
"Y-yeah."
She leaned in close and whispered, and the closer she got the shorter my breath became.
Strange—I wasn't even looking at her naked back, so why was I like this?
"Once we get home Mom's just going to lock you up again, so maybe right here… Oppa?"
"Haa… haa…."
"Oppa, what's wrong…?"
I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.
Seeing me break into a cold sweat, Hui-gyeong asked worriedly, but I couldn't answer.
Unable even to meet her eyes, I hung my head and forced the words out.
"I… I get something like claustrophobia… when I'm in a tight space with other people I suddenly feel like there's no air and this huge anxiety hits. I'm sorry, Hui-gyeong."
Can you leave?
I didn't say the last part aloud, but she understood perfectly.
"……Okay. I'm sorry."
Her reply was cold as she stepped out of the fitting room.
I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor, unable to lift my head for a long time.
Claustrophobia—what a clumsy, pathetic lie….
Self-loathing almost drove me crazy.
Why did Hui-gyeong make me feel so smothered?
Even during training under Taesik hyung I had never felt this, so why now?
Sadly, I already knew the reason.
It was another wound.
The fresh wound from when Hui-gyeong had struck me up close not long ago, knocked me down, and beaten me while I lay there.
At the time I had only been angry, but looking back it had left a sorrow so deep it made me shudder.
Once the sweat cooled and I calmed down, I stood with a bitter heart.
We had only just become a couple, yet the cracks between us were forming and widening at frightening speed.
The lewd tightrope walk with Mom—with Gyeong-ae—felt far more comfortable and exciting by comparison.
I had sworn I would cherish her, yet this narrow-hearted bastard let his own grief and wounds push away the girlfriend who was trying to come closer.
"Haa…."
I had thought today would be pure happy shopping, but it left only a bitter, fishy aftertaste.