The Mother-Daughter Rivalry
The bathroom was cramped. Under the pink fluorescent light, three people stood trapped before the steam-fogged mirror.
Minjun sat on the toilet, pants shoved down around his ankles, his cock half-hard and still bearing the imprint of Seoyeon's fingers.
Suyeon stood with her back to the door in her pajamas, wet stains spreading across her chest.
Seoyeon, wearing only a T-shirt, remained crouched in front of the toilet. A tissue stained with urine had fallen to the floor.
The air between the three of them stretched taut as a needle.
"Mom doesn't have the right to monopolize her little brother… no, Minjun."
Seoyeon rose first. An archer's eyes.
She came level with Suyeon. No longer a daughter—now a woman belonging to the same man.
"Thanks to the bath bomb, I'm sure of it. Minjun is my first man. And he'll be my last."
"He's your younger brother, Seoyeon."
"To you he's your son."
It felt as if the air itself had split. Suyeon's cheeks went pale.
Those were the words she least wanted to speak to herself—the place she least wanted to be stabbed.
"That mouth of yours."
Suyeon took a step forward. Seoyeon did not retreat.
Instead she reached out and took hold of Minjun's cock again. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft with natural ease.
This was not a first touch. It was a familiar grip.
The sensation they had learned years ago, slipping between each other's rooms.
Right in front of Suyeon's eyes. Right in front of her mother, she moved her fingers slowly.
"You can't have him all to yourself. I'm Minjun's woman too."
Suyeon's hand shot out like lightning and seized Seoyeon's wrist. But the moment she caught it, something snagged.
The way Seoyeon handled Minjun. Too natural.
As if she were dealing with a body she had known for a long time.
"…You two."
Suyeon's eyes narrowed.
"Something happened between you before, didn't it."
Seoyeon's smile stiffened slightly. Minjun, still on the toilet, held his breath.
A secret only the two of them knew. Something they had told no one for years.
"Something?"
Seoyeon tilted her head as if unconcerned. But her hand still did not release Minjun's cock.
"I was first, Seoyeon. Before you ever did anything with Minjun, I carried him in this belly for ten months. No matter how much you mix your bodies, you can't catch up to that."
Seoyeon did not pull her arm free. She smiled while still held.
"That's a mother's role. Not a woman's. And my role's changed now too. Ever since I stopped being a virgin, every night. The nights you sleep with Minjun, I'm sleeping with him too. You just didn't know."
Suyeon's grip tightened. Seoyeon's smile did not fade.
At that, Suyeon's eyes narrowed further. Then, slowly, she raised her hands to the buttons of her pajamas.
One.
Two.
Three.
The pajamas dropped to her feet.
Under the pink light, the body of a thirty-six-year-old woman was revealed. Suyeon briefly lifted her arms as if to cover her breasts, then stopped.
She knew covering them would change nothing. Thirty-six.
Three children. This body had long since stopped being new.
Her swollen breasts were heavy enough to sag. The nipples were a deep brown, the areolas darkened from three pregnancies and periods of nursing.
Milk beaded and dripped from the tips of her nipples. Her belly was folded with soft flesh from bearing three children, and her mound was smooth from shaving.
Her pussy had plump outer lips that kept a strong presence even when she pressed her thighs together.
"A body that's given birth three times…"
Seoyeon pulled her T-shirt off as well, dragging it over her head in one motion.
Twenty-two. A body honed by archery.
A long line of abdominal muscle ran along her waist; her shoulders were firm. Her breasts were small but springy.
Pink nipples pointed upward. Her pubic hair formed a natural black forest, and her outer lips were thin and tight.
Her inner lips were completely hidden; without spreading them they were almost invisible.
Seoyeon suddenly remembered those days. In high school, every time she put Minjun in a headlock, his face had been buried in this chest.
They hadn't been nearly naked like this, but she had felt Minjun's breath through the thin T-shirt. Back then she had thought nothing of it, yet looking back now, even then…
She shook her head. This was not the time for that kind of thought.
"…and a twenty-two-year-old body."
Seoyeon stepped closer. The two women's breasts nearly touched. Gazes flicked from Suyeon's wet nipples to Seoyeon's firm breasts.
"Which one do you think Minjun will go crazier for, Mom."
Suyeon did not answer. She looked Seoyeon over.
Twenty-two. Abs.
Elasticity. Pink nipples.
Everything she no longer had. Everything that had already passed her by.
At that age I was like that too. The thought stung.
Minjun's cock rose fully erect in front of the two of them. It jutted up as if it might touch his stomach. The head was flushed red, still glistening with the saliva Seoyeon had just wiped away with her tongue.
The cock answered before either of them could.
Suyeon moved first. She cupped Minjun's face in both hands and covered his mouth with hers.
Her tongue pushed deep. Exactly as they had done earlier on the bed.
She sucked in Minjun's tongue and seemed to try to drive her own all the way to his throat. Spittle ran from the corners of their mouths.
At the same time Seoyeon dropped to her knees on the floor. She pushed her face between Minjun's thighs, wrapped her fingers around the hard cock, and took the head into her mouth.
"Nn…"
Minjun's face twisted. Seoyeon's teeth scraped the side of the glans.
A mouth that had been virgin until three days ago. The only time she had ever put a cock in it was the day before yesterday.
"Don't use your teeth."
Suyeon looked down from above and spoke. Seoyeon's eyes flicked up. It was an enemy's advice, but it was not wrong.
"Wrap it with your lips, put your tongue under the head. Then go slowly."
Seoyeon hesitated a moment. Learning from her mother bruised her pride, but the sight of Minjun's contorted face made her yield. She sealed her lips around the glans and pressed the tip of her tongue into the hollow beneath it.
"…Like this?"
With a cock in her mouth the words came out muffled. Minjun's breath escaped long and slow. It felt far better than before.
"Yes. From there, move your head back and forth."
Seoyeon began to move her head slowly. This time her teeth did not touch.
The same cock she had just cleaned with her tongue. The cock she had declared her own after erasing her mother's traces now filled her mouth smoothly.
"Your first woman is me, Minjun."
Suyeon pulled her lips away and whispered into Minjun's ear. Her breath slid along the shell.
"No one can change that. You were inside me before you even came into this world."
Seoyeon lifted her mouth and looked up. The taste of cock still lingered on her tongue.
"What does first woman matter. The last woman is the real one. I'm a year older than Minjun. So I'll be beside him until he dies. Longer than Mom."
Suyeon's hands left Minjun's head. Instead they went down to her own pussy.
She spread her outer lips with her fingers. The inner lips appeared, wet.
Dark-red folds layered one over another—the pussy of a woman who had given birth three times.
"It's loose, I can't help that. Three kids. But I've got way more experience. Everything Minjun likes, where and how to touch him—he learned it all from me. While you were still a virgin, I was already teaching him with this pussy."
She said it, yet Suyeon's eyes stopped on Seoyeon's pale-pink inner lips. A clean pussy without a single trace of pigment.
A new one used fewer than ten times. Her own inner lips were wrinkled and dark-red from use; no matter how carefully she shaved, that color never returned.
"How many days have you two even been fucking?"
Seoyeon also spread her outer lips with her fingers. The thin flesh parted and the inside came into view.
Pale-pink inner lips that had been hidden slowly revealed themselves. Almost no pigment at all.
A pussy that had been a woman's for only a day—still brand new.
"Sorry it's tight instead of experienced. But Minjun taught me everything, didn't he. Last night. With techniques he learned from Mom, no less."
Suyeon's eyes narrowed. When her fingers brushed her own nipple, a drop of milk spilled.
"I produce milk. If we have kids, I'll raise them. Minjun drinks from my breasts every morning. That's something you can't do, Seoyeon."
"I handle Minjun every night with a waist trained by sports. Mom gets tired fast. I can go an hour without getting tired."
Both women's breathing roughened. The verbal contest had no end. So they decided to settle it with their bodies.
"Should we move? The bathroom's too small for three."
Seoyeon opened the bathroom door. The hallway was dark.
The three of them walked toward the master bedroom, still caressing one another's sex. Along the hallway Suyeon had mopped that morning, droplets of slick from two heat-crazed bitches left a trail of musky scent.
When Minjun sat on the edge of the bed, Suyeon and Seoyeon rushed him from either side. The same bed Suyeon and Minjun had used earlier.
The sheets were still damp with milk, sweat, and juices.
"Ugh, smells like cum."
Seoyeon complained. Suyeon took Minjun's hand and guided it to her pussy. His fingers brushed the outer lips and found the entrance.
"You were born from inside here. This is your original home."
Seoyeon guided Minjun's other hand to her own breast. His palm closed around the firm flesh.
"This is a brand-new house no one's touched yet. You're the first tenant."
Minjun felt two different temperatures in his two hands. One was a familiar hometown.
The other was unconquered new territory. His cock stood hard between the two women, not knowing which to choose, stiffened only by the taboo thrill of incest.
Suyeon moved first. She pushed Minjun down onto the bed and swung a leg over his waist. She gripped his cock with her fingers and set the head against her entrance.
A familiar sensation. The loosely opened hole swallowed the glans. As she slowly lowered her hips, the cock slid into her cunt.
In that instant Seoyeon clung to Minjun's shoulders from behind. Her wet breasts pressed against his back. Her tongue licked his ear.
"Don't cum inside Mom."
A whisper mixed with breath. Minjun's rhythm faltered.
"Give it to me. I want to have your baby."
Suyeon glared at Seoyeon. She sank her hips deeper.
The cock pushed all the way to the mouth of her womb. Seoyeon pinched both of Minjun's nipples at once.
Minjun's breath caught in his throat.
Suyeon's rhythm broke.
Seoyeon shoved Suyeon's shoulder. With an archer's arm strength, Suyeon's body tipped sideways.
The cock slipped free. Seoyeon took the opening.
Seoyeon climbed on top of Minjun.
"My turn."
She settled astride him. With one hand she held his cock and set the head against her entrance.
Just as she had learned the night before. When she lowered her hips the glans parted her inner lips with familiar ease.
A young pussy swallowed the cock. The tight walls clamped around the head.
Far firmer than Suyeon's loose cunt, it held Minjun fast. Seoyeon began to move her hips.
Abs trained by archery rippled.
But the rhythm was irregular. Fast then slow, deep then shallow.
What she had learned yesterday was not enough. Her entrance squeezed and rose and fell around the cock, yet the motion remained clumsy.
At the same time Suyeon moved. Instead of pushing Seoyeon's hips away, she pressed herself against Minjun's side.
One hand cupped his chin and turned his face so she could cover his mouth. Her tongue pushed deep.
Slowly, as if savoring. Her other hand went down to his chest and found a nipple.
When she circled the tip with a fingernail, Minjun's hips jerked.
"…Mom."
The breath that escaped between their lips. Suyeon did not pull away.
She rolled her tongue slowly inside Minjun's mouth while pinching his nipple. Her other hand stroked the nape of his neck.
Behind the ear, down the throat, along the collarbone. She knew every place Minjun liked.
"You can cum, Minjun. Inside me."
At those words Suyeon pulled Minjun's face from her breast and covered his mouth with her own again.
She pushed her tongue in while her free hand shoved Seoyeon's hip. Seoyeon's rhythm broke once more.
"No. I'm first."
Seoyeon was pushed aside and Suyeon climbed on again. This time she turned her back to Minjun and took him in reverse cowgirl. Her large ass slapped against his stomach.
Now Seoyeon came around in front of Minjun. But her movements were awkward.
She could not cover his mouth as naturally as Suyeon had. Instead she leaned in close and bumped her forehead against his nose.
"Ow."
Seoyeon's face flushed red as she tried again. This time their lips met.
But too lightly. Closer to a peck.
She hesitated about putting her tongue in and ended up only lightly sucking his lower lip. Completely different from Suyeon's deep, slow kisses.
Clumsy, careful, the kiss of a young woman.
Still she did not give up. She left his lips and went down to his neck. She stuck out her tongue to lick and pressed too hard.
"That tickles."
Minjun flinched his shoulder. Seoyeon's face went redder.
If it had been Suyeon she would have swept from behind the ear all the way to the collarbone in one go. Seoyeon did not know that.
Instead she groped for Minjun's nipple with her fingers. A girl who had only just stopped being a virgin trying to copy a married woman's caresses.
But her fingertips were too light; it only tickled.
"Why is everyone so obsessed with my nipples?"
Unlike before, Minjun complained. Jealous Seoyeon bit her lip and put force into her fingers. This time she pinched too hard.
"Aaaah, wait, that hurts, Noona."
Minjun's cock twitched from the pain.
"Harder than I thought."
Seoyeon's face turned sulky. Her lips jutted out.
A woman who had dreamed of being a national archery team member. A woman who mastered any sport after learning it once.
That same woman had just made three mistakes in a row at sex. Kiss, neck, nipple.
None of it came out like Mom's.
Back then… we just touched each other.
In each other's rooms, lights off, without words, with clumsy hands. That had been everything.
They had never even kissed properly, never known how to caress skillfully like this. Simply touching each other had been the whole of what existed between them.
"Sex… is harder than I thought."
She muttered it like talking to herself. Still sulky-faced, Seoyeon reached right in front of her and grabbed Suyeon's breast.
"Then maybe I'll have some of Mom's milk for the first time in a while."
It looked as if she meant to torment Mom in Minjun's place. Seoyeon sucked Suyeon's nipple into her mouth. Suyeon's body jerked.
At that moment Minjun also lifted his head. His upward gaze settled on Suyeon's other breast.
Suyeon wordlessly twisted her hips to stimulate her son's cock while offering her breast to her new husband. The milk of a married woman who had remarried her son overnight beaded at the tip of the nipple.
"Here's your milk~"
Minjun opened his mouth and took Suyeon's other nipple.
On one side the daughter, on the other the son. Seoyeon and Minjun hung side by side from their mother's breasts.
Two heads moved in parallel in front of Suyeon's chest. The wet sucking sounds overlapped.
Seoyeon with her eyes closed, Minjun with his eyes open. Both of them nursing from their mother.
Suyeon wrapped both children's heads in her arms. The corners of her eyes grew hot.
Thirty-six. These breasts had originally been meant to raise them.
It had been like this when they were babies too. When Seoyeon sucked the left, Minjun cried on the right.
She had held them by turns and put them to the breast. Then and now, these children had grown on her milk.
But now it was different. Minjun's cock was inside her pussy.
Seoyeon's hand was stroking her thigh. The mouths sucking milk were the same as when they were babies, yet what was happening below was completely different.
Even so…
Suyeon pulled both children's heads tighter against her.
Even so, the fact that they're my kids doesn't change.
Seoyeon pulled her mouth away first and looked up. Milk clung to the corner of her lips. Seeing Minjun still nursing beside her, competitive fire lit again in Seoyeon's eyes.
"I'm not done yet either, Mom."
Seoyeon pushed Minjun's head aside and covered Suyeon's mouth with her own. She pushed the milk she had just sucked into her mother's mouth. Sharing the breast milk left in her own mouth with her mother, she at the same time reached down and covered the pussy that held Minjun's cock.
"Inside here is Minjun's cock. Outside here I'm on Mom's milk. Minjun is completely trapped by us top and bottom right now. Nowhere to go."
Suyeon's cunt convulsed. Her daughter's touch and her son's cock. A moment when motherhood and desire could no longer be separated.
Minjun thrust his hips deeper while sucking at the breast again. Seoyeon, still not releasing Suyeon's lips, found Suyeon's clitoris with her fingers. Under the two-pronged assault Suyeon's hips bucked.
He was about to cum. Minjun's hip movements sped up. His cock chewed at the entrance.
"Inside…"
Suyeon's voice cracked. Minjun was at his limit too.
To keep him from escaping, Suyeon locked her legs around his waist. Her heels dug into his ass.
Seoyeon reached out. But this time Suyeon moved first. One hand seized Seoyeon's wrist while the other pressed Minjun's hips down.
"Just this once… I'm not yielding."
Minjun drove his hips in one last time. He shoved the glans against the mouth of her womb.
Everything he had been holding back burst out at once. Hot semen poured into her uterus.
Suyeon's eyes rolled back.
"Ah, ah…"
The entire vaginal wall clenched and contracted around the cock. Every spurt of cum was answered by a convulsion of Suyeon's pussy.
Hotter and deeper than the first time. Minjun did not pull out.
He emptied every last drop inside her cunt.
Seoyeon watched from the side. She clenched her teeth.
But even after Minjun's cock slipped free of Suyeon's pussy it did not die. A twenty-one-year-old body did not stop after one ejaculation.
The head was still flushed red and swollen.
"My turn."
Seoyeon laid Minjun on the bed. She gripped the cock still wet with Suyeon's cum.
Without wiping away her mother's fluids she climbed on top of it. She set the head against her entrance and dropped her hips in one go.
The semen acted as lubricant; the cock slid all the way into Seoyeon's tight pussy in a single stroke.
"Ah…"
Seoyeon began to move her hips. Now the rhythm was different.
Far more confident than before. Her hardened nipples bounced up and down.
Her abs rippled. With Suyeon watching from the side, Seoyeon planted her hands on Minjun's chest and worked her hips fast.
Minjun thrust upward to meet her. Their rhythms locked. Seoyeon's pussy swallowed the cock deeper.
"You can cum. This time I'll take it."
Suyeon simply watched. Recalling the orgasm she had just monopolized, she decided to endure this once.
Minjun gripped Seoyeon's waist and drove in deep one last time. The second ejaculation.
Young semen struck Seoyeon's cervical mouth. A sound that was not words spilled from Seoyeon's mouth.
Her walls clamped the cock tight and would not let go.
When Minjun pulled out, white cum ran down along the pale-pink inner lips. Fresh seed from her son to replace the old load from last night. Still unused to the sensation, Seoyeon came once more in a short, sharp peak.
From the two women's pussies, semen flowed at different speeds.
From Suyeon's, thick cum slowly oozed between the ripe outer lips. The dark-red inner lips glistened, soaked with it.
A hole that had given birth three times was wide from long use, so even though a great deal of semen had pooled inside, it pushed out easily. A thick white trail ran down the inner thigh.
Seoyeon's pussy was different. The firm outer lips had closed, trapping the cum inside.
Still the volume was large, so thin white threads seeped little by little between the pale-pink inner lips. She was still holding onto the second load she had ever received, as if not yet used to it.
On the bed the two women lay side by side, Minjun's seed flowing from each of them at its own rhythm. One familiar, one still strange. One over ripe color, one over pale pink.
The three of them lay on the master bed. Damp sheets.
Darkness soaked with pink light. Only the three sets of breathing passed back and forth.
A long silence settled.
Outside the window the fog pressed right up against the glass. Silence alone filled the room in a steady rhythm.
Suyeon spoke first. Staring at the ceiling, as if to herself.
"In this house, eventually all of us…"
She did not finish. But Seoyeon knew. Seoyeon quietly continued.
"Yeah. I know too. By the time this house ends, we'll all be carrying Minjun's kids."
They were all aware of the fog outside the window. In this bizarre house they might not even last that long.
That thought came. Everyone wanted to forget this insane situation for a while.
Falling so deeply into incest and taboo in such a short time might have been a defense mechanism to keep the mind healthy.
Silence. Then Suyeon again.
"So right now, I just want to have him a little more first."
Her voice cracked slightly. Thirty-six.
Soon to be forty. A body that had lived too long to compete physically with a young woman.
Still, still.
Seoyeon looked at the ceiling and laughed low.
"Me too. I'm still twenty-two. Just a little more. I want to be a little more first."
Minjun lay between the two women with his eyes closed. He neither refused nor agreed. He simply listened to their conversation.
All three of them knew at the same time. This house was not merely duplicating.
This house was remaking the family—into one man and his women. And there was no way to refuse it, at least not now.
Suyeon's milk pooled on the sheets. Seoyeon's hand rested on Minjun's chest. Suyeon's hand layered over it.
The three body temperatures slowly mixed inside the master bedroom.
At the end of the hallway, Jiwoo's room.
Jiwoo lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. The blanket had already been kicked to the foot of the bed. One hand was inside her T-shirt, the other between her thighs.
The sounds from the master bedroom had been going on for an hour. At first it had been Mom alone.
Then Unnie had joined. The sounds that started in the bathroom had crossed the hallway and moved into the master bedroom.
Jiwoo had heard everything.
Mom's moans. Unnie's scream-like breathing.
Oppa’s rough breaths. Every time the three voices overlapped, Jiwoo's fingers pushed a little deeper.
Her pubic hair was already soaked with slick; the insides of her thighs were wet.
Oppa…
Her lips moved but she made no sound. Listening alone was enough. For now.
Next… will it be me.
She knew it would come someday. That every woman in this house would become Oppa's. Mom, Unnie, Aunt, and herself too.
Someday…
Her finger slowly rolled inside her entrance. The inside she had never yet entered.
Her hymen brushed her fingertip. Carefully, very slowly, Jiwoo traced that membrane with her finger.
The one who opened this door had to be Oppa. So for now she did not push even her finger all the way in.
Instead she only stroked the outside. She pressed her clitoris with her thumb and caught her inner lips between index and middle fingers.
She moved her fingers to the rhythm coming from the master bedroom. When Mom moaned she pressed her clit hard.
When Unnie held her breath she lightly touched the entrance. When Oppa breathed roughly she cupped her whole pussy with her fingers.
Orgasm did not come. She had not been aiming for one in the first place. Jiwoo simply wanted to be with them in the only way she could still choose for herself in this house.
Outside the window, only the fog watched them steadily, silently, without a word.