Bowling Lessons and Maternal Bliss
“Seolhwa, where to next?”
“I'll take you to the bowling alley.”
“Ah... I kinda suck at bowling...”
Crunch.
“...You'll be able to do it easily. I'll teach you.”
“Min-jun oppa~ Do you know how to bowl?”
“Huh? Yeah, I do.”
“Ooh! Then teach me!”
“How rude—.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“....”
Seolhwa's eyes grew misty. Better stop teasing her. If I kept going, she might actually cry.
“Soo-ah, you drive.”
“...Yes.”
Soo-ah, still unsure where the line was that she couldn't cross, had no choice but to obey the command.
“Seolhwa, sit with me.”
“Yes!”
Seolhwa's face lit up in an instant at my words. She sat beside me and leaned into me. I draped my arm over her shoulder and slipped my hand into her cleavage.
Squeeze.
“...Where's the bowling alley?”
“Search for Geumo Bowling Alley.”
“..We're heading out.”
“Hmm... sex while riding in the car might be a bit risky, right?”
“I think it's fine if Soo-ah drives well.”
“...I'll do my best.”
Sweat started beading on Soo-ah's hands. The pressure of knowing a crash meant death had set in.
Seolhwa slipped her hand under the skirt of her dress and pulled down her red lace panties. Then she slowly lowered herself onto my exposed cock.
“Hoo...”
Seolhwa's premium pussy welcomed me once more. She continued serving me with her pussy, maintaining her expressionless face without twitching or moaning—of course. She just clenched her pussy and moved her hips.
Squelch.
That alone was plenty. Her pussy had that much power.
“Wow...”
It was an open-top car, so even if her pussy wasn't visible, anyone could tell we were fucking. That's why passersby were stopping to stare at Seolhwa.
I kneaded her breasts with both hands while enjoying her pussy below, then spoke to Soo-ah.
“What do you usually do, Soo-ah?”
“Uh... look around shops, chat with friends, watch YouTube?”
“You're wasting time. Great hobby.”
“...Doesn't seem like something you need to worry about, Seolhwa.”
“Just my impression. Sorry if it bothered you, but I'm not apologizing.”
“Kuh...”
Coming from the usually stiff Seolhwa, that snarky jab was funnier than expected.
“...Are you going to laugh, Min-jun?”
Soo-ah said it with a sulky tone. Seolhwa looked ready to snap, but I pinched her nipple to shut her down.
Squelch.
In the meantime, I filled Seolhwa's womb with cum again, and it started leaking out of her pussy.
“Sorry. But it was fun.”
“Thank you.”
Seolhwa looked proud. How did she express so many emotions while staying expressionless? I liked that about her even more.
“Hello? Sis?”
My sister called out of nowhere.
“Yeah. Where are you?”
“I'm out. Why?”
“Eating out?”
“Yeah... probably. Wait, that's not why you called—.”
Click.
...Crazy bitch.
“...Sorry, Min-jun, but Joo-young needs training urgently...”
“It's fine. That's part of her charm.”
“...Understood.”
Seolhwa wondered if rebelling would make Min-jun like her more.
We bowled casually at the alley, then headed to a cafe. It wasn't the private one I'd gone to with Seolhwa before—this was a regular cafe. Like at the restaurant earlier, we sat down, and I kneaded Soo-ah's breasts while waiting for our drinks. Just like with Ji-na, I asked a pretty barista to bring them.
Chat time hit again, and this time we talked about Soo-ah's past. She bragged about her delinquent days when she was called a thug and just played around, but then the sudden family accident came up.
“So... I was alone and needed money, but I didn't know how to do anything, so I figured I'd latch onto someone to survive...”
“.....”
Seolhwa, who'd been criticizing Soo-ah's behavior, stayed silent.
As we listened quietly to Soo-ah's story, the barista I'd eyed approached.
“Your drinks~.”
The barista placed them in front of each of us.
Squeeze.
I slid my hand to her ass and kneaded it. She flinched and tried to pull away slightly.
“..What do you think you're doing?”
Seolhwa suddenly glared fiercely.
“...Pardon?”
“Didn't you just try to avoid Min-jun's hand?”
“Ah... no! No... you saw wrong...”
After Seolhwa's word, the barista stopped dodging my hand.
“Virgin?”
“..No...”
“Too bad. I'd have taken you if you were.”
“...”
“Who'd you give it to? Ex-boyfriend?”
“...Th-that...”
“Hoo... you...”
“Are you stalling? Holy shit, this is gold...”
Seolhwa and Soo-ah tag-teamed to rattle the barista. Something hard to say?
But we already had enough rebels with sis and Soo-ah. And she wasn't even a virgin.
“...To some random old guy...”
“...You were a whore?”
“...I did call girl work... once.”
“Needed money bad?”
Even for a virgin, who'd think of call girl work? Was I weird for caring about virginity?
“No... just wanted something.”
“What?”
“Hermes... bag.”
“You're not my type.”
“Agreed. I wouldn't sell my body even if my life depended on it... sigh.”
“...”
“What? Still hung up?”
“No... sorry for what I said before. It was foolish without knowing your situation.”
I ignored the two suddenly reconciling and decided the barista's fate.
“How many guys total so far?”
“...Never counted... don't know.”
Damn, a lot then.
“Still doing it?”
“Yes...”
“Then why the cafe job?”
“....If I don't work but have money, family and friends get suspicious...”
Yeah, who'd believe she bought a Hermes with part-time cafe cash.
“....”
“Hmm... strip.”
“....Wh-why?”
“Fuck, can't stand this bitch! You defying Min-jun? I'll report you?!”
A guy from another table yelled, unable to watch.
“I-I'll strip...”
The barista slowly peeled off her clothes with trembling hands.
“Hmm... nice body. Call girl training, huh. Keep selling it then. 70% of earnings to me. Price... 400,000 won per fuck sounds good. Set the rest yourself.”
“....Y-yes...”
“Think positive. You were doing it anyway. I'm making it legal and shameless... attitude like that, just quit.”
“Ah..! S-sorry! Let me sell my body! Sorry..!”
“Good. Start here.”
“Yes..! Ex-excuse me, everyone...? 400,000 won for creampie, 100,000 for blowjob. Anyone wanna use my body?”
The guy who'd yelled raised his hand.
“Ah.. yes. Which part...?”
“Let me fuck your pussy once.”
“Sure.”
The barista unzipped his pants and mounted him in a facing position, starting her prostitution.
“Min-jun~ Let's drink up~.”
“We still have unfinished talk. Better not stare at trash like her.”
“Yeah, got it.”
Following their oddly sharp tones, I sipped my drink, fondled Soo-ah's breasts, and continued chatting.
When we left the cafe, the barista was getting pounded doggy-style by a middle-aged guy. I left her my account number on a slip and headed out.
“It's getting dark.”
The sun was setting.
“Dinner then call it?”
“I think that's best.”
“Sure.”
We grabbed a quick BBQ dinner before parting. Of course, I didn't forget to knead Soo-ah's breasts while eating—red marks lingered on them.
“Thanks for today, Seolhwa.”
“No problem. Glad I could help, Min-jun.”
“Yeah, rest up~.”
“Yes.”
Seolhwa bowed to me, cum still dripping from her thighs as she opened the door and went in.
I punched in the code and entered.
“Son~? Had fun?”
Mom was on the living room sofa. She was watching a variety show. I laid my head on her thigh.
“Heehee...”
Mom stroked my hair with a soft laugh.
“How you've grown so fast... feels like yesterday I was changing your diapers...”
“...Can I touch your breasts?”
“Go ahead. No need to ask for that. Ah, better take off your bra?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure~.”
Mom reached behind her back and unhooked her massive red bra. She bared her upper body, exposing her breasts to tempt her son.
Squeeze.
I kneaded Mom's breasts, then sucked on a nipple.
“Mm... heehee. Kinda ticklish...? Ah~. Want me to jerk you off too?”
“Yeah..”
Mom smiled sweetly, letting her biological son suckle while pulling down my pants and underwear to grip my cock.
Her hands were unbelievably soft—not like a housewife's. Slender too; no one would guess she was in her 40s.
Stroke stroke stroke.
Eun-seong started stroking her son's cock up and down. She was giving her own flesh and blood the classic nursing handjob.
A faint pleasure showed from her sucked breasts, but no shame or guilt crossed her face. Far from feeling bad about her ex-husband, she'd forgotten him long ago. She saw no reason to feel shame about letting her son suckle and jerking him off.
She'd even reserved a VIP single room at the hospital in case her son impregnated her or the daughters—thorough, with a mindset different from normal.
Squelch.
Sensing her son was about to cum, Eun-seong stimulated the glans with her grip and caught the semen in her palm. Better than letting it splatter everywhere and making cleanup a hassle.
“Again?”
“Keep going..”
Eun-seong kept stroking. Her son switched to sucking the other breast and kneading it, but she continued the handjob.
Squelch.
Another load. This time, I angled it to shower her face. Eun-seong scooped the cum from her face with her fingers and swallowed it. Quickest cleanup.
Unlike her ex who barely got blowjobs, let alone full service, she did all kinds of play for her son Min-jun, becoming his woman.