Mother-Daughter Donburi
After several hours of intense sex, Taeyang and Seonhye lay cozily side by side in bed. Taeyang had ejaculated nearly ten times, spraying his thick white seed across her womb and all over her body, while Seonhye had fainted repeatedly from so many orgasms that she couldn't even count them. Nothing brings people closer than rubbing bare skin together. True to Taeyang's usual philosophy, their bond had grown much tighter after the rough mating.
Seonhye let out a short sigh of admiration. "Ah..."
"What's up?"
Taeyang, still basking in the afterglow, turned his head.
"Nothing, just..."
Seonhye was using his arm as a pillow, and no pillow in the world— not even the softest, fluffiest one— could compare to it. Her hand touched his chest. It was as hard as rock.
"It feels too good..."
"Me too."
"Haaah..."
Seonhye blushed and nuzzled her face even harder against his arm.
The bedroom was the final bastion of a couple's intimacy, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that. Yet there lay an outsider on the central bed, but Seonhye simply clung to Taeyang's body like a girl in love. From the outside, with Seonhye looking so young, their age gap didn't seem that wide— they could easily pass for a married couple or lovers.
Taeyang toyed with her nipple.
"Now that we're close enough, let me ask again."
"What?"
Of course, he was almost certain of the answer, but there was a world of difference between guessing and hearing it straight from her mouth.
"Why'd you ghost me three years ago?"
In truth, she'd just moved, hadn't changed her contact info, so it wasn't exactly ghosting. In their past relationship, Seonhye had always been the one to reach out first. Then those messages suddenly stopped. Taeyang had been busy expanding his circle of women at the time, so he hadn't paid her much mind, and naturally, three years passed without them meeting.
He figured she'd brush off the topic, but Seonhye hesitated, fumbling for words.
"Ah... that was... um..."
"I'm not blaming you or anything."
Taeyang chuckled lightly and lifted the arm she was using as a pillow to poke her cheek.
"Do I look that petty to you?"
He puffed out his chest dramatically as he said it. Seonhye burst into a small laugh. Taeyang was always so mature beyond his years, but this time, he seemed just like a boy his age— adorably cute.
"Hey, you don't believe me?"
"Ah, okay, okay. I'll tell you."
Seonhye gently took his hand— the one playing with her nipple— and guided it to her eye. More precisely, around the corner.
"Three years ago, like always, I was about to message you to ask when you'd come over. But then I looked in the mirror."
When he touched her eye corner, he felt a tiny wrinkle. It was so faint you'd have to focus hard to even notice, but it was definitely there.
"There was a wrinkle here."
She gave a bitter smile.
"And right then, you'd said you wanted to fuck me and my daughter together."
"Yeah, I did."
"...It scared me."
Seonhye's voice trembled faintly. She swallowed back tears with effort, forcing a wistful smile as she spoke to Taeyang, who was fiddling with her eye corner.
"After fucking with my daughter, when I thought about what came next... I couldn't answer 'yes' to whether I'd keep being loved. Seonhui is..."
Seonhye licked her lips briefly.
"My daughter's young... and I'm old..."
With those words finished, tears welled up in Seonhye's eyes. Taeyang stared at her in silence, at a loss for words. Among the women he saw, Seonhye was undeniably the oldest. But he'd never once imagined she'd be agonizing over something like this. The fear of aging alone, rather than together, was still beyond his grasp.
Taeyang finally spoke.
"So that's why you shut me out so cold."
"Yes... Even if we got physical again, I thought you'd get bored fast and toss me aside... I just couldn't bear it."
In the end, that resolve had crumbled uselessly before pleasure. Seonhye murmured that with a relieved laugh, though it carried a hint of bitterness.
Taeyang's expression hardened coldly. He pushed her head away and sat up. Seonhye had half-expected this; she'd steeled herself for it. She took a light breath and closed her eyes. Realizing the insurmountable barrier of their age gap, his reaction was all too predictable. Still, she'd been happy for a day— that was enough.
But the reaction she expected never came.
A warm, soft touch brushed her eye corner, and she opened her eyes again.
"Uh... ah..."
Taeyang leaned down and licked away all her tears with his tongue. He lifted his head, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her upright. Then he bowed his head to her.
"Sorry. It's my fault for not giving you enough certainty with my love."
"N-no, it's not!"
Seonhye, who ended up apologizing to him instead, bowed her head lower in a panic. Taeyang gazed at her, bent almost prone, with a resolute expression.
"Yeah. You need ironclad proof that I'll never abandon you— that you're mine, undeniable and perfect. That seems like the top priority right now."
Muttering to himself, Taeyang got off the bed.
"Alright. Wait here a sec."
He threw on all his clothes and headed out the door.
"Huh?"
Left alone on the bed out of nowhere, Seonhye blinked dumbly in bewilderment.
*
Taeyang didn't return for over an hour. Seonhye had finished tidying the bedroom and even showered, but he still wasn't back, leaving her needlessly worried that maybe he wouldn't come at all.
But he wasn't alone when he did.
Seonhye gasped sharply, nearly choking and coughing in an unseemly fit.
Her daughter, Seonhui, entered through the front door with a beaming smile, pointing back at Taeyang behind her.
"Mom! My... boyfriend? Wait, he's not a girl, so boyfriend it is! Yeah, my boyfriend!"
"Hello."
Taeyang gave a light bow.
"I'm Geum Taeyang, Seonhui's friend."
He straightened up with a sly grin.
"Nice to meet you."
Was it from catching her breath wrong? "Hic—!" Seonhye's body jolted with a hiccup.
*
Unlike her initial shock that had stopped her breath, the mood among the three was incredibly warm and friendly.
"Ahaha, did that really happen?"
"No, don't tell that story!"
Taeyang skillfully steered the conversation, easing the atmosphere. Seonhye shared tales of Seonhui's childhood, while Seonhui bragged to her mom about her recent not-quite-date with Taeyang. Of course, Seonhye smiled outwardly but inwardly shed bloody tears at the word "date."
The talk flowed without a single lull, ripening the vibe perfectly. Since they were in the kitchen, Seonhye casually brought out some snacks and drinks.
"Does Taeyang drink?"
"Yeah, I can handle anything."
At that, Seonhye fetched beer cans from the fridge. In front of Seonhui, they played the part of ordinary acquaintances. Empty cans soon rolled across the floor as they chatted on.
"Haht!"
Mid-conversation, a sensation between her slightly parted thighs made Seonhye jolt in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Seonhui, cracking open a fresh can, asked. Seonhye forced an awkward smile.
"Oh, I stubbed my toe on the table..."
"Ouch, that hurts. Be careful, Mom."
Seonhye mumbled an excuse and shot Taeyang a glance. But the Taeyang across from her ate his snacks without a change in expression. All the while, his foot under the table relentlessly rubbed her pussy. His toes stroked over it again and again. They teased the smooth, hairless flesh without mercy.
Just as she started getting used to the pleasure...
"Hahak!"
His toe slipped right inside her hole. Already soaked, it entered without resistance, and Seonhye came hard, drenching his ankle with her juices. Was it because her daughter was watching? Shame and humiliation surged alongside it.
"Stubbed it again?"
Her neck flushed red from pleasure, her lips curled into a dumb grin. To hide her face, Seonhye bowed her head, letting her hair cover it.
"Yeah, hnn, it... hurts a lot... Maybe it's bruised... Gotta check."
Muttering that, she scooted her chair back a bit and ducked under the table. She immediately opened her mouth to clean his slick toes. Or rather, it was far too lewd to call it cleaning. 'If Seonhui catches this...' The thought flashed through her mind, but it only made Seonhye suck harder. The risk excited her more. Lewd slurping sounds echoed faintly from under the table.
But Seonhui was in no position to notice anything off. The moment Seonhye fully ducked under, Seonhui locked eyes with Taeyang as if on cue. Her eyes, buzzed from the booze, burned with fire. Taeyang responded with a soft smile, and that was the signal. Seonhui leaned sideways as far as she could and kissed him.
And so, in the kitchen, mother and daughter deceived each other while clinging to the same man.