Mother-Daughter Donburi
From afar, it was a sight that perfectly fit the phrase "a spectacle to behold." With the table between them, Seonhye—the mother—was down below, devotedly licking Taeyang's foot, while Seonhui—the daughter—was up top, passionately French-kissing him with their tongues entwined. Both had completely forgotten the risk of getting caught by the other, lost in their acts.
Slurp—smack—smooch—mwah— Seonhye's cheeks puffed out repeatedly in rhythm with Taeyang's toes prodding them. The obscenely growing wet sounds echoed through the kitchen, but neither Seonhye nor Seonhui realized they were the cause—they felt no discomfort, only heightened arousal.
"Smooch—slurp—pah—" Seonhye finally pulled Taeyang's toe from her mouth after sucking it with all her fervor. Under the pretense of cleaning, she'd lapped up all her own pussy juices, but now an even wider area glistened with her saliva. As she pondered how to wipe it to please him most, a wet sound from atop the table made her blink dazedly.
She knew their relationship roughly, but hearing it and feeling it firsthand were worlds apart. A fuzzy jealousy welled up, and with a fake cough, she emerged from under the table.
"Ahem, ahem."
Taeyang and Seonhui sprang apart in a panic. Seonhui yelped at the long string of saliva stretching between their lips and frantically wiped it away with her hand, then rubbed it on her clothes.
"No bruises, but it still hurts," Seonhye muttered as she settled back into her chair. She glanced alternately at Taeyang and Seonhui. Taeyang wore his usual sly grin, but Seonhui's face was far redder than before. Unable to show it openly, Seonhye clicked her tongue inwardly.
Beloved daughter? That's ancient history.
Oblivious to the hostile glare from her own mother, Seonhui fanned her face with her hand.
"Ahem, must be the booze. Feels kinda hot in here, right?"
The AC was already humming, keeping the room cool, but she blamed the temperature to hide her flushed cheeks.
In that awkward atmosphere, how much more alcohol was poured? Seonhye checked the fridge and let out a regretful sigh.
"Oh no, we're out of booze."
No one was drunk enough to cause a scene, and the mood wasn't right for calling it quits. After a moment's thought, a brilliant idea struck her, and she grinned.
Turning to Seonhui, who was munching peanuts, she called out.
"Honey~ Mind running to the convenience store for more drinks?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, sure. I'll go."
It'd be weird for Mom to do the errand, and even weirder to send the guy, Taeyang. Seonhui wanted to suggest going alone with him, but he showed no interest.
"We're low on snacks too—perfect timing. Grab a bag of frozen dumplings as well."
He just waved lazily.
"Ugh, got it. Anything else besides booze, Mom?"
"Hmm..." Seonhye tapped her cheek, then named a few beer brands.
Seonhui grumbled reluctantly.
"Aw, those aren't at the store nearby. The place that sells 'em is five minutes farther."
Seonhye beamed.
"Do a little extra for me, sweetie."
Normally, she'd whine and hit the closer store, but with Taeyang watching, better not lose points by complaining. A short walk was preferable.
"Fine. Be back soon."
Seonhui shuffled out in her slippers. The front door locked with a click, and Taeyang stretched casually.
"Haaah... Booze isn't hitting like it used to."
Scraaape— Seonhye shoved her chair back roughly and rushed to Taeyang's side, breathing heavily with excitement.
"What?"
Taeyang played dumb, though he knew full well.
"You're so mean."
She hiked up her dress. Her pussy was already drenched, juices trickling down her thighs. Taeyang's grin deepened, but he crossed his arms, feigning disinterest.
"You know when your daughter's coming back?"
"I-it's fine... It'll take at least ten minutes, so hurry..."
Even this pleading felt like wasted time. She bit the hem of her dress and spread her pussy wide with her free hands. The impossibly tight hole—despite childbirth—peeked invitingly from within.
"Seonhye's pussy is so lonely and aching..."
Her near-begging made Taeyang stand. Naturally, after the rare treat of both mother and daughter servicing him, his cock was rock-hard and throbbing.
He rubbed the edges of her spread entrance with index and middle fingers.
"What should I do with a perverted slut who gets horny in front of her daughter's friend?"
"Punish me... with your cock, cock-master♥"
Taeyang slapped her inner thighs alternately.
Smack—smack—
"Haah!"
Even that felt like pleasure; her legs buckled into a slight squat. Taeyang gripped her waist, spun her around, and bent her over the table, pressing her upper body flat. As she sprawled, her massive tits—too big to hide under the dress—squeezed out sideways.
He poked them with his finger.
"Then hurry and spread that pussy."
"Yes♥"
Her spread lips revealed the entrance twitching hungrily for cock. Taeyang thrust in without hesitation.
"Nnghoooooh♥"
The sensation pierced not just her womb but her brain; Seonhye rolled her eyes back.
*
Seonhui, back from buying booze, burst through the front door. She'd run hard—sweat dripped from her forehead to her neck.
"Got the drinks!"
She entered the kitchen.
"Huh?"
Though barely ten minutes had passed, a vague unease hit her from the kitchen's lewd atmosphere. A faint, sticky, obscene scent lingered.
If she hadn't run and sweated, she'd have noticed easily. But...
"Mom?"
"O-oh... you're back?"
Seonhye, dazed in her chair, snapped to and greeted her. She rose awkwardly.
"Where's Taeyang?"
"He went to the bathroom right after you left. He's been a while."
Leaning on the table, Seonhye slumped back into her seat, exhausted.
"I see..."
Recalling Taeyang's long bathroom stays before, Seonhui nodded. No way something weird happened alone with Mom.
With optimistic thoughts, she unpacked the beer cans. At the same time, semen glorp-ed back out from Seonhye's pussy as she sat.
*
Another two weeks passed like that. The trio met three or four more times, the mother and daughter deceiving each other all the while. When Seonhye stepped out for a sudden call, Taeyang fucked Seonhui; when Seonhui ran an errand, he fucked Seonhye.
Surprisingly, even without Taeyang leading, the duo grew horny on their own and threw themselves at him. The secretive trysts were thrilling and satisfying, but one step short of what Taeyang truly craved.
In a motel bed, post-intense sex with Seonhui, Taeyang—naked and lounging—broached it carefully.
"Sorry about this."
"Huh?"
"Let's stop meeting."
Seonhui couldn't believe her ears.
"W-wait... why all of a sudden!!!"
Like a bolt from the blue, she shrieked hysterically, shoving off the blanket and scrambling up. Taeyang was already dressing, off the bed.
"H-hold on! You can't just drop 'let's end it' out of nowhere!"
It made no sense. They weren't officially dating or even in a fling—just casual friends who fucked when horny. That was their unspoken deal.
She grabbed his wrist.
"Got a girlfriend? She tell you no other girls?"
Taeyang shook his head lightly.
"Nah, nothing like that."
"Then why!"
"We're just fuckbuddies. Fuck when horny, hang out when not. That's us."
The word "fuckbuddies" stung her heart oddly, but that was minor now.
"Yeah, fuckbuddies! So what!"
"But now... it's not turning me on anymore. Feels like duty sex."
His cold gaze looked down at her.
"Wait, you can't just bulldoze like this! We gotta... figure something out!"
"There's a way."
Seonhui's face brightened. Of course! Even with her vanilla tastes, for him, she'd try kinky stuff.
"Bringing in another girl for a threesome."
"Uh... ah..."
Her face paled. She'd expected spanking or light exposure play. Not this.
She'd once floated threesomes lightly before—fierce rejection killed it. Then, it was a joke; now, his serious expression made her stammer.
"I-it's... fine... I don't mind..."
She trailed off. Did she really not?
Taeyang seeing other women was inevitable—she'd fallen for his ways. She was addicted anyway; she could accept that flaw.
But two women at once?
"Right? Kinda heavy."
As if thought so, he shook his head and tried prying her hand off his wrist.
Instinct screamed: let go now, and it's over forever.
"No! I don't mind! For real!"
Taeyang, facing away, smirked where she couldn't see. How good I'd been to hear this.
"Really?"
"Yeah! Two girls, three—whatever!"
He composed himself, turned, met her eyes.
"Alright then..."
He sat back on the bed, beckoning her. On all fours, she crawled eagerly to him. He pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Thanks for understanding. In return, I'll show you our sex so far was just kids' play."
"Th-that..."
Could she feel any better? No, but with Taeyang, probably...
That thought hit, and she felt her womb squeeze down. Fears of sharing him vanished.