Will You Come Again Tomorrow?
Jinwoo pulled out his cock, gripping Mom's waist with one hand while kneading her breast with the other, grinding his hard shaft against her ass.
"Ah... ah, mmm..."
"Heh."
Jinwoo was the first one to walk back over to the sofa.
"Haha, how's that? Fucking insane, right? That bitch doesn't even pull away anymore. She's practically offering her pussy up on a platter."
"Ah, fuck, Jinwoo, that's so hot. We popping her today?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, dumbass. Just wait until I say the word."
"Ah, fuck, I swear we could totally take her right now."
It was like I didn't even exist to them anymore. Right in front of my face, they were casually shooting the shit about when they were going to fuck my mom. Normally, listening to this should have sent me into a blind rage—I should have dialed the police on the spot. But I couldn't do a damn thing. If anything, just hearing them talk like that was making my own dick throb.
"H-Hey, boys. Time for a snack."
Mom walked out into the living room carrying a tray of refreshments. Her voice trembled faintly, likely lingering from what Jinwoo had just done to her.
Gasp.
My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw her carrying that tray. I already knew she wasn't wearing panties or a bra, but the crotch of her white leggings was noticeably soaked. What stunned me even more was that the damp fabric clung so sheer that her pubic hair showed completely through—yet Mom showed no intention of changing, let alone covering herself up. She was casually parading her soaking wet crotch right in front of them.
Shocked, I glanced up at her face. Her cheeks were flushed a soft crimson, and her eyes were glistening with a moist sheen.
Setting the tray down, she didn't sit beside me. She walked over to Jinwoo and sat right next to him.
"Go on, help yourselves. Thank you for coming over again, boys."
"Don't mention it. Told you we'd come by often."
Jinwoo wasn't speaking to her with honorifics anymore. He had slipped into casual speech so seamlessly that I couldn't even tell when the shift had happened; his demeanor toward Mom was so natural it hardly seemed out of place.
"Mm, still, thank you."
"Do it like this."
As he spoke, Jinwoo reached behind Mom's back, slipping his hand under her armpit to take hold of her breast and knead it. He did it with utter nonchalance.
"Mm? Why? What are you going to do?"
"What do you think? I'm gonna cop a feel while I eat."
Mom darted a brief, cautious glance at me, but she made no move to stop Jinwoo's hand. It was surreal—such an utterly bizarre spectacle, yet played out without the slightest trace of hesitation or awkwardness.
Jinwoo nonchalantly kneaded Mom's heavy breast.
"Ah... mmm, ah..."
Letting out faint, breathy moans between words, Mom continued carrying on an ordinary conversation with him.
"Oh, right, you were working out, weren't you, Auntie? That reminds me, I should get some exercise in too."
With that, Jinwoo stood up from the sofa and lay down flat in the middle of the living room floor, getting into position for sit-ups.
"Auntie, come hold my feet so I can do sit-ups."
"Oh, really? Sure, of course."
Mom wrapped her arms around Jinwoo's calves and sat down on his feet.
"Aw, shit, what're you doing? Hold my calves tighter."
"Like this?"
Mom pressed down firmly on both of Jinwoo's knees with her hands.
"Are you an idiot or what? Get over here."
That bastard was outright cursing at my mother now.
"Get over here and wrap around me. Hug my legs tight and press your fucking tits right against them."
Yanking Mom's arms forward, Jinwoo forced her into a tight embrace around his calves, mashing her soft breasts completely against his lower legs below the knees.
"Ah... like this? Okay, okay."
For reasons I couldn't comprehend, Mom was as docile as a lamb in front of Jinwoo.
"Yeah, that's better. Now sit on my feet and spread your legs."
"Mm, like this?"
"Spread 'em wide, Auntie."
"L-Like this?"
"Closer."
"Like this?"
"Even closer."
Rising up slightly, Jinwoo grabbed Mom by the hips and yanked her closer.
"Just like that. Attagirl, good job. See?"
"Mm-hmm, thank you."
When Jinwoo praised her, Mom actually thanked him. Why the hell is she so powerless around him? The question screamed inside my head. Yet every gesture flowed with terrifying ease. It had only been two days, but it looked as though they had shared this kind of twisted intimacy forever.
Then, Jinwoo began his sit-ups.
"One."
"Come here. Give me a kiss."
"Huh? A kiss?"
Smooch.
With each rep, Jinwoo curled his upper body upward, planting a wet kiss directly on Mom's lips as she clung to his calves with her chest pinned against them.
"Two." Smooch.
"Hngh, ah... ahh, gasp..."
Mom suddenly caught her breath with a sharp, ragged gasp.
What is it? What's happening?
Before I could make sense of it, fluid came gushing from her crotch like she was pissing herself.
My heart nearly stopped. As Jinwoo pulled himself up into the sit-up, his toes were digging straight into her pussy.
He had done the first rep normally, but on the second, he had flexed his toes and thrust them right into her cunt.
Another gush of slick wetness spilled out between her legs, and Mom's entire body seized up, her breath hitching completely.
"Three."
"Four."
"Ah-hngh, ah... ahh..."
Mom was clinging desperately to his calves now. Every time Jinwoo's face rose toward hers, she leaned in herself, parting her lips eagerly for his kiss.
"Five."
"Six."
"Ah... ahh, ungh... ah, mmm..."
"Hehehe, fuck, you're amazing, Auntie," Hyunmin snickered from the side.
"Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven."
From seven onward, Jinwoo stopped rising into full sit-ups altogether, focusing solely on grinding and jabbing his toes into Mom's soaking wet slit.
"Ah-hngh! Ah... ahh~ ahh~"
Eventually, Mom buried her burning face into Jinwoo's calves, her hips jerking and bucking uncontrollably.
"Haha, gotta hold on tight, Auntie."
Grabbing her trembling shoulders, Jinwoo lifted and dropped her in rhythm with his thrusting feet.
"Ah... ahh, mmph... ahh..."
"Damn, look at that. Jinwoo's too strong for Auntie's ass to hold down on its own, huh? Let me lend a hand."
Straddling the floor behind her, Hyunmin whipped out his cock and pressed it against Mom's rear. Reaching around her waist with both hands, he grabbed her heavy breasts, kneading and shaking them roughly.
"Haha, yeah, that's it! Spread your legs wider, Auntie. Hyunmin's helping you out, see?"
"Ah, ah... mm-hmm."
Mom spread her thighs wide, straightening her legs as she held on for dear life to Jinwoo's calves. Behind her, Hyunmin prodded her ass with his stiff cock, mauling her breasts and rhythmically swaying his hips to the tempo of Jinwoo's prodding toes.
"Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty."
"Guess that's enough for now?"
Surprisingly, Jinwoo pushed himself up and stood. Reluctant to stop, Hyunmin slowly stood up as well, wearing a disappointed scowl.
A glistening puddle of wetness coated the floor right where Mom had been sitting.
"Auntie, you leaked all over the place. Clean it up."
"O-Oh, okay... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
As Mom moved to stand and fetch some tissues, Jinwoo cut her off.
"Just wipe it with your ass, Auntie."
"With my... ass?"
"What, would you rather mop it up with your tits?"
"N-No... I'll wipe it with my ass."
For a while now, Mom had seemed completely incapable of defying anything Jinwoo told her to do.
Half-crouching awkwardly, she dragged her rear across the wet floor, swiping her butt back and forth to soak up the mess she'd made. As a result, the sheer white leggings were completely saturated, soaking wet from her crotch all the way back over her cheeks.
"Auntie, show us some yoga. Spread your legs and do a yoga pose for us."
"Y-Yes... s-sure."
Mom dropped her face toward the floor and arched her rear high into the air, adopting the classic cat pose.
"Turn your ass this way so we can get a good look."
"M-Mm, like this?"
Mom angled her raised buttocks toward the sofa.
With her rear propped high, the leggings clinging to her wet pussy and ass were completely translucent. Her parted thighs left her damp, glistening inner folds plainly visible through the soaked white cloth, drenched and gaping slightly.
"I-Is this okay?"
Mom asked, turning her head back, only for Hyunmin to lose his patience and haul his hard cock right out of his pants.
"Ah, fuck. That pussy is turning me on so hard."
Catching sight of Hyunmin's shaft, Mom whipped her head around and buried her face back against the floor. Even so, she kept her rear held high in the exact same vulgar posture.
Jinwoo shot Hyunmin a sharp glare, prompting Hyunmin to reluctantly tuck his dick away and sit back down.
Mom pretended she hadn't seen a thing.
Jinwoo grasped Mom's hips with both hands.
"So doing this exercise tightens things up down here, Auntie?"
"Y-Yes, that's right... the glutes, ah-nngh... hah, aah..."
After rubbing her buttocks, Jinwoo spread her cheeks further apart and began gently caressing her pussy over the damp fabric of the leggings.
"Aah... mmm, ahh..."
With her face buried in the floor, Mom could do nothing but let out soft, broken whimpers.
Watching her writhe, Jinwoo glanced back at us with a smug grin.
"It's getting late, so should we head out?"
"Huh? Right now?" Hyunmin clearly didn't want to leave empty-handed.
"Auntie, we're taking off."
"Wh-What? Why? Aren't you boys going to play games in Hojin's room first?"
"Nah, some other time."
"O-Oh, really? Then... will you come tomorrow?"
"Eh, we'll see."
Hearing Mom ask if they'd return tomorrow, the corners of Jinwoo's mouth curled into a sly smirk.
"I-I see. Then boys, shouldn't we say our goodbyes?"
Mom actually stepped closer to Jinwoo, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Nah, we'll just go today. We did it yesterday anyway."
"Wait, we're just leaving?" Hyunmin muttered, still visibly unsatisfied.
"Oh? S-Sure... Then should I give you a kiss on the lips?"
"Nah, I'm good."
When Jinwoo turned down even that, Mom's face flushed bright red in obvious embarrassment.
"O-Okay then, get home safe... Will... will you come tomorrow?"