Making the Family Harmonious (4)
"Ughhh…."
His stepmother started scrubbing again. Clink, clink. The fragile sound of dishes clattering continued.
Seizing the moment, Jeong Ji-un slipped his hand to his belt buckle.
Clink. The metallic scrape blended into the rush of water. He unzipped, yanked down his underwear waistband, and pulled out his cock, already swollen to bursting.
Thwack.
Freed, the shaft throbbed in the open air. Without hesitation, he pressed it against her ass.
"……!"
Her shoulders jerked upward sharply. Of course it felt different from before, through her clothes—the raw heat, the rigid hardness, veins bulging against living flesh.
Just one thin layer of loungewear pants between him and her ass cheeks, rubbing directly now.
So thin her panty lines showed through. Her body heat radiated straight through, unfiltered.
"J-Ji-un… you… you just… took it out…."
"Shh. Keep it down. The girls will hear."
He gripped her hips tight with both hands, pinning her in place so she couldn't flee. Bending his knees slightly to match her height, he began rocking his hips slowly back and forth.
Shhh, swish. Fabric rasped softly.
"Hnnngh…!"
She bit her lip hard, swallowing a moan. His glans slid up her ass crack, then dropped at her tailbone and slid back down.
Her soft cheeks yielded, squishing under his cock's path.
"Haa… ugh… take it away, please… okay…?"
"Just like this for a bit."
I'm losing my mind, for real.
More than the visual, this taboo thrill was melting his brain.
She hadn't given birth to him, but she'd raised him for over a decade—his elegant, refined stepmother, now taking his cock between her ass cheeks.
"Hnnnh…! N-no, this won't do…."
Her words said no, but she wasn't running. Just passively waiting for it to end.
That drives me fucking insane.
He moved bolder now—side to side, up and down. Grinding his glans, kneading her ass flesh like dough.
Swish, shhh.
"Ah, ugh… nnngh…!"
Her knees trembled. Her hands gripped the wall, knuckles whitening.
His palms filled with her narrow waistline.
"Hoo…."
Perfect. Now between her thighs….
He rocked slowly. His cock slid stiffly into the tight gap.
Shhhh….
"Eek…?!"
Her shoulders twitched violently. The hot, rough shaft pressing directly against her inner thighs' tender skin. The pants were so thin, the pressure and heat hit her full force.
"Close your thighs a bit."
"N-no… hnnng…."
"Close them. They're spreading."
His commanding tone tightened his grip on her hips; she reflexively clamped her thighs together.
Squish.
"Nngh…."
He thrust root-deep. His cock buried fully between her thighs, rigid shaft wedged perfectly.
The harder she tensed, the tighter she squeezed him.
He buried his nose in her nape, inhaling. A faint rose scent from her housework sweat.
Slowly back, then forward again.
Thud, thud, creak.
His pubis smacked her ass with dull thumps. Fabric dragged, delicious resistance.
Shhh. Swish. Grind.
Again. Deeper this time.
Swish. Shhhh.
His stepmother hung her head, silently taking it.
"……."
Resistance gone. Her hips, once flinching away, now resigned, rooted in place.
She's accepting it.
He found his rhythm too.
Smack. Smack.
His lower belly slapped her ass; her torso lurched forward each time. She clung to the wall like a lifeline.
"Uh… ughhh…."
He felt it—the spot where his cock rubbed, between her thighs, growing hotter.
Mom's getting turned on too.
Son grinding his cock from behind. Mother feeling every bit.
That fact nearly short-circuited his brain.
He targeted it relentlessly—thrusting between her thighs, tip pressing and rubbing her precious spot.
Squelch… squish….
No illusion. The texture changed. Fabric rasp mixed with subtle wetness.
"Haa… haa… hnnng…!"
He sped his hips.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Practically fucking now. No penetration, but doggy-style in full. His hard shaft plunged, ground, mashed between her thighs.
Like lubed, it glided effortlessly.
She no longer resisted—instead, her ass twitched in sync. Instinct chasing pleasure, not rejection.
He pressed lips to her ear, hot breath blowing as his tongue licked her earlobe.
Slurp.
"Eeeek…!"
Her body arched delicately.
He slammed his hips harder.
Thwack! Squish.
Her ass clenched his groin tight, like refusing to let go.
Impulse surged to yank her pants down and thrust in.
But not yet. Push further, no turning back. Savor this tightrope thrill.
One final, crushing press—shaft buried gapless.
"Hnnnnghhh….."
A long moan escaped her. Her torso collapsed forward. Arms slackened from the wall; her body went limp.
And him—climax building.
He wanted to unload on this elegant stepmother's ass. Defile her. Leave his mark.
Pull back, then slam.
Thwack!
"J-Ji-un… wait…!"
She sensed it, voice urgent. Too late. Orgasm raced up his spine to his brain.
Spurt! Splurt!
Semen sprayed into the narrow space between apron and her thighs.
"Hng…!"
She gulped air. No scream—instead, reflex: hands covered his spurting cock through the apron. No, gripped it.
Keeping cum from spilling or splashing.
Splurt! Spluuurt! Spurt! Splurt! Spurt! Spluuuurt!
His cock pulsed in her palm, apron between, bucking wildly. Each throb made her body twitch too.
"Ugh… uh…."
"Haa… haa…."
Head bowed, she held the pose till he finished.
Drip….
Last drop squeezed, he exhaled raggedly, loosening his hips. Legs shook. Pleasure? Taboo guilt? Unclear.
Silence.
Only sink drips echoed loud.
Drip, drip….
She stayed frozen, apron clutching his cock and 'mess'. Ears burned red as burns.
Apron center soaked translucent. Sticky, opaque fluid pooled inside, trickling down slowly.
"……."
"……."
Silent, he fixed his pants, buckled up.
Clink. Metal broke quiet; she flinched.
Trembling hands undid apron. Skillfully folded, trapping filth inside, no leaks.
Shoved deep in trash. Scared sisters or maid might see in laundry.
"Mom."
"…Y-yeah."
Her shoulders hitched. Mumbled low.
"N-now… you don't need to help with dishes anymore."
Finally turning, forced smile tugged her lips.
"S-so… Mom needs to prep dinner…."
Just handled son's cum by hand, now acting normal, desperate normalcy play.
That sight. That fake effort.
I'm losing it, for real.
Doesn't she know it turns me on more?
"Mom."
"Y-yeah? What's up, Ji-un… go rest…."
He snatched her wrist.
Snap.
"Ah…?"
White hand froze mid-reach for faucet. He grabbed her shoulder, spun her roughly to face him.
Stumble.
"J-Ji-un…!"
Her eyes shook wide. Fear? Panic? Closer to confusion.
Why son's doing this, why family head's doing this—uncomprehending. But still. No resistance.
At least try something.
Her arm tensed briefly, but no shove.
…As expected.
Confirmed, he shoved her against sink edge.
Thud.
"Mom. I'm not done yet."
"Wh-what… it's… all done… earlier… ugh…."
Eyes dropped to floor, mumbling. Face flushed crimson.
"You… got off… right…."
"Do I look satisfied?"
Cold voice. She flinched, looked up.
"N-no…? Th-then… what…."
"Not enough. Far from it."
He jammed knee between her thighs—same spot he'd ground earlier.
"Earlier was just me. You just stood there."
"B-but… I took it… let you dirty me…."
"Not enduring. You enjoyed it."
"N-no! Enjoy? I…!"
She shook head fiercely. Denying the pleasure from son's cock on her ass.
"Liar."
He gripped her chin, lifted.
"Eyes on me."
"Ah, no…."
"Family head's ordering you."
'Family head' froze her shaky gaze. Teary eyes met his.
"Your body's honest, though."
Hand slid down slow—nape, collarbone, to swollen breast curve.
"J-Ji-un… not here…!"
She grabbed his wrist. But no push. Just held, fingers limp.
"Stay still."
Command. Ignoring her hand, palm engulfed full breast.
Squish.
"Hnnk…!"
Overwhelming volume overflowed fingers. Through clothes this much—what bare? Soft, warm flesh molded in his grip.
"See? Heart pounding like this."
"N-no… just startled…."
"Nipples hard too."
Thumb pressed nipple. Pea-sized nub rigid under thin sleep shirt.
"Haaa…!"
She bucked. Sensitive. Ex-magical girl nerves? Or dad's training?
"J-Ji-un… please… girls come down… okay?"
"Won't hear. If you're quiet."
"B-but… this no… touching Mom's breasts…."
"Dad touched them."
Other hand dove to her waistband.
"Dad can, but family head can't?"
"Th-that… he's husband… you're son…."
"Family head."
"Th-that's… force, ughk…!"
Forced, yeah. Knows it, so no hypnosis.
But.
Shhh—
Hand slipped inside pants waistband. Deeper. Deeper.
"Eek?!"
She clutched his arm desperately. Real strength this time.
"No! Not there! Ji-un, snap out! It's Mom!"
"I know. Mom. That's why I'm checking."
Forced deeper—below navel, soft belly, to dark curls.
Soaked. Flooded.
Sticky hot mucus coated fingers. Panties drenched.
"Mom."
"Ugh… d-don't look… don't check…."
"Got wet during dishes, right?"
"No… hng… nooo…."
"Let me confirm."
Fingers through curls, found slit. Already gaping.
Slippery juices wrapped them.
Squelch, squiiish—
"Haaaaah…!"
Her head snapped back.
"See? Gushing like this."
"Hng! Ah! Ah! Don't touch… hnng! Stop…!"
Middle finger found clit—swollen pebble, ready to burst.
Thumb pressed, rubbed.
Grind, grind.
"Heeek…."
Lee So-hee's legs buckled. Gripped his shoulders, flailing not to collapse.
One hand kneading breast, other crushing wet clit.
Crude, violent caress. No foreplay, no mood. Just forced pleasure.
But effective.
"Haaaang! Ah! No! There! Too much…!"
"Feels good? You like it, Mom."
"N-no… hnnng! Hate it! Hnnng! Weird…!"
Her ass twitched. Thighs clamped his hand. Mouth said no, body begged more.
Squelch, squelch, squiiiish—
Fingers faster. Juices so much, lewd sounds echoed kitchen.
"Quiet down. Want sisters hearing?"
"Mmph! Mmmph…!"
She clamped own mouth. Teary, bloodshot eyes over pale hand.
"C-can't hold… Ji-un… please…."
"Don't hold."
"Hnnng… c-coming… gonna cum…!"
Limit reached. She'd been on edge since mock-doggy. This just cracked the dam.
Breast hand down, pressed lower belly hard—uterus pressure, flicked clit sharp.
Flick!
"Hiiiik──?!"
Her eyes rolled back. Muffled scream leaked.
"Cum."
"C-cumming! Cumming! Hnnng! Ah! Aaaaah──!"
Thighs spasmed on his arm; slit pulsed, squirting juices.
Sploosh, spluuuush—
Palm drenched hot. Piss? Cum? Indistinguishable flood.
"Haaaang… ughhh… hnn…."
Sink hand slipped; she slid to floor with a splat.
On cold kitchen tiles, panting ragged.
Pants soaked mess; shirt hiked, white belly exposed. Sweaty hair stuck to face.
"Haa… haa… haa…."
He looked down.
Rubbed sticky fluid between thumb, finger. Slippery, musky. Stepmom's scent. Perfect lady's fall.
Things would get closer with Mom from now on.