Department Store (1)
The moment I opened my eyes that morning, my daughter's naked body was right there, lying on her side and facing me. We were turned toward each other like a pair of newlyweds — and we weren't wearing a single thread.
"Hieek...!"
My heart nearly dropped out of my chest. If I hadn't remembered what happened last night... I probably would have thrown open the veranda door and jumped.
"Mmh..."
I hadn't even made that much noise, but Jia must have felt me stir. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her arms high above her head, and then —
"Mmhheheheh~!!!"
— stared straight at me with those wide, sparkling eyes.
"Sleep well, honey?"
"Y-you...! Yang Jia, you...!!!"
My voice shot up first thing in the morning as I watched my daughter, who just had to start teasing me when we should have been keeping quiet.
"Heeek!!!"
Jia tore around the room without a scrap of clothing on her, looking like she couldn't possibly be happier. Every step she took threw her wide hips into sharp relief, her ass and thighs bouncing and rolling in a display so provocative it bordered on indecent.
"Hehe... You came that much last night and you already want to go again?"
She stroked her womb with a sultry look on her face, licking her lips, and my voice climbed even higher.
"You...! There's nothing you won't do to your own dad anymore...!!!"
Well... I supposed I was glad things had somehow worked out in the end...?
"Hah... It's hard again."
That is, if you ignored the fact that I'd gone into heat first thing in the morning thanks to a certain someone, and that it had taken everything I had just to calm myself down.
"Mmm~ So good!"
Father and daughter sat down to breakfast together for the first time in quite a while, lingering over the meal.
"This... this is never happening again, you hear me...?"
Maybe it was because he'd passed out in the middle of last night's session... Jeon Hanbyul, the married man, laid down the law with a faintly embarrassed look, as if he thought he'd shown her a weak side of himself.
"Hehe~ Pathetic little dick..."
"Huh? What was that?"
"Ah... nothing!"
"Ahem. Don't dodge the question."
"Euhng~?"
Jia refused to give him a straight answer, but from now on he was going to shut this kind of thing down at the source. So it didn't really matter whether he heard her or not.
"Oh, but Dad — are you gonna buy a swimsuit?"
"Hmm... Since we're going on a beach trip anyway, it wouldn't hurt to pick one up, right?"
Gulp.
I heard that, Jia. The sound was so blatantly, nakedly obvious that any desire I had to buy a swimsuit vanished on the spot.
"Ah... Want me to pick one out for you...?"
"I'm fine. It's not like Dad's a little kid."
"Aaaaang~ I'm picking it out for you!"
Hearing his daughter's baby-talk made his lips twitch so hard he could barely keep them still. Jia seemed to realize her charm was working, because she stood up, planted herself on his lap, and wrapped both arms around his neck so he couldn't escape.
"Nngh... W-why are you doing this, Jia..."
Then she put her lips to his ear.
She started out syrupy and clinging. Then her voice went flat — so empty of feeling it made his skin crawl — and Hanbyul found himself nodding before he even realized it.
"Heheh...♡ Okay, then I'll pick one out for you later!"
I don't know if this is right...
Ever since last night, it felt like he was being wound tighter and tighter around Jia's finger. Just his imagination... right?
"Over here~!!!"
"Kyaa~ Iseul~!!!"
Even though they'd seen each other just the day before, Iseul and Jia took off running toward each other from a distance, as if they hadn't met in ages. They were in the full bloom of their youth — just standing side by side, the two of them made a picture pretty enough to frame.
Iseul had gone for an innocent look: a dark-toned miniskirt paired with a tight white tee that made her slender figure stand out even more. Jia, her best friend, had dressed with a slightly haughtier edge. The jeans she wore made her child-bearing pelvis and those long, long legs look especially lewd, but the simple white tee somehow pulled the whole look together.
While the two of them were laughing and swaying and having the time of their lives, a faintly pink current was stirring somewhere else entirely.
"Hi, Hanbyul...?"
"J-Jiwoo-noona..."
Baek Jiwoo's figure, poured into that apricot milf outfit, was nothing short of outrageous. Her already lush, thick body was on even more blatant display, the kind of sight that dragged every filthy male desire up to the surface. With every step, her breasts bounced and her ass-line twitched and rolled.
"..."
Thank god he'd worn shorts. If he'd shown up in a loose tank top like yesterday, his cock would have been standing at full attention from the very first greeting. That was how obscenely sexual Jiwoo-noona's body was.
The four of us gathered in front of Mo-nyeo Deopbap first thing in the morning, rushing to make it to the department store downtown.
"Huh? But noona, why is your shirt..."
The truth was, before we'd even met up, we'd all agreed to coordinate in white tops... and Jiwoo-noona was the only one in apricot.
"Ah... th-that's..."
Baek Jiwoo scratched her cheek with a faintly awkward look. As if to speak for her, Iseul reached around from behind, grabbed a handful of her mother's breasts, and answered in her place.
"She said they were too tight on her chest, so she wore the least stressful thing she could find~♡"
"Wow..."
Baek Jiwoo was carrying a pair of milk tanks that exceeded every standard size, and no matter what she put on, it clung too tight and turned into something lewd. It was a private little hardship of hers.
"..."
Jia looked at Jiwoo's breasts, then down at her own, suddenly and needlessly conscious of her father Hanbyul's gaze.
"R-right..! I-I see! Well! Let's get going, then!"
Too close to bother driving, a little too far to walk — the four of them settled on public transit. They clustered together and climbed aboard the bus.
Rush hour had already passed, but the bus was still packed nearly full. The two relatively slim girls slipped on without much trouble... but it was a different story for Jiwoo, the married woman.
Before he knew it, Hanbyul was looking at their two daughters standing far off at the other end of the bus, and trying to soothe a visibly deflated Jiwoo.
"It's okay. It's hot out anyway — this might actually be better. At least the AC is running."
"Y-yeah..."
And so the bus pulled out with Jia and Iseul in the back, and Jiwoo and Hanbyul up front.
"Hanbyul, what are the... the kids doing?"
Jiwoo-noona had her back to them and couldn't see. He rose up on his toes in her place and checked on their two daughters. Whatever had them so happy, the girls were huddled over a phone, giggling.
"They're looking at their phones and laughing."
"Oh, are they?"
A parent's heart, always going to their children first no matter where they were.
Just when it seemed like the ride would pass without incident, the bus slammed on its brakes and lurched to a sudden stop. Every passenger on board pitched in the same direction.
"Mmph!"
Jiwoo-noona's breasts crushed into his face.
"Oh my, I'm sorry, Hanbyul..."
More passengers pushed on, and a bus that had already been full was now packed to bursting.
"I-it's okay..."
"You're sure you're okay?"
No, I'm not...
The situation was bad. The faint excitement that had started the moment he saw Jiwoo-noona had, with that last bit of contact, burst into full flame. In other words, his heat had begun.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
A long, heavy press from behind.
"Sorry about that."
The passenger at his back shoved in, crushing him even tighter against Jiwoo-noona's body. And in that instant —
"Nnhh~?"
— he couldn't hold it anymore. His cock, already standing stiff, jabbed into the underside of her ass. Neither of them said a word, and after a moment he decided she might not have noticed, so he started to move. Slowly.
A grinding press. Then another. Then another.
He was holding the overhead strap with both hands, using his arms to hide his face so Jiwoo-noona wouldn't see what he was thinking while he moved against her. Maybe he felt safer, telling himself his lust was hidden. He rose up on his toes and began rubbing his cockhead, little by little, against Jiwoo-noona's pussy.
"Khnn...♡"
The squeeze of her thighs and the way her thick pussy lips wrapped around his cockhead came through even with their pants still on, and his movements only grew bolder. He snuck a look at her face. Her long white hair had fallen across her eyes, blocking her vision. Her skin was so pale that the flush burning across it looked almost obscene.
Maybe it was seeing her like that... but he decided he didn't need to hide his face anymore. He let go of the strap — and set his hand directly on the rise of Jiwoo-noona's pubic bone.
"Hyaaah...♡♡♡"
She snapped her hips hard and came, just a little. He didn't stop there. He widened his claim inch by inch, until he had her ass locked in both hands and her whole body pulled flush against him.
"Haa... haa..."
If he'd been in his right mind, he never would have done any of this. But the heat had gotten so bad he couldn't think straight — he just let his body follow the hunger. He started thrusting against Jiwoo-noona's pussy all over again... and because he was gripping her ass, his hips moved that much more easily, so he picked up the pace.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
The only thing they hadn't done was take their clothes off. To anyone looking, it was the next best thing to actual sex. The motion that had started slow grew faster, then faster still, until he was slamming his cock against Jiwoo's pussy like a dog in heat, panting with a vulgar, mindless hunger.
"Haa... hahk..."
"Nnhh...♡ Nnnnngh...♡"
He was already long past the point of no return, and he didn't stop. For reasons he couldn't have named, he called out to her.
"N-noona..."
Baek Jiwoo lowered her head through a sway of long white hair and looked at him. And then — he said something the real him never would have said, while his hands sank into her vulgar tits like he meant to tear them apart.
"N-noona... my cock feels so weeird...♡"
Right in front of him, her nipples stood stiff and jutting. With the same hand that had been gripping her ass, he seized those lewdly swollen milk tanks as if he meant to rip them off. He'd never imagined one hand could hold them — they were so huge the flesh spilled out between his fingers.
"Nngoooh...♡♡♡"
Maybe it was the sudden shock of it. She pursed her lips and her pelvis shook violently, her vulgar body trembling so hard through her climax that the undersides of her breasts sloshed heavily with every spasm.
And in the middle of that climax, a voice came from behind them.
"Mom! We have to get off!"
It was Iseul. Only then did their little secret deviation come to an end.
"Nngh... O-okay... Sweetie, we'll g-get off riiight now...♡♡♡"
Leaving behind Baek Jiwoo's panting voice as she tried, somehow, to hold on to her dignity as a mother... the four of them's department store expedition began.