Three Watching Porn Together
Life with Mom and Dohee was always thrilling, soaked in a perverse thrill nothing else could touch. We weren’t blood, but the fact that they were my mother and little sister never changed. Taking women like that as my slaves and fucking them delivered a taboo rush no ordinary conquest could match.
Especially fucking Mom right in front of Dohee, or Dohee right in front of Mom—that always hit harder. Both of them pretended not to notice while watching family get violated, and the sight fed them a brand-new kind of stimulation too. Mom seemed to like it a lot; whenever I was taking Dohee she often hovered nearby, watching us.
We were living drowned in that taboo pleasure when a new opportunity dropped into my lap.
"Mom… I’m going to be late today…"
During breakfast as usual, Seohee told Mom she’d be home late. She was late sometimes, so it wasn’t anything special.
"Really? How late?"
"Around one… I’ll be back then."
"One in the morning?"
Mom stared at Seohee with startled eyes. Even when Seohee stayed out late she was usually home by evening; the idea of her coming back at dawn made Mom hesitate.
"It’s fine, isn’t it? Seohee’s not a little kid anymore."
"Yeah… I’m… not a kid."
"All right. Just get home as early as you can."
"Okay…"
I cut in, and Mom gave permission. Seohee rarely told us what she was up to, but she never caused real trouble, so Mom trusted her and didn’t press.
I finished breakfast quietly, smiling darkly to myself at the thought of what I was going to do today, eyes sliding over Mom and Dohee.
I sent the text to Mom and Dohee, then worked from home, waiting for them and smiling at what the evening would bring.
"I’m home."
"I’m back."
Around three they returned. Both had come home earlier than usual, an indirect sign they were looking forward to today too. They always held back a little because of Seohee, but with her gone they were already imagining what I might do, faces faintly flushed with excitement.
"Welcome back. Pretty hot today, huh?"
"Y-yeah, it is."
"Mm…"
"Since it’s hot, we should dress light, right?"
"Yeah… it’s hot, so… underwear only would be nice🤍"
At my words Mom immediately suggested we strip down to underwear, and Dohee, clearly turned on, blushed and nodded.
They each went to their rooms. I stripped too, left only in my briefs, and waited for them in the living room.
"How do I look, son?🤍"
Mom came out first, wearing seductive lingerie that practically begged me to stare. Black garter belt, lace-trimmed sheer T-back that let her pussy hair show clearly. The bra was split down the middle so her nipples would have been completely bare if not for the thin ribbons tied in bows over them.
"Looks amazing on you, Mom."
I squeezed hard.
"Hnnngh🤍🤍🤍"
Mom turned her back, presenting her ass, and I groped it like it was the most natural thing in the world, savoring the feel. I touched that ass almost every day and it still felt incredible every time. Biggest of the three mother-and-daughters, it flaunted pure female appeal. Even the slightest movement made it jiggle, a different kind of temptation from her tits.
"I-I’m here."
While I was still playing with Mom’s ass, Dohee stepped into the living room. I kept casually kneading that soft flesh as I turned to look at her. Dohee glanced away, still a little embarrassed at the sight of me toying with Mom’s ass, but her outfit was every bit as filthy as Mom’s.
Dohee’s tanned copper skin and athletic build made her the firmest of the family. Just enough muscle to look like a model, and tits that rivaled Mom’s, showing off pure female curves.
The lingerie she wore was wildly slutty despite her shy attitude—beige and completely see-through, so her nipples and pussy were both crystal clear. It barely counted as underwear; it was pure cock-bait, the kind a bitch wears only to seduce a male.
Even more provocative than usual. Probably because she was conscious of Mom.
"Looks great on you too, Dohee. Come here."
"Okay🤍"
Mom sat beside me and watched Dohee with open interest. Showing Mom something this blatantly slutty was a first for Dohee; the taboo of it was clearly getting her hot.
Hmm. Still a little shy, huh.
Dohee’s panties were already damp with excitement, but her nipples stayed shyly hidden, probably from nerves.
"I found something fun last time. Let’s watch it together. Sit."
"Okay."
She sat on my other side, body trembling slightly. Flanked by two women any man would envy, I felt a deep sense of conquest as I put a movie on the TV. Not just any movie—something extremely hardcore. A girl discovering her masochistic side, falling for her stepbrother, finally crossing the line and becoming his slave.
Basically porn. Too extreme for theaters, released only on VOD for a niche audience.
Hearing the premise, Dohee flinched, looking even more aroused.
As the movie started, Mom watched with interest while Dohee sank into the story that mirrored her own.
I slid my hand onto Dohee’s shoulder while she was focused, then grabbed her tit.
She twitched in surprise but pushed her chest out a little more, making it easier for me to fondle her.
Soft, springy flesh. A bit firmer than Mom’s, bouncing right back no matter how hard I squeezed.
"Hnn🤍 ungh🤍 mmmh🤍"
Properly turned on now, Dohee’s nipples finally came out, stiff and begging to be touched.
I pinched one.
"Hnnnnngh🤍🤍"
She couldn’t hold the moan in. Watching her daughter’s lewd display, Mom got excited too; she draped my free hand over her own shoulder and whispered in my ear, asking me to touch her the same way.
I played with Mom’s tits just like she wanted. My cock was fully hard, straining against my briefs like it wanted to tear through.
Both of them knew they were being treated like toys and still pretended not to notice, just soaking up my hands. That made it even hotter. Soon I’d be fucking them together properly, and this little game of pretending would end—but until then I was going to savor every drop of this taboo while I played with Mom and Dohee.
I yanked the ribbon free.
"Hggghhhnngh🤍 ah!🤍"
Mom’s stiff nipple popped free. I pinched it hard and she threw her head back, body jerking as my fingers violated her. Being sexually used by her son right in front of her daughter only made Mom hotter; she came lightly right there.
"Haaah🤍 haaah🤍"
Dohee had never seen Mom orgasm this close before. The sight pushed her over too—she came right after Mom. She tried to muffle herself with her hand, but her body kept twitching and the thick scent of female juice filled the air. No hiding it.
While I kept toying with them, Mom reached into my briefs.
"Mommy’ll take it out for you🤍"
With a filthy smile and a whisper in my ear, she expertly stroked my cock up and down. Completely open for Dohee to see. Dohee watched Mom jack me off with open envy, then steeled herself, slipped her own hand into my briefs, and started stroking too. Mom had been watching the TV; when she felt Dohee’s hand she paused for a second, then took Dohee’s hand and guided it, teaching her how to stroke me properly while they jerked me off together.
"Nngh…"
"🤍🤍"
"🤍🤍"
When I came under their hands they both smiled in satisfaction, then spread their legs to show me their soaked panties, making it clear how badly they wanted me to fuck them.
"Whew~ I’m gonna take a shower."
"Huh? Okay…"
"……"
They looked disappointed when I got up to shower. I wanted to fuck them right then too, but that would ruin the plan I’d set for today, so I forced myself to endure and came back clean.
"Mom, we need to go to the supermarket today, right?"
"Hmm? Yeah."
"Then let’s go together. You too, Dohee."
"Okay~"
Mom was still sulking about not getting fucked, but she obeyed without complaint. I texted them both exactly what to wear. They read the messages, smiled lewdly with excitement, and came out dressed as ordered.
Mom wore a tight gray bodycon dress—classic milf look. The special touch: no underwear at all, just the heart-shaped nipple patches she’d worn on our date. Her figure was on full display, pure male bait.
"Looks great on you, Mom. You too, Dohee—really suits you."
"Thanks, son🤍"
"Thanks🤍"
Dohee wore white leggings and a sports bra, plenty of skin showing, a completely different kind of appeal from Mom. The leggings clung so tight you could see the cameltoe if you looked closely—clear proof she wasn’t wearing panties either.
Satisfied with the two of them looking half-embarrassed and half-aroused, I took them both to the supermarket.