Lewd Mother and Daughter on Display at the Mart
The moment we arrived at the mart, Mom and Dohee drew stares like magnets. Their looks alone would have turned heads on any ordinary day—but today, dressed the way they were, the attention was downright shameless.
Men who'd come with girlfriends or wives kept getting scolded for ogling them. It was happening about once a minute.
"Sweetie~ What do you feel like eating?"
Mom pushed the cart a few steps ahead of us, swaying her hips with deliberate, showy little rolls. Every time those hips swung left or right, her unprotected cheeks gave a soft jiggle that looked less like a married woman out shopping and more like a streetwalker working the sidewalk for clients.
I swallowed the urge to grab those ass cheeks right then and there and answered,
"Dunno. We're gonna need our strength, so… meat."
"Hehe. Got it🤍"
She caught the meaning instantly. A faintly lewd smile curved her lips as she headed straight for the butcher counter.
"W-Welcome!!"
The second we stepped up to look at the cuts, a clerk came hustling out. He looked a few years older than me—the kind of guy who wouldn't even glance your way until a customer spoke first. Yet the moment Mom approached, he was already on the move.
Look at this bastard drooling.
He stared at her openly while she browsed, eyes dragging over every curve. Normally it would have pissed me off, but today we were here specifically to show off my bitches, so I let the pure looking slide.
"Hmm~ How much is this one?"
"One moment, please!"
The second she addressed him he snapped to attention, practically vibrating with energy as he launched into a passionate explanation of the meat. To anyone else he might have looked like a model employee. To me it was painfully obvious where his gaze kept landing—Mom's chest and ass.
Instead of irritation I felt a clean, masculine superiority. He could stare all he wanted. The female standing right in front of him would never belong to another man. Body and mind, she was already completely broken in—my personal bitch of a mother.
"A little pricey, isn't it?"
Mom and I were perfectly in sync; she knew exactly how I was feeling. Even while listening to the clerk she kept checking my face, and the moment I gave a small nod she started working her body harder.
"How much is this one?🤍"
"Th-That one's—!"
With my silent permission she pushed her hips farther back and bent lower, pointing at a cut on the bottom shelf so the deep valley of her cleavage was presented right under his nose. The sight of those massive tits and that shadowed cleavage reduced the clerk to stammering while he stared without even pretending to hide it.
"Couldn't you knock a little off?🤍"
"I-I'll give you a discount!!"
We didn't need a discount. This wasn't a street market and the meat wasn't even that expensive—but the man was already drowning in Mom's sultry charm. He slapped on a price tag at nearly half off, threw in extra cuts for free, and handed the package over like a man possessed.
"Thank you~🤍"
"Thank you so much!!"
As a final little service Mom pressed her arms together, squishing her breasts into a perfect offering for him. The clerk bowed in gratitude—and a thin stream of blood ran from his nose. We walked off without a second glance. Someone yelled behind us and the clerk started apologizing frantically, but none of it was our problem.
"Men are seriously so childish… why do they always…"
"What? Showing off my bitches isn't a crime. That clerk looked pretty happy about it."
Dohee had watched the whole exchange. She finally seemed to realize why I'd dressed them like this and dragged them out today; a faint scowl crossed her face.
Dohee was used to sexual stares—especially at track meets, where her striking face, her body, and a sports bra that still couldn't hide at least C-cup tits under those skimpy racing outfits drew plenty of male attention. She had always found it personally unpleasant.
Before, those looks had been forced on her. Today she was here to invite them on purpose.
"You don't like it, Dohee?"
"Euh!🤍 W-Wait, not here—🤍"
I draped an arm over her shoulder and casually let my hand settle on her breast. We kept the posture of two people casually browsing shelves while Mom, quick on the uptake, positioned herself to block the view. No one noticed—but being groped out in the open where people were walking around still left Dohee flustered and visibly turned on.
"Wonder what this hard little thing is~"
"Hnnngh🤍 Okay… I don't hate it…🤍"
Even through the white sports bra I could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples. She was already getting wet.
"Today you're here as my bitch, so you'd better show yourself off properly. Let everyone know this pretty little bitch is mine. Got it?"
"Y-Yeah… got it…🤍"
She'd been prickly a second ago, but Dohee was easy. She accepted it almost at once and started walking with her chest out. Watching Mom and Dohee stroll side by side from behind was a treat—two firm, juicy asses on full display. Dohee's leggings in particular traced every perfect contour, making her figure even more outrageous. Every man nearby stole at least one heated glance.
Satisfied, I caught up and gave them a quiet order. Mom's lips curved in a wicked little smile like she was already having fun. Dohee flushed with embarrassment but still nodded.
We headed for the electronics and gaming section—where the ratio of men was naturally higher. A few guys who'd been trailing Mom and Dohee like hypnotized dogs were already lingering nearby, so the space around us was almost entirely male.
Mom felt those hungry stares and lightly dragged her tongue across her lower lip, clearly aroused. Dohee, as if showing off on purpose, crossed her arms under her chest to push her tits up even higher. The men stopped pretending and simply stared.
Then, as if something on the lower shelf had suddenly caught their interest, mother and daughter bent forward at the exact same time.
"Ooooh…"
The move shoved those two plump asses into even sharper relief and set every cock in the aisle twitching. A pair of big, firm peaches—one gray, one white—filled the men's vision completely. Mom and Dohee gave their hips a little wiggle, bumping them together, stoking the lust higher. A few guys whose patience had already snapped began drifting closer.
That should be enough of a free show.
I stepped in and rested my hands right at the base of their spines—close enough that it looked like I was cupping their asses. Shock flickered across the other men's faces. Ignoring them, I slowly dragged my palms upward, stroking the length of their backs.
Neither Mom nor Dohee pulled away. They simply accepted the touch.
"Let's go."
"Mm🤍"
"Okay…🤍"
They straightened at my word and naturally settled under my arms so that one hand rested on each of their shoulders. The message was unmistakable: these bitches are mine. The moment any of the men met my eyes they looked away—pure animal instinct in the presence of a stronger male. Basking in their envy and resentment, I took my women home.
"Haaah🤍 Haaah🤍 Son…🤍"
The second we stepped inside, Mom and Dohee turned to me with flushed, desperate faces. All those male stares at the mart had left them naturally aroused as females. And now the strongest male among them—their owner—was right here beside them. They couldn't calm down.
"I'll wash up with Mom first. Dohee, wait in your room."
"Got it."
"Hurry, son~🤍"
Thrilled to be chosen first, Mom seized my hand and practically dragged me toward the bathroom. Any pretense of acting like strangers had evaporated; she rubbed those huge tits against my arm the whole way, purring and putting on a full seductive act.
"Mmmp🤍 Chuuup🤍 Haahn🤍 Son, hurry…🤍"
The door had barely closed before she was deep-kissing me, yanking the dress off so she stood there in nothing but nipple patches, begging to be taken.
"Dohee's waiting, so let's make this quick."
I peeled the patches off and fucked her right there on her feet, bent over from behind.
"Ahnnngh🤍 Ahhhhn🤍 Aaahnnn🤍"
She was so wound up that in under twenty minutes she collapsed half-unconscious against the bathroom wall. I cleaned up just enough and headed for Dohee.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Oppa, hurry…🤍🤍"
When I opened her door she was already naked on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried in herself. Determined not to waste even a second of foreplay, she'd soaked the sheets. I walked over, lined up my throbbing cock, and shoved it straight in.
"Ooooooooohhh🤍🤍"
The worthless little cunt came the instant I bottomed out, eyes already rolling. I didn't care. I used her like a fleshlight until I was satisfied, then walked back out and returned to the bathroom.
"Oh my—son, you're back already?🤍"
Mom had managed to get up again, looking so filthy I ended up fucking her a second time. Only late that evening did we finally eat dinner. Everyone went to bed thoroughly satisfied.
I really hope this kind of life just keeps going…