The Daughter Who Got Excited Watching Her Mother Being Taken [Mother's Sex Is Beautiful][2]
"Hwaaang...! Haaeung...! Heung...! Hwaaeuung...! It feels so good...! Heuuuung...!"
Rock...! Rock...! Rock...! Sway...! Rock...!
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Schlick...! Squish...! Schlick...! Squish...! Squelch...! Plap...!
Kim Min-jung closed her eyes. Then she worked her hips with everything she had. Her husband's enormous cock was buried deep inside her body, and she was tasting that massive thing with the pure, desperate hunger of a true female in heat. The embrace of her husband had burned away every last scrap of guilt, and now she was simply enjoying the sex in all its beauty.
"Heuuuut...! Kkeuuuut...! Kheuh...!"
Sliiiide...!
The wet, rolling motion of his MILF wife's lower body registered against every hypersensitive nerve ending along Geum Tae-yang's cock. He tipped his head back. Physically speaking, the position Min-jung had taken out of bashfulness actually suited him better — this was still the stage for smooth, controlled thrusting. But his wife, drunk on happiness, was moving her hips of her own free will, and the husband who had invited that motion had no choice but to take full responsibility for it.
Geum Tae-yang... who the hell are you...? Your name is literally Geum Tae-yang... You're a harem man...! Satisfy the ajumma already, damn it...!!
Grit...!
His first wife, Kim Min-jung, had just achieved yet another sexual awakening. As the husband holding her, Geum Tae-yang could not possibly keep looking this pathetic. He was a male who wanted to give Kim Min-jung everything he had. So he clenched his teeth and steeled his will.
"Kheuuuuuut!!! Incredible!! Heuuuut!! This is exactly the kind of wet, filthy heat our Min-jung ajumma is made for!! Teuheuuuuu!!"
Squeeze! Grip!
What Tae-yang did next was seize the golden hips of Kim Min-jung — hips that had begun thrashing like a wild filly — and lock them down hard. Then, almost as if he were goading her further, though the words were really more for himself than for her, he started advertising exactly what kind of female was currently impaled on his cock.
"In that case! In that case a husband has an absolute duty to answer her! Like this! Like this — by thoroughly enjoying the pussy of the wife he loves!!!"
Rock!! Rock!! Rock!! Rock!! Rock!! Rock!!
Schlick! Thrust! Squish! Schlick! Thrust! Thrust! Schlick! Plap! Thrust! Thrust!
Coming from Geum Tae-yang, who normally spoke only gentle words to Kim Min-jung, it was a brazen provocation. But it was not empty talk. Without the slightest hesitation he began to fuck her properly. Of course it was not ordinary fucking. The tempo had jumped past the previous pace — this was Geum Tae-yang's genuine, full-power thrusting. This was a husband's stern answer to the wife who had dared to twerk against a husband already struggling to hold on.
"Teuheuuuut!!! This ass of my wife is unreal...! This pussy is insanely delicious...! Heut! If I can't hold the urge to cum, I just cum and get hard again, right?! Taste her all day long like that and we're good, right?! Keuheuuuut!!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Schlick! Squish! Thrust! Thrust! Squelch! Schlick! Schlick! Thrust!
It was not only the tempo that had changed. Tae-yang's lower body was driving with his full weight behind it. Every time his groin kissed Min-jung's ass, he delivered a perfectly timed impact. The so-called stop-and-thrust technique — and from the place where their bodies joined, spectacular wet smacks exploded outward. It was like tying someone to a tree and spanking them with a water-filled paddle. The screams of Kim Min-jung's outrageously generous ass said everything.
"Kheuheung! Heung! Heuheuuung! Heuuung! Heuheuheuuung!!"
Sliiiide...!
Her husband's weight-loaded thrusts were driving straight through her vaginal canal. That mass of force ironed every fold of her inner walls flat. On top of that, the impact at the finish of each stroke battered her womb. The layered harmony of it all was so overwhelming that Min-jung felt the pressure point at the crown of her head blow open. Her husband's love. Her husband's grace. Kim Min-jung howled. Her waist arched into a perfect bow, and the eyes she had kept shut flew open until almost nothing but the whites remained.
"They're dancing! Kheuuuut!! Our Min-jung ajumma's tits are dancing in time with my lovemaking, kheuuut!! Dancing so damn cutely!! Teuheuut!!"
"I love you, ajumma!! For showing me a scene like this, I really love you!! Heuuuuuut!!"
Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥
Tae-yang's weighted thrusting produced all kinds of new motion. Before, Min-jung's breasts had simply swung forward and back; now they were tracing little circles. That performance kept flickering into Tae-yang's field of view, and the mischievous husband made a point of calling it out and savoring it.
"Hehaaeung! Haeung! Heuuuung! Heungat! Heuuuuung!"
Creak! Creak! Sway! Sway! Creak! Creak! Creak!
The coupling was that violent. It was not only the two pleasure-soaked beasts who were suffering — the living-room sofa of the bunker that had to bear them was going berserk as well. Most of the bunker's furnishings were currently serving as practice material for Park A-young's alchemy magic, so the sofa had already been reinforced. Even that reinforced sofa, however, could barely endure the sexual physiques of two beasts who possessed awakening abilities, and it creaked in pure misery.
Drip...! Trickle...! Drip...! Trickle...!
Spurt!... Squirt!... Brrrrr... Spurt!
Sacred fluids were raining down onto that sofa. The body fluids of the ancient goddess Kim Min-jung, currently melting the cock of a half-man, half-beast monster — sweat pouring like broth and love juices bursting out like a faucet left wide open. Kim Min-jung's entire body was steeped in pleasure.
"Kheuuuut!! Our ajumma is feeling it!! My beloved wife is happy from her husband's love!! Teuheuuuut!!"
"Heuheuuuut! Good!! Kheuh! Our Min-jung ajumma likes it, so I like it too!! Heuuuuuut!!"
Schlick! Squish! Schlick! Schlick! Plap! Schlick! Thrust! Schlick! Schlick!
A considerable portion of Geum Tae-yang's pleasure came from the sense of achievement. When he managed to care for the shy Kim Min-jung and the wounded, tsundere Park A-young and then watched them transform dramatically, he truly lost his mind. Perhaps that was exactly why his growth engine was the Savior. This moment was no different. The Kim Min-jung who had once been speechless and helpless had changed into a woman actively opening a conversation with her body. And because he had answered that conversation with equal passion, she was now releasing broth-thick fluids and love juices in filthy abundance, reveling in the joy of being female. Drunk on the exhilaration of his own actions, Tae-yang only fucked her harder.
"Heuheung! Heung! Heuuuung!! I love it...! Haeuuuung! Making love with our Tae-yang feels so good...! Heuuuuung!"
Slaaap!
Rock!! Rock!! Rock! Sway!! Sway!! Rock!! Sway!!
Kim Min-jung was the same. A life made one with her husband — that was her true pleasure point. Right now she was overwhelmingly happy. To express that happiness she took an even bolder posture, lifting her upper body higher and presenting her chest fully to the front.
Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥ Bounce!♥
Driiiip...! Spurt...! Fwoooosh...! Driiiip...! Spurt...!
Even with her daughter Park A-young watching from directly in front of her, Kim Min-jung arched her waist hard and put that vast expanse of cleavage on full display. Then she set her 75J giant dairy-cow tits to a joyous, rolling bounce. And because her upper body had risen like that, the lower pussy where Geum Tae-yang's cock was buried was put completely on show. From that pussy, love juices kept bursting out in a continuous stream — like a faucet cranked wide open — all so she could properly receive her husband's massive cock. A mother's sex. This was what sex looked like when the mother possessed an alpha-female body.
"Heuuuup...! Heuup...!"
Watching Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung's fucking begin in earnest, watching her mother's lush, mature sex unfold right in front of her, Park A-young's face flushed hot and she started gasping for breath again and again. Humanly speaking, it had become impossible to maintain a poker face any longer — the entire living room was saturated with the sexual energy of these two beastly man and woman.
The male I love most... and the mother I love most... are having sex right in front of me... like animals... whispering love to each other...
And Park A-young was a genius, after all. Geniuses, once something hooks them, have a habit of digging into it at an abnormal depth and savoring every last flavor. Having already spent her first night with Geum Tae-yang and thoroughly discarded every pre-apocalypse ethical standard, she began analyzing and enjoying the whole psychological and physical spectacle the way one might slowly appreciate the mating of animals — not through right and wrong, but through pure sensory immersion.
"Can you feel it, ajumma...??? Keuheuuuut!! A-young's gaze watching our sex...?? That look of pure curiosity standing at full attention, those eyes and that breathing soaked in excitement...? Teuheut! Heuheuuuut!!!"
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
Squelch! Plap! Plap! Thrust! Schlick! Thrust! Plap! Thrust!
Geum Tae-yang had become a maestro. A maestro conducting two alpha females. In this bunker living room he seemed to hold every thread between Kim Min-jung, the member of his orchestra, and Park A-young, the audience, completely in his grasp. By reading every minute change in his audience and feeding it back, he was injecting the next direction of his conducting into Kim Min-jung, the concertmaster already lost in Maestro Geum Tae-yang's baton.
"Keuheuut!! Ajumma, grab my forearm with your left arm!!!"
That was right. Geum Tae-yang was never a man who conducted with his mouth alone. He was a man who stepped out front and performed himself.
"Heuheuuung!! Heuung! Heuheuuuung! Keuheuuung!!"
Squeeze...!!!
Kim Min-jung's mind was completely gone, helpless inside the dual melody of taboo and pleasure. But she was a female thoroughly marinated in the male named Geum Tae-yang. The moment her beloved male's voice reached her, she interpreted his intent with uncanny precision and obeyed. Kim Min-jung wrapped her left hand around Geum Tae-yang's triceps.
"Kheuuuuu!!! These tits! These tits of the ajumma, bouncing so lewd and pretty right in front of her own daughter!!!"
"No matter what anyone says, our ajumma's sex symbol is these tits!!!! Heuuuuuut!!"
Grab!!!
"Haeuuuuuuuut!!!"
That brought Geum Tae-yang's and Kim Min-jung's upper bodies even closer, and in particular put Min-jung's breasts on even more naked frontal display. At the same time, Tae-yang's left hand was freed for more active work. He used that left hand to seize Min-jung's massive left breast. In other words, right in front of her daughter Park A-young, Geum Tae-yang had conquered the very symbol of Kim Min-jung's femininity — those 75J-cup tits.