Geum Tae-yang Frenzies Over the Mother-Daughter Happiness of Kim Min-jung and Park A-young, Unleashing His Signature Position [A Mother's Sex Is Beautiful][2]
Oh my god, what do I do...!!!! Tae-yang!! Tae-yang just grabbed Mom's breasts like that!!!!!
Park A-young went wild over the sex performance unfolding between Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung. She didn't scream out loud, but her expression and the shape of her hands already said everything.
In the middle of doggy-style, the woman had snatched the man's arm, and the man whose arm was caught had slightly lifted her upper body and seized her breasts—that was the composition. Of course, looking at it alone, it was common enough that you could dismiss it as ordinary. But inside the mind of Park A-young, who had grown up drinking Kim Min-jung's breast milk, the meaning of her mother's enormous breasts was something so extraordinary it defied description. They were the symbol of maman, the symbol of maternal love itself. And because Kim Min-jung's breasts were so massive and beautiful, the impact was off the charts—combat power unmeasurable.
That tremendous symbol was what this male named Geum Tae-yang had not only buried his cock inside, but grabbed while fucking her from behind. Sensorially, the sight of the two beasts right in front of Park A-young's eyes was utterly raw and explicit.
Even my mom... is a woman just like me... The mom who always worried about me, who hurt because of the way I went off the rails...
She was a woman who could enjoy sex this soaked in pleasure...
It felt like she was witnessing the mother Kim Min-jung and the woman Kim Min-jung all mixed together in one scene. Park A-young was gasping under that high-dimensional impact.
"Kuheuuuut!!! These tits are fucking incredible, Ajumma!! Hheuut!! Heuuuuut!!! Our big wife's cow tits that I never get tired of no matter how much I feel them up nonstop!!! Neuheuuuuuut!!"
But the stimulation Geum Tae-yang felt was simple. He just loved Kim Min-jung herself—this incredible female. Those giant tits that even his basketball-gripping hands couldn't fully wrap around. How could any normal male not go berserk?
"These are the kind of tits that drive a man humanly insane, Ajumma...! This texture...! Heouuuuut!! Ah, fuck, they're so good it makes me swear for real!!!"
Squeeze! Squeeze! Fondle! Squeeze! Fondle!
Geum Tae-yang had started thoroughly enjoying Kim Min-jung's tits in earnest. The look on his face was, frankly, a spectacle. It was a face overflowing with emotion so intense tears were about to spill—like some total loser virgin finally greeting his girlfriend's amazing breasts on their first night, every bit of that feeling packed right in.
"Kuheuuuut!! Heuut! A woman with too many things to enjoy!! Big tits, big ass, pretty face, smooth skin, kuheuuuut!! And most of all, right here!! This pussy is fucking incredible too!!! Heuuuut! Heuuuuuuuut!!!"
Thud-squelch!! Thud-squelch!! Squish!! Squish!! Thud-thrust!! Thud-thrust!!
Squeeze! Squeeze! Fondle! Fondle! Squeeze!
But that loser virgin and Geum Tae-yang had a fundamental difference. Geum Tae-yang was already a stud who'd been around, and more than that, a harem male. So of course he wasn't the type to stop at just grabbing. Knowing the taste of pussy, and having felt deep in his bones the flavor you get when you make that pussy feel good, Geum Tae-yang was a man who knew how to savor the main course of pussy and the dessert of tits at the same time.
Anyway, with Kim Min-jung's hand resting on Geum Tae-yang's triceps, the position had become stable enough that saying more would be a waste of breath. To enjoy that stability to the fullest, Geum Tae-yang pounded upward, targeting the upper folds of Kim Min-jung's vagina. And because of that, he groped and fondled his big wife's bouncing tits all the more greedily, almost vulgarly.
"Hheuuuung!! Heuuuuuung!! Heung! Hheuuuuuuung!!"
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Squeeze! Squeeze! Fondle! Stroke! Stroke! Fondle!
Thud-squelch!! Squish!! Thud-thrust!! Thud-thrust!! Thud-squelch!! Thud-squelch!! Thud-thrust!!
Kim Min-jung was the same. Her male, who had started fully showing the face of a harem stud without restraint—Kim Min-jung, not to be outdone, played along like a female who knew the taste of a man. One reason women prefer the missionary position is that it feels less compositionally embarrassing, but primarily it's because you can lock eyes and communicate with the person you love, and because you can touch them. If you truly want to taste your partner's cock, paradoxically you have to feel the rest of their body too. Especially for a woman like Kim Min-jung, who hungered for connection, that was even more true.
Kim Min-jung's left hand was merely resting on Geum Tae-yang's triceps, yet she used that composition to two hundred percent. She groped roughly, fondled with curious wonder, and stroked him tenderly. Filling every craving for varied skinship that way, Kim Min-jung showed even the whites of her eyes, howled like a beast, and kept taking her beloved male's doggy-style cock over and over. It was a cauldron of pure frenzy.
Step...! Step...! Step...! Step...!
Then a situation unfolded that made Kim Min-jung go even wilder. Her beloved daughter Park A-young had started walking toward the sofa where she was enjoying sex like an animal.
"Hahat! Our A-young wants to properly watch Mom and me fucking? Kuheuuuuuuuut!!!"
Thud-squelch! Thud-thrust! Thud-thrust! Crack! Thud-thrust! Squish! Squish! Thud-thrust!
And from the way those footsteps approached, Geum Tae-yang could fully read Park A-young's intent. When she'd been heading for the fridge, her steps had been soft and extremely careful. But now they were her usual footsteps. She was purely coming closer because she wanted to watch the sex between her beloved male Geum Tae-yang and her beloved mother Kim Min-jung.
"Heuuuuuung!! Heoeung! Heuuuuung!! Hheuuuuuuung!!"
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
Kim Min-jung's eyes were rolled back, yet she too felt her precious daughter in her arms approaching the scene of her sex. So she shook her head side to side. Judging by the guess, it wasn't a head-shake meaning "don't come closer." If she'd had that kind of heart, Kim Min-jung never would have started this living-room sex in the first place. It was simply that the shame and sense of taboo filling her own heart were so enormous that she was expressing it almost unconsciously.
"Keuheup heup!! Ajumma's feeling it so hard!!! Heuuuuuup!! Because A-young's coming closer!! Teuheuuuuut!!"
Sliiiiiide...!
Thud-thrust!! Squish!! Crack-squelch!! Thud-squelch!! Thud-thrust!! Thud!! Thud-thrust!! Thud-thrust!!
That change in Kim Min-jung made her husband Geum Tae-yang throw his head back and go completely wild. Right now, Kim Min-jung's pussy felt like a giant anaconda sensing crisis, thrashing and constricting with every ounce of its strength. But this male named Geum Tae-yang was something else too—at that point the terror of premature ejaculation should have hit and made him adjust the tempo. Yet he insisted on enjoying this incredible pussy scene to the end, answering with even fiercer cock-thrusts.
Thud...!
Her mother, soaked in pleasure and completely wrecked. In front of that impure mother, daughter Park A-young stopped.
"You're beautiful, Mom... You look so happy... It looks so good..."
That impure sight of her mother made Park A-young feel so good. With an expression and tone of voice steeped in pure sincerity, she expressed exactly how she felt watching Kim Min-jung's sex.
My mom was someone who could express pleasure this passionately and radiate happiness like this...
Not just the mom who fretted and worried over me...
What had Park A-young wished for all those long years? Communication with her dad, and her mother's happiness. Communication with her dad she could fill through growing closer to Geum Tae-yang. But her mother's happiness—especially the happiness as a woman that she'd missed while raising the wild colt named Park A-young—there had been a vague guilt about whether she could ever let her enjoy that again. But now she knew. Inside this harem, the happiness of her beloved mother Kim Min-jung had fully blossomed.
"Heuuuung! Haeng! Heuuuuung! It feels so good...! Because my daughter says that to me... Heung! Hhaeung!! Heuuuung!! I really love it so much...! Haeuuuut! Hheuuuuuung!!"
Thud-squelch!! Thud-thrust!! Squish!! Thud-thrust!! Thud-squelch!! Thud-thrust!! Thud-squelch!! Squish!! Squish!!
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Kim Min-jung still kept her eyes closed. She simply couldn't look at the face of her adorable daughter who had come right up in front of her while she was being speared on Geum Tae-yang's cock. No matter how much she had awakened as a female with open sexual ethics, she was still the shy female Kim Min-jung. But separate from that shyness, Kim Min-jung felt a massive joy. Because she recognized that Park A-young was sincerely watching her mother's sex with happiness. She expressed that tremendous emotion in her own way. Her mouth babbling like speaking in tongues, her 75J giant breasts bouncing even more excitedly like a wild colt—she was flaunting her womanly power to her daughter through unrestrained sex.
I was worried it might somehow have a bad influence on our A-young against my intentions... Haeuuuuuu...!! I'm so relieved... Haeuuuuuung...! Heuuuuuuung...!!
This was the harem of Geum Tae-yang that Kim Min-jung had pushed forward with a big decision. She had done it because she trusted her beloved male Geum Tae-yang that much. But the worry had definitely been there. Whether her daughter Park A-young would accept it well. And yet the voice of Park A-young she felt and heard now was warm. It was deeply steeped in the desire to empathize with her mother Kim Min-jung. The heart of Kim Min-jung, who had fretted over Geum Tae-yang and worked hard for Park A-young who secretly loved that Geum Tae-yang, had reached her more than enough. Feeling all of that, Kim Min-jung—even while flushed red with excitement and drowning in shyness—felt pride and relief and poured out a body trembling with ecstasy.
"Teuheuuuut!!! I love it so much!! You're so pretty and so admirable, my big wife and little wife!! Kuheuuuuuut!!!"
For a harem man with his head on straight, what situation would make him happiest? Exactly the harmony among the women under him. Borrowing Geum Tae-yang's own words, the sight of his big wife and little wife not jealous or at odds at all, but caring for and empathizing with each other—watching that right in front of his eyes made Geum Tae-yang so happy he felt like he would go crazy.
"I'm going to love you!!! Kuheuuuuuut!!! I'm going to love you like mad, my wives!!!"
—Thud!! Thud!! Thud-squelch!! Thud!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Thud!! Thrust!!
Then the way a harem male should express it was, of course, pouring out love with overflowing masculinity. Geum Tae-yang put all his weight into his lower body and slammed a sincere doggy-style mating press into Kim Min-jung's rear pussy.
"I'll show you my sex!! I'll show you this Geum Tae-yang's sex, that's what I'm saying!! Teuheuuuut!!"
Thuuuuud!!!
That alone wasn't enough to satisfy him. Hadn't he already developed a fetish for showing other people the incredible sex between himself and Kim Min-jung? He wanted to show off the sex physique only he could display, and the beauty of the position. So Geum Tae-yang grabbed the crook of Kim Min-jung's right knee with his right hand.
"Come on! We actually enjoy it like this, A-young!! Kuheuuuut!! We prefer enjoying it while looking in the mirror this way!! Teuheuuuuuut!!"
"Because Ajumma's so tall and my cock's so huge that this position is even possible!! Heuuuuuut!!"
Whoosh!!
"Hyaeuuuuuung!!"
Then he lifted Kim Min-jung's right leg higher than her waist. He had created the so-called dog-peeing position. A truly raw, explicit pose—the moment it unfolded, Kim Min-jung howled with a face that looked ready to cry.