Auntie Min-jung, Overwhelmed by the Taboo of Sex Beside Her Daughter — Yet Her Pussy Went Wild [Having Sex with Auntie Min-jung Next to Park A-young] [2]
Squeeze…! Squeeze…! Fondle…! Squeeze…!
Geum Tae-yang had begun enjoying Kim Min-jung's forty-five-inch massive ass with his right hand. This was no clumsy caress. He spread that enormous palm wide and kneaded her luscious rear the way a man works dough, thoroughly and without restraint.
"W-what are you doing, Tae-yang?????"
Only moments earlier, Kim Min-jung's expression and tone had been so firm. But the instant Geum Tae-yang started groping her ass so blatantly, her eyes went round and she whispered in a voice that had shot up an octave — urgent, flustered, completely thrown.
Her hands, which had been washing dishes, froze mid-motion.
"What am I doing, Auntie…? I'm touching your ass, that's what…"
Geum Tae-yang was shameless and slick as ever. He spoke as if Kim Min-jung's spectacular rear already belonged to him outright — as if he'd taken out a lease on it and fondling her was the most natural thing in the world. He knew perfectly well what she was really asking, and he played dumb anyway.
Rolling around in bed with her these past few days, I've got her figured out… When someone she loves just bulldozes in like this, Auntie completely freezes up… No wonder she can't stand up to A-young…
There was a calculated design behind the current setup. He was going to devour Kim Min-jung in a battle of wills. Pure, simple-hearted Kim Min-jung was a proper, upright type — the kind who thought and acted by the book, who couldn't stand injustice when she saw it. But even stronger than that was her true nature: a woman who staked her life on love. And so, when the people she loved charged in without any brakes, Kim Min-jung ended up exactly like this — helpless, frozen solid.
"No, Tae-yang… that's not what I'm asking… If you t-touch me like this, right here…"
A man who had spent five days tangled up in bed with Kim Min-jung, Geum Tae-yang's insight was formidable. The bewilderment on her face shifted into restless agitation. Faced with her man acting like a spoiled child, she was rapidly losing every scrap of initiative.
"You just said it yourself, Auntie — that you wanted to scold me. So I came over here to get scolded."
Judging that he'd pulled the situation fully onto his own tempo, Geum Tae-yang began steering the conversation with easy confidence.
"That's right… Auntie did say that…"
Kim Min-jung went suddenly obedient. A pure-hearted woman in love, she had a habit of thinking positively about anything connected to the person she adored. The moment Geum Tae-yang voiced the very thing she'd been about to say, she strained to trust that he understood the situation well enough on his side too.
"This husband of yours, who hurt his wife's heart — I feel the weight of my childish behavior so deeply… So I need to be punished right now…"
"I've been thinking about how I ought to be punished, and I figure I need to love you, Auntie… In the form of a husband serving his wife…"
"I want to soothe the heart I wounded — with service."
Knead…! Knead…! Knead…! Knead…!
The moment Kim Min-jung slipped into submission mode, Geum Tae-yang grew even bolder in ravaging her ass. He brought his left hand into play and worked both cheeks at once with both hands. A husband who had hurt his wife's heart deserved to be punished — that much was true. But punishment came in many forms. Geum Tae-yang wanted this: a sincere apology delivered as devoted service to his wife. And the sheer intensity of that apologetic hunger was on full display. He was truly enjoying her ass as if he meant to knead it until it burst.
"You'll accept this heart of mine, won't you, Auntie…?"
Thud…!
There was a reason Geum Tae-yang had switched from one-handed groping to two-handed. He was setting up the next step — pressing his lower body flush against Kim Min-jung's rear. Anyone who'd tried it would know: the posture he'd engineered made that kind of contact remarkably easy. With such a perfect foundation laid, Geum Tae-yang pressed his crotch against her backside with a leisurely, almost brazen air.
"Khhuuuh…! Can you feel it, Auntie…? This heart of mine that wants to serve the wife I love…?"
He breathed a thick, heavy exhale against the back of her head and murmured low.
"What are you doiiing, Tae-yaaang… Why did you get so hard all of a suddeen…"
Glance… Glance…
Kim Min-jung grew even more flustered, even more restless. She had felt the full force of his will and his conviction about "service." That was right. Geum Tae-yang had gotten hard. And he had pressed himself against her so blatantly precisely to make sure she knew about that filthy state of affairs. Completely seized from behind, Kim Min-jung stole sidelong glances at him with a face gone scarlet, almost sobbing.
"If this weren't the apocalypse, I'd take you on a date to that park you love — but I can't, can I? Honestly, that was the real service I had in mind. But if that's not possible, then in the end… khhuuuuh…! What else is there but this to apologize with…? Tuhhuuuuh…!"
Rub…! Rub…! Rub…! Rub…!
Geum Tae-yang offered her his reasons. His tone was full of genuine regret. He truly did want to go on a date with Kim Min-jung like any ordinary couple. Hadn't she herself teared up saying she wanted to be lovey-dovey? Her husband, Geum Tae-yang, genuinely wanted to give her that kind of happiness. Which made it all the more frustrating. And yet, even as he poured out that frustration, he was openly grinding his erect cock against her spectacular ass — because once he had pressed himself against her like this, it felt so good that filthy moans wanted to spill out of him.
This woman is mine, that's what I'm saying… An ass this incredible… And she's so beautiful, so obedient… Holy shit, this isn't an apocalypse — this is paradise…
Kim Min-jung, helpless and yet still offering that luscious rear up to him without pulling away — wasn't that every normal man's fantasy? The feeling surged up so hard he couldn't stand it without grinding against her.
Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…!
Kim Min-jung had her pure, simple ass ravaged with no defense at all. She clutched the dishware and her hands shook violently. Was it shame? Or was she furious that this was truly unacceptable?
What is this… It feels too good, what do I dooo… Huuuuh…
It was neither. She, too, was drowning in a catharsis so intense it was driving her mad.
He's so different from the Tae-yang I've known until now… The Tae-yang who was so gentle even in bed, always looking after me… The Tae-yang who held me every night like a precious doll and fretted over whether my heart might get hurt…
It was a side of his charm she had never anticipated. For three days in bed, even while fucking her hard, Geum Tae-yang had poured every ounce of passion into taking care of her. After their first time, when she'd shown how fragile her heart was, he'd been even more careful. His thrusting might have been beastly, but he had kept whispering sweet love into her ear and gently stroking her face and body. To Kim Min-jung, that version of him had felt like a blessing — the absolute opposite of her ex-husband, Park Do-chul. Geum Tae-yang's bedroom manners had been overflowing with genuine sweetness.
And that same Tae-yang had this side in him too… Our Tae-yang, like a beast who's lost his whole mind over me… I'm going crazy… I'm so turned on…
That sweet man had flipped into a no-holds-barred pervert.
Kind and filthy at the same time… Our Tae-yang really is a devil of a man… Huuuuh…
In Kim Min-jung's mind, Geum Tae-yang was first and foremost a kind, sweet man — that was the baseline she started from. In other words, it wasn't that the sweetness was a facade and the perversion was the truth. She had begun to think that sweet Geum Tae-yang also possessed the charm of a pervert. Pure feminine warmth and maternal tenderness defined Kim Min-jung — but a body that magnificent came with a sex drive just as vigorous, and so his filthy side registered as a whole new delicacy.
Grin…!
Just as she was starting to sink deep into Geum Tae-yang's charm, the devilish man's mouth curled up in satisfaction.
Sopping…!
Because the entire lower half of Kim Min-jung that he was so diligently rubbing against had gone wet and slick. Not just her panties — even the seat of her gray new-town housewife outfit had darkened into a thoroughly soaked shade of gray.
"T-Tae-yang, this is—!!"
Kim Min-jung had felt the state of her own pussy in real time. She tried to protest in a voice that didn't know what to do with itself.
"Shh… You're beautiful. And adorable."
But even that protest was pure Kim Min-jung to him — adorableness itself. A woman who had fucked him dozens of times over five days, who had just offered up her rear mid-dishwashing, and who was still burning with embarrassment over having leaked arousal fluid — the charm of a pure, decent woman poured off her in waves. Geum Tae-yang felt every bit of it and soothed her.
"Huuuuuh…!"
Drip-drip-drip…! Drip-drip-drip…!
That alone delivered a massive psychological satisfaction to Kim Min-jung. In the end, the root of the lust that drove her mad was sweet Geum Tae-yang. Sinking into that happiness, she began dripping arousal fluid straight onto the floor.
"Our Auntie's having a hard time, isn't she…"
Grab…! Grip…!
Geum Tae-yang knew perfectly well what an enormous amount of wetness this woman produced. And he had witnessed and felt firsthand the explosive sexual hunger living inside that body. To take care of it, he seized the lower hem of her new-town housewife outfit.
Sliiiide…!
"I can't let my wife suffer any more than this… This husband of yours will fill that need right away, Auntie…"
Then, caressing the capital-S curve of her figure, he hiked her outfit up. His intention in stripping her was simple. He was going to bury his cock in Kim Min-jung's pussy right there in the living room.
"W-wait, Tae-yaaang…! Here? You're going to do it heeere…????"
Whoosh!
That will radiated from his every action, from his sheer presence. Kim Min-jung whipped her head around in a panic and asked him. Geum Tae-yang had decided from the start that he was going to fuck her in the living room. That was why he'd checked the living-room bathroom where Park A-young had gone in. But pure, simple Kim Min-jung hadn't thought that far. She had assumed he meant to take her into the bedroom.
"Of course, Auntie. Why — is there a problem…?"
Geum Tae-yang savored the urgency on her face. That, more than anything, was Kim Min-jung's premium charm. She was a woman who was delicious to corrupt.
"But A-young is in the shower…! What are you going to do if she comes out…!!"
Kim Min-jung pleaded with a face gone beet red. This truly felt wrong. She had tried for three days, but she still found it mortifying to look Park A-young in the face. And in that psychological state, getting caught fucking Geum Tae-yang by her own daughter would drive her insane.
"Come on, Auntie… You know perfectly well that when A-young has something on her mind and goes into the shower, she's in there for over an hour…"
Sliiiide…!!
That was right. Geum Tae-yang was never the type to act on pure impulse. He was certain. Park A-young would absolutely not come out within the next forty minutes. Driving that point home to Kim Min-jung, he hiked her lower clothes all the way up. Of course, it was only his experience and his prediction.
"Nooo… Really, nooo… Hiiih…!"
Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…!
Thud…! Thunk…!
Her daughter bathing in the shower right next door — and Kim Min-jung on the verge of having sex with that daughter's male friend. The taboo surging through her made Kim Min-jung squeeze her eyes shut and shake from head to toe like a leaf. But her hands told a different story. Far from pushing Geum Tae-yang away, those dishwashing hands gripped the edge of the sink. The wanton MILF Kim Min-jung was bracing herself for living-room kitchen sex with Geum Tae-yang.