Caught Mid-Thrust by A-young
“Hyaaup...! Haup...! Hnngh... Hiiinngh...!”
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Plap! Schlick! Plap! Plap! Schlick! Schlorp! Plap!
Kim Min-jung’s face had flushed scarlet. Eyes squeezed shut, she clapped her left hand over her mouth, forcing out only the most timid little moans so her daughter wouldn’t hear a single one.
Her lower half, however, told an entirely different story.
Forty-two years of waiting, and she had finally found her fated man. The moment Geum Tae-yang’s cock speared into her pussy, Min-jung went wild, hips thrashing like a woman possessed.
It feels too good... I must be losing my mind... Tae-yang’s thing is just so good...! Hyaaaah...!!!
That was the truth of it. To newlywed Kim Min-jung, her husband Geum Tae-yang’s cock was pure ambrosia.
“Hyaa... You wanted my cock that badly, Auntie? I’m so fucking happy right now. You’re just mindlessly devouring my dick, aren’t you?”
Schlick! Schlick! Schlorp! Schlick! Plap! Plap!
Tae-yang could only click his tongue in awe as he watched Min-jung thrash like a wild mare. It was the same pure admiration he felt watching a gluttonous mukbang streamer demolish a feast—except the feast was his cock, and Min-jung was devouring it with such shameless greed that pure satisfaction rolled through him. He could feel exactly how thoroughly she had been trained to crave his taste.
“Whoa... Auntie Min-jung’s dripping sweat and shaking that ass... Khhhnngh! Your back muscles are insane, Auntie... From this angle your body looks so filthy and powerful...”
Compared to the sex they had shared over the past five days, this was raw. The place, the psychology, even the position—everything was primal.
In the master bedroom the pumping and twerking had been fierce, yet the positions themselves had stayed soft. They had been so careful with each other, so intent on cradling one another’s hearts.
But the moment the filthy setup of fucking right beside her daughter took shape, the position itself turned savage. It was doggy-style in spirit, yet both of them were standing—an unstable, desperate stance in which they had locked together and were now pounding for their lives.
To Tae-yang’s eyes, Min-jung’s frantic figure was the most lewd sight under heaven.
“So this is what Auntie’s back looks like when she’s devouring my cock in bright light... Insanely sexy... From now on we’re fucking with the lights on every single time...”
Plap! Schlick! Plap! Schlick! Plap! Plap! Plap! Schlick!
The final spark that fanned that lewdness into an inferno was the bright lighting itself. Under the harsh LED, Tae-yang openly watched his cock plunging in and out of Min-jung’s pussy.
For five days they had fucked in the dark so A-young wouldn’t catch them. Curious by nature, Tae-yang had been dying to see Min-jung’s sex-drenched body under full light. The reputation was deserved. Skin tones fully revealed, the wet junction of their genitals looked utterly bestial.
“Especially this part, Auntie... I love it most...”
One spot stood out as even more animalistic, more eye-catching than the rest.
“Auntie Min-jung’s little asshole... the way it keeps twitching is so cute and filthy...”
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Her rear hole. Power-twerking meant clamping the vaginal walls like a vice, and that force inevitably spilled into the asshole. Tae-yang grinned with pure delight as he watched Min-jung’s back entrance clench and flutter with brutal intensity.
“Hyaaauup! Tae-yang... th-those words...! Hnnngh...!”
Schlick! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Schlick! Schlick! Plap!
Until that moment Min-jung had simply kept bouncing her hips through every filthy line Tae-yang threw at her. But the second her husband pointed out her asshole, she could no longer stay silent. Front or back, young or old, the most shame-soaked part of the human body was always the rear hole. Hearing the man she loved call it out by name made Min-jung writhe in mortified heat.
Yet the pleasure surging through her was undeniable. Her hips kept thrashing without the slightest regard for her embarrassment.
“You don’t even know, do you, Auntie? How pretty your asshole is? Everything about you is pretty... your asshole, your pussy, even your nostrils...”
The meter completely broken, Tae-yang whispered even filthier love into her ear. It was the height of shamelessness—and that was exactly how he loved. When something felt good, he had to say it out loud or he would burst.
“Hyaaauung!! Hyaaang! Hnngh! Hnnnngh!!”
Fumble! Fumble! Fumble!
And Min-jung adored that style of love. It felt like compensation for the twenty years she had wasted holding herself back. The moment Tae-yang declared he loved even her asshole and her nostrils, her eyes rolled back. She dropped the hand that had been muffling her mouth and let the moans free. At the same time both hands flew up, yanking the shoulder straps of her new-city housewife look straight down.
Bounce! Bounce!
Her massive breasts spilled free.
“Khhhnngh!!! Auntie’s milk tanks!!!”
Thud!
Squeeze! Crush!
Tae-yang knew exactly what she wanted. Min-jung wanted him to revel in the colossal femininity that belonged to her alone. He draped his entire body over her back and roughly seized both of those 75J monsters in his hands.
“I’ll love you, Auntie!! I’m gonna go crazy kneading these milk tanks while I ram my cock into you!!! I’ll love you more than anyone!! Khhhnngh!!”
Knead! Knead! Knead! Knead!
—Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!!
While mauling her breasts he began pumping his hips like a beast in earnest.
“Khhhnngh!! This body that was born to be loved!! Packed full of sexiness and cuteness!! Khhhnngh!! Hnngh!!”
—Squeeze! Spray! Spray! Spray!! Squeeze!! Squirt!!
Thrust!! Thrust!! Plap!! Thrust!! Thrust!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!! Plap!!
“Hnngh! Hnnngh! Hyaang! Hnnnngh! Hnngh!!”
Her wicked young husband squeezed hard enough to milk actual breast milk from his wife’s tits—openly enjoying a privilege only he would ever claim. Completely violated by Tae-yang, Min-jung felt a profound sense of belonging and went even more feral. Her moans climbed past cries of pleasure into full-throated wails.
“A kiss? You want a kiss? Come here, Auntie—slurp! I’m gonna eat your lips—mwah! Slurp!”
“Hyaang! Hnngh! Mwah! Hyaang! Mmmph! Mwah! Hyaaauung! Mmmph!”
Still wailing, Min-jung twisted her flushed face around. The happiness surging through her made her desperate for a deep, human kiss with her husband. Tae-yang answered by devouring the lips of his kiss-addicted, sultry MILF wife just as roughly. Wet lower halves, sweet mouths, and filthy hands—Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung began devouring each other without restraint.
And then—
“!!!!!!!!”
“!!!!!!!”
Both pairs of eyes flew wide in shock; every hair on their heads stood on end.
“Mom?”
Park A-young’s voice had just drifted in.
“......”
“......”
It was unmistakably A-young calling for Kim Min-jung. So Tae-yang and Min-jung froze solid—cocks still buried in pussy, both of Tae-yang’s hands still clamped around Min-jung’s 75J breasts, their lips still roughly locked together.
Ah, fuck... that was almost the end of us...
A few seconds later Tae-yang’s expression eased into something like relief.
“Mom? Mom?”
A-young had only cracked the bathroom door open. She hadn’t stepped out into the living room; she was calling for Min-jung from inside.
Thank you, Keen Senses... you little bastard just saved us from a catastrophe... damn it, I believed in you!!!!
In the split second before A-young opened the bathroom door, both Tae-yang and Min-jung had sensed it. Both of them possessed the Keen Senses trait. That was why they had cut off their cries at the most precious possible moment. Judging by A-young’s tone, she hadn’t heard the sounds of their living-room fuck session.
“Mom, you’re out there, right?”
A-young sounded certain Min-jung was in the living room. Because Min-jung was the kind of mother who never left her daughter’s side without first saying, “Call me if you need anything,” whenever she went into another room.
What do I do... hnnngh...
They had cleared the first crisis, yet Min-jung’s mind was a storm. This was unprecedented. She had never lived a life that prepared her for anything like this.
“Y-yeah, A-young...~ Mommy’s right here...~”
But what choice did she have? Humans adapt. She had created a twenty-one-year-old colt of a husband, and she had become the wife who obeyed every word he spoke. Kim Min-jung’s sense of responsibility was absolute; she would own whatever she had started.
So she steadied her heart and answered her daughter’s call.
“Are you busy, Mom?”
Hearing her mother’s voice, A-young asked after her. It felt strange. If Min-jung had simply been in the living room instead of a bedroom, her personality meant she would have answered the instant she heard A-young’s voice. The reply had come far too late; A-young figured her mother must be in the middle of something personal and fairly involved.
“Ah... um... n-no...~ Mommy’s not busy...~”
Min-jung’s breasts were still crushed in Tae-yang’s grip. His cock was still buried inside her. Holding that exact pose, she thought hard for a moment before answering. She had almost said she was busy—then realized that would make A-young step out of the bathroom, so she changed her answer.
“Hmmm...”
A-young fell silent on her side. Even though Min-jung claimed she wasn’t busy, the overall feel of the reply screamed that she was. It sounded like she was forcing herself to say she was free just so she wouldn’t disappoint her daughter.
“Has Tae-yang come back yet?”
And so the name A-young summoned was Geum Tae-yang.
“T-Tae-yang...?”
Glance...!
The moment his name was spoken, Min-jung shot a flustered look at the man whose face was practically pressed against hers.
“T-Tae-yang went out to patrol around the house and hasn’t come back yet, A-young... Looks like he’s checking things a little more carefully today...”
Once again Min-jung lied straight to her daughter’s face.
Ugh!!! Khhhnngh!!
Tae-yang’s face twisted with pleasure.
What the...! Auntie’s getting off insanely hard right now, isn’t she? She’s clamping down like crazy, khhhnngh...!
Kim Min-jung had never lived a corrupt life. For a woman like that to be committing such lewd, deceitful acts—regardless of whether she truly enjoyed them—was bound to send massive waves of excitement and thrill crashing through her body. That thrill was writing itself across her flesh. And the part that reacted most sensitively of all was the flower-like pussy that had completely swallowed Tae-yang’s cock.
Feeling the sudden, violent constriction inside her, Tae-yang nearly lost his mind.
Ah, fuck, I really shouldn’t...
Helplessly tossed about by Min-jung’s pussy as it clenched and poured out love juices, Tae-yang’s expression twisted with conflict.
I want to put Auntie in a tough spot... I want to fluster her... Auntie’s reactions are just too fucking good...
One of the greatest charms of the endlessly lovable, magnetic woman named Kim Min-jung was how satisfying it felt to mess with her. The reactions she gave when teased, and the complete lack of lingering resentment afterward, defied imagination. He had felt it even when she was just the auntie next door; dating her only made it clearer. In a way, the sudden living-room sex itself had been an extension of that same impulse.
Khh... Sorry, Auntie... I can’t hold back...
Squeeze...!
Tae-yang shut his eyes as if steeling himself.
Schlick...!♥
Even with the bathroom door cracked open and Park A-young right there, he rolled his hips and lovingly fucked Kim Min-jung’s flower-like pussy.