My Relentless Pussy-Pounding — Auntie Min-jung Finally Cries Out Right in Front of Her Daughter [Caught Mid-Sex by Park A-young?] [1]
"!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kim Min-jung had been speaking with her daughter Park A-young in a state of pure tension — when her husband, without a shred of tact, without a shred of fear, drove his hips forward and pistoned straight into her flower.
Min-jung's eyes flew wide.
A sidelong glance...!
She turned her head just a fraction and shot Geum Tae-yang a look of pure, speechless disbelief. Her pussy was extraordinarily sensitive to begin with, and right now her entire body was wound to maximum arousal — so that single thrust had to have sent a considerable jolt through her. And yet the expression on her face, caught in that sidelong stare, was less one of pleasure than of sheer, blank-eyed shock.
Of course Tae-yang was just as tense. He moved his hips timidly, carefully, so that no moan escaped Min-jung's lips — only the faintest shift of expression.
".....???????????"
Their eyes met. Min-jung's gaze was loaded with about two million question marks.
"....."
Tae-yang pretended not to notice and looked away.
"Fine, whatever. I'll just do it myself."
A-young had no idea what was going on, but her mother clearly seemed busy — and Tae-yang wasn't home. So she announced she would handle whatever needed handling herself. Meaning she was about to walk out of the shower right now.
"N-no, A-young! Mom'll do it! What do you need? What's going on????"
Min-jung could no longer spare the laser-beam glares for the husband still buried in her pussy. She had to stop her daughter from entering the living room. With cannons firing from both sides, even a woman as composed as Kim Min-jung found her voice steeped in raw urgency.
"It's fine, it's not a big deal. I'll just do it."
But A-young, uncharacteristically, kept insisting she would handle it herself.
Why is she being like this...!!! She never acts this way...!!!
Min-jung grew more flustered by the second, fidgeting in place. Even when A-young had come home for break, the first words out of her mouth toward her mother had always been that she was hungry. That was the signature scene of Min-jung's entire life of doting on her daughter. After twenty-one years of living that way, for her girl to suddenly declare that it was no big deal and she'd do it herself — under normal circumstances, Min-jung would have been deeply moved. Given the situation, though, what surged up inside her was pure resentment.
"I said it's fine. Mom'll do it. Just tell me what you need, A-young."
Her tone grew even more frantic as she pleaded again.
"No, look — you've been stuck in your room for three days saying you're sick, so I figured I should start taking care of my own stuff."
In that instant, A-young said something that flipped her flustered mother straight into deeply moved mode. Min-jung wasn't made of iron; she'd come down with colds and body aches before. Whenever that happened, she would lie down for about a day, rest just enough to recover, and then go right back to looking after A-young. For that same mother to have been bedridden for three full days was something A-young had never experienced — and it had stirred something real in her.
"......"
Hearing her daughter's words, Min-jung's eyes went round and she fell silent. She was genuinely, truly moved. Park A-young was her Achilles' heel. The two of them still talked about this and that, but it had been a long time since they'd shared a conversation this warm, this intimate. And it was happening now, in the middle of a world that had already ended.
Tuhhhhhh!!! Auntie's getting hit with major feels!!! Guhhhhhh!!
Squelch...!
While the surge of emotion froze Min-jung in place, Tae-yang threw his head back toward the ceiling and shuddered. Her pussy, flooded with that deep feeling, was assaulting his prostate and every peripheral nerve with devastating precision. He had spent five days giving Min-jung enormous emotional highs himself — so he knew better than anyone the nellafantasia that erupted inside her when she was swept up in genuine feeling.
Squeeze...!
Min-jung was not a woman who kept soaring emotion to herself. She was the kind who desperately needed to share it with the person she loved. She clasped the hand that was already gripping her breast, pressing her own over his — a silent transmission of everything she was feeling right now.
Auntie!!! Why are you like this, seriously!! When you get this adorable I just—!!!
I just can't hold back anymore!!!! Nuhhhhhh!!!
Sliiiide...!
Tae-yang was addicted to her. The moment she radiated this particular brand of loveliness, his conditioned reflex kicked in — he had to violate that sweetness or he wouldn't be satisfied. Like a junkie whose hand reaches for the syringe on pure instinct, the instant Min-jung took his hand he drew his hips back just slightly.
SCHLURP...!!!♥♥♥
Then he drove a thoroughly wet, thoroughly deep pump straight into her pussy. Far bolder than the first thrust.
Schluuuck...!
A second surprise attack from her husband. Min-jung's head dropped. The first pump had only changed her expression — this second one was a deliberate, committed stroke of cock, and it delivered a jolt she couldn't shrug off. And yet she was still an extraordinary woman. She endured that second thrust without letting out even a single sound of pleasure. She must have braced herself the moment she felt him pull his hips back so far.
One more time! Just one more!!!!
SCHLUURP...!!♥♥♥♥
But Min-jung had underestimated something. By taking his hand, she had sent Tae-yang's own happiness soaring far higher than she realized. He needed to release every last drop of that catharsis — so he immediately drove home a third piston stroke.
"Hnnnmm...!!"
Oh no.
A soft, nasal cry of pleasure slipped out of her. The third thrust had the same preparatory pull-back as the second, but the pleasure from the previous stroke hadn't fully faded yet — and even Kim Min-jung, the absolute endgame of endurance, couldn't completely hold it in.
"Uh, Mom?"
That moan, of course, reached her daughter's ears.
"Are you crying?"
But A-young had zero conception that her mother was currently having sex. The only conclusion she could reach was that Min-jung had been so moved by her words that she was tearing up.
"Y-yeah... Mom's being ridiculous, getting all teary just because her daughter said something so sweet..."
She genuinely had been moved — that much was undeniable. So the cover story came out smooth and natural. It wasn't pure evasion either; her eyes really had gone a little red.
God, seriously...! How long has it been since I had a conversation like this with my girl...
And Tae-yang feels every bit of this with me... so deeply... hnnn...
The present situation was filthy and debauched beyond measure. But emotion doesn't only arise from noble things. Precisely because this was so unexpected, Min-jung had been able to hear the tender concern in A-young's heart. And her husband was sharing that real, living emotion with her while their bodies were still joined — truly, it felt as though twenty-one years of bleak married life were being healed all at once.
"Come on, getting all emotional over something that small..."
A-young, recognizing that her mother had been genuinely moved by her offhand comment, grew sheepish.
"Tell Mom what you need, sweetheart. Mom really wants to do it for you."
Min-jung urged her with a voice full of sincere feeling, asking her to please just say what she needed.
"There's no towel... Can you bring me a towel."
A-young knew perfectly well that once Min-jung was this moved, no one could stop her. So she finally yielded a step.
"Okay, baby. Mom'll bring you a towel, so close the door and soak in the warm water, alright?"
"Got it."
Click...!!!
In the end A-young stayed put and obediently shut the shower door.
Shift...!
Min-jung turned her head slightly and looked at Tae-yang.
"We should... pull out...? Tae-yang...? We can't exactly walk to where the towels are looking like this..."
She asked it with a faintly hesitant tone, almost testing.
Heh... Sounds like Auntie doesn't really want to pull out either...
Tae-yang caught the nuance perfectly. Whenever his cock was buried in her pussy, Min-jung had always refused to let him pull out until she climaxed. When they changed positions, they usually did it while still connected. Those kinds of acrobatics were only possible because Tae-yang's dick was so enormous to begin with.
"No need to pull out, and no need for both of us to walk."
Flash!
His eyes lit up. A man with a cock that massive had the perfect solution to Min-jung's dilemma.
"Watch closely, Auntie. I'm about to show you a whole new world!"
Grab! Grip!
His expression was pure confidence. He released both hands from her breasts and seized her under both knees.
"W-what are you doing, Tae-yang! What are you trying to—!!"
Glance! Glance! Glance!
Innocent, pure-hearted Kim Min-jung had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Her eyes went round as she kept looking back and forth between his face and the hands locked under her knees.
"This is it, Auntie!!!"
—WHOOSH!!!!!
Using the grip under her knees, Tae-yang hoisted Min-jung clean into the air.
"Kyaaaaah...!!!!♥"
It was a completely merciless lift — deliberately so, it seemed. A bit of theatrical flair. Min-jung let out a cute little scream like a twenty-something girl on a carnival ride.
"How's that, Auntie? Looking like this, every problem's solved, right?"
The position he had created was a reverse standing carry. A normal standing carry would have the woman facing the man as he lifted her. Right now, Min-jung was being held with the back of her head presented to him, her crotch spread wide open.
"You're ridiculously light, Auntie. Even if you awakened, your weight didn't change — you're light as a feather."
"So I just walk while holding you like this."
In this position there was no need to break the insertion, and no need for the two of them to waddle along awkwardly while still connected. Min-jung would point the way, and Tae-yang — carrying her — would simply walk there.
"What do you think, Auntie? Pretty fucking incredible position, right? Not just anyone can pull this off. Unless a guy has a cock as ridiculously huge as mine, the dick just slips right out."
Tae-yang radiated considerable pride in the pose — and he had every right to. As he said, reverse standing carry was a position even most well-endowed men would struggle to attempt. All the more so when the partner was a woman as spectacular as Kim Min-jung. Her ass was so lush and full that in a position like this, an ordinary man's cock would have a hard time maintaining full insertion through all that thick hip flesh. But Tae-yang's dick was a 26-centimeter super-extra-large specimen — it punched straight through the soft guard of her plump ass and held the insertion beautifully.
"Hnnnnn...! Hnnnnn...! This is too much... Tae-yang, too much... hnnnnn...!"
Tremble..! Tremble...! Tremble...! Tremble...!
Min-jung covered her face with both hands. Her voice shook as she pleaded with shame and mortification. And it wasn't just words — her entire body was trembling. She was being held aloft with her legs spread frog-wide, a man's cock still buried in her pussy, facing forward. And they were still in the living room. The sense of transgression was so intense that not only her face but her whole body had flushed scarlet.