Watching Auntie Min-jung Go Wild Impaled on My Cock, Park A-young Confessed Her Feelings [Park A-young Realizes She Has a Stepdad][2]
"What the hell??? When I checked before, the recording wasn't even on????"
Click! Click-click-click-click-click! Click-click-click-click!
Confirming that the CCTV footage had been recorded, Park A-young hammered away at the keyboard with eyes gone wide as saucers.
The bunker did have a CCTV recording function built in by default. But A-young's side had never activated it. In the early days, conserving power had been a necessity. That was why she'd been certain the recording feature wasn't running — and yet the main control room's central computer was now telling her that CCTV had been recording all the way up through today's date.
Wondering if a system error had cropped up, A-young started checking the programs.
"Ah...!"
She ran a rapid systems check for a few minutes. Then she let out a soft little gasp, as if she'd just figured out the reason.
Right — when the main power came online, some of the systems reset. The CCTV system must have reset then too and switched itself on automatically.
A reset list did pop up at the time, but I never looked into the specifics. So that's when it turned on.
A-young had left the CCTV recording function off to save power. But the activation of the main power had reset a whole swath of programs. So contrary to what she believed, CCTV recording had been running from that point onward.
Hmm. So that means I've ended up with Tae-yang's jack-off footage without him even knowing?
A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. What a spectacular golden goblin jackpot she'd stumbled into.
And if you really thought about it, Geum Tae-yang's trait — Exceptional Senses — had never lied to him. What that trait could read was only A-young's state of awareness, not the actual factual status of the CCTV recordings. Since A-young herself had believed there was no footage, Exceptional Senses had simply relayed that belief to Tae-yang as-is.
Either way, Geum Tae-yang was completely fucked.
Shall I take a little look? Just how hard was that bastard sweating in that corner while he jerked it?
And the CCTV quality in here is ridiculously good, too.
Click! Click-click-click-click-click! Swipe! Swipe...
A-young's intellectual hunger flared to life. Mouth curled into a wicked little smile, she worked the keyboard and mouse with relish. Watching her rival Geum Tae-yang's beastly self-pleasure session felt like planting herself one step above him — a pure hit of catharsis.
Oh! Here it is — today's recording.
It was past midnight now. Strictly speaking, that made it yesterday's recording. And A-young finally had it in her hands.
"I'm only doing this for you, Tae-yang. If I'm gonna help you jerk off properly, shouldn't I actually know what I'm dealing with?"
The thought of opening that forbidden Pandora's box pricked her conscience just enough that she muttered the rationalization under her breath. And then Park A-young opened the box.
".......!!!.....???????"
She already knew from the numerical data roughly what time the heat had spiked, and where. So she jumped straight to that segment and hit play. The moment the footage started rolling, A-young's expression rode a roller coaster so violent it was almost savage.
[Khhhuuuh! Kkeuut! Hhuuuh!! Feels so good!! So fucking good!! Nnhhhhaaah!!]
[Ssshhhhh...! Ssshh..! Ssshhhhhh...!]
There he was on the screen, exactly as A-young had expected — Geum Tae-yang. Stark naked Geum Tae-yang, pouring sweat in a frenzy for the sake of his prostate pleasure, just as she'd imagined.
[Hnhh! Hhnnngh!! Hhaaaah!! Khhhaaaah!! Tae-yang...! I love you, Tae-yang...! Hhaaaaah...!!]
[T-hhhuut! Khhhuuut!! I love you, Auntie! I'm crazy about you too!! Khhhuuut!!]
But there was a difference. No — a difference so glaring it was impossible to miss. Geum Tae-yang was not alone.
Calling it "not alone" barely covered it. Why was that person there with him? And beyond merely being there — why was she tangled up with Geum Tae-yang, writhing in animal pleasure? The footage raised question marks by the dozen.
"Mom...? That... that's Mom, right...?"
It was Kim Min-jung. Sharp as she was, A-young recognized her instantly. If the CCTV quality had been garbage she might have rubbed her eyes and looked again — but as A-young herself had just been crowing, Park Do-chul's bunker CCTV was top-tier. Not just the picture quality, either. There was audio.
Putting every scrap of information together, the woman being ravaged in reverse cowgirl with Geum Tae-yang's cock buried in her pussy was unmistakably Park A-young's mother, Kim Min-jung.
"......"
Having confirmed it beyond any doubt, A-young sat there with a blank, hollowed-out expression and kept watching the two of them fuck. Her face was hard to read. Was she stunned senseless by her mother's filthy display? Or was it the betrayal of discovering that Geum Tae-yang and her mother had been carrying on behind her back? It was impossible to tell.
"That's... supposed to be my mom...?"
[Haaannngh!!! Hhaaang!! Tae-yang, yours...! Yours is incredible...! Haaannngh!! Hngh! Hhnnngh!!]
Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!!
Jiggle!! Jiggle!! Jiggle!! Jiggle!! Jiggle!!
"She's that passionate...?"
That was it. The reason A-young sat frozen with her soul half-out of her body was the sheer shock of seeing her mother fully, actively, energetically enjoying sex.
[Hhaaannngh!! It feels so good...!! Auntie's so happy, Tae-yang...! I love you...! Hhaaaaang!!]
Bounce!! Bounce!! Rock!! Rock!! Bounce!! Rock!!
She had that 26-centimeter, F-killer-can cock speared into her pussy in reverse cowgirl, and she was rolling her hips with practiced skill — Kim Min-jung, the very picture of a woman happily savoring sex with the man she loved.
"My mom was always just looking after me, never saying a word back to Dad... even when she was angry she'd just cry on the inside... and she's... that passionate...?"
Tsundere Park A-young carried a deep well of guilt toward her mother, Kim Min-jung. She believed Min-jung's attempt at divorce had failed because of her, and that her mother had suffered for it ever since. But her nature was too soft. As a teenager, A-young had never found the courage to show that guilt outwardly. Instead she'd cast herself as the bad girl and run from it — like a child who, after doing something wrong, starts hitting herself. Her half-delinquent lifestyle had been the punishment she'd handed down to herself.
And now, before her eyes, was Kim Min-jung free of Park Do-chul's shadow. The sight was startling, strange, bewildering — and strangely moving.
"She really likes him... my mom..."
And she could feel the happiness in it. This wasn't just the pleasure of sex. Through the man she was joined with, Park A-young's mother Kim Min-jung was feeling a human, genuine happiness.
"I never managed to give her happiness like that..."
To Kim Min-jung, Park A-young had been a sore finger and an Achilles' heel all at once. She'd fretted endlessly over whether her daughter might get hurt. Watching that, A-young had come to believe she was someone who simply couldn't make her mother happy. As a child she'd been the chain that bound Min-jung to Park Do-chul; as she grew up she'd felt herself register only as a source of worry. So whenever she got the chance, A-young would put on a self-flagellating act in front of Kim Min-jung.
That happiness of Min-jung's — the happiness that had always seemed so distant to her own flesh-and-blood daughter — was unfolding right there on the CCTV footage.
[T-hhhuut!! Auntie!! Auntie's pussy tastes so fucking good!! I'm gonna lose my mind!! Nnhhhhuuut!!]
[—Plap!! Plap!! Thud!! Squelch!! Plap!! Plap! Thud!! Thud!! Schlick!!]
[Ssshhhhh...! Ssshh...! Ssshhhhhh...!]
"You fucking bastard... you're ridiculously good at this... you're literally melting my mom's pussy..."
A-young looked at the one currently delivering that happiness to Kim Min-jung. Geum Tae-yang. Pouring sweat, hammering his physical power into her from reverse cowgirl, loving Kim Min-jung's pussy with everything he had. His eyes, his moans, his every movement overflowed with tenderness and love for her.
[My Auntie's back is beautiful too!♥ Mwah!♥ Smack!♥ Even her sweat tastes good!♥ Slurp!♥ Hhhrrrlp!♥]
"He's gonna suck her dry until there's nothing left of my mom..."
This wasn't someone chasing prostate pleasure or visual thrills or the simple joy of touching. This was Geum Tae-yang thrashing to feel the existence that was Kim Min-jung.
[Hhaaaaaaah!! Me too!! I want to kiss you too!! Hhaaannngh!!]
[Greedy! Greedy Auntie Min-jung!! You're already kissing me with your lower half! Kkkeuuuut!!]
"They look good together, the two of them..."
Geum Tae-yang wanting Kim Min-jung to the point of madness, and Kim Min-jung melting endlessly into that Geum Tae-yang. Calling them a match made in heaven wouldn't have been an overstatement.
"I already knew they looked good together,"
No one had watched Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung longer than Park A-young. Their personalities, their looks, their styles — she knew how perfectly they fit. When they walked side by side, people often assumed the two of them were a couple.
"I knew Tae-yang liked Mom, too. And... Mom also..."
Having watched them so closely, sharp-eyed and sharp-minded A-young couldn't possibly have missed the feelings running deep inside Kim Min-jung and Geum Tae-yang. She'd grown up already knowing those two were drawn to each other.
"But... I like Tae-yang too..."
She was the kind of girl who put her whole heart into teasing Geum Tae-yang. Under normal circumstances she would have brought it up and needled him every chance she got. But she'd stayed quiet. Because she herself had liked Geum Tae-yang since they were little. She'd liked him since they were tiny kids — and then that same Geum Tae-yang had liked her mother and treated her so well that tsundere Park A-young had no choice but to shrink herself down between them.
"He's cumming like a fucking firehose, that bastard... looks like he's doing it without a condom?"
For hours after that, Park A-young rewound and rewatched Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung's sex over and over again.
"Khhhuuuuut!! Hhuuuuut!! Auntie, I'm gonna cum!! I can't hold it!!! T-hhhuuuuuuut!!!"
—Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!!
—Plap!! Plap!! Thud!! Thud!! Plap!! Plap!! —Plap!! Squelch!! Plap!! Schlick!! Thud!! Plap!!
At that same moment, Geum Tae-yang — who had been fucking Kim Min-jung like a man possessed — cried out under a climax so intense it threatened to break him.
"Hnhh!! Hhnnngh!! Cum...! Give me lots, my beloved Tae-yang...! Hhnnnnngh!!"
Daughter-obsessed idiot mother Kim Min-jung, with no idea her daughter was watching, eagerly begged for her younger lover's cock-cream.
"Khhhuuuuuuuuuuut!!!"
Bwoooooosh!! Pssssshhh!! Thrrrrrob!! Thrrrrrob!!
Geum Tae-yang's thick ropes of cum erupted on the spot.
"Hhaang! Haang!! Hhaaaaaaang!!"
Psssssshhh!!!♥ Pssssssshhh!!♥
Kim Min-jung, too, let out a shattering moan as she sprayed a clear, sparkling squirt. Their hearts had already become one, and now their bodies joined them — hot cock-cream and clear squirt uniting in a simultaneous climax with nothing held back.
"You're so beautiful, my husband... so, so beautiful..."
Stroke... stroke... stroke...
"Haha!"
After that love-soaked, ferocious sex, milf-mama Kim Min-jung devoted herself entirely to holding Geum Tae-yang. Cradling the naked 189-centimeter, 105-kilogram man in her arms, she stroked his head with tender care.
"Hm???"
Then, mid-caress, Kim Min-jung's eyes went round — as if she'd just discovered something unexpected.