The Virgin Daughter Soaks Herself Peeping on Stepdad and MILF Mom's Filthy Sex [Park A-young Begins to Awaken to Sex][1]
Is that really my mom who was so shy in front of me just a little while ago???? How the hell has she been holding it in all this time????
Park A-young stood behind the door of the first-floor living-room shower, listening to the raw sounds of Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung's lovemaking, her round eyes wide with disbelief as she stuck out her tongue.
Of course, over the past few days she had rewatched the CCTV footage of Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung having sex more times than she could count. But hearing it live was a completely different experience.
I made a stethoscope just in case, and the thing actually works pretty well...
Park A-young had claimed she was going to bed early after overdoing it the night before — that had been a lie. More accurately, it had been a trap. The fact that she had even prepared a stethoscope made her intentions perfectly clear.
I did clear the way for them to go at it as much as they wanted, but I never thought they'd go this hard... Then again, they were already like that in the warehouse...
She shook her head over and over, as if the reality before her ears truly exceeded anything she could have imagined.
Having awakened her mother Kim Min-jung to the concept of sexual fantasy and even shared Geum Tae-yang's porn videos with her, Park A-young had wanted her mother — who was finally taking her first steps toward change — to be able to have sex without constantly watching over her shoulder. But her innate curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she had decided to eavesdrop just a little. What she got instead blew past her expectations and imagination by two hundred percent.
"Khhhuuuuhhh!!! Ajumma... my cum just splattered all over that prettiest face in the world of yours... Khhhuuuhhh...!!"
Thick spurts of semen pulsed out in heavy, wet bursts.
Completely unaware that Park A-young was listening, Geum Tae-yang was unleashing his natural perversion with filthy talk. His first climax in the shower was beginning to subside — but the load he had already unleashed had thoroughly defiled the face of Kim Min-jung, who had just given him a breastjob.
Geum Tae-yang looked down at that wrecked, beautiful mess and savored every second of it with a groan thick with afterglow.
"Is my face really that pretty...? It doesn't look weird, Tae-yang...?"
Soft, wet slaps of flesh on flesh continued — gentle, careful, devoted.
Proper-wife Kim Min-jung was truly by the book. She never neglected her husband's aftercare. Even as Geum Tae-yang's orgasm was winding down, she kept working her breasts around him, matching the fading spurts and the slow clenching of his prostate with a softer, more meticulous rhythm. At the same time, her face still glazed with his cum, she looked up at her husband shyly and asked whether what he had just said was true.
She was still a woman, after all — overflowing with the desire to be not only a beloved wife to her husband, but a beautiful one.
Khhhuuuuhhh...!!! She's so goddamn cute... How can she look like that and still be this adorable and lovable!!
Geum Tae-yang, who had been dominating Kim Min-jung with a crude edge only moments before, now gazed at her with a full-body shiver of pure fondness. Honestly, the way Kim Min-jung looked right now was a long way from conventional beauty. She had thrown every thought of her own appearance out the window and given everything she had for Geum Tae-yang's pleasure — thrashing her body without restraint, then finishing with a frenzied breastjob. Her updo was thoroughly mussed. She was drenched in sweat. And on top of all that, Geum Tae-yang's cum had been painted across her face.
She looks like some pure country wife deep in the mountains who has no idea how pretty she is... A woman that innocent, completely wrecked because of me, still wanting to hear me call her beautiful...
But love had nothing to do with mathematical or logical standards of beauty. It was an aesthetic of pure intuition — rose-tinted glasses mixed with the story two people had built together. Geum Tae-yang was completely undone by the simple earnestness of a forty-two-year-old MILF trying so hard to be loved by her twenty-one-year-old husband.
"Of course you're the prettiest woman in the world, Ajumma. You're mine. And because you're mine, I marked you like this. This woman is my woman."
Geum Tae-yang delivered a line that not only filled Kim Min-jung's need but also fed his own hunger for conquest. Kim Min-jung had little interest in being called pretty in the ordinary sense — she had heard that until her eardrums were worn thin. What she wanted was to be the female who belonged to Geum Tae-yang. And he had hit that need perfectly.
"Haaauuuhhh...! Haaauuung...! I love that...! I love hearing that I'm yours so much... Haaauuuhhh...!"
Her breasts bounced and slapped wetly as she worked them with renewed passion, utterly undone by the words.
Kim Min-jung was a woman who had been that happy just from having a small conversation with her daughter again. The life she wanted was that simple and modest. She just wanted to live with a husband who loved her completely and raise children she would never want to take her eyes off of.
I'm so happy... I never even dreamed a day like today would come... Talking with A-young for so long... and Tae-yang loving me like this, the same as always... Hiiiuuuhhh...
That modest dream had once seemed like something that would never arrive in her lifetime. Maybe that was why she had once asked little Geum Tae-yang to be husband and wife in the next world. Back then, she had only wanted to preserve whatever scrap of a family she had managed to hold onto. But after the apocalypse began, she had achieved the ultimate dream buried deep in her heart. The vibrant energy in her body now was the pure expression of that joy.
"Tthhuuuuhhh...!! Khhuh...! Hhhhuuuuhhh...! Kkeuooouuuuhhh...!"
Having made his wife this happy, the man who claimed the title of husband naturally had to take full responsibility for the result. Geum Tae-yang did not dodge the loving movements Kim Min-jung began to pour out — he took every single one of them. For each sincere, joy-filled motion of his wife's body, he answered with a beast-like roar.
That fucking idiot Park Do-chul!!! That incomprehensible piece of shit!!! How the hell do you live like that when you've got a woman this lovable under you!! You absolute fucking moron!!!! Khhhuuuuhhh!!!
Whenever he saw Kim Min-jung this drunk on love, Geum Tae-yang was left speechless by the sheer stupidity of the man named Park Do-chul. One part of that reaction was the fact that the man had held the most precious jewel in the world and never understood its value. The other was pure rage at how thoroughly he had isolated a woman like Kim Min-jung — a woman who seemed like she could not survive a single day without love.
"These tits are mine too!! This ass is mine too!! All of it is mine!! Everything about Min-jung Ajumma belongs to this Geum Tae-yang!! Khhhuuh!! I love it so much!! I love Min-jung Ajumma so much!!!"
His hands kneaded and groped and squeezed without pause.
But Geum Tae-yang never let those darker feelings show in front of Kim Min-jung. That was not the emotional state she wanted. So whenever those thoughts rose up, he simply poured even more explosive possessiveness onto her instead. He spread his legs slightly and bent at the waist into a ridiculous posture, then groped the breasts and ass of Kim Min-jung, who was still working her chest around him — a madman's territorial claim, complete with handprint seals after the cum-marking.
Wet, hungry sucking sounds filled the shower as Kim Min-jung, freshly certified as Geum Tae-yang's woman, suddenly stopped her breastjob. Without warning she began sucking her husband's cock instead, while her left hand worked furiously at her own pussy.
Haaauuuhhh...! Hhuuung...! I want to taste Tae-yang's cock so bad...! I'm going to take it inside me right now...! Hwaaauuung...!
It was a posture born of pure, mounting lust for sex with Geum Tae-yang. All the preparation was already done — she could have demanded penetration right then without any problem. But Geum Tae-yang's cock was simply that enormous. No matter how exceptional Kim Min-jung's pussy was, and no matter that they had already done this dozens of times, she still needed thorough stimulation first.
My sweet Tae-yang... Hhuuuuhhh...! I'm going to get myself ready so he can play with my body even more... I'll handle the prep myself... Hwaaauuung...!
She also knew that Geum Tae-yang — a man who was far too considerate of her — would never half-ass that preliminary work. So she was performing both a blowjob to get him fully hard and self-stimulation of her own pussy at the same time, all so he could simply enjoy her breasts and ass.
Watching his wife work so hard because she wanted to have sex with him, Geum Tae-yang began gently cleaning her up — wiping his own cum from Kim Min-jung's face with careful strokes.
"Heheh...!♥"
Sweet, wet sucking sounds poured out as she took him deeper, happier than ever.
Her husband's touch was so tender that Kim Min-jung looked up at his face with a smile in full bloom, then sucked his cock even more sweetly, like ice cream.
"Come on... stand up, Ajumma..."
Sensing the right moment for penetration, Geum Tae-yang helped Kim Min-jung to her feet.
"I love you, Ajumma..."
Then he claimed her lips, knowing full well how much she loved kissing him. No matter how urgent things got, Geum Tae-yang never skipped the kiss.
"Hwaaauung...! Haang...! I love you...! I love you, Tae-yaaang...! Haaung...!"
Just as expected, Kim Min-jung lost her mind completely, drowning in the kiss. Moments earlier she had been fingering her own pussy because she wanted him inside her so badly — and the second her husband kissed her without fail once again, her kiss-addict instincts kicked in. Almost like a conditioned reflex, she clung to his massive body, devouring his mouth, working her lips and tongue against his.
"I've missed this pussy so much all day...! I think I've completely lost my mind over you, Ajumma..."
Wet, slick sounds rose as his fingers worked her open.
"Hwaaauung...!♥ Me too... I've wanted to feel your cock so bad too... Haaauuung...!♥"
His hands stroked and rubbed; hers stroked and rubbed in return.
And so an intimate scene unfolded in raw detail — the husband stimulating his wife's pussy with his hand, the wife stimulating her husband's cock and glans with hers.
"......"
Park A-young was still eavesdropping on that tender lovemaking with her stethoscope pressed to the door.
She swallowed hard.
"Hnnn..."
At the same time, her breathing grew a little rougher. Her cheeks were faintly flushed.
Wow... they're enjoying each other so sweetly, Tae-yang and Mom...
That was it. Everything she had burned into her eyes through the CCTV footage had been just their main event — the two of them already joined, thrusting and cumming for the sake of unloading. In other words, this was the first time she was encountering Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung's foreplay. The main game had been so beastly — and yet in the lead-up, they were soft and clingy and sweet as cotton candy.
Park A-young was twenty-one. To a soft, downy young woman like her, an act of love this tender could only feel even sweeter.
Ah, fuck...!
She bit down hard on her lip, that overwhelmed.
Why the hell am I getting wet...
Ever since moving into the bunker, Park A-young had gone without panties. In that state, the arousal that had built up finally spilled out — her juices soaking through the once-plain gray dolphin shorts and darkening them to a deep, wet gray.