Building a Friendly Family 88

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“But, wouldn’t it be okay not to call Soo-ah?”

Shi-woo said, looking down at Seon-ju Imo with a mischievous tone.

Shi-woo inserted his penis between Seon-ju Imo’s breasts, pressed them together with both hands, and slowly moved back and forth.

Shi-woo moved his waist back and forth, gently rubbing the nipples of the gathered breasts with his fingers.

Each time Shi-woo moved his waist back and forth, the tip of his glans lightly touched Seon-ju Imo’s chin and cheeks.

“Huh? Soo… Soo-ah? Why Soo-ah?”

Seon-ju Imo was flustered when Soo-ah’s name came out of Shi-woo’s mouth again while her chin and cheeks were being hit by his glans.

“You’re not going straight home, are you? You should call Soo-ah and let her know you’ll be late so she doesn’t worry!! She’s your daughter!!”

Shi-woo emphasized the word ‘daughter,’ as if trying to remind her of the lewd remarks about Soo-ah that he had whispered while pretending to have sex earlier.

Shi-woo was thinking of freely humiliating and tormenting Seon-ju Imo while she was on the phone with Soo-ah, just like he had sucked on Seon-ju Imo’s breasts while she was talking to Mom.

Shi-woo’s caresses while Seon-ju Imo was talking to Mom…

Although Seon-ju Imo’s voice became louder as she impatiently lost her temper during the call with Mom, Shi-woo was certain that Seon-ju Imo was also thoroughly enjoying the thrill of that precarious situation, as if she were walking a tightrope.

Seon-ju Imo was also a person with a submissive disposition, just like Mom or Gyu-ri Ajumma.

From the heat-filled body odor that seemed to vaporize from Seon-ju Imo’s body…

From the subtle trembling in her voice that leaked out as if suppressed in her mouth…

Shi-woo’s instinctive sense of a ruler, inherent within him, was clearly telling him that fact.

As if demanding an answer, Shi-woo strongly grabbed and twisted Seon-ju Imo’s large breasts.

“Ugh… Th… Then… Shall I try calling her? Would it be good to talk to Soo-ah?”

Seon-ju Imo answered as if complying with Shi-woo’s authority.

Shi-woo released the strength in his hand that was grabbing her breasts and began to stroke Seon-ju Imo’s nipples with the tip of his thumb.

“Haaaah~”

A deep sigh from Seon-ju Imo, it was unclear whether it was relief from the oppressive touch or a reaction to the stimulating caress.

The glans protruding from the end of the penis shaft inserted between her breasts was still humiliatingly tapping Seon-ju Imo’s chin and cheeks.

-While smearing the leaking Cowper’s fluid all over Seon-ju Imo’s chin, cheeks, and lips-

**

Seon-ju Imo picked up her smartphone and called Soo-ah.

“Put it on speakerphone!!”

Shi-woo said briefly to Seon-ju Imo as if giving an order.

“Okay… I understand… You mean put it on speakerphone, right?”

Seon-ju Imo obediently answered Shi-woo and pressed the speaker button on the smartphone’s call screen.

The ringing tone signaling the call to Soo-ah loudly echoed from the smartphone held in Seon-ju Imo’s hand.

Shi-woo stroked Seon-ju Imo’s head as if praising a well-behaved child.

Before she knew it, Shi-woo’s penis had left the space between Seon-ju Imo’s breasts and was now placed on Seon-ju Imo’s cheek.

With his massive penis placed on Seon-ju Imo’s cheek, Shi-woo picked it up and tapped it as if throwing it.

Seon-ju Imo’s eyes were unfocused, as if intoxicated by Shi-woo’s humiliating disciplinary action.

“But what if we keep doing this and it becomes a habit because it feels so good? Kikik.”

Seon-ju Imo said to Shi-woo, her body constantly trembling uncontrollably, as if she was very pleased with the new game they had accidentally discovered.

“Just make it a habit to do it every day~! Seriously, the women in this house worry too much about useless things!!”

Shi-woo laid his body over Seon-ju Imo’s body, then went down and began to suck on Seon-ju Imo’s breasts.

“Heuht… Haaht…”

Seon-ju Imo made a surprised sound at Shi-woo’s sudden action.

The ringing tone was interrupted, and Soo-ah’s voice was heard.

**

“Mom?”

Soo-ah’s voice as she answered the phone.

“Heuheung~ My daughter~ Did you have a good day at school? …What are you doing now?”

Seon-ju Imo tried her best to greet her daughter as usual while Shi-woo sucked on her breasts.

“Yeah… I just finished eating chicken porridge that Seon-mi Imo bought me, and I’m doing homework with Se-young right now…”

Soo-ah’s cheerful voice was heard for a long time.

Shi-woo gathered Seon-ju Imo’s nipples together and focused on attacking them with one bite.

“Oh… Haa… Is that so? Is everything alright?”

Seon-ju Imo barely managed to speak while enduring Shi-woo’s caresses.

“Yeah, everything’s fine~ Mom, are you still at Shi-woo Oppa’s house?”

Soo-ah’s voice continued the conversation with her mother normally.

Shi-woo slowly moved his mouth towards Seon-ju Imo’s genitals below.

Shi-woo’s tongue passed over Seon-ju Imo’s stomach and the front of her pelvis, down to the area near her pubic bone below her smoothly groomed crotch.

“Oh… That’s right, at Shi-woo Oppa’s… Um… It seems like it’ll take a little… Ugh… longer for Mom to get home?”

Seon-ju Imo was speaking while exhaling short breaths in between.

As Shi-woo’s tongue gradually touched the stimulating parts of her body, Seon-ju Imo’s voice seemed to be twisting little by little.

Shi-woo slightly spread Seon-ju Imo’s legs and entered between them, diligently licking the area around the entrance of Seon-ju Imo’s crevice-like cave with his tongue.

“Then are you coming home late today? How late? Mom, but why does your voice sound like that?”

Soo-ah asked, sounding suspicious, as if she had noticed that her mother’s voice sounded a little strange.

Soo-ah’s voice, suspecting her mother’s voice, seemed to be a great stimulant for Shi-woo.

“Oh~ Mom is getting something that feels good from Shi-woo Oppa right now? Heuht…”

Seon-ju Imo answered while receiving Shi-woo’s cunnilingus.

Shi-woo was persistently licking and rolling Seon-ju Imo’s clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

“Something that feels good?”

“Yeah… A massage…!! Shi-woo Oppa said he would give me one before… I said I was tired from standing all day today… so he said he would give me one… So, haht~ But… Shi-woo’s massage skills are so good… too strong… Heoeo… Doing it like that… Eun… Shi… Shi-woo-ya~!!”

Seon-ju Imo’s body trembled convulsively as she reached her climax.

Seon-ju Imo was letting Soo-ah hear her moans as she reached her climax, adding a long explanation without Shi-woo even telling her to.

“Mom, are you okay?”

Soo-ah said, sounding worried about her mother.

“Eueung… Mom is okay~ Haa~ Later, Soo-ah, ask Shi-woo Oppa to give you a massage too… It feels so good, you know?”

Seon-ju Imo said to Soo-ah, her eyes unfocused, while twitching and trembling.

Seon-ju Imo looked at Shi-woo with a desperate expression.

It seemed like she was trying to get Shi-woo’s permission to end the call with her daughter.

Shi-woo nodded with a satisfied expression.

“Oh… Anyway… Mom might be late today, so don’t worry and go to sleep quickly~ Okay?”

Seon-ju Imo spoke hastily and quickly hung up the phone before Soo-ah could even answer.

**

Seon-ju Imo put her smartphone aside and was trying to catch her breath, enjoying the afterglow of her climax.

Seon-ju Imo had barely finished the call with her daughter, suppressing her moans as if she was in trouble from Shi-woo’s caresses – although she ended up bursting out anyway.

Seon-ju Imo had just valued Shi-woo’s instructions and commands much more than her bond or attachment to her daughter.

Shi-woo couldn’t bear how admirable and lovely Seon-ju Imo was.

He climbed on top of Seon-ju Imo, put his arm under her neck, and hugged her tightly as if restraining her.

And then, he performed the kiss that he had learned from Se-hee Noona on Seon-ju Imo’s neck, cheeks, and lips.

Shi-woo’s kiss started softly, rubbing her lips and tickling her.

Seon-ju Imo’s body was heating up again without even having time to catch her breath after her climax, due to Shi-woo’s melting technique.

Shi-woo made a resolution in his heart to drive Seon-ju Imo to the brink of death with climax after climax this evening.

Along with the determination to make sure to impregnate Seon-ju Imo…

“I really hope it’s a daughter who looks like Seon-ju.”

Shi-woo quietly whispered his true feelings in Seon-ju Imo’s ear.

Seon-ju Imo hugged Shi-woo’s back with both arms and opened her lips to Shi-woo.

“Chuuup~ Oop chuup~”

The lewd and wet sound of their lips interchanging filled the living room.

The tip of Shi-woo’s fully erect member was aligned with the entrance of Seon-ju Imo’s cave.

Now, Shi-woo was about to achieve his second union with Seon-ju Imo, a union that even connected their hearts.

Shi-woo’s glans slowly entered the gap between Seon-ju Imo’s lips.

**

At that moment,

-Thud!!

The sound of Shi-woo’s house gate opening and closing was heard loudly.

The two people, startled as if time had stopped, looked at each other with wide eyes.

A few seconds of silence…

“……!”

“……!!”

“……!!!”

“Shi… Shi-woo-ya, move away!!”

Seon-ju Imo’s urgent voice broke the silence, sounding flustered.

Seon-ju Imo pushed Shi-woo away and stood up.

“Huh? Uh!”

Shi-woo was pushed away so easily by Seon-ju Imo’s strength.

Seon-ju Imo picked up the linen skirt and smartphone that had fallen on the floor and quickly ran into the shower room.

Shi-woo was dumbfounded by the events that had unfolded in an instant.

Shi-woo tried to regain his senses and looked around.

Scattered clothes, a soaked carpet and floor.

The smell of lust filled the living room.

Someone was trying to enter the house.

‘I have to do something…’

Shi-woo picked up the pants he had taken off on the floor and put them on.

And he stuffed Seon-ju Imo’s orange panties that were lying around into his pocket.

There was no way to calm his erection right away.

Just as he was thinking about how to clean up the stains on the floor, the front door opened.

“Shi-woo-ya, I’m home~”

Se-hee Noona entered through the front door, carrying white plastic bags in both hands.

“Oh… Se-hee Noona?”

Shi-woo answered absentmindedly from the living room.

“Oh? Is Seon-ju Imo here?”

Se-hee Noona asked, seeing Seon-ju Imo’s pink high heels in the hallway.

Se-hee Noona took off her shoes and entered the house.

Se-hee Noona’s eyes met Shi-woo’s, who was kneeling awkwardly on the living room floor.

The sound of water in the shower room.

The messy and cluttered living room scene.

And the hot, steamy smell of a man and woman’s lewd bodily fluids.

Shi-woo’s face looked flustered.

Se-hee Noona’s expression was gradually hardening.