[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 276 (Mom, Seyoung)

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Mom was constantly glancing towards Se-young, wearing a troubled expression.

Shi-woo subtly looked down at Mom’s purple skirt, recalling the lewd phrases he’d written on her bare skin last night.

Shi-woo had written the phrase, ‘Son’s exclusive whore vagina,’ along with an arrow pointing towards her crotch, on Mom’s stomach while she was passed out.

Shi-woo had also branded his initials like a tattoo on the inside of her thigh, in the exact same spot where Se-hee Noona had gotten hers.

What did Mom feel when she woke up in the morning and saw the lewd messages her son had written on her body?

Beneath Mom’s T-shirt and skirt, on her white skin, the sentences in red ink that Shi-woo had inscribed would remain.

The lewd marks of the night, revealed with just a single layer of clothing removed.

As if intending to personally confirm those lewd marks of the night etched onto Mom once more,

He gripped her skirt at the waist with both hands and slowly folded it upwards.

Mom’s purple skirt gradually shortened, revealing her pristine white skin below the knees.

Soon, the red letters Shi-woo had written on the front of Mom’s thigh began to be exposed.

‘Don’t erase it, wear it like this all day tomorrow.’

As expected, the letters Shi-woo had written were drawn on Mom’s thigh without a single typo.

Mom seemed unable to refuse most of Shi-woo’s commands now.

Was she feeling humiliating pleasure and excitement by complying with Shi-woo’s unreasonably demanding orders?

In the kitchen where breakfast was being prepared, the sense of normalcy between Mom and son was gradually fading…

“U-um… the water’s boiling in the pot~!”

Mom suddenly spoke to Shi-woo in an almost pleading tone.

However, Shi-woo ignored Mom’s plea and continued what he was doing.

The hem of the skirt had already risen to the triangular mound of her crotch.

Mom’s vaginal fluids were flowing from the shadowy crevice beneath the skirt.

Shi-woo’s initials, drawn in red lipstick last night, were visible on the inside of Mom’s thigh.

As if branding a mark of ownership on her white, smooth skin…

Shi-woo brought his finger to the initials written on Mom’s thigh.

Mom’s flowing vaginal fluids were being smeared onto the red letters.

“I can do it here~ my initial tattoo~”

Shi-woo whispered into Mom’s ear in a small voice.

“…D-dangerous… Shi-woo-ya…”

Mom pushed Shi-woo away, looking flustered.

Shi-woo found even Mom’s resistance endearing.

Shi-woo had come to think that even Mom’s words of refusal were just acting to heighten his excitement.

Shi-woo glanced towards Se-young, assessing the situation.

Se-young still seemed to be rummaging through the vegetable section of the refrigerator.

Shi-woo gripped Mom’s skirt with both hands and lifted it straight up to her waist.

Mom’s pelvis, buttocks, and the intimate area of her crotch were exposed all at once.

Mom, startled and not knowing what to do, twisted her body as if asking to be released from Shi-woo’s grasp.

“Should I show Se-young? That Mom is mine now! I don’t mind~”

Shi-woo spoke once more in a whispering voice into Mom’s ear.

Shi-woo wondered what would happen if he really showed Se-young the scene of him violating Mom, and the sentences written like a slave’s brand.

Shi-woo’s penis, which was touching Mom’s pelvis, became even harder.

Just then, Se-young’s voice was heard from the refrigerator, as if she was about to get up after organizing the vegetables.

-Ttak!

In an instant, a dull metallic sound rang out and Shi-woo’s vision flashed.

“Ahyat!”

Shi-woo dropped Mom’s purple skirt that he had been lifting.

Shi-woo covered the area near the crown of his head with both hands, where he immediately felt pain.

“You! Didn’t Mom clearly tell you yesterday not to eat the side dishes like that?!”

Mom shouted loudly at Shi-woo, who was clutching his head.

Mom was bringing up something he’d never heard about side dishes, scolding Shi-woo for something he hadn’t even done.

In Mom’s right hand was the ladle she had used to hit Shi-woo.

Shi-woo, standing about a step away from Mom, clutched his head with both hands, wearing an aggrieved expression.

“N-no… I… that’s…”

Shi-woo seemed very flustered by Mom’s unexpected behavior.

Shi-woo stammered and mumbled, unable to get the words out.

“Oppa~~ Stop bothering Mom now~!!”

Se-young, who had returned to Mom and Shi-woo with vegetables in a plastic bag from the refrigerator, said with a pitiful expression.

One of Se-young’s breasts and her prominent pink nipples were still exposed, barely visible beneath the chest fabric of her dress with the shoulder strap loosened.

Shi-woo, feeling dazed, clutched his head and gave a wry smile as he looked back and forth between Mom and Se-young.

Shi-woo looked at this comedy-like situation that Mom, Se-young, and he were creating from a step back, as if observing from a third-person perspective.

Probably a comical and suggestive 19+ rated comedy.

“Shi-woo, if you’re awake, don’t disturb the cooking and go wash up! You have to prepare to go out with Se-young today, too!”

Mom was nagging Shi-woo.

“A-alright~!”

Shi-woo answered, rubbing the area of his head that had been hit, looking awkward.

**

Shi-woo headed to the shower room on the first floor.

Enduring the throbbing pain that made him want to cry, Shi-woo checked the hit area in the mirror in the changing room.

A large, bulging bump had formed on Shi-woo’s head.

Even though she wasn’t wearing panties as he had ordered…

Even though she hadn’t erased the sentences in red ink that Shi-woo had written on her thighs and stomach like a slave’s mark…

And on top of that, that bitch who was reacting to him and dripping lewd fluids from her vagina…

A resentful feeling and sadistic desire towards Mom seemed to surge in Shi-woo’s chest.

Shi-woo thought that he would have to punish Mom thoroughly tonight with merciless piston movements.

Shi-woo took off all his clothes and stood in front of the shower room glass door, reflecting his entire body.

Although he had faltered because of the pain in his head, Shi-woo’s penis was still largely erect.

Se-young’s breasts, which had begun to develop and were gradually exuding sexiness.

In particular, the pink nipples located in the center of her breasts stimulated Shi-woo’s lust and made him feel excited.

Se-young wasn’t wearing a bra.

When Shi-woo loosened her shoulder strap to check, Se-young didn’t resist or show any signs of refusal, even though she knew her breasts would be exposed.

Just like when Shi-woo’s erect penis touched her body, but she pretended not to notice…

The two women were now not wearing bras and panties, respectively, as Shi-woo had ordered.

Se-young’s not wearing a bra might be because it was morning.

She might have suddenly felt like she didn’t want to wear a bra due to a sudden whim, or she might have really forgotten.

But even so, Se-young’s questionable actions and attitudes that she had shown today, and until now, seemed to have finally led Shi-woo to find an answer close to certainty.

Not only Mom, but Se-young was clearly enjoying the deceptive family role-playing with Shi-woo…

Whispering words to Shi-woo with sentences that crossed the line, or exposing her body, or nonchalantly brushing off the sexual skinship she had with Shi-woo.

If it was Se-young now, she might pretend not to notice Shi-woo’s molestation until the end.

Although she wasn’t trained from a young age like Soo-ah, Se-young had clearly been greatly influenced by Seon-ju Imo and Teacher Yoo Ye-na.

Shi-woo, who had been lost in thought for a moment, approached the washing machine as if something had come to mind.

Shi-woo opened the lid and rummaged through the laundry piled up in the washing machine.

Soon, the item Shi-woo was looking for popped out from inside the washing machine.

Se-young’s panties, which she had been wearing last night, were buried inside the clothes.

Shi-woo took out Se-young’s panties and smelled them.

A sour smell wafted from Se-young’s panties, which were still damp, tickling Shi-woo’s nose.

The memories of last night came to mind, and Shi-woo’s erect penis swelled even harder.

Shi-woo wrapped his massively swollen penis with Se-young’s wet panties and shook it up and down as if trying to calm his mind.

-Ttak! Ttak! Ttak! Ttak!

Soon, a familiar sensation of pleasure spread from the shaft of Shi-woo’s penis to his entire body.

Shi-woo’s figure, shaking his penis and masturbating, was reflected vividly on the shower room glass door.

**

Shi-woo uploaded a photo he had taken yesterday to the chat room with Mom, as if trying to remind her of the relationship they had last night.

A humiliating photo he had taken with Se-young’s panties placed over Mom’s face instead of an eye mask.

The number next to the photo uploaded to the chat room soon disappeared.

As soon as he confirmed that the number had disappeared, Shi-woo continued to write a message to Mom.

“What kind of slave hits their master’s head like that?! Mom, you’re going to have to be punished by me today!”

Shi-woo wrote a message to Mom, complaining about his unfairness and warning her.