[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 362 (Seonju, Seyoung, Sua)

362

“Huuu…”

Shi-woo, exhaling hot breaths, captures this entire scene with his Smartphone camera.

Shi-woo holds up the Smartphone camera and adjusts the angle, capturing Seon-ju Imo and his younger sisters in the frame from a completely top-down perspective.

Soo-ah and Seon-ju Imo face each other across the penis pillar, diligently licking.

And Se-young, bringing her tongue to the base of the glans and accepting the flowing filth into her mouth.

Shi-woo, watching the figures of his three slaves, smiles with satisfaction, raising the corners of his lips.

**

Below the vertically held rectangular Smartphone screen, Shi-woo’s thigh, dirtied with filth, was faintly visible.

Traces of blasphemy that Seon-ju Imo, who had been holding the saliva of his younger sisters and Shi-woo’s semen, spewed out as if coughing, unable to withstand Shi-woo’s deepthroat.

Shi-woo feels the sadistic emotions that had been directed towards Seon-ju Imo surging up again in that instant.

“Soo-ah, stop licking for a moment, get up and take off the socks you’re wearing on your legs!”

Shi-woo commanded Soo-ah, who was licking his penis, in a cold tone as if scolding her.

Shi-woo’s command to take off the over-the-knee socks Soo-ah was wearing.

Soo-ah, licking Shi-woo’s penis with dazed eyes cast downwards, startles as if surprised, recoiling and taking her mouth away from Shi-woo’s penis.

Turning her head towards Shi-woo’s face, she glances up at Shi-woo, and then, as their eyes meet, she momentarily avoids his gaze as if embarrassed, quickly getting up from her spot.

The Smartphone camera held in Shi-woo’s hand follows Soo-ah’s figure as it is.

Having been licking Shi-woo’s penis with her mouth the whole time, she seemed slightly short of breath, Soo-ah moved her shoulders up and down slightly, steadying her breathing.

Soo-ah takes off the over-the-knee socks she’s wearing one leg at a time, as Shi-woo commanded.

Soo-ah’s fair, long, and smooth legs, which had been hidden inside the over-the-knee socks, are revealed one by one.

Now, Soo-ah’s body was wearing nothing but wine-colored panties wrapped around one thigh, and a dog collar that seemed to match the color.

The white over-the-knee socks that had just been taken off Soo-ah’s legs were slightly damp, mixed with vaginal fluids and other bodily fluids.

Holding the over-the-knee socks she had taken off her legs, Soo-ah awkwardly extends her hand towards Shi-woo, dropping her gaze as if asking what to do now.

Shi-woo slightly moves the knee of one of his legs, which was positioned towards Soo-ah, forward, showing Soo-ah the semen smeared on his thigh.

A silent command to wipe the semen on his thigh with Soo-ah’s just-removed over-the-knee socks.

Soo-ah nods as if she understood Shi-woo’s gesture, and kneels again in front of Shi-woo’s crotch.

Soo-ah, holding the over-the-knee socks in her hand, brings them to Shi-woo’s thigh.

Soo-ah diligently wipes away the semen and filth smeared on Shi-woo’s thigh with the socks she had been wearing.

Not only Shi-woo’s thigh, but also under his testicles, between his legs, and even the lower abdomen and groin area where semen had splattered, Soo-ah meticulously cleans up her mother’s transgressions using the balled-up over-the-knee socks.

After wiping away the semen that had been sprayed on Shi-woo’s body, except for his penis, Soo-ah waits for the next command, watching Shi-woo’s expression.

‘Spit it out!’

Shi-woo, looking at such Soo-ah, instructed her by moving only his lips as if mouthing the words without making a sound.

Soo-ah makes a bewildered expression as if she didn’t understand what he was saying.

Shi-woo extends the index finger of the hand holding the three slaves’ leashes, pointing to the over-the-knee socks that Soo-ah is holding.

At that moment, Soo-ah trembled as if she understood Shi-woo’s command.

Soo-ah immediately spits out the mucus contained in her mouth onto the over-the-knee socks, which are covered in semen and filth.

The over-the-knee socks held in Soo-ah’s hand were becoming even more damp with the saliva in Soo-ah’s mouth and Shi-woo’s semen.

After confirming that she had spat out all the semen and other filth contained in her mouth,

Shi-woo extends the hand holding the leash and takes the mucus-covered socks from Soo-ah.

“Seon-ju! Open your fucking mouth, bitch!”

Shi-woo commands Seon-ju Imo, who is still sucking on Shi-woo’s pillar without opening her eyes.

As soon as Shi-woo’s words were finished, Seon-ju Imo takes her mouth off his penis, tilts her head back, and opens her mouth wide.

Without even opening her eyes, she struggles not to spill the pre-cum remaining in her mouth, as if trying to receive Shi-woo’s semen once again from her daughter and nephew with her mouth…

Seon-ju Imo seemed to be waiting for her nephew and daughter to pour Shi-woo’s semen, which they had gathered with their mouths, back into her own mouth.

At that moment, Shi-woo shoves one of the over-the-knee socks he received from Soo-ah straight into Seon-ju Imo’s mouth.

“Uup!”

Seon-ju Imo groans, startled for a moment as the wet Soo-ah’s socks suddenly enter her mouth and block her breathing.

Seon-ju Imo, who had thought that she would receive the semen-mixed filth from her nephew and daughter with her mouth as Shi-woo had ordered.

Seon-ju Imo was struggling to grasp the unfamiliar texture of the object that had been shoved into her mouth in a completely unexpected way.

A damp, fishy-tasting and smelling wad of thin cloth sticks to Seon-ju Imo’s mouth.

Seon-ju Imo quickly realizes that what had entered her mouth was the over-the-knee socks that her daughter had just taken off.

Soo-ah’s over-the-knee socks, now covered in a jumble of filth that no one knew whose it was.

Rough breaths were exhaled from Seon-ju Imo’s nose along with hot air.

Seon-ju Imo’s skin was flushed red from her collarbone area up to her neck and face.

Seon-ju Imo’s physical reaction seemed to be turning all the humiliation she was receiving from her daughter and nephews into excitement.

**

Shi-woo looks down at Se-young, who is supporting his penis glans with her tongue.

Se-young is trying not to spill the liquid she has in her mouth, while continuing to take the flowing filth into her mouth.

The filth that had been applied to the upper part of the pillar’s head had now almost completely flowed down Se-young’s tongue and into her mouth.

Shi-woo points to Seon-ju Imo, who is holding Soo-ah’s socks in her mouth, as if giving Se-young a silent instruction, slightly lifting his chin.

Seon-ju Imo, with Soo-ah’s wet over-the-knee socks in her mouth, is still waiting for Shi-woo’s next action with her mouth open.

Se-young, as if she understood Shi-woo’s instruction, sweeps her tongue up the penis, taking the remaining liquid at the tip of the glans into her mouth.

Se-young straightens her knees and gets up from the floor, approaching Seon-ju Imo, who is right next to her.

Se-young glances up at Shi-woo once as if to confirm, and then supports Seon-ju Imo’s chin and the back of her head with her hands.

Se-young’s appearance seems to be reflexively obeying Shi-woo’s commands now without any resistance or questions.

But even so, she seemed to be clearly finding her place among the family.

Se-young brings her face over Seon-ju Imo’s face as it is.

Se-young pours the diluted semen from Shi-woo that is in her mouth into Seon-ju Imo’s open mouth.

The filth that Se-young poured out poured down and seeped into the over-the-knee socks that were crumpled in Seon-ju Imo’s mouth.

Se-young, having poured all the filth in her mouth into Seon-ju Imo, moves the hand supporting Seon-ju Imo’s chin to close her mouth.

Se-young was now moving as if she had grasped Shi-woo’s intentions on her own, even though Shi-woo hadn’t told her to.

Shi-woo watches Se-young’s actions for a moment with a satisfied expression.

Se-young strokes Seon-ju Imo’s cheek with an affectionate touch.

Se-young brings her lips together and places them over Seon-ju Imo’s closed lips.

“Chuuup-! Chuaap! Haeum! Haeuuuum!”

Se-young sucked on Seon-ju Imo’s lips fiercely into her mouth.

“Huum…heueeeum…huuuup”

Seon-ju Imo’s breaths, coming out even more roughly and strongly.

What kind of mood is Seon-ju Imo in right now, accepting the sexual humiliation she is suffering from her nephew and nieces?

Has she already thrown away any awareness of being an adult or a mother in the evening?

Soo-ah’s facial expression, watching the figure of her mother being violated by her nephews, seemed to be distorted with a mixture of excitement and pity.

**

The intense kiss, which felt almost like a dream, ends, and Se-young takes her lips away from Seon-ju Imo.

Seon-ju Imo, kneeling with her head tilted upwards, seemed to be savoring the lingering afterglow of the intense kiss that Se-young had left behind.

In that moment, Shi-woo feels a subtle hint of provocative superiority towards Seon-ju Imo in Se-young’s eyes as she looks at Seon-ju Imo.

An expression that could not be seen at all in the eyes of a young niece looking at her Imo…

An innocent gaze that seemed to look down on the other person.

Shi-woo’s penis, watching Se-young’s provocative gaze and the precariously erected new family hierarchy, rises even more firmly.