[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 364 (Seonju, Seyoung, Sua)

364

It seemed there was nothing left in this house that could stop Shi-woo from acting as he pleased.

Shi-woo yanked Seon-ju Imo’s leash upwards.

“Heup! Uuueup!! Hauuk!”

Seon-ju Imo, seemingly panicked by the leash pulling her neck upwards and tightening, groaned and lifted her upper body.

With her eyes and mouth blocked by Soo-ah’s over-the-knee socks, soaked with Shi-woo’s semen and filth, Seon-ju Imo could only make sounds like a livestock animal, unable to express herself in any other way.

“Get up, Seon-ju, you fucking bitch!! Where do you think you’re being all dramatic!?”

Shi-woo commanded, roughly and violently pulling Seon-ju Imo’s leash upwards.

Feeling around the lower-center of the mattress with her hands, Seon-ju Imo, with trembling legs, barely managed to stand, planting her feet on the floor.

“Huuuuup uuueup heueeeung”

Seon-ju Imo was making a wailing sound, as if appealing to some injustice.

Ignoring her, Shi-woo grabbed one of Seon-ju Imo’s shoulders and her opposite arm, turning her body so that her face was visible to him.

Seon-ju Imo, shrinking back as if trying to avoid something, slowly moved her feet, turning little by little in the direction Shi-woo was positioning her.

Now, Seon-ju Imo was reacting to each of Shi-woo’s touches with a flinch.

She stood with her back to the bed, facing Shi-woo.

Seon-ju Imo’s defenselessly exposed voluptuous breasts, and the beautiful curve leading from her waist to her hips, strongly stimulated Shi-woo’s impulses.

Shi-woo’s massive penis, leaking precum and throbbing as if about to explode.

Before he knew it, Se-young had come around to Seon-ju Imo and Shi-woo’s side, holding her smartphone up to illuminate them.

Even without Shi-woo ordering her to, Se-young approached and captured Seon-ju Imo’s body with the camera.

Was Se-young also feeling the excitement that Shi-woo felt as she looked at Seon-ju Imo’s figure?

Or was she observing Shi-woo’s gaze that closely and meticulously?

Strangely, Se-young was filming Seon-ju Imo’s bountiful breasts and sensually alluring wide hips with the smartphone camera, as if scanning them in the order Shi-woo was looking at them.

At some point, the camera lens in Se-young’s hand, as if demanding something, was fixed on Shi-woo’s fully erect penis.

Se-young’s direction was as if telling him to violate the defenseless Seon-ju Imo’s body in front of him with Shi-woo’s massive penis.

Shi-woo felt a chill run down his spine for some reason, and a sensation like goosebumps spreading all over his body.

“Fucking bitches…”

Shi-woo spat out the curse words, directed at no one in particular, like a soliloquy into the air.

Shi-woo bit his lip tightly, feeling an inexplicable surge of intense shame and soaring anger.

Soon after, a debilitating sense of helplessness washed over him like a panic attack.

To shake off that helplessness, an impulse to scream, as if thrashing about, surged like a tidal wave, turning Shi-woo’s ceiling and floor upside down again and again.

The only target that could release those turbulent and complex emotions that Shi-woo was feeling right now was standing right in front of Shi-woo.

Shi-woo stared at Seon-ju Imo’s face and body, standing right in front of him with her eyes covered, with a cold expression.

Seon-ju Imo, her eyes and mouth blocked, barely breathing through her nose and trembling.

Shi-woo placed his hand on Seon-ju Imo’s right breast.

Seon-ju Imo, as if only her sense of touch was alive in the darkness where she couldn’t see anything, flinched sensitively at Shi-woo’s touch and trembled as if nervous.

Shi-woo slightly released the leash he was holding, put strong force into the hand he had placed on Seon-ju Imo’s breast, and pushed Seon-ju Imo forcefully towards the bed.

“Haup!”

Seon-ju Imo let out a short groan of surprise along with a puff of breath.

Seon-ju Imo was falling onto the bed as her knees buckled backward and her legs lifted.

Falling backward, her arms and legs lifted into the air, Seon-ju Imo flailed about as if she had lost control over her body.

-Dal-kang!

The loud and clear sound of the mattress springs, rejecting the thrown lump of meat, filled Seon-ju Imo’s room.

Seon-ju Imo, thrown onto the bed mattress in an instant by Shi-woo without knowing why.

Seon-ju Imo’s arms and legs, which had been floating in the air, remained spread out as they were, buried in the blanket spread on the bed.

“Hueueup…heueeop…heueop…!!”

Seon-ju Imo, having fallen backward in a completely unprepared state, was sprawled on the bed, barely panting through her nose with her daughter’s over-the-knee socks in her mouth.

Shi-woo grabbed one of Seon-ju Imo’s legs, which was lying with her arms and legs spread out in the very center of the bed.

As her leg was lifted, Seon-ju Imo’s resilient and voluminous, flawless buttocks were revealed to Shi-woo.

“Chal-ssak”

Shi-woo slapped Seon-ju Imo’s reddened buttocks.

“Haup!”

Seon-ju Imo groaned in pain, arching her back.

“Up!”

Shi-woo commanded, short and decisively, looking down at the suffering Seon-ju Imo.

“Heueeeung…huuueeung”

Seon-ju Imo moaned and moved her body towards the head of the bed.

Seon-ju Imo’s breasts, as she moved her position towards the head of the bed, were shaking elastically like a squashed pudding.

Seon-ju Imo’s pelvis was swaying seductively every time she wiggled her body from side to side to try and climb towards the head of the bed.

The red clam meat between her slightly parted legs was gaping as if wanting Shi-woo’s penis to be inserted right away.

Shi-woo felt a sadistic impulse boiling up in his chest once again at Seon-ju Imo’s poise and figure, as if she was seducing him.

Shi-woo glanced back at Soo-ah, who was standing behind him.

Soo-ah, covering her chest and private parts with her arms, was watching her mother’s humiliating appearance with a blank look in her eyes.

Around Soo-ah’s thighs was wrapped a reddish-brown pair of panties, twisted into a double Mobius strip, soaked with vaginal fluid.

Shi-woo saw the reddish-brown panties draped over Soo-ah’s thighs, and an idea popped into his head.

Shi-woo looked straight at Soo-ah and gestured for her to come closer to the bed, and Soo-ah, covering her body, hesitantly approached Shi-woo.

Kneeling on one knee and crouching down, Shi-woo reached out his hand towards the reddish-brown panties draped over Soo-ah’s thighs.

Shi-woo’s fingertips soon touched Soo-ah’s bare thigh skin.

Soo-ah’s body tensed up as Shi-woo’s hand touched her bare thigh, as if nervous.

Shi-woo grabbed the panties draped over Soo-ah’s thighs with both hands and carefully pulled them down.

Soo-ah’s wet panties were slowly sliding down her smooth thighs.

Soo-ah was already naked, or practically naked, as all of her clothes had been taken off, but as the last piece of clothing on her body was about to be removed, she trembled and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a strange sense of shame.

Soo-ah’s panties flowed down her knees and calves to her ankles.

Shi-woo lifted Soo-ah’s leg, where the panties were caught, and removed the last scrap of fabric clinging to her ankle.

Soo-ah’s breathing, enveloped in shame and excitement, was becoming irregular and erratic.

Shi-woo took the panties he had removed from Soo-ah’s body and went up onto the bed.

Seon-ju Imo was lying close to the bedhead, which was made like iron bars.

Shi-woo pushed Seon-ju Imo’s arms above her head.

Seon-ju Imo’s pushed-up wrists went between the bars of the iron-bar-like headboard.

Seon-ju Imo’s arm was inserted with one of the bars of the iron bars in between.

Shi-woo twisted the removed Soo-ah’s panties into a strip once more and inserted them into Seon-ju Imo’s wrist, which had been pushed into the iron bars.

Soo-ah’s reddish-brown panties were tightly constricting Seon-ju Imo’s wrist, to the point where the fluid that had soaked into them was being squeezed out.

Seon-ju Imo’s wrist was tied to the head of the bed, which looked like iron bars.

Although she was tied up, like Soo-ah’s over-the-knee socks covering her eyes and tied on her head, Shi-woo’s restraints could be undone whenever she wanted.

But Shi-woo knew very well that Seon-ju Imo, who was subordinate to him, would not do that.

Seon-ju Imo’s appearance, with her eyes covered, her mouth blocked, and completely incapacitated, was irresistibly alluring.

Seon-ju Imo, sprawled on the bed with her arms tied with her daughter’s panties, was barely panting, and was finding it difficult to control her excitement in this situation where she had lost all her senses, twitching her arms and legs from time to time and wetting her clam meat.

Shi-woo looked at Seon-ju Imo’s body, which seemed as if she would not be able to offer any resistance no matter what he did, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

**

Shi-woo turned his head to look at Se-young, feeling a presence close behind him.

Se-young was capturing the entire scene with her smartphone camera, having come even closer to Shi-woo and Seon-ju Imo than before.

Behind her, Soo-ah, with her panties removed and her bare pussy, where hair had not yet grown, exposed, was standing a little further away.

Shi-woo recalled receiving oral sex from Seon-ju Imo, Soo-ah, and Se-young all at the same time a little while ago.

Shi-woo imagined the three of them, himself, Soo-ah, and Se-young, adding their mouth movements to Seon-ju Imo’s defenseless body.