[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 461 (Mom, Seyoung) (Kitchen)

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“That must have taken a lot of work. I’m sorry I couldn’t help, Se-young-ah… I went to the mart and suddenly… something urgent came up…”

Mom apologizes to Se-young for making her prepare dinner instead.

“It’s okay~ There should be times like that~ Mom does this almost every day by herself anyway~ It’s fine, so if Mom’s busy, I’ll do it now~”

Se-young smiles brightly, answering as if she fully understands Mom’s situation.

Around the necks of the two people exchanging words are the dog collars Shi-woo bought.

Both Mom and Se-young must clearly know what the dog collars around their necks signify.

The two seem quite conscious of the marks of slavery around each other’s necks.

Especially Mom, she glances at the orange collar around Se-young’s neck, and afterwards can’t even make proper eye contact, awkwardly shifting her gaze around as if embarrassed.

“Mom, you sit here! Come here~ Next to me~”

Se-young designates a spot for Mom, who is standing awkwardly, not knowing what to do, right across from Shi-woo.

“Uh…? Oh… there?”

Mom, who had been standing awkwardly, moves to the spot across from Shi-woo as Se-young tells her to.

A look of bewilderment seems to flash across Mom’s face for a moment.

If she sits down on the chair right now, the vertically split lingerie underwear might be visible to Se-young…

Before sitting down, Mom hesitates, then hurriedly grabs an apron hanging on the wall.

She subtly glances at Shi-woo, then puts the apron around her neck and wraps it around her body.

The hem of the apron wrapped around her body goes down to the middle of Mom’s thighs, covering the embarrassingly exposed areas below her pelvis.

Mom lowers her head as if feeling guilty towards Shi-woo for arbitrarily putting on the apron without permission, then goes to sit in the spot designated by Se-young.

It was the dining table seat right across from where Shi-woo was sitting.

“Why did you put on the apron?”

Shi-woo asks Mom, who has been hanging her head while wearing the apron for a while, as if playfully teasing her.

“Uh… uh? O-on my clothes, the soup might splash. It’s white…”

Mom is giving Shi-woo an excuse that seems hastily squeezed out.

“Isn’t it okay since you’re only wearing it for a little while in the evening? Even if soup splashes, you can just wash it, right? Anyway, you’ll have to take it off to breastfeed Se-young later…”

Shi-woo subtly corners Mom, speaking as if teasing her.

“U-um, this is Mom’s favorite. If oil or soup splashes… th-that’s right! It’s a hassle because I have to hand wash it separately!”

Mom speaks to Shi-woo with a slightly stubborn tone, as if resisting.

“Really? Well… I guess that’s up to Mom~… Whatever happens later…”

Shi-woo picks up the chopsticks placed on the table, muttering to himself in a small voice that can barely be heard.

“Haaa…”

Whether Shi-woo’s muttering reached Mom’s ears, she lets out a sigh as if suppressing it inside.

Shi-woo picks up a side dish and puts it on top of his rice, then starts scooping up the rice with the side dish using a spoon.

“Oppa, eat a lot~ Mom too~”

Se-young sits next to Mom, speaking to Shi-woo and Mom.

Se-young, sitting diagonally from Shi-woo with an innocent smile as if she doesn’t know anything…

“Yeah, I’ll eat well~ Se-young-ah~”

Shi-woo said, pulling his chair close to the table and sitting closer.

Then, he stretches out one of his feet that was on the floor and inserts it between Mom’s knees.

Mom, as if startled for a moment, squeezes her legs together, preventing Shi-woo’s foot from penetrating further towards the center.

Shi-woo rests his heel on the chair Mom is sitting on, chewing and swallowing the rice in his mouth slowly as if savoring it.

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“Wow, it’s really delicious~! Se-young is really good at cooking~”

Shi-woo praises Se-young with a sincere tone, biting into the chicken and potatoes of the braised spicy chicken that is well seasoned.

“Hehe~ I did it the way I learned from Mom~”

Se-young said, excited as if she was happy with Shi-woo’s praise.

“Se-young could get married right away if she just had a boyfriend~?”

Shi-woo throws a joke at Se-young as if teasing her.

Shi-woo, who decided to spend tonight with Mom like a married couple.

Mom, who is squeezing her legs together with Shi-woo’s foot inserted between her knees, flinches greatly at the word “marriage,” which Shi-woo felt.

“No way~ Not another man! I promised Mom I’d live with her forever~ Right, Mom? Hehe~”

Se-young leans on Mom, who is sitting next to her, as if relying on her, and happily accepts Shi-woo’s joke.

Mom tensed up once more when Se-young suddenly hugged her.

“But didn’t you put too much effort into the cooking? Bringing out two soups~ If you do this every time, you’ll get tired quickly, right?”

Shi-woo said, casually changing the subject to her as if it were nothing, while prying open Mom’s knees with his toes, who was tense.

Mom’s eyes clouded over at Shi-woo’s words, and she was slowly releasing the strength in her knees that she had been tightening.

“One is what Mom made in the morning, and the other is what I made earlier! I wanted you to taste both~ It’s good to be able to taste several at once~”

Se-young says, pointing to the beef bone soup and cold cucumber soup placed on the table.

It’s not clear whether she knows or not, but for some reason, Se-young’s story strangely fits the events and situations that will happen between Shi-woo and her family tonight.

Mom’s body seemed to be reacting to Se-young’s bold story.

“Really? Well, I’m happier if I can taste several at once~ Days like this aren’t common… Mom, isn’t this kind of thing okay sometimes?”

Shi-woo said, shoving his foot, which had been inserted between her knees, deeper into Mom’s thigh, where the strength had been released.

“Uh-uh? Uh… th-that’s right… sometimes…”

Mom reflexively squeezes her thighs together, answering as if she had momentarily lost her mind.

The tip of Shi-woo’s foot was precariously touching the slippery area near Mom’s crotch.

Mom’s upper body leans forward, causing her to hunch over, from the stimulation of her sensitive area being poked.

Shi-woo wiggles the tip of his toe, which is barely touching, up and down.

The texture of the vertically split lingerie fabric and the soft, supple skin of the petals is felt fleetingly from the tip of Shi-woo’s extended foot.

Bending his ankle and sweeping his wiggling toes upwards, Shi-woo feels something hard like plastic touching the tip of his foot.

Shi-woo could tell at once from the sensation at the tip of his foot that it was a wireless vibrator attached with a band-aid in front of her clitoris.

Mom had finished showering, gone into the master bedroom, and come out wearing the vibrator.

As soon as Shi-woo confirmed the existence of the vibrator attached in front of Mom’s clitoris, he took out the smartphone he had put in his pocket.

Shi-woo places the smartphone he took out of his pocket on the table and immediately runs the vibrator operation app.

Shi-woo confirmed that the vibrator was turned on.

The battery seemed to be charged to over 70 percent.

Shi-woo looks down at the screen and adjusts the vibration intensity of the vibrator to the lowest level.

To minimize noise…

Shi-woo chooses the type of vibration set in the vibrator app in front of Mom and Se-young.

While choosing the type of vibration, a sly and wicked smile spread across Shi-woo’s face.

Mom seems to know what kind of app is turned on on Shi-woo’s smartphone screen.

“Se… Se-young-ah… it’s heavy… you can’t sit like that, leaning… You have to sit straight when you eat!”

Mom says nothing about Shi-woo’s foot, which has penetrated to her petals, or the vibrator that Shi-woo is trying to operate.

She just urgently pours out nagging to her daughter, who is leaning on her, as if spitting it out.

“…Okay~ Mom, hehe~”

Se-young releases the arm she had been hugging Mom with, straightens her posture, and sits back in her seat, answering.

Shi-woo watches the situation between Mom and Se-young, and as soon as he confirms that Se-young has moved away from Mom’s body, he touches the vibration button on the vibrator operation app screen of his smartphone.

Jiiiiiiiiing…

Shi-woo’s smartphone, placed on the table, creates a relatively small vibration.

Haaaaaaa…

From Mom’s deep sigh, it could be confirmed that the vibrator attached to her clitoris was also operating properly.

Mom’s upper body and head lean further and further forward.

“But Mom, shouldn’t you straighten your posture too? You’re too hunched over, aren’t you?”

Shi-woo said, holding the vibration and wiggling the tip of his toe, which he had pushed into Mom’s crotch, aggressively.

“Uh? Oh… I should…”

Mom, slightly flustered by Shi-woo’s provocative caress and sudden remark, tries hard to straighten her bent waist.

As she straightens her waist, Mom’s pelvis is pulled forward slightly.

Shi-woo’s toe bent and seemed to press against her crotch.

The subtle vibration of the vibrator is transmitted from the flesh of Mom’s crotch and thighs to Shi-woo’s leg.

Her underwear and crotch were already wet and slippery.