[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 676 (Aunt Seonju, Seyoung, Suah) (Table)

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“Churupt churupt paryupt paryuryurupt churupt!”

“Paryupt parapt paeum chuuuuupt chuapt!”

“Haaaa…aang haaaang ha uung!”

“Heueut haam… haaaaa…haaaaang!”

The space on the neatly set dining table had, at some point, transformed into a stage for just Se-young and Soo-ah.

Lustful sounds of breaking lips and intensely moaning groans flowed from the small bodies of Se-young and Soo-ah.

Se-young gently parted and rummaged through Soo-ah’s flesh, pushing her tongue in deeply.

Her lips overlapped the mound of flesh, and Se-young indulged as if sucking up the crushed grains of rice remaining inside her hole.

Similarly, Soo-ah parted the flesh between Se-young’s labia and inserted her tongue, covering the entirety of her soft vulva with her lips, sucking up the rice grains inside as if inhaling them.

“Haeum haam haaaaam…gulgeok golgak golkkeok”

Se-young and Soo-ah, with their lips covering each other’s crotches, were swallowing the food they had filled their mouths with.

The sight of the sushi, thinned like porridge and soaked in vaginal fluids, passing down each other’s throats.

Shi-woo could clearly feel that lewd swallowing through the subtle movements of their necklines.

“Chuupt haapt chuut paapt pyururupt churupt!”

The sounds of bringing their lips together, parting each other’s flesh again with their tongues, and sucking as if inhaling, burst out roughly and wildly.

“Heueum… harupt… haeuung… heup suupt…chuupt…”

The sounds mixed messily with each other’s moans, continuing breathlessly as if about to cut off.

Soo-ah and Se-young strongly inhaled and sucked, as if not leaving behind even a single grain of sushi hidden inside each other’s slick vaginal holes.

At the sight of the two of them intensely sucking each other’s pussies, Shi-woo’s excitement and lust seemed to soar uncontrollably.

Shi-woo glanced at Seon-ju Imo sitting across from him.

In that instant, Seon-ju Imo’s eyes met Shi-woo’s.

As their eyes met, Seon-ju Imo flinched and cowered, trembling.

Imo’s eyes were hazily unfocused, and her face was flushed with a heated energy.

Traces of the saliva she had exchanged with Se-young just moments ago remained thickly around her mouth and cheeks.

Seon-ju Imo also seemed to be feeling a precarious excitement watching her daughter and young nephew’s lewd behavior.

Shi-woo walked around the table to the seat opposite where Seon-ju Imo was sitting.

“Seon-ju Imo, you should get ready soon too!”

Shi-woo said, raising Seon-ju Imo from her chair.

“Huh? Uh…uh…”

Seon-ju Imo sat blankly as if out of her mind, then, with a bewildered expression, she stood up from her seat as Shi-woo instructed.

Shi-woo grabbed Seon-ju Imo’s hips and shoulders with his hands, making her lean her upper body forward.

He made her support herself on the table with her hands, then pulled her butt back, making her take a pose similar to the one Se-young had been in just a moment ago.

Shi-woo lifted up Seon-ju Imo’s skirt, exposing her lower body to the outside.

Her pure white thigh skin, her reddened butt, and the orange fox tail stuck in her ass came into view.

Shi-woo picked up a piece of sushi from Soo-ah’s thigh.

As if knowing what Shi-woo was about to do to her, Seon-ju Imo slightly parted her legs and pushed her butt back.

Shi-woo brought the hand holding the sushi to her crevice.

First, Shi-woo spread his middle finger and gently parted her flesh.

Her labia rippled like waves just from Shi-woo’s fingertip touching them.

Her slick labia, already completely wet, easily accepted Shi-woo’s finger without any resistance.

Shi-woo gently rubbed the sushi between her parted labia.

“Haaaaaaa…aaaa…”

Seon-ju Imo tightened her trembling thighs at the foreign sensation touching her inside, and exhaled a hot breath.

Jjilgeok!

Without even a moment to catch her breath, Shi-woo pushed the sushi in his hand between her wet flesh.

“Hisseut…”

At the tingling stimulation brushing against her inner flesh, Seon-ju Imo let out a short groan as if collapsing.

He seemed to press down hard with his thumb to pack the sushi in, then Shi-woo took his hand away and immediately brought a second piece of sushi from Soo-ah’s thigh.

Shi-woo pushed the sushi he had picked up additionally into Seon-ju Imo’s parted flesh…

The mass of rice grains wrapped in fish endured the heavy pressure, and was pushed into Seon-ju Imo’s hole as if being crushed.

Shi-woo then picked up a third piece of sushi and pushed it into Seon-ju Imo’s hole.

The third piece of sushi pushed up the rice grains that were already there, settling heavily inside Seon-ju Imo’s hole.

“Seon-ju Imo is an adult, so… she can probably fit about five, right?”

Shi-woo said to Seon-ju Imo in a passing tone, gently caressing the third piece of sushi he had pushed in with his fingertips as if shaping it.

“W-what did you say?”

Seon-ju Imo seemed flustered by Shi-woo’s words and twisted her body to look back.

Chaltssak!

In that instant, Shi-woo’s palm struck her butt.

“Hisseut!”

Seon-ju Imo groaned painfully.

“Stay still! If you twist your body like that so suddenly, the sushi I put inside with such effort will flow out!”

Shi-woo said to Seon-ju Imo as if warning her.

“Heueu…y-yes…yes…!”

Perhaps because of the familiar sensation of being hit on the butt, Seon-ju Imo answered Shi-woo in polite speech.

“Chaltssak! Chaltssak! Chaltssak!”

Shi-woo strongly slapped Seon-ju Imo’s butt three times alternately on both sides, as if something displeased him.

“Heueuk haheuk haaat!”

Her painful groans erupted without fail.

“What kind of Imo uses polite speech like that to her nephew?! Aren’t you paying attention?!”

Shi-woo said to Seon-ju Imo in a slightly irritated tone, snapping at her as if losing his temper.

“Heueu, uh…uh!”

As if complying with Shi-woo’s rough attitude, Seon-ju Imo immediately answered using informal speech.

Usually, she always acts as if she’s exceeding her limits.

A composure as if she’s looking down on everything.

An attitude as if she’s unreservedly toying with the other person.

But within one corner of that bold composure and attitude, there’s a desperation and caution as if trying to protect a line and boundary that can never be crossed, carefully hidden away.

Shi-woo’s sadistic instincts easily recognized that boundary existing deep within her, and instinctively grasped even the method to break down that boundary.

Not as master and slave, but as Imo and nephew…

Shi-woo lowered his hand and checked Seon-ju Imo’s crotch.

He felt the sushi slightly protruding from Seon-ju Imo’s vaginal hole at his fingertips because she had twisted her body.

Shi-woo took his hand away from Seon-ju Imo’s crotch, bringing the filth on his fingertips to Seon-ju Imo’s face.

Then, he spread the filth mixed with vaginal fluids around her parted lips.

Seon-ju Imo’s tongue was pushed forward and came out, licking around her lips along with Shi-woo’s fingers.

The slick sensation of her tongue and lips tickled Shi-woo’s hand, wiping away all the filth smeared around.

Shi-woo then made Seon-ju Imo lie face down on the table, and simultaneously picked up two pieces of sushi from Soo-ah’s thigh.

He clumped the two pieces of sushi he had picked up together, brought them to Seon-ju Imo’s parted labia, and pushed them in firmly.

After confirming that the rice grains had settled stably inside Seon-ju Imo’s hole, Shi-woo moved to stand directly behind Seon-ju Imo.

Shi-woo grabbed his fully swollen penis with his hand and inserted it into Seon-ju Imo’s hole filled with sushi.

Jyulgeok!

Shi-woo’s penis was pushing up the rice grains inside Seon-ju Imo’s hole as if digging through them.

“Heueueut!”

Seon-ju Imo’s short and intense groan was added to her younger sisters’ moans, echoing like a chorus of madness.

Jjilgeok jjilgeok jjilgeok chilgeok!

Shi-woo grabbed Seon-ju Imo’s waist and gently thrust his penis.

“Haeu… haa…haat…haaaa…”

Short sighs of lament escaped from her mouth, breaking into small pieces.

Seon-ju Imo’s vaginal hole was filled almost to its limit.

Shi-woo’s movements resembled pounding rice cakes with a pestle.

Not just thrusting in deeply, but a movement with a clear purpose, as if trying to crush and loosen the food inside.

The realization that what she’s doing now isn’t simple sex, but a sacred act of ritual, processing food to feed to her daughter using her own body, suddenly reached Seon-ju Imo’s mind with a heavy sensation.

“Hisseut!”

For a brief moment, as she directly faced herself seriously entertaining such an absurd delusion, a shuddering sense of bewilderment, self-reproach, and shame flowed down her spine like a cold draft.

Seon-ju Imo was trembling, with embarrassment and awkwardness seeping into her bones like chills.

At the same time, the maternal pleasure and sense of relief seeping out from deep within her brain became entangled, and she was about to reach her climax with a bursting thrill without even realizing it.

“Haaaaaang! Haaaeueue~eueungeung! Haaaaaaa~ haaaaat!”

As if swept away by a tsunami of emotions, driven to the edge of climax, Seon-ju Imo was endlessly falling.