[Incest] Friendly Family Making 550 (Sunmi, Sehee, Seyoung) (Kitchen) (Intersection of Taboos)

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Amidst the burning shame and embarrassment, a hint of impudence now seemed to be peeking through, a mysterious and complex expression on Mom’s face.

Sehee stared at Mom for a moment, then chuckled incredulously and resumed eating.

Is she trying to calm her excitement, anticipating the upcoming play with Mom?

Sehee firmly declared she wasn’t a lesbian, but it seemed difficult to deny that she possessed the qualities and characteristics of a bisexual.

She had already had sex with Shinbi, Aunt Seonju, Mom, and Seyoung without much resistance.

Since Siwoo was the only man she had ever had sex with, it seems safe to say she was closer to a lesbian.

Se-young glanced back and forth between Se-hee and his mother, finally meeting Si-woo’s gaze and giving a meaningful smile.

As he gazed at Se-young’s smile, her prominent breasts, and her luscious skin, Si-woo was already imagining the scene and sensation of thrusting his erect penis into Se-young’s wet body.

With the anticipation of witnessing Se-young’s facial expressions and moans as she reached orgasm, something she hadn’t revealed the night before…

Si-woo’s penis, now rigid and enlarged, twitched violently, threatening to burst through his clothes.

Si-woo continued eating, keeping pace with his family.

The four of them shared their secrets and sensations, each acting out their respective roles as family members, adjusting to the new morning scenery.

***

“Siwoo oppa! I have a question for you~”

As they were finishing their meal, Seyoung called out to Siwoo, seemingly unsure of something.

“Huh? Something you’re curious about? About me? What is it?”

Siwoo asked, glancing at Seyoung’s exposed breasts and flesh.

The countless kiss marks on her skin and the bite marks left on her breasts were clearly visible.

“Siwoo oppa, when you call Aunt Seonju or Unnie Sehee, you just call them by their names, right? It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night…”

Seyoung asked, confirming the established terms of address between her and Aunt Seonju and Unnie Sehee, who were older than Siwoo.

“Uh… that’s right. But?”

Siwoo answered slightly nervously, as if anticipating the question Seyoung would ask.

“But why do you only call Mom ‘Sunmi’ at night and then ‘Mom’ during the day?”

Seyoung was questioning the marital relationship between his mother and Siwoo, and the rule that he should return to being Mom in the morning.

Seyoung’s lips slightly raised, provocatively questioning the now-serious master-servant relationship between mother and son, and the delicate line between the moment they confessed to their role-playing.

Siwoo hesitated for a moment at Seyoung’s question, which seemed to subtly touch on the inherent contradiction of role-playing based on deception.

Siwoo felt a slight daze, a strange sense of shame and embarrassment.

“T-That’s… I just decided to do it at night because Mom felt awkward. I don’t really care if it’s day or night…”

Even so, Siwoo looked at his mother, and, following Seyoung’s rhythm, spoke as if trying to gauge her feelings.

“T-That was just a little game! Seyoung, you pretend to be a baby and sleep at Mom’s breast at night, right? T-It’s similar to that…”

Mom was momentarily taken aback by Seyoung’s question and Siwoo’s answer, and tried to muddle through.

“Mom, your milk isn’t coming out anymore! And just like Seyoung pretends to breastfeed and acts spoiled… I rely on Siwoo for a little while at night instead of Dad… Si-Siwoo, you said the same thing, didn’t you?”

Mom continued to make excuses, watching Seyoung’s reaction and seeking Siwoo’s understanding and agreement.

“I wasn’t playing around. I’m not sucking like a baby. I’m sucking with the intention of actually feeding when my new milk comes in. Like a lover or partner…?”

Seyoung interrupts his mother, who seems to be asking for Siwoo’s approval, and reacts with a retort, as if trying to challenge him.

Seyoung casually makes remarks that seem to reflect his mother’s pregnancy.

Furthermore, from the perspective of a lover or partner, he’s speaking as if sucking his mother’s breast is a given.

“What?”

Mom is taken aback by Seyoung’s words, and her expression seems unsure of how to react.

“You slept with your eyes closed yesterday, sucking on my breast. When you sucked on me, I didn’t think you were a baby. Did you think I was your mother when you sucked on me? No, you didn’t?”

Seyoung, as if reminding her mother of last night’s experience of sucking Seyoung’s breasts while holding Siwoo’s penis inside her, spoke.

“Ah… no, that’s not it…”

Mother stammered, her expression genuinely perplexed.

The unusual bond she shared with Seyoung, and the honorifics and formal language she used toward Siwoo.

As the conversation continued on these topics, it inevitably led to the master-servant relationship she had with Siwoo, her marital relationship, and their sexual encounters.

“Sehee and I were both listening in from the next room all night when Mom called Siwoo ‘honey’~”

“If that’s the case, then Siwoo wouldn’t think of himself as a father figure when he’s with Mom, right?”

Seyoung spoke to her mother with bold sentences and a tone of voice, as if breaking down the precarious barrier of taboo.

“No, Se-Seyoung, that’s…”

Mom looked back at Seyoung in surprise, waving her hand in the air as if to stop her, her voice trembling.

“Honestly, isn’t it more awkward when your brother calls you by your first name, Seonmi, at night, and then in the morning, as if nothing happened, he starts calling you Mom again, as if nothing happened?”

“It’s also kind of funny how Mom keeps calling Siwoo ‘honey’ and using formal language to flirt with him, and then pretends not to notice in the morning…”

Seyoung, unfazed by her mother’s interjection, continued on with what she was about to say, seemingly determined to embarrass her.

Mom paused, flustered, and then turned to Siwoo, as if desperately seeking help.

Siwoo felt a mixture of discomfort and elation at Seyoung’s seemingly controlling remark.

Siwoo, harboring a strange sense of anticipation about what would happen after Seyoung finished speaking, ignored his mother’s gaze and watched the mother-daughter conversation.

Seyoung, perhaps believing Siwoo’s disregard and wait-and-see attitude were tacit agreement or approval of his own arguments and methods of expression, expressed his thoughts to his mother with even greater confidence.

“Since Dad’s gone anyway, when we’re alone together, it doesn’t really matter what you call me, day or night, right?”

“Even if I give him the benefit of the doubt and Siwoo returns to being Mom in the morning, why are you acting so awkwardly, as if we haven’t even had sex?”

Seyoung, now in front of his mother and Sehee, unhesitatingly brought up the word “sex.” He pushed his mother to the brink, demanding her answers.

His mother’s expression was a confused one, as if her thoughts had suddenly stopped.

“Really? What does coming back as Mom in the morning have to do with pretending you didn’t have sex with Siwoo? We already know… Anyway, it’s strange!”

Sehee, listening to Siwoo’s reaction and Seyoung’s story, added something as if to intervene.

At this moment, Siwoo’s excitement seemed to be at its peak.

He had every reason to drag Seyoung into his room and punish him immediately.

Siwoo’s penis was bulging out of his clothes, throbbing as if it were going to burst.

**

“Mom! I’m going to take Seyoung to his room right now to do what I texted you about! Mom, you and Sehee should go to the master bedroom and clean up later!”

Siwoo barely managed to suppress his excitement and spoke to his mom, indirectly alluding to having sex with Seyoung.

“I’ll leave the door open so you can hear me, just like we did last night on the second floor!”

Siwoo then announced that he would leave the bedroom door open so Seyoung could hear him moan.

His words were also a silent request for his mother to leave the bedroom door open.

“Huh? Huh…”

In a panic, his mother responded in accordance with Siwoo’s instructions.

“And remember what Seyoung just said? I really don’t care, so do whatever you want!”

“I thought it would pass naturally over time, but a promise is a promise! No matter what Seyoung and Sehee say, I’ll do whatever you say!”

Siwoo spoke as if all decisions regarding their mutual titles and relationship were now in his hands.

“Huh… huh…”

His mother, her gaze cast into space, gasped in response to Siwoo’s words, her body shaking in despair and helplessness.