Chapter 400 – [Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 400 (Mom)
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Siwoo had chosen a loose-fitting purple T-shirt in the morning and put it on her mother.
Siwoo had given orders not to wear or wear anything except the purple t-shirt he wore.
I had already told my mom not to wear underwear in the house for a long time…!
Without further ado, my mom had to stay home without her underwear on all the time.
The order to take off her underwear and live was an order that she had never imagined would happen when her mother went out.
Today too, while Si-woo went to the department store with his younger siblings, Si-woo wore the clothes that Si-woo had chosen for him and thought that his mother would only stay inside the house.
Mom left the house, replacing Si-woo’s purple t-shirt with Se-hee’s older sister’s apricot-colored t-shirt.
A similar apricot-colored, loose-fitting long T-shirt that looks almost no different from the clothes you are wearing except that the hem is slightly longer.
Instead of the purple clothes that had been soiled due to the behavior between mother and daughter, did the mother choose clothes that were as similar as possible to Sehee’s older sister’s clothes that were lying around on the clothes drying rack in the locker room, put them on, and then came out of the house?
While Si-woo went to the department store with his younger siblings today, he never expected that his mother would come out to the supermarket and do her grocery shopping.
He basically thought that the order not to wear underwear was something he couldn’t do because it only applied inside the house…
However, Si-woo was a little bothered by the fact that he changed his clothes without contacting him by text or phone without asking for permission.
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Anyway, if he was going to take off the purple T-shirt that Siwoo had told him to wear and change his clothes, it would have been better for him to wear more proper clothes…
The clothes her mother was wearing right now were long enough that the bottom of the t-shirt was hidden and the bottom was barely visible.
Before coming to the karaoke room, Si-woo had thought that his mother would have come out wearing underwear and bottoms under a T-shirt, with an additional layer of clothing on top, but a question mark appeared in Si-woo’s mind.
She had to wear a long apricot-colored T-shirt, and underneath it was something that was either short pants or a short skirt.
Considering her mother’s usual attire, it is hard to think that she would have chosen such clothes.
In the first place, Se-hee’s skirt would not be the right size for her mother, and there was no way in her mother’s closet there would be clothes that Se-hee would wear.
However, the hem length of the t-shirt is too short to be worn under other suitable bottoms.
At that moment, the juice of pleasure spreads through Siwoo’s chest as if it were being squeezed.
Si-woo remembers his mother’s awkward posture and awkward movements while coming from the supermarket to the karaoke bar.
When she found her mother in front of the supermarket, she stood with one arm covering her breasts and pulling down the hem of her t-shirt, as if she was concerned about the attention of those around her.
Mom wondered if she wasn’t wearing any pants under the thin T-shirt she was wearing right now.
Not only is she wearing bottoms, but isn’t she even wearing underwear?
Siwoo looks at his mother’s body, who is singing passionately, with anticipation.
Her mother still had a red leather dog collar around her neck.
Mom’s red leather dog collar with a little yellow bell hanging from it.
The dog collar her mother wore was now, among Si-woo and his family, a symbol of slave status.
As she sang, her mother covered her large breasts with one of her arms.
Why from earlier? Isn’t she making extreme movements or jumping so much that her breasts shake?
Every time her mother’s body moved to count her beats, the fabric of the bottom of her loose t-shirt stuck to her buttocks, forming two smooth mounds that then disappeared again and again.
Just looking at her body doesn’t confirm whether or not her mother is wearing underwear, but when she thinks she’s not wearing anything under her clothes right now, her Siwoo’s things start to jiggle as if they’re shaking.
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Contrary to her outward appearance, her mother had always faithfully followed Si-woo’s orders.
More than any words or signs, the sight of Si-woo’s mother faithfully following Si-woo’s orders stimulates Si-woo’s expectations and curiosity about her clothes.
The first song playing from the karaoke machine was already halfway through.
Siwoo sits down and carefully raises his arm and reaches towards her body.
Siwoo places her hands on her mother’s waist, just above her hips.
When Si-woo’s fingertips touch her waist, her mother’s hips tighten and her body bounces as if it were stiff.
At the same time, her voice while singing slightly deviates from the note.
Her mother turned her head and looked behind her for a moment, but when Siwoo and her eyes met, she quickly looked ahead again as if she was embarrassed.
Although her mother’s hips and her back were straining uncomfortably, she continued singing.
Even though Siwoo’s fingertips are pressed against her upper buttocks…
The mother continues to sing to the accompaniment coming from the machine, seemingly ignoring what Siu is doing.
Mom seemed to be giving tacit approval or consent to Siwoo checking out her own body without her underwear on.
Siwoo firmly raises his index finger and places it on one of his mother’s buttocks, where a subtle curve begins.
Just like he did last time on the subway, Siwoo drew a line on his mother’s buttocks with his finger to check if she was wearing any underwear.
Siwoo slowly parting one side of his mother’s buttocks diagonally.
Siwoo’s fingers trace the firm curves of her mother’s voluptuous hips, diagonally toward her outer thighs.
The band line of his underwear didn’t get caught on his fingers at all.
Mom said she wasn’t wearing panties today, just like last time.
Besides, just like last time, she was condoning Si-woo’s molestation in a public place.
Although it was a closed space…
The fleshy bumps of her smooth buttocks twitched and trembled as I parted her flesh, and my mother’s singing voice wavered again.
Even in that situation, the mother stood by covering the shoulder of one arm holding her microphone with her other arm, as if covering a certain area of her breast.
Mom didn’t seem to be wearing a bra, her breasts evident.
A red dog collar, a symbol of slavery, and Sehee’s older sister’s apricot-colored long T-shirt.
And it seemed safe to say that, other than the shoes on her feet, there was nothing else on her mother’s body.
Although she was irritated and scolded Si-woo for things like Si-woo’s actions and clothes, her mother was actually maintaining her master-servant relationship by following Si-woo’s orders without breaking any of them.
Siwoo finds his mother’s contradictory attitude, which makes him worry a lot and think about useless things, somewhat repugnant, but also cute and pitiful at the same time.
As if she had gained confidence, Si-woo spread her palm fully and cupped one of her mother’s buttocks.
Mother’s flesh shaking as if it was shaking for a moment
Her mother continues singing her song, this time without looking back at her.
Siwoo gently moved his hands in accordance with the melody and rhythm of the song.
My mother’s buttocks, covered only by a thin t-shirt, were being rubbed by Siwoo’s gentle touch.
Mom is now in her rhythm, without even moving her body, she just stands still and tensely bucks her hips and she sings.
Siwoo raises his index finger and parts his mother’s buttocks from top to bottom over his clothes.
Mom’s T-shirt buried with Siwoo’s index finger between the cleavage of her buttocks.
The tip of Siwoo’s finger, which has been pierced, touches his mother’s anus.
Mom’s meat on both sides of her thighs presses on Siwoo’s fingers with all her strength.
Siwoo gently turns his index finger from between his mother’s buttocks from side to side and pulls it out.
My mother’s voice has more breathing sounds than notes.
His mother was putting so much pressure on her ass that even when Siwoo removed his fingers, the t-shirt buried between his mounds was still there.
‘Is this bitch just a masochist by nature?’
As soon as Si-woo applied a little pressure and pushed, the mother’s strong and harsh attitude from just a moment ago disappeared, and she pretended not to notice and was playing the role of a slave bitch.
A sadistic instinct that seems to rise from deep within my heart.
Siwoo picks up the camera and takes a humiliating picture of his mother’s buttocks with her T-shirt stuck in it.
Click! Click! Click!
In the dark and dazzling lighting, Siwoo’s smartphone screen captures her buttocks, illuminated by the flash light from the smartphone.
Her ass twitching with her t-shirt sandwiched between her cleavage every time the shutter sounds.
Siwoo lifts the bottom hem of his t-shirt, keeping it between his buttocks.
The mound of flesh on the buttocks at the bottom of the T-shirt sandwiched between the ribs and the dark hair on the groin are clearly visible.
