The intercom buzzed again—sharp, impatient.
Security's voice crackled through the speaker in the hallway.
"Mr. Kim? The gentleman from the office is still here. He says it's non-negotiable. Documents for signature tonight. He's waiting in the lobby with two associates."
Dad stood in the doorway—shirt half-buttoned, cock still semi-hard and slick from Yumi, pants zipped but tented.
His face was a storm: exhaustion from the flight, shock from walking in on his family mid-fuck, and now this—work crashing back into the night like a cold wave.
Ji-eun slid off the bed first.
Cum ran down her inner thighs in slow, thick trails—Min-jae's load mixed with Dad's.
She didn't bother wiping it.
She walked to Dad, robe hanging open, tits swaying freely.
Her hand found his cheek—soft, possessive.
"Go down," she whispered.
"Sign whatever it is. Then come back."
Her fingers trailed down his chest, brushing the bulge in his pants.
"We'll be waiting. All three of us."
Dad's eyes flicked to Min-jae—still naked, cock glistening—and to Yumi—legs parted, pussy red and leaking, small tits flushed.
He swallowed hard.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes," he rasped.
"Thirty at most."
Ji-eun kissed him—slow, deep, letting him taste the mix of everyone on her tongue.
"Make it quick," she murmured against his lips.
"Mommy's pussy is still hungry."
Dad groaned low.
He adjusted himself, buttoned the rest of his shirt, and left—door clicking shut behind him.
Silence rushed back in.
Ji-eun turned to Min-jae and Yumi.
Her smile was slow, predatory.
"Thirty minutes," she said.
"Plenty of time to play."
She walked back to the bed.
Lay down in the center—legs spread wide, knees bent, pussy on full display.
Cum continued to leak out—creamy white against her shaved lips.
She dipped two fingers inside herself, pulled them out coated, and sucked them clean.
"Come here, both of you," she commanded.
"Mommy wants to taste her children again."
Min-jae moved first.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs.
His cock—still hard, veins thick—bobbed as he leaned down.
He kissed her inner thigh, tasting the salty mix of cum.
Then higher—tongue flicking her clit.
Ji-eun moaned, hips lifting.
"Yes… lick Mommy clean, son. Taste your own cum out of me."
Yumi crawled up beside Ji-eun.
She kissed Ji-eun's neck, then lower—taking one nipple into her mouth.
She sucked gently at first, then harder, teeth grazing.
Ji-eun arched, hand tangling in Yumi's hair.
"Good girl," Ji-eun breathed.
"Suck Mommy's tits while your brother eats my pussy."
Min-jae's tongue delved deeper.
He lapped at her entrance—scooping out thick globs of cum, swallowing it down.
The taste was filthy—salty, musky, his own seed mixed with Dad's and Ji-eun's juices.
It should have disgusted him.
Instead it made him harder.
He groaned against her folds, nose buried in her clit.
Ji-eun's hips bucked.
"Deeper, baby… tongue-fuck Mommy's cum-filled cunt."
Min-jae obeyed—pushing his tongue inside, swirling, sucking.
Cum coated his lips, chin.
He reached up, fingers finding her clit—rubbing tight circles.
Yumi switched to the other nipple—biting lightly, tugging.
Ji-eun's moans grew louder—raw, desperate.
"Fuck… yes… don't stop…"
She came suddenly—hard.
Her pussy clenched around Min-jae's tongue, fresh juices flooding his mouth.
She cried out—name after name—Min-jae, Yumi, even Dad's—body shaking.
When she finally stilled, panting, she pulled Min-jae up by the hair.
Kissed him—deep, tasting herself and his cum on his tongue.
"Mmm… such a good boy."
She looked at Yumi.
"Now your turn, baby girl. Sit on Mommy's face."
Yumi straddled Ji-eun's head—facing Min-jae.
Ji-eun's tongue immediately went to work—lapping at Yumi's swollen pussy, sucking out Min-jae's load.
Yumi moaned, grinding down.
Her small tits bounced as she rode Ji-eun's face.
Min-jae watched—cock aching.
He leaned forward, capturing Yumi's mouth in a kiss.
Their tongues tangled—tasting cum, sweat, each other.
Yumi broke the kiss long enough to whisper,
"Oppa… fuck me again. While Mommy eats me."
Min-jae didn't hesitate.
He positioned himself behind Yumi—cock sliding along her ass crack before finding her entrance.
Ji-eun's tongue flicked his shaft as he pushed in—teasing both of them.
He thrust deep.
Yumi cried out—body jolting forward onto Ji-eun's mouth.
Min-jae started pounding—hard, steady.
Each thrust pushed Yumi's clit harder against Ji-eun's tongue.
The room filled with wet sounds—slaps, slurps, moans.
Yumi's hands braced on Ji-eun's tits—squeezing, pinching nipples.
Ji-eun moaned into Yumi's pussy, vibrations traveling straight to Min-jae's cock through Yumi.
"Fuck… you're so tight," Min-jae growled.
"Still full of my cum from earlier."
Yumi nodded frantically.
"Yes… fill me again, oppa… breed your little sister…"
Ji-eun pulled off Yumi's clit long enough to speak—voice muffled, wet.
"Cum in her, son. Give her a baby too. Let Mommy watch her children make a baby."
Min-jae's thrusts grew erratic.
He reached around—fingers finding Yumi's clit, rubbing fast.
Yumi shattered—screaming, pussy clamping down like a vice.
Min-jae followed—deep, grinding thrusts as he pumped another thick load into her.
They collapsed—Min-jae on top of Yumi, still buried inside, Ji-eun beneath them licking whatever leaked out.
Panting. Sweaty. Spent.
But the clock on the wall showed only twenty-five minutes had passed.
Ji-eun pushed them off gently.
She sat up—cum smeared across her face, tits, thighs.
She licked her lips.
"Fifteen minutes left," she said.
"Enough time for one more round."
She looked at Min-jae.
"Ass this time, son. Mommy wants you in her ass while your sister rides my face."
Yumi whimpered—already reaching for Ji-eun's tits.
Min-jae's cock jumped at the thought.
Ji-eun turned—ass up, face down on the bed.
She spread her cheeks—tight pink ring winking at him.
"Use the cum as lube," she whispered.
"Slide in slow. Make Mommy feel every inch."
Min-jae knelt behind her.
He rubbed his cock—still slick with cum—along her crack.
Pressed the head against her hole.
Pushed.
Ji-eun moaned—long, low.
The ring stretched—slowly swallowing him.
Tight. Hot. Forbidden.
"Fuck… yes… deeper, son…"
He sank in inch by inch—until his balls rested against her pussy.
Ji-eun shuddered.
"God… your cock in Mommy's ass… so full…"
Yumi straddled Ji-eun's face—lowering her dripping pussy onto Ji-eun's waiting tongue.
Ji-eun licked eagerly—sucking cum from Yumi while Min-jae started thrusting.
Slow at first—long, deep strokes.
Then faster—hips slapping against Ji-eun's ass.
Ji-eun moaned into Yumi's cunt—vibrations making Yumi cry out.
Min-jae gripped Ji-eun's hips.
"Fuck… your ass is so tight, Mommy…"
Ji-eun pushed back—meeting every thrust.
"Pound me, son… fuck Mommy's ass like you own it…"
Yumi ground down harder.
"Oppa… look at you… fucking Eomma's ass while she eats me…"
Min-jae reached around—fingers finding Ji-eun's clit.
Rubbed fast circles.
Ji-eun came first—ass clenching around Min-jae's cock, body shaking.
She screamed into Yumi's pussy—muffled but raw.
Yumi followed—grinding down, flooding Ji-eun's mouth.
Min-jae thrust deep—one last time—and came.
Hot spurts filled Ji-eun's ass—thick, pulsing.
They collapsed again—bodies tangled, slick, exhausted.
The intercom buzzed once more—final warning from security.
Dad would be back any minute.
Ji-eun lifted her head—cum and juices smeared across her face.
She smiled—slow, satisfied.
"He's coming back," she whispered.
"And when he does… we're going to show him exactly what family means."
Yumi giggled—breathless.
Min-jae's cock twitched inside Ji-eun's ass.
But then—footsteps in the hallway.
Heavy. Multiple.
Dad's voice—low, tense.
"I'm back. And I brought someone."
The bedroom door opened.
Dad stepped in—followed by a man in a suit.
Tall. Stern. Carrying a briefcase.
The man's eyes widened as he took in the scene—three naked bodies on the bed, cum everywhere, air thick with sex.
Dad closed the door behind them.
The stranger cleared his throat.
"Mr. Kim… we need your signature. Now."
Ji-eun sat up slowly—unashamed.
Cum dripped from her ass and pussy.
She smiled at the stranger.
"Sign fast," she said.
"Then leave."
The man swallowed.
His eyes flicked to her tits, then lower.
Dad looked at Ji-eun—then at Min-jae and Yumi.
His voice was rough.
"Sign it. Then get out."
The stranger fumbled the briefcase open—papers shaking in his hands.
But his eyes kept drifting back to Ji-eun.
She spread her legs wider.
Let him see everything.
The stranger's hand trembled on the pen.
Dad stepped forward—blocking the view slightly.
"Sign. And forget what you saw."
The man nodded frantically.
Scribbled his name.
Dad countersigned.
The briefcase snapped shut.
The stranger backed toward the door—eyes still darting.
Ji-eun called after him—voice sweet.
"Come back anytime."
The door slammed.
Dad locked it.
Turned.
Looked at his family—naked, marked, waiting.
He undressed—slowly this time.
Climbed onto the bed.
"Two hours until my next flight," he said.
His cock—hard again—bobbed as he moved between Ji-eun's legs.
Ji-eun smiled up at him.
"Then fuck me like you mean it, honey."
Dad thrust in—deep, claiming.
Min-jae and Yumi watched—hands already roaming each other.
The night stretched ahead.
But the phone buzzed again—Dad's office.
Another emergency.
Dad groaned—still buried inside Ji-eun.
Reached for the phone.
The voice on the other end—panicked.
"Sir, the investors are threatening to sue. They want you on a video call. Now."
Dad looked down at Ji-eun—impaled on him.
At Min-jae and Yumi—already kissing again.
He muted the call.
Looked at his family.
Then—slowly—hit speaker.
The investors' voices filled the room—angry, demanding.
Dad started thrusting again—slow, deliberate.
Ji-eun moaned—loud enough for the phone to pick up.
The voices on the line stuttered.
"Mr. Kim? Are you…?"
Dad grinned—dark, feral.
"Keep talking," he said.
"I'm listening."
Ji-eun wrapped her legs tighter.
Min-jae slid behind Yumi—entering her again.
The call continued—business as usual.
But in the bedroom—family business took priority.
To be continued…
The investors are still talking. But the moans are getting louder. How long before someone realizes what's happening on the other end of the line?