In the past, Jihoon had seen Yumi’s breasts only when she was asleep, completely unaware.
This time, however, Yumi knew exactly what was happening.
Her mind was in total chaos, and she had no idea what to do.
Jihoon’s violation was relentlessly shattering the fragile rationality she had painstakingly built up.
As she wrestled with inner turmoil, focusing all her effort on thinking, she neglected her body.
By the time she snapped back to awareness, Jihoon had already pulled down her bra straps.
Because her breasts were so full, the tightly stretched cups instantly sprang open without the support of the straps.
Yumi’s stunning, massive breasts were completely exposed to the air.
The moment she felt her breasts fully revealed, she knew it was too late.
If she opened her eyes and confronted him now, her relationship with Jihoon would be ruined forever.
Since things had already reached this point, how could she explain it if they had a showdown?
How could she avoid hurting her child’s self-esteem?
**
Having her breasts—her most intimate, sensual parts—seen by a second man, exposed right in front of her own son, Yumi, struggling to endure, couldn’t help but turn her head away.
Her face, which had been tilted upward, shifted toward the bedside.
This movement was unintentional, yet it allowed her face to evade Jihoon’s gaze.
At this moment, her face was contorted, her lower lip bitten tight.
Her body began to tremble violently, causing her breasts to bounce slightly with each tremor.
None of this was noticed by Jihoon.
Having seen Yumi’s breasts so clearly once more after enduring such a long wait, he was now beyond control.
His own body began to shake with excitement, vibrating the mattress.
He likely assumed the shaking of the bed was entirely caused by himself.
As I studied Yumi closely through the camera, I couldn’t help but notice her thighs rub together slightly again.
I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or the night vision glare from the camera, but I could swear I saw the inner muscles of her thighs twitching slightly.
**
Some women have a unique talent where they can twitch the muscles at the base of their thighs to cause the inner walls of their vagina to contract and pulse.
When a man’s penis enters, he feels the woman’s vagina pulsating and trembling, enveloping and sucking his member, delivering an extraordinary pleasure.
This ability is usually innate; some women can do it, while others can’t, much like how some people can wiggle their ears while others can’t.
My Yumi, however, was born with this extraordinary skill.
It typically surfaces only when her desire is at its peak.
After enough foreplay, when Yumi yearns for penetration, her vagina would involuntarily pulse like this inside her once I entered, granting me an extraordinary sensation of pleasure.
I once asked Yumi how she acquired this unique ability.
She explained it was completely subconscious—it only happened when she was deeply aroused.
She genuinely couldn’t actually do it on command.
**
If I hadn’t seen it wrong, and that twitching in her inner thighs was real, then it meant Yumi’s desire was already incredibly high.
It was a pity she was still wearing her pajama bottoms; otherwise, I could have seen if her honeyed slit was already dripping wet.
Yumi’s skin was flushing redder; her jade-white skin was slowly turning pink, just like her blushing face.
It reminded me of an old, classic TV commercial slogan: “A rosy glow that stands out from the rest.”
“Mmh…” With a soft, masculine moan, Jihoon pounced, beginning to suck Yumi’s nipple.
He opened his mouth wide, taking her entire nipple and areola in at once.
While devouring one nipple, his hand caressed the other.
The moment Jihoon’s mouth clamped onto her nipple, I saw Yumi’s snow-white feet curl up tightly, her ten slender toes curling hard toward her soles.
Knowing her as well as I did, I knew her breasts were a massive G-spot.
Whenever I teased her nipples, she’d go limp, letting me do as I pleased.
Now, Jihoon teased her G-spot with his hands and mouth…
Yumi clutched the sheets and curled her toes tight, reacting just like a shy, bashful wife…
Her lips were pressed together, mouth tightly shut…
Perhaps afraid that opening her mouth would unleash uncontrollable moans.
**
The mind may betray one’s thoughts, but the body never betrays itself.
Physical reactions are the best reflections of a person’s truest desires.
At this moment, Yumi might be rationalizing it to herself, thinking:
What child hasn’t sucked at its mother’s breast? What child isn’t nourished by its mother’s milk?
Jihoon was an adopted son who came into her life later on, so she had never breastfed him.
Was she enduring this just to give him a twisted form of “breastfeeding” as compensation?
Did she not realize that this mother-son relationship had already completely changed?
**
Tonight was already the night when Yumi’s sexual desire was at its peak.
Combined with Jihoon’s teasing and caressing of her G-spot, her desire had long been aroused.
Moreover, I noticed that her physical reactions today were unusually intense… even more intense than when she was having sex with me.
When we had sex, my foreplay was much better than Jihoon’s since I had experience, while Jihoon was just an inexperienced virgin whose moves were purely based on primal instinct.
Yet, his clumsy caresses, kisses, and foreplay had caused Yumi’s inner thighs to start writhing uncontrollably.
In the past, I usually had to penetrate her to get that reaction, and even then, it didn’t happen every single time… it depended heavily on how high her arousal was and how much foreplay I did.
Under normal circumstances, even when I performed the most basic foreplay and penetrated her, Yumi never reacted like this.
Yet Jihoon managed it… and he hadn’t even entered her yet, hadn’t even caressed her honeyed depths.
**
This showed just how massive the sexual stimulation Jihoon was giving Yumi really was… it seemed even greater than mine.
The reason for this wasn’t hard to guess.
Jihoon’s foreplay wasn’t as good as mine, his sexual experience was nonexistent, and his techniques couldn’t compare to mine…
Yet he was able to push Yumi’s arousal to a height that I could rarely reach.
There was only one explanation left: the psychological stimulation Jihoon gave Yumi was far greater than what I could offer.
These reactions were the genuine, honest responses from Yumi’s body.
Perhaps Yumi herself never expected this and wouldn’t dare to believe…
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