Today's Masturbation Side Dish: Mom 2
I pushed my fingers a little deeper into Mother's mouth, seeking even greater stimulation.
"Chuuuup..."
A sticky, squelching sound like stirring a viscous hole mingled with the sucking noise on my fingers, booming like thunder in my ears. The tip of my finger touched the soft yet slightly rough texture of her tongue. When I pressed down harder on the tip of her tongue, Mother's body twitched in response. That faint reaction made it all the more vivid that I wasn't touching a doll, but a living woman.
Just a little more... just a bit more...
My instincts screamed to thrust in right then, but in this unfamiliar world with no foundation or prior knowledge, it was still too soon to go that far. Still, I needed release, so I lifted the edge of Mother's blanket and slipped inside. I pressed myself against her side-to-side, embracing her just like a married couple.
"Suuu—suuu—"
"Haa, haa, haa."
The deep, oblivious breathing of Mother in peaceful slumber twisted into a perverse harmony with her son's ragged, arousal-heavy pants. I pulled her warm, soft body close, like embracing a dead wife. The unbearable warmth of a mature widow and the tender feel of her flesh radiating through my entire body brought a dizzying sense of taboo that made me feel like I'd cum any second. Even though she wasn't my mother, my body reacted wildly as if it knew it was her son. I pressed my rock-hard glans, leaking precum copiously, firmly against her plump calf. Her skirt was so thin it was almost translucent, letting me fully savor the sensation of her calf through it.
"Huu! Huu! Huu!"
My breath grew rough, control slipping away. The arm around her waist trembled violently as it inched upward. I tore my gaze from Mother's serene sleeping profile and let it drop lower, to the swollen, beautiful curve of her breasts hidden under the blanket. Giving my arm strength, I lifted the blanket higher, revealing her voluptuous bosom wrapped in pristine white jeogori and the deep cleavage between them.
I could untie the jeogori, but I don't know how to tie it back... so just a little...
I gently nudged the jeogori aside, making it look like it had come loose in her sleep. The soft, rice-cake-like upper swell of her breasts and that deep cleavage came into even sharper view. Staring at that breathtaking sight, my cock stiffened ramrod straight, trembling as if ready to spew semen at any moment.
Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
The sweet, feminine scent filling my nostrils, the subtle heat of her body against mine, and above all, the soft flesh pressing against my glans through her calf—it was pleasure beyond words. Like a dog in heat, I shook my hips, grinding my cock against her thigh while clutching her tight.
"Mmm..."
Mother let out an uncomfortable groan and rolled onto her side. Now facing away from me, I could no longer enjoy her refined face or peerless cleavage, but new parts of her body unfolded before my eyes. Her pale nape peeked out where her hair had fallen aside, along with her slender shoulder between the disheveled jeogori. And then, the overwhelming mass of her ass—far surpassing her thighs—pressed against my glans.
"Huu, huu, huu."
Panting urgently, I embraced her from behind. The lewd feminine musk, intensified by her hair, and the full, hot embrace of her ass around my entire cock drove me to the brink of madness. I wedged my cock between her thighs, and it felt just like penetration. Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! It was only sandwiched between her thighs, but my cock spasmed wildly, leaking precum as if ready to erupt. I could feel the sticky precum trickling down between her thighs onto my own.
If it's just a little, it should be fine.
Just a little, very little. My rationality screamed on the verge of snapping, but desire, that beast, demanded what more could I endure in this moment? It slowly moved my cock. I pulled back the cock wedged between her thighs, angled it upward, and thrust in slowly. The tip of my glans touched something thin—a single layer of fabric. It had to be that strip running between her ass crack and crotch that I'd glimpsed when she changed clothes.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
My hot breath made her hair flutter. I gasped for air, but my body wouldn't cool. Advancing my precum-slick glans slowly, I felt that final guardian of her chastity—the thin fabric—yield under pressure. Her thick, long-sealed mound, unbreached by any man, clenched tight like it was bewildered by the intruder, refusing passage.
Squelch!
"Urk!"
Impatience ruined it. My cock, pushing to part her labia, slipped on the precum-soaked fabric and went astray. Slap!
"Ahn..."
The sound of my hips colliding with her ass echoed under the blanket. Mother, her sensitive spot grazed, let out a sweet moan in her sleep from the faint stimulation. My cock, already at its limit, took that tiny but unforgettable trigger and began spewing semen.
Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
"...!!!!"
In mind-shattering ecstasy, I crushed Mother against me. I swallowed the groan threatening to escape through clenched teeth. I burned into my brain the sensation of her thighs softly squeezing my entire cock to aid my release, and the thick mound pressing against my shaft—sensations I'd never forget. Each pump of my cock displacing her thighs and mound, only for them to lovingly envelop me again—how much of that did I feel? Gurgle! Gurrrrgle! Gurgle...!
I tensed from toes to scalp, squeezing out the last drop. Dazed by the dizzying heat surging through me, I had no thought of letting go of the soft flesh in my arms. As my balls, shrunken to their limit and emptied of lust's seed, hung limp, my body slowly relaxed in tandem.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Exhaling the breath I'd held, her heated feminine scent rushed in, stirring my mind in response to my own feverish body. Trapped under the thick blanket with my scorching heat, Mother grew sweaty too—her porcelain skin glazing with a faint sheen.
"Chup..."
My throat parched, I instinctively sucked lightly at her nape. Sweeter than the salty sweat was the fragrant, intoxicating sweetness of Mother's scent filling my mouth. How long did I savor the afterglow, holding her like that?
"Huu..."
With a final sigh steeped in deep satisfaction, I slowly rose. Pulling back the blanket released the trapped heat in a rush, filling the room with a lewd musk.
"Mmm..."
With my blazing body gone and the heavy blanket lifted, Mother sighed languidly, her face relaxing into comfort. I gazed down at the widow ravaged by the beast wearing her son's skin, my cock still dribbling semen. Her thin mourning clothes clung transparently to her sweat-soaked skin, outlining her mature curves perfectly. Above the disheveled jeogori, her pale upper breasts gleamed with subtle eroticism. My frantic thigh-fucking had hiked her skirt, baring her moon-like ass. Worst of all was between her legs—drenched in my precum and semen, an utter mess beyond salvage.
"She still won't wake, even like this."
It was just one release, but the most intense of my life. My legs trembled so badly I could barely stand, so I sat beside her, scrutinizing her lower body slick with my fluids. Lifting one thigh slightly, strings of precum and semen stretched like spiderwebs.
I wanted to see Jeong Hyang's face when she realized her son had used her body for masturbation in her sleep—and left his cum everywhere.
"......"
Even right after cumming, my cock stood tall again, as if asking, Why not? Thrusting in now and turning her into a flesh slave would be easy. Lock her away, pound her senseless until her mind breaks—this chaste woman would surely crumble under incest's weight.
But where's the fun in that?
"......Shall I train her?"
A flash of Chujeongjeon's plot crossed my mind. The magistrate lusting after Mother arrives this village in autumn. Not much time left. I'd devour this delectable flower once, dye it in my colors, claim it as mine—then let it be stolen.
Shiver!
A crazed, incest-maddened Mother flailing to protect her chastity? No thrill there. I wanted her unknowingly trained into lewd submission by her son, oblivious as she desperately struggles to uphold her virtue. Did this body understand my twisted tastes? My rigid cock gushed precum in agreement, as if nodding yes.
"Gulp..."
I swallowed hard. Jeong Hyang—no, Mother—slept soundly, her crotch stained with her son's semen. I stared intently. A perverse desire welled from my chest: to see this widow who raised her son alone have her chastity shatter in tears.
"Mother. Looks like this is why I'm here."
I scooped my semen from her thigh onto my fingertip and rubbed it onto the outer folds of her long-unbreached pussy.
"Hnng..."
Mother's sweet moan pierced the darkness, echoing softly. Hearing his mother's dulcet cry, the son's lips twisted into a chilling grin.
"Looking forward to it, 'Mother'."
I emphasized the word, declaring her as mine from now on.