Your Mom Was Insane (1)
The whole way home, arousal had my brain in a chokehold. I kept seeing her waiting for me in that floral dress from her profile photo. Walking around in clothes like that—the kind of suggestive outfits you'd only wear on a date—how many men's eyes must have been glued to those sleek legs of hers.
Just thinking about it made me jealous for no good reason. She was mine now, completely—my love, my everything. Nobody got to look at her like that without my say-so.
Even now she would be waiting for me with that desperate, single-minded longing. And the only person who could satisfy her was me. This body, and nobody else's.
"Hoo..."
With that thought burning through me I ran all the way to her place. Six o'clock... I had about two hours of freedom before her husband, that bald old man, got off work. Just picturing the sex we'd have in those two hours was already sending the blood rushing south.
I hurried past her house and reached the front door of my own. It was just the house I walked in and out of every day... and yet it had been so long since anyone was actually waiting for me inside. When was the last time my heart had raced like this?
The lock clicked. I opened the door with my pulse hammering in my throat.
"Oh... Dongho, you're home?"
Her voice. She was sitting on my living room sofa, every line of her elegant and composed.
"Hah..."
The second I saw her, a gasp tore out of me. She was wearing the exact floral dress from her profile photo.
Last night came flooding back. Hair plastered to her skin with sweat, her head thrown back as if she could barely breathe, her top shoved halfway up, those plump breasts straining like they might burst...
Today was the complete opposite of that filthy, wrecked image. She looked so refined, so innocent, she could have been offered a modeling contract on the spot. Her long wavy hair was tied back, showing off a neat, clean silhouette.
"You're... so beautiful."
"Really...?"
She was helpless against my compliments. Color bloomed across her face.
"It's been... so long since I wore this. It feels weird."
"When did you get it?"
"Mm, I bought it a few years ago, wore it a couple of times, then I put on some weight..."
The slightly loose dress clung to her now, showing off those impossibly smooth curves. It barely covered her plump thighs and ass, the hem resting on her thighs and just managing to conceal her hips.
Filthy...
The moment I took in her outfit, my cock strained against my pants. No camera in the world could have captured the raw, natural heat she was giving off right now.
"Why are you staring like that...."
As my eyes raked up and down her body she squirmed, embarrassed. A shy smile bloomed across her face.
"Did you... wait for me?"
"Of course... I waited for you, Dongho."
The conversation we were having was exactly the kind of talk that passed between lovers. She and I had clearly left behind the relationship of a friend's son and a friend's mother. We saw each other as a man and a woman now.
"What about the promise?"
"Hmm? What promise?"
"You know what I mean... Can I check?"
"Dongho... that's embarrassing..."
I crossed to the sofa and sat beside her, then slowly began stroking her thigh. That firm, elastic flesh felt silky under my palm.
"Nngh... don't do that..."
A nasal, coaxing little sound slipped from her lips.
"Dongho... we shouldn't do this...."
She caught the hand stroking her thigh and held it still. Her large eyes met mine.
Really? After everything, now she wanted to stop? Then what were we? Was she being sincere? I wanted to know what she actually felt.
My hand began climbing higher up her thigh. She gradually let go. As my fingers slipped under the bunched-up dress, I felt her whole body flinch.
"Haaang...."
In the quiet living room, a heated moan escaped her. Did she really want to stop us here? Did she want to take back the memory of that burning night and leave it at that?
I could feel the soft down on her inner thigh. I groped my way slowly toward her crotch.
"Hooo....."
The sensation that should have been there wasn't. Fabric, cotton, silk, lace—something should have caught my hand. Inside her dress, there was no resistance at all.
"You kept the promise...."
Underneath that floral dress, she wasn't wearing any panties. She had gone outside and come all the way to my house with nothing on under it. The thought of her climbing the stairs, barely covering her ass with her hands because of that short dress... even more blood slammed into my cock.
"I don't know... it's embarrassing..."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For keeping the promise..."
I stopped my hand at her crotch and looked into those large eyes. Her face was trembling. Her pupils were trembling.
With my hand still resting on her inner thigh, I brought my face to hers. Then my lips settled over her red ones.
"Mmnh...."
"Hooo...."
We both moaned at the same time. It hadn't been long since our last heated night together, and yet the feel of her lips was brand new. Soft as if we were kissing for the first time, the sensation sent a sharp, thrilling jolt through me.
"Haaa....."
Hot breath leaked through her parted lips. The time we spent circling each other would only get shorter from here. My tongue slowly pushed between her open lips, then began wrapping around her soft one.
"Nngh....."
While we kissed, the hand on her thigh started working its way toward her crotch.
She sat there clutching the dress that had rolled up around her waist. Still embarrassed, was she? The way she clung to that last line of defense only made her more obscene.
"Haaa...."
But her body didn't lie. Her thighs were already warm and damp, slowly falling open. My hand moved toward her pussy the way you'd seek out a wet oasis.
Then my fingertips found the coarse texture of her pubic hair. A modest patch of dark hair... her pubes, soon to be soaked in my cum and her juices, seemed to shove my hand onward, telling it to push through that forest already.
"Nngh....!"
A rougher moan burst from her. Her legs spread a little wider, the hem of her dress rolling all the way up.
From the front you would have seen everything—the modest dark hair between her white thighs, and the pink flesh completely exposed.
"I waited... so long...."
"Nngh...."
"Did you wait for me?"
"Haang... yeah...."
She and I were devouring each other like lovers who hadn't met in years. Her legs slowly opened wider, and she set her hand on my thigh.
"Hhk....!"
A thick moan poured out of her. My hand passed through her pubic hair and slowly cupped her pussy.
Ah.... so wet....
Warm moisture was already seeping from her. Just from our kiss, from a few touches, she was soaked.
"Haang....!"
My fingers began exploring her. When my fingertips brushed lightly near her clit, her back arched. She was leaning against my sofa with those plump thighs and her pussy completely bared.
With my other hand I started undoing my belt. My cock, already outlined so hard it looked ready to tear through the fabric, was screaming to be let out. Then her hand came to my waistband and started pulling the zipper down.
The zipper gave. My pants, caught on my cock, slid down, and the hard shape of the shaft and head stood out even more blatantly through my underwear.
"Nngh...."
Her touch was natural. No—she had become aggressive. She sat up and laid her hand over my rigidly standing cock. Then, the same way Suyeon had done it, she slowly wrapped her fingers around it.
"Haaa.... it's so... so... big...."
"Hooo... you like that it's big?"
"Yeah...."
"You missed my cock, didn't you?"
"Yeah...."
"Want to eat it?"
"Yeah...."
She grabbed my underwear and slowly pulled it down. My swollen cock sprang free, bouncing out of my briefs.
Haaa.... I would never forget the look on her face as she stared at it. That elegant, innocent face was so full of lust she looked ready to suck me off right then and there.
I can't take it anymore....
I rolled her dress up so her plump ass and thighs were fully exposed. Her legs fell open right there on the sofa. Her pussy was twitching and gaping like a piece of prey laid out to be eaten.
"Nngh...."
I took my fully hard cock in my hand and brought it to her entrance.
"Haaang.... you're just... going to put it in?"
"Yeah... you don't want me to?"
I looked her straight in the eyes as I said it. What mattered now was her honest heart. Did she truly want me? Would she keep this going even if Seongdae weren't in the picture?
I was afraid to hear her answer, but I had to hear it someday. Whether she really wanted me. Whether she wanted my cock.
Let's stop reading each other's faces. Let's do what we want. What we actually think.
I looked into her eyes and repeated that sincere wish to myself. The look she gave me back was trembling.
"Haang...."
"Should I... stop?"
A flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
Her pussy glistened a vivid crimson, wet and waiting.