Your Mom Was Incredible (2)
"Fuck me...."
She said it in a trembling voice. Those wide, glistening eyes locked on mine, pleading.
"What did you say?"
"I said fuck me...."
Her dress had ridden up past the swell of her mound all the way to her waist, leaving the dark thatch of her pubic hair fully exposed. Beneath it, I knew, her pink flesh would already be glistening, wet and waiting.
I wanted the woman I loved to tell me — clearly, without reservation — what she truly felt. We had crossed so much hardship to reach this moment. That we had arrived at this glorious point at all was, without question, the fruit of my own effort.
Now I needed her honesty. Whether she truly wanted me. Whether we could become people who leaned on each other even without Seongdae — even if I were no longer his friend. From here on, it was her choice to make.
"Where?"
I looked straight into her eyes as I asked. Her pale skin had flushed a beautiful, feverish red.
"Nngh.... I'm embarrassed..."
She shook her head and looked away. The way she did it, she might as well have been a girl touching a man for the first time. I wanted to peel that detestable pretense right off her.
"Say it properly!"
My voice rose. I wasn't threatening her. I simply wanted her sincere answer — nothing more, nothing less.
"What do you want me to put in you?"
"Nngh... Dongho's..."
"Say it properly. Should we stop?"
"Aahng....!"
Her red lips trembled, and a seductive moan slipped out. She looked ready to cry, her gaze flicking back and forth between my face and my cock.
"Dongho.... Dongho.... cock...."
"Hoo... Where do you want me to put it?"
"My.... mine..."
I rubbed her pale thighs and slowly began stroking the inside of her groin. Every time my hand made contact, her hips flinched on reflex.
"What's yours?"
The informal speech slipped out of my mouth before I could catch it.
"Haang.... my pussy...."
There it was. Her true feelings, at last. The moment those filthy words left her lips, something in my chest finally settled. From now on, she would be able to speak her desires in front of me without hiding.
"Who are you?"
I wanted to push her a little further.
"What?...."
"I asked who you are."
This was the last one. Who was she, this woman begging for my cock inside her pussy? How did she understand what we were to each other?
"You're... my friend's... mom."
"No."
"Haang... I'm Seongdae's mom."
"Not anymore. Think again."
"....."
My hand slipped between the dark curls of her pubic hair. Her pussy was already soaked, sticky juices spilling from the slightly parted lips. The urge to press my mouth to that cleft and lick her open nearly overtook me.
"Who are you."
I started working my fingers slowly inside her, as if telling her to think it through. Past the heat-swollen entrance of her cunt, I found her clit standing at attention, waiting for my touch. It was already drawn taut.
"Seo.... Jeong....-a.... haang..."
Seo Jeong-a. Her own name, from her own mouth. In this moment she was neither Seongdae's mother nor anyone's friend's mom. She was Seo Jeong-a — a woman in heat, waiting for a thick cock.
"That's right, Jeong-a. Right now you're just a bitch in heat."
Words I would never have imagined saying poured out of me. To have the woman I loved, I had to go this far. We needed a clear definition of what we were to each other, and we needed it now.
"Haang... don't say that..."
My fingers wandered at her entrance and found her stiff clit.
"Haaang....!"
The instant I touched that taut little peak, her hips bucked. Her curved waist and that plump, generous ass trembled together.
"You're Seo Jeong-a. I'm Jeong Dongho. Got it?"
"Haang.... I got it...."
"Answer me properly. Say, 'Yes, I understand.'"
"Aaang.... what?..."
When she asked again, I began circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. It was slick with her juices, spinning under my fingertip, and she reacted to every last movement.
"For this moment, you speak to me with respect. Understand?"
"Haang.... why...?"
"Don't ask questions. Should I not fuck you?"
"Aaang....."
"Answer me!"
"I under....stand...."
The moment that satisfactory answer left her mouth, I buried my face between her spread thighs. I pushed out my tongue, dragged it past the dark curls of her pubic hair, and began slowly licking the spring at her center.
"Haaang.... haahk... aaahk....!"
Rough, broken moans tore out of her. I had her completely now. Nothing stood in my way. Everything that had blocked the two of us until this moment had crumbled. A new definition of what we were. From this instant forward, she and I would write a new history.
I pressed my face deeper between those pale thighs and licked her standing clit. She twisted and squirmed under the movement of my lips and tongue, helpless, not knowing what to do with herself.
My mouth was already full of the hot breath of her body and the thin, slick flood of her juices. The filthy, gorgeous friction of that voluptuous flesh filled our house, which had been so quiet only minutes before.
"Haang....."
Every time a moan burst from her, my tongue stirred slowly along her cunt. The same tongue that had been working her clit gradually pushed inside.
The moment it entered her, a completely different scent hit me. Her most intimate place — a lewd fragrance from the deepest part of her that no perfume in the world could hide — wrapped itself around the tip of my tongue.
Pussy. The smell of her pussy lit up my tongue and my nose at once. An indescribably filthy, gorgeous scent rode straight up through my skull and shook my brain.
Haa... a smell I could breathe for the rest of my life. Even that bald old man would never know this secret, this lewd scent of hers. It was her purest smell, and she had permitted it to me alone.
"Aaaahk.....!"
When I flattened my tongue and crushed it against her cunt, a moan of an entirely different order tore out of her. Her hands were already fisted in the back of my hair. The trembling of her hips and the way her legs twisted together told me exactly how far gone she was.
I was just as far gone. Spreading her thighs wider, drinking in that secret smell, my tongue sent a jolt all the way to the head of my cock. Moisture had already gathered at the tip of the thing that had been standing rigid since the start.
"Aang.....!"
"Hoo...."
I pulled my mouth off her pussy. Her thin juices were smeared all around my lips. I wiped them roughly and took my time, at last, to look at the rest of her.
First I lifted the floral dress that had bunched at her waist. Her curved waist and the flare of her hips came into full view — the parts of her body that undid me on sight. That narrow waist, those wide hips, and that pale ass so plump it went past succulent into something almost obscene.
I gave a slow stroke to the pussy that looked ready to swallow a cock whole. She had her eyes shut, her lower lip caught hard between her teeth, fighting not to moan.
"Nnh....."
My hands shoved the dress higher and stripped it off her completely. The clothes she had worn on dates with that bald old man tumbled to the floor. I was her only date now.
"Embarrassing...."
With the dress gone, her full breasts spilled into view. They were so white they were nearly translucent, faint veins visible beneath the skin, rising plump to meet my face. Her nipples stood at attention, as if begging to be sucked that instant.
I circled one with the tip of my finger, slow and deliberate.
"Haang....."
Those standing nipples were one of her sweetest spots. Like bursting a flower bud at the peak of ripeness, I rolled the thin peaks without mercy. Her face crumpled, coming apart.
"Euaang....."
She grabbed my waist tight, as if begging me to put it in right then. Not a chance. If I wanted to savor every last one of those filthy expressions, a proper warmup was not optional.
The hands that had been rolling her nipples moved to knead the full weight of her breasts. Pale flesh squeezed out between my fingers. The sight of it was obscene.
The moment I started working her breasts, she covered her mouth with one hand — as if she couldn't let another loud sound escape, as if she still refused to let go of that last thread of restraint. Even that was nothing but sexy.
"Haang...."
"Should I put it in?"
"Yeah.... put it in...."
"Answer properly."
"Haaang.... please put it... in..."
"What was that?"
"Right now.... please put it in.... haang..."
Teaching her exactly what we were to each other was clearly going to take time. I would make sure she never looked at me as her friend's son again — only as a man. As the male who satisfied her pussy.
"Should I fuck you?"
"Yes...."
"How?"
"Hard.... please..."
She was starting to find the rhythm of talking to me like this. The day she got on her knees and begged me to put my cock in her was not far off. Until then, I would teach her with love.
"You get on top."
I took her by the waist and lifted her onto my lap. I sat back on the sofa, and those firm, bouncy thighs settled over mine.
"Haang...."
The instant my hard thigh pressed against her pussy, a moan burst out of her as if she couldn't take another second.
Her hands immediately started searching between my legs.
"What are you looking for?"
"Dongho.... cock.... Dongho's cock."
Her soft hand closed around my already-standing cock and pressed it straight against her soaked pussy.
"Haang....!"
The hard head of it touched her, and she started to shake. My shaft began to ease into her, slow, between those trembling thighs.
"Haaang...."
"Hhhk....!"
Inch by inch, my cock pushed into her cunt.
My eyes found the mirror across the room. It showed the two of us without mercy — the full, generous curve of her ass, pale and spread over my lap, and between those cheeks my cock being swallowed in wet, greedy thrusts.