Your Mom Was Incredible (6)
She was still lying face-down on the sofa, panting, her whole body riding out the aftershocks of that scorching sex.
"Haa.... ha... ah...."
Her plump breasts were crushed flat against the cushions, showing off every filthy, gorgeous line of her, and hot cum was sliding down between the raised cheeks of her ass. Most of all, that flushed crimson pussy, slightly parted between her ample buttocks, was still twitching and trembling.
"Huuu....."
I wasn't in much better shape. My cock was still stubbornly hard, twitching, slathered in her juices. It was hard to believe this had been our first time together. The pleasure still clung thick to every inch of my body.
And then—
The doorbell rang from outside.
Her body, still trembling as she rested that twitching pussy, flinched hard. The room — filled with nothing but the hot air the two of us had breathed out — froze over in an instant.
"Wh... who's that?"
She asked me carefully, her face still flushed a deep, telltale red.
"Beats me... nobody should be coming at this hour..."
It was the truth. After my parents died, the only person who ever set foot in this house was Seongdae's mom. Every now and then the neighborhood office staff would drop by to ask about this or that, but that was almost always during the day.
Nobody should be coming now....
I slowly approached the intercom. My cock, still stiff and pointing at the ceiling, swayed and dangled with every step.
"Huh?"
What... what the hell!?
Why are YOU here?
Someone I never expected was standing on the other side. The face on the intercom screen was Seongdae. Seongdae. He was already planted at the door with a thoroughly pissed-off look on his face.
My body locked up on the spot. It took my brain a long, stupid moment to even process what I was looking at.
Why... why the hell did you come here all of a sudden? You never visited this house. You never even gave a shit. What for!?
"Who is it?"
She must have noticed something off about my frozen expression, because she asked carefully. She slowly pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the sofa. Her full breasts swayed with the motion, making her naked body look even sexier.
"S... Seongdae..."
"What...?"
She had the exact same reaction I did. No — she looked even more shocked.
I knew Seongdae never liked it whenever she came upstairs to drop off side dishes. For whatever reason, he hated her coming and going from our place, which is why her visits had always been done behind his back.
"Wh... what do we do?"
"Um... just... stall him for a bit," she whispered urgently, then started rummaging across the floor for her clothes.
"Okay.... I'll stall him."
That impatient bastard Seongdae rang the doorbell again. He might have heard us talking from inside.
Ah... what do I do?
The crude pounding and his surly voice rolled down the hallway.
Ugh... Seongdae... Seongdae!
Of all the times to show up. I was still savoring every last aftershock of the hot love we'd just made with my whole body.... This bastard Seongdae has never been useful for a single goddamn thing in my life. That's for damn sure.
"Uh.... uh!? Who is it?"
I tried to sound as natural as possible, but my shaking voice wasn't doing me any favors.
"It's me. Seongdae. Open the door."
"Wh... what? Seongdae?"
"Yeah, asshole. Open the door."
"Huh? Open the door...? Why?"
"Just open it for a second."
"Uh... uh... hang on..."
I answered as slowly as I could, buying every second I could get.
Meanwhile she was still naked, wiping away the evidence of what we'd just done. She pulled out a few tissues and started cleaning my hot cum as it ran down from between her legs. The sight of that elegant, innocent-faced woman spreading her thighs wide and wiping away semen was incredibly lewd. She thoroughly cleaned even the inner folds of her pussy, then started putting on her dress.
Then her movements suddenly froze. Like she'd just remembered something she'd forgotten, she paused with the floral dress halfway up. She seemed lost in thought for a moment.
Why... why is she stopping?
We don't have time...
Ah....! Oh shit.
I suddenly realized why she'd frozen. Of all days... she wasn't wearing any panties today. She'd come upstairs to our place wearing nothing but that floral dress, answering a certain secret request of mine. Of course she wouldn't have brought spare underwear. Under that dress that barely covered the curve of her thighs, her thick pubic hair and pink pussy lips would be completely exposed.
Having to greet her own son with no panties on, right after having sex... even for her, this had to be a pretty goddamn awkward situation.
Irritation was bleeding into Seongdae's voice. We were really pushing the temper of a guy who already hated waiting.
"Ah... okay! Just wait a second. I'm in the middle of something."
Meanwhile she slipped the floral dress over her head and started pulling it on. Sure enough... her figure was far too provocative. The thin fabric showed off every silhouette of her body. Especially the outline of her stiff pink nipples, standing out clear as day. The dress was just long enough to barely cover the lines of her plump thighs... if she bent forward even a little, that white, succulent ass of hers would be completely on display.
"Whoa....."
Blood rushed straight back into my softened cock.
She was looking in the mirror, fixing her clothes. Sweat beaded on her flushed face — anyone who saw her would know she'd just been physically active. She tugged the dress down with both hands, trying to hide the curve of her ass. But the more she pulled it down, the more the thin fabric made her nipples stand out.
"Uh... what do I do..."
She looked at me, flustered. But I didn't have any better ideas either.
"Should we... um... just... open it?"
"Huh? Do... Dongho. Your pants!"
Oh, right!
While she'd been getting dressed, I was still completely naked. I'd almost answered the door with my dick hanging out in front of Seongdae. If that had happened... I didn't even want to imagine.
I quickly pulled on my underwear and pants and got ready to open the door. When I looked at her face after getting myself together, she swallowed hard, just as tense as I was.
"I'll... wait in the kitchen."
She walked toward the kitchen, bracing for any unexpected situation. She probably wanted to make it look like a perfectly ordinary, everyday scene.
"Huuu...."
I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.
Seongdae stood in front of me, brow furrowed. He looked so pissed he was about to start cussing any second.
"Hey... why'd you take so long to open the door?"
"Ah... I was in the middle of something..."
"Doing what?"
"Ah... co... cooking!"
"What? Cooking?"
"Yeah... I was eating something good."
"What were you eating?"
I answered with whatever came to mind at his sudden questions. Cooking... my voice was shaking, but it was a pretty decent excuse. And honestly... I had been eating something delicious. It just happened to be your mom.
For a second the words your mom tasted fucking amazing rose all the way to my throat... but I couldn't bring myself to say them out loud.
"Um... so what's up?"
"Hey, is my mom here?"
"Huh?"
"I said is my mom here."
"Huh? Your mom...?"
"Yeah."
I panicked at Seongdae suddenly asking where she was. Why was he looking for his mom here? Did he know something? I studied his face, but all I could read from that thoroughly irritated expression was irritation.
"Huh? Aren't these my mom's shoes?"
"What?"
"My mom's here. Mom!"
Spotting her ballet flats through the front door, Seongdae shoved it open and barged in.
I hadn't been careful enough. I should have hidden her shoes first...
"Huh?... Seongdae?"
She responded to her son's voice calling for her. Even from a distance, her voice was trembling a little.
"Hey, Mom's here and you don't even answer. You wanna die?"
"Ah....."
"Don't 'ah' me. Get your head on straight."
Seongdae stepped into the house with a sharp glare. Just then she slowly walked out of the kitchen, a ladle in her hand.
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
"Huh?... I was just making Dongho some food..."
"Jesus. Your own son's starving to death and you're taking care of this guy? Why didn't you pick up your phone?"
Seongdae was laying into her, irritated. Apparently the reason he'd come up was because he was hungry.
Phew.... simple bastard.
I was relieved. I'd always felt my chest tighten whenever I saw Seongdae, wondering if Heo Suyeon might have run her mouth.
"Aww, my boy's hungry. Let's go downstairs. Mom'll make you food right away."
She soothed her son in a gentle voice. This wasn't the woman who'd just been slamming her pussy down on my thick cock, moaning lewdly. Right now she was just an ordinary mom looking at the son she loved.
"But...."
"Hmm?"
Seongdae's expression suddenly froze. His eyes scanned her body up and down.
"Mom... you came over dressed like that?"
"Huh...? Dressed like what? What do you mean?"
Seongdae's gaze locked onto her chest. Her plump breasts were pushed up, and the outline of her stiff nipples was clearly visible through the fabric. Anyone could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes were pointed right at her nipples.
"You came over wearing that?"
"....."
Her previously confident demeanor froze solid. Following Seongdae's blatant stare, she slightly closed her parted thighs.
A long tail gets stepped on. Looks like today, that tail got well and truly stepped on.