Mom vs. Girlfriend (3)
The school bell I'd been waiting for finally rang. My eyes were sunken hollows — I hadn't managed to concentrate on a single class all day. Wave after wave of drowsiness had kept driving my face into the desk, and every teacher had given me an earful for it.
Last night...
The night I spent at her house would stay with me as the greatest moment of my life. After sending Seongdae's father and Seongdae far away, it had been our first night together — just the two of us, completely alone.
And in the most intimate place she lived: her own home. I had walked through that space as if it were mine, every corner thick with her scent.
I had led her voluptuous white body across the very bed where she had once lain with Seongdae's father, through the kitchen where she cooked, even into the bathroom — the most private space of all. Room by room I had pulled her with me, burning through the night together.
"Haa... Dongho... it's too... much..."
It must have been after I had come inside her several times already that the first real complaint slipped from her lips. I glanced at the clock. It was already past five in the morning.
How many times had I emptied myself into her? Her pale skin was flushed a deep red, slick with sweat and the juices she had been pouring out, and traces of me marked her everywhere. White semen from the head of my cock clung to the thick black thatch between her plump inner thighs. Dark, greedy kiss marks crowded the smooth line of her throat and the valley of her breasts.
"Hngh... if you leave marks like this, what am I supposed to do..."
She grumbled, looking genuinely troubled as she studied herself in the mirror. The suck-marks and lick-trails scattered across that white skin only made me harder.
I ravaged her like a dying man watching the last leaf about to fall — desperate, devouring. Dawn was already leaking through the cracks in the window, and the sight of the sun only made me more frantic. I stiffened the cock that had already plundered her pussy and drove it into her even harder, pistoning deep.
"Aung... aung..."
Her stamina was nothing to scoff at, either. Hooked on my young, hungry body, she had forgotten her exhaustion entirely and given herself over to nothing but her own lust and pleasure. She should have been spent after round after round, and yet every time I buried myself inside her, a thick moan tore out of her throat.
"Huu... hngh..."
"Aung... ah-hak...!"
At last, sometime past six in the morning, I sprayed the last of my cum across her body on sheets already soaked white. I wrung out every final drop until I filled her pussy to the brim, and her pale body shuddered, drowning in the aftershock.
"Haa... huu..."
A moan and a gasp burst from both our mouths at once. It had been an all-nighter, more or less. Neither of us had been able to contain the heat — we had spent the entire night pumping our fluids into each other's bodies.
Lying against her soft skin, I felt sleep start to pull me under. If I could have stayed there and spent another whole night with her, I would have gotten hard for her as many times as it took.
"Hello?...."
"Wait — really?!"
The happy afterglow lasted only a moment. Her phone shattered the silence — a silence so complete you could hear breathing — and she answered in a voice so drained from sex she could barely get the words out. Then her face hardened in an instant. She hung up fast and looked at me.
"Why... what's wrong?"
"Seongdae's dad and Seongdae are almost here. They'll be arriving any minute."
The words hit like a thunderbolt. She snatched her nightgown off the floor and yanked it on, then looked straight at me.
"You have to get out of here..."
An eviction order, straight from her lips. Those two bastards were interrupting the languid afterglow I had been sinking into. If they kept getting in the way of my time with her, I thought, family or not — something would have to be done.
"Yeah... I really... don't want to go."
"Mm... me neither..."
She was already slipping back into the role of a child's mother, a household's wife. She quickly straightened her clothes, handed me mine, and started tidying the room.
The house was a wreck from the sex we had had all night. Clothes stripped off in every corner, things knocked to the floor. She started by peeling off her panties — soaked through with her own juices — and tossing them in the laundry hamper.
"I'll head up..."
Dressed in a hurry, I stood at the front door and said my goodbye. Our first night together. Short, but it had felt like a dream.
Her hair was already pulled back into a neat bun. She came toward me and kissed me.
"Today... was good... I'll call you again. See you later."
"Okay..."
The soft press of her lips sent a twitch of life back into my spent cock. She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with no bra underneath, and the outline of her nipples showed through, sharp and clear.
See you later.
See you later. So casually, she was already promising we would meet again. I was worried those two might notice the flush still coloring her pale skin, but I had no choice. I had to say goodbye.
And so I spent almost the entire day wide awake. My head was foggy and I was raw and tingling down there, but the memory of that scorching night with her was comfort enough. If I could have another night like that with her, I would stay up as many times as it took.
Today, too, the moment school let out, Seongdae hurriedly packed his bag with Suyeon and took off. Looks like today was another day for their little secret business.
Tsk tsk.
He had no idea how much his own mother worried about him. Getting drunk on some girl like that.
I looked at Seongdae and let out a sigh I didn't really need. But a part of me was grateful for his delinquency, too. Without Seongdae's little incident, becoming "friends" with her might have taken a whole lot longer.
"The fuck you lookin' at."
The second I glanced at him while he was packing up, that nasty line came flying out of his mouth.
Little shit. What an attitude.
He was nothing like her — nothing like that warm, elegant woman.
Anyway. Don't you worry. I'm taking real good care of your mom.
A nameless feeling of superiority surged up inside me. A secret only she and I shared — one Seongdae would never know. A promise between the two of us that we would have to keep for the rest of our lives.
"Oh, you're home?"
I opened the front door, and she was already standing there. A white tank top, short denim cutoffs, and an apron tied around her waist — the outfit alone was already stirring something below my belt.
"You weren't too tired?"
The woman who had been pinned under my cock last night, moaning, was nowhere to be found. As if none of it had ever happened, she was every inch the composed, proper married woman looking after her son's friend.
"Wow... it smells amazing..."
"Hehe... does it?"
She was in the kitchen putting something together, clearly about to set a dinner table just for me.
If she were in our house like this every day... how happy would I be...
Watching her from behind as she laid out dinner, I could almost believe we were already husband and wife.
"I brought some soup ingredients and side dishes from home. Want to try some?"
She whipped up a full dinner spread in no time. The delicious smell rising off the food sent me straight to the sink to wash my hands, and I sat down across from her.
"You weren't tired?"
"Not at all. What about you, ma'am?"
"I was fine too. But we almost had a disaster on our hands."
"A disaster? Wait... did he notice?"
If Seongdae's father ever figured out what was going on between us, that really would be a disaster. I would never be able to set foot in her house again.
"Huu... I thought I'd cleaned everything up..."
"Our bedsheets were soaked, you know."
"Ah, right. The sheets..."
"Yeah. They were so wet that when he lay down he practically jumped out of his skin. Asked me if I'd pissed the bed... hehe..."
"What? Pissed the bed?"
"That's what he said...!"
She finished and smiled at me. That bright, open smile made her look for all the world like some innocent college girl.
"Whew... you scared me... so he didn't catch on?"
"No. I covered it pretty well. Told him I'd spilled some water."
I was relieved — though Seongdae's father had to be a pretty dense guy, falling for a lie like that.
The smell of my cum was probably still thick in that bed...
A flicker of worry crossed my mind, but it melted away the moment I saw her smiling so brightly.
No point in worrying over nothing.
"Ah... anyway..."
Her face tightened a little. She hesitated, like she was about to say something important.
"About that girl Suyeon."
"Suyeon?"
"Yeah. I don't think talking her around is going to work, is it?"
"Mm... yeah, I don't think so."
This was the same girl who had shown up with motel CCTV footage and blackmailed us. There was no way she would ever give us what we wanted.
"So I was thinking..."
Her delicate face turned serious, and I felt myself tense up right along with her.
"What if we went and talked to Seongdae ourselves?"
"What? To Seongdae?"
"Yeah. I think it might be better if we spoke to him directly and got him to drop that whole business as soon as possible..."
So she had decided to take it head-on.
"But... if we do that, Suyeon's going to expose us..."
"Ah... that's true..."
She was right. If word that we had gone to Seongdae ourselves ever reached Suyeon's ears... she would leak our relationship to every place she could think of.
Her expression darkened in an instant. I didn't want our relationship coming out either. Not now, at least.
"Or... what about this...?"
A sudden idea flashed through my head. It wouldn't be easy — but if it worked, it could protect me, her, and Seongdae all at once.
"What kind of idea?"
"A way for Seongdae to walk away from that business on his own."
"That would be the best, but... is there a way to do that?"
She tilted her head, curious.
"If a client turned him down, or he had a bad experience... wouldn't he back off?"
"A client... wait. You're saying we should become the clients?"
"No. Not us. You, ma'am."
"......What?"
Her eyes went even wider as she stared at me.