Toy
I was cooking porridge for Mom for dinner.
All those abalone we’d prepared had dwindled to almost nothing once they were cleaned and eaten. I cracked open a can of tuna and stirred it in.
Scrape, scrape—
While I was still deciding what else to add, one idea flashed through my mind.
Knock knock. Creak—
“Noona~”
I carried the porridge straight into her room.
“…Huh? What’s with the porridge…?”
She no longer startled when I walked right in. What surprised her was that I’d brought food with me. She stared at the steaming bowl with a puzzled look.
“I need you to help me a little. Mom’s sick, after all.”
“Okay… if it’s something I can do… I’ll help.”
She still looked bewildered, clearly wondering what kind of help required bringing porridge into her bedroom.
“The porridge needs a topping. I want you to make it.”
“Ah… if that’s all, there’s canned stuff in the—”
“No. This.”
Her eyes followed my pointing finger to the thick pillar of flesh already bulging hard inside my pants.
“I’m going to top it with cum. Help me out.”
“Ah…”
Only then did understanding dawn; she looked up at me. She was wearing mint-green panties with a green waistband and a matching mint bra. From above I could see how her modest breasts left her nipples faintly visible.
Putting cum in porridge sounded insane, but under the circumstances Mom would know exactly what she was eating and still swallow it. The sheer depravity of that thought sent a quiet thrill through Sujeong.
So I’m just a tool for draining cum.
A faint sting of disappointment rose, then faded. She’d already been nothing more than Junwoo’s plaything for a while now. Ever since he’d saved her from that near-rape, something like affection had begun to take root; the ache she felt whenever he used her and walked away only proved it. But this time it was for Mom, not some stranger. Maybe that made it… not so bad.
The thought lasted only a second.
“Aren’t you going to suck?”
“…Ah… I’m sorry.”
Her place was clear: suck when told, spread when ordered—a slave. Whatever fondness she might feel, she existed to be used.
Slurp— suck— slurp— suck— sluuurp— suck—
She coated me thoroughly with spit and fellated me exactly the way she’d been taught, yet the only emotion she felt was quiet hurt. It showed plainly on her face.
“What’s wrong? Want me to give you a load too?”
She glanced up once, then simply kept sucking without a word. Even that was cute. I stood there a while, savoring the work of her tongue.
“Mm. You’ve gotten a lot better, Kwak Sujeong.”
Her skill really had improved. She would wet me, take me deep to the root, then relax her lips and glide off as if caressing every inch. She’d been practicing in secret.
The room filled with nothing but the wet sounds of her mouth on my cock.
Slurp— suck— slurp— shlick— slurp—
One hand gently tugged my balls forward, milking them with soft pressure.
“Nn… I’m getting close.”
The warm, soft suction of her mouth pulled the climax steadily upward. She said nothing, only kept working.
“Coming…!! Nngh…!!!”
Spurt— spurtt—!!!! Spurt—! Spurrrrt—
Her cheeks swelled fuller and fuller. She knew this load wasn’t meant for her.
Pop—
As always, she sealed her lips and pulled off with suction. The motion was second nature by now.
“Haa… haa… pour what’s in your mouth… into the porridge…”
She picked up the bowl from the desk. The porridge already held sticky clumps of tuna that looked almost like cum.
“Bweeh—”
A thick mixture of spit and semen spilled over the surface. Once it landed, you could barely tell where porridge ended and cum began—except for the heavy, unmistakable reek of semen that proved the topping was complete.
Gulp—
She gathered the last of it with her tongue and swallowed. Even the foreign texture no longer seemed to bother her; she simply waited for the next order.
That faintly hurt expression made me feel a little sorry for her.
“Were you disappointed, Noona~?”
I stepped closer and gently squeezed one breast as I asked.
“…No.”
“Liar. It’s written all over your face.”
“…”
She glanced at the mirror beside her, saw the pout she was wearing, and flushed.
Embarrassing…
But only for a moment.
“I’ll cum for you too this time. Turn around, spread your legs, and watch.”
Whether it was the promise of a load or the order to open herself, a spark of joy flared and chased the disappointment away.
Slap— slap— slap— slap— slap—
‘…Huh…?’
She was holding herself open, yet there was no sensation of entry—only the rhythmic sound of flesh being stroked. Looking back, she saw Junwoo staring at her pussy while he jerked off.
“Um…”
Pride stung, and staying spread like that suddenly felt pointless.
I kept rubbing my cock while I watched her hold her folds apart.
“Wider! I can’t see.”
At the sharp command she silently opened herself further. Thin threads of arousal were already wetting her pussy. That beautiful pink entrance flexed and glistened as I stroked myself harder. She answered by clenching and releasing, letting her hole wink open and shut.
“Haa…”
A deep, wet sigh of excitement escaped her. Every time she tensed, her entrance bloomed; every time she relaxed, it closed again. The wet slap of my fist was driving her higher.
“Ah… now…”
Slap— slap— slap— slap— slap—
“Now… haa… haa… what…?”
She began to rock her hips gently, still holding herself open.
“Put… it in, please…”
Her voice was soaked with need.
Slap— slap— slap— slap— slap— slap—
Silence filled the room except for that sound, yet she kept swaying her ass in wordless pleading.
“Haa… cock… please put it in…”
Her pussy fluttered and began to drip. A bead of slick ran down and fell to the floor. I stepped closer and tapped the head of my cock against her mound.
“Hhk…! …Ah… haaa… please…”
She was at the stage where the lightest touch made her jolt. She needed my cock more desperately than anything.
“…You want it in?”
“Yes… please… put it in… you don’t even have to give me the cum…”
Crack—
“Hiiiek…!!!!”
I brought my palm down hard across her ass. The plump flesh bloomed red; a clear handprint rose almost instantly. She didn’t care. She kept rocking her hips, begging for cock.
“Ask properly, Sujeong.”
The moment she had been waiting for. The words rose unbidden.
“Cock… give me cock…!!!”
She clenched in readiness, prepared to take me—yet I still didn’t give it to her.
“Heh… you really thought I’d give it to you?! …Nngh…!”
Instead of thrusting in, I let the climax crest and stepped over to the bowl of porridge waiting on the bed.
Spurtt— spurt— spurtt— spurt!
Less than before, but more than enough to blanket Mom’s porridge a second time.
“Haaa…”
Sujeong could only watch, still frozen in that open pose, as my cum painted the food meant for her mother.
I topped the long-cold porridge with two warm loads of my seed.
“Good work, Noona.”
Leaving her there dripping and staring after me, I picked up the bowl and walked out.
She couldn’t say a word.
This is so pathetic… so cruel…
Looking at her own ruined state left her reeling. When he’d forced her, she had hated it, yet he had planted pleasure deep enough to make her writhe. Now he seemed to be toying with her endurance on purpose, playing games.
The porridge had cooled enough that the bowl no longer burned the hands, yet the surface was still glazed with warm cum.
Knock knock. Creak—
Mom was sitting at her desk watching a drama on her phone.
“Feeling better?”
“Hoho~ How long has it been since I got better~? I’ll rest like this just for today, then I’m back on my feet tomorrow~!!”
She set the phone aside and stretched her arms overhead with a bright smile, looking fully recovered. Every time she moved, her heavy breasts strained against the bra as if they might burst free.
Gulp—
“Pfft!”
She noticed my gaze and laughed, a little shy.
“Oh, right. Eat this, Mom.”
“Ugh, I don’t want any more…”
“Think of it as the last bowl before you’re completely well.”
I handed her the porridge with a mischievous look. She tilted her head at the room-temperature bowl—then the thick scent of a man, of fresh cum, hit her.
“We ran out of abalone, so I put in something good for the body instead.”
“Mmm~ The smell is quite strong, isn’t it~?”
She matched my tone and made a show of licking her lips right in front of me.
“Noona helped a little.”
I said it outright—that Sujeong had helped milk the cum—yet Mom simply stirred the porridge with her spoon, unbothered. Sticky fluid swirled across the surface and clung thickly to the metal.
She lowered her lashes, lifted the spoon, watched a long strand stretch and break, then opened her mouth and took a big bite that included a chunk of tuna. Even standing beside her I could smell the heavy musk of semen. Knowing exactly what it was, she still licked her lips as if it were delicious—an utterly lewd sight.
She was on a different level from Sujeong or Sua. Mom had been the first in the family to offer herself, and the mature composure she carried set her completely apart.
“Is it good?”
I stayed and watched her eat at my leisure.
“How exactly… did Sujeong help you…?”
After one mouthful she looked up at me and asked.