Toy (2)
"How exactly did Sujeong help you...?"
The sticky liquid of the porridge clung to Mom's lips, making them glisten.
"When I told her it was for you, she sucked me off like she meant it~"
"Mmm... I see..."
Her voice came out sticky and pitched a little higher, a thread of excitement running through it. Mom lowered her eyes as if she were picturing Sujeong doing it.
"She worked hard so you could recover, so lick the bowl clean. Every last drop."
I wanted to see how she'd react. I already knew she was going to eat it all anyway.
"It is tasty, though~ Thick..."
Mom ate without kimchi or any other side dish. Every time she lifted a spoonful, countless sticky strands clung to the spoon like natto.
Slurp—
Those threads stretching from her lips made my cock tighten with heat. Mom, as if putting on a show for me, said nothing and slowly savored the porridge, rolling it around her mouth several times before she swallowed.
Gulp—
Then she looked at my cock and smiled, satisfied.
"A little short on toppings, though..."
"Want a refill?"
Filthy talk only the two of us understood. Mom reached behind herself at once and unhooked her bra.
Click. Click.
With the soft snap of the hooks, her beautiful breasts spilled free.
"How should I take my refill, then~?"
Mom slipped down off the bed and sank to her knees. Looking at her face, I could tell she was fully recovered—and then some. She gazed up at me full of expectation.
"Suck me."
"...Yes, Master."
A flush of excitement rose in her. With a face pink and loaded with anticipation, she took my cock into her mouth.
Hup—
"Mmm~"
The sensation after so long. Soft and hot—but every mouth felt different. Unlike my sister's, Mom's was unmistakably searing inside.
Slurp—suck—slurp—suck—
She alternated between soft kisses and full fellatio, steadily building the stimulation. She clearly knew how to stack pleasure. Her soft tongue wrapped around the head inside that hot mouth and dragged past it, hardening me further.
Suck—sluuurp—slurp—sluuurp—slurp—lick—lick—schloop—
"Ah... Mom... ngh... you're still the best..."
She smiled with her eyes, pleased, and sucked harder, applying real pressure. She had the sense to catch the head lightly between her lips, slipping it in and out so the rim snagged just enough each time. I brushed her pussy with my toes over her panties.
"Mmmp... hnn!"
An immediate reaction.
"Harder. I'll top it right for you..."
I pressed my big toe down firmly against her panties, driving the order home. A faint dampness was already transferring onto my toe.
"Slurp... sluuurp.... hah...!!.... mmph... hnn...!"
Feeling the pressure of my toe, her blowjob grew a little fiercer with each pass, and the urge to come rose fast.
"Topping coming....! .....ngh.....!!!!"
Mom sealed her mouth into a vacuum, ready to take it.
Spurt—! Spurt—! Spurt—spurt—spuuuurt—
With Mom, the volume was always enormous. Her cheeks hollowed inward. When my cock finally stopped pulsing, she gave one last hard suck and drew even the last of the semen from my urethra into her mouth.
Aah—
The usual semen inspection. She opened her mouth on her own for her son's inspection.
"Spit it in the porridge."
Mom stood, picked up the bowl, and spat the mouthful of cum into it.
"Bweh... tch...!"
She got it all out, then sucked back the strands that wouldn't quite break free and swallowed them.
Gulp—
Even after multiple loads, my cum was still thick. She eyed it and stirred the porridge again, thoroughly. Once she was done mixing, she cleaned the spoon by sucking it clean.
"Give me that."
I held out my hand, and Mom set the spoon in my palm.
"Stand up, Mom."
At my order she set the porridge aside and rose. I slid her panties down and examined her wet pussy. From the blowjob alone, the split of her was already slick and shining with arousal.
"...Ahn...!"
I set the spoon between her folds and slowly scraped up her juices. The metal was warm yet hard against her, and her body jerked. About a third of the spoon filled with her slick. The silver glinted under the thick, gleaming coat of her fluids.
"Haaaah..."
Seeing her own wetness on the spoon, Mom let out a burning sigh. I scooped a portion of the cum-covered porridge with that same spoon and held it to her mouth.
"Aaah~"
"...Aaah~"
As if she had no choice, she opened and took the spoon. Once it was in, she did as before—cleaned it thoroughly in her mouth, then let the bare spoon out. Unidentified sticky threads stretched unbroken from her lips.
"How's it taste?"
I leaned in beside her as she chewed without swallowing right away, and whispered.
"...It's good...♡"
She looked at me and said the thick, reeking porridge was delicious. The heat of the situation made even that briny, food-unfriendly semen go down as something she wanted. I watched her body while she kept eating. With her panties down, she kept glancing self-consciously at her lower half, eyes darting.
Squeeze, knead—
I worked her unprotected breasts in my hands and watched her face. Sometimes she could be so wanton, and right now she looked almost shy, awkward with where to put her eyes.
"Have you ever used a sex toy, Mom?"
"...Mm... yes... a few times, a while back."
"When you masturbated?"
"...Yes."
"How often?"
"Not that much... a few times a month? ...Mm, and the kids were little then, so..."
Less toy use than I'd expected.
"Just a dildo, then?"
"Huh? ...Yes..."
Embarrassed, but she answered everything. I started mapping it out in my head—once she fully recovered, I'd put her through training and open her sex drive up properly.
"Feeling lively after the eel?"
Her question cut through the quiet.
"Ah...? Uh... yeah. I'm not losing steam."
Thinking back, she had gone out in that heat to buy eel and come home drenched in sweat. Gratitude flickered—but then I remembered how irresponsible her maternal love had been in the past. Watching her eat the porridge with shy pleasure at my answer only made the urge to torment her climb a little higher.
"Finish every bit of that porridge. I'll check later."
"Yeees~"
By then the room was thick with the smell of semen.
There's still a lot of porridge left. It'll take her a while.
I left Mom behind and stepped out of the room again.
At that same hour, Sujeong had pulled herself together and was back at her computer—and every day felt dull and empty.
"Ugh... nothing to do... and no money..."
Even if Junwoo had money, she couldn't just keep asking him to buy her things, and sitting around the house was pure boredom.
I want clothes. I want to go out and actually do something... sigh.
She didn't like games, and dancing didn't hold her interest the way it used to—though she still had to practice, of course.
"Fine. I'll get a part-time job. Make some friends while I'm at it."
She downloaded an app and started looking. Cafés, restaurants, movie theaters, office assistants, department store greeters—there was a ridiculous range of listings.
Whoa... there's so much out there...
Scroll—scroll—
She scrolled through her phone hunting for a wage she liked.
"Twelve thousand won an hour... wait, what????"
At ten thousand an hour, a month would come out to roughly one-seventy—real money for Sujeong.
Yeah. I'm doing this.
Without a second thought, she messaged the café advertising twelve thousand an hour.
"What the hell... so goddamn rude."
Her mood soured in an instant, but she was the one who needed the job, so she kept answering.
Whether the owner was desperate or just had nothing better to do, the replies came insanely fast. The place wasn't far—about a ten-minute walk from home. That café on the intersection she used to pass whenever she wandered the neighborhood.
There was probably a reason they were short-staffed, but with things already rolling, Sujeong got ready. Pride had made her say thirty minutes.
She sniffed herself. Sniff—sniff. There was a faint smell, but she'd just have to wash again when she got home, so she threw clothes on as she was. A tank top under a red checkered shirt, and short denim hot pants. She was getting used to the version of herself that could just throw clothes over her underwear without feeling weird about it.
She stepped out of her room, already regretting the thirty-minute claim, and decided to kill time in the kitchen. The cool blast of the air conditioner let her zone out for a bit.
A café job... just make coffee and clean, right?
Click—
Junwoo came out of Mom's room.
"What, where are you going, Noona?"
"Ah... I'm going to try for a part-time job."
"A job?"
"There's nothing to do at home... and I want to meet people."
...
An awkward current ran between them. A small, nameless sense of being left behind—something a single word from him, just enough to hold her, might have fixed—needled at her.
"Every day?"
"I'm only going for the interview, so I don't know yet."
"Too bad. Good luck."
She hadn't expected him to grab her and stop her outright—but the disappointment kept sitting there all the same. With that, Junwoo went into his own room and shut the door. Before the unreadable feelings could surge up and scramble her again, she shook her head and just left.
Click—
It was her first job in a long time. Her hands were a little shaky—and underneath that, she was worried too.