The Landlord Lady (2)
“Since you said to be honest…”
“Go ahead. It’s okay.”
I deliberately put on a soft smile, showing her a face that said she could relax.
“Actually… son…”
The landlord lady’s expression was beyond awkward—she looked like someone who no longer knew how to arrange her own face. Her mouth forced a smile while her eyes stayed wide open, lips working soundlessly.
“Just say it comfortably. What could you possibly not be able to tell your son?”
She looked at me, swallowed hard several times, and finally opened her mouth.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen one in ten years. A man’s.”
The moment the words left her, she lifted her beer glass and drained it in one shot. Looking embarrassed, she lowered her head a little and scraped a fingernail along the empty glass as she continued.
“Honestly, after their dad died, I was so busy raising the kids I didn’t even notice the years going by. Of course I never dated anyone either. Now that the kids have left home and I finally look around… well, this is the age I’ve become.”
I refilled her empty glass to the brim. She drank about half and went on.
“So seeing one, touching one—it’s been a long time. The truth is, ever since this morning I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Even while cooking I was so out of it I kept cutting myself with the knife…”
On the hand holding the glass I could see several cuts—not deep, but scattered large and small from the blade.
“I’m sorry. Just because I saw yours, I’ve been thinking about it all day… I must be crazy. I’m only saying this because Minwoo said he likes honesty.”
“You did well. Honesty is good. When the outside and the inside don’t match, you can end up hurting the other person for no reason.”
“R-right?”
“Of course.”
I filled both our glasses and we clinked them together, then I downed mine in one go.
“While we’re drinking, say everything you want to say. Don’t keep it bottled up in your chest. Empty it all out today.”
“Well then… there is something I’ve been curious about.”
“Tell me, Mom. All of it.”
She bit her lip lightly, then released it and asked me.
“This morning yours looked big. Is it always that big normally?”
“Mm. Morning has something to do with it, but… yeah, bigger than most guys.”
In truth it had gotten hard because I’d been thinking about the professor.
Hearing that, the landlord lady’s face filled with curiosity and she asked again.
“When I touched it while you were pulling your pants up—how did that feel?”
“Well… it was strange. The fact that the landlady touched it made me flustered for a second…”
“Hoho. Really? So you felt that way too. I thought it was just me.”
“I’m a man too. When a woman touches it, the feeling is weird.”
“Is that so? Hoho.”
Her gaze kept drifting down toward my crotch with something like hunger. Even while drinking beer her eyes kept sliding there, and she kept glancing at me as if she had more to say.
“Mom, you’ve got something you want to say, right? Just say it comfortably.”
Her lips looked parched; she kept wetting them with her tongue. She would start to speak, then press her lips tight again and hold the words back.
“Then… since we’re drinking…”
“Yeah. Since we’re drinking.”
“Could I see yours one more time? I won’t touch it or anything. Just look. That’s all.”
I was a little taken aback.
But thinking about how long she must have wrestled with those words inside her head before she could spit them out, I felt a pang of pity for her.
“Then lower the lights a bit. I’m embarrassed too, you know.”
The second I finished speaking she was already working the remote. The bulbs shifted to a warm tone and the brightness softened, like we’d stepped into a dim café.
I wasn’t completely soft right now. Sitting next to her while we drank, the way her thighs and the soft swell of her chest kept showing through her clothes had already started to thicken me a little.
“Okay. I’m only showing you because we’re drinking. Got it?”
She nodded over and over, eyes round as saucers.
I pushed my pants down to my thighs, then tugged my underwear just far enough to free my cock.
It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it stood stiff enough that it didn’t look bad. A bead of precum at the tip caught the light and glittered.
“Oh my my my. Oh my. Oh my my.”
Her already-wide eyes went even wider. Both palms flew to her mouth as she made little shocked sounds. Even her pupils trembled; she just kept blinking.
“Is this normal size? Oh my my, oh my my.”
“It got a little bigger, honestly. The atmosphere was… kind of like that…”
“Atmosphere?”
“Yeah. Your clothes are a little sexy, Mom…”
She looked down at herself. Her hand trailed lightly over the body that showed through the fabric, brushing across her chest. A small smile touched her lips.
“Do I look like a woman to you? Really?”
“Of course. You’re quietly sexy. Really.”
I scooped the precum from the tip onto my index finger, pressed it with my thumb, then pulled them apart so a long, thin thread stretched between them.
“This is what comes out when a man gets turned on in front of a woman.”
The corner of her mouth lifted; her voice came out a little flushed.
“I thought I was finished as a woman. Hearing you say that makes me so happy.”
When she glanced up at my eyes, I saw the faint sheen of tears gathering at the corners.
She took another swallow of beer, then went back to staring at my cock as if she could burn a hole through it. The look was so cute I pushed a little further.
“Mom, want to touch it a little?”
She lifted her head, mouth open, and swallowed hard while looking at me.
“Is that okay? Can I really touch my son’s… just once?”
“Of course. Go ahead and touch.”
I offered it closer. She traced her index finger slowly from the base all the way up the shaft to the head. She rubbed the thick precum leaking from the tip between her fingers. A ticklish, sweet pleasure ran up my spine.
The precum was slick; it clung to her fingertip.
“How is it?”
“Slippery. It’s been so long since I felt this.”
She brought the finger to her nose and sniffed, then, as naturally as breathing, slipped it into her mouth and sucked it clean with a soft pop. She gave me a little smile, then coated her finger again and put it back in her mouth.
—sslp.
I grew bolder. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.
“Mom, instead of keeping scooping it up like that… want to put just the tip in your mouth?”
“R-really? Can I… really do that?”
Her eyes went huge like a startled rabbit’s; she even stammered.
“Yeah. But only a little, okay? Just the tip.”
“Okay, son. Just the tip. Really.”
She leaned down and took the head into her mouth.
“Haaah—”
The moment my cock slid into the landlord lady’s hot mouth, pleasure surged up hard.
She held the head between her lips and gently licked away the precum with her tongue. After ten years without a cock in her mouth, her tongue moved shyly at first, trembling a little—but soon it was wrapping the whole head, the tip of her tongue rubbing the slit where the precum kept welling.
—sslick
“Ahh—”
A sharp, unnameable thrill kept rolling through me.
“Mom… ahh… that feels so good.”
When spit and precum mixed and ran from the corner of her mouth, she made wet little sucking sounds as she drank it down. Her tongue kept working the slit while slowly traveling lower.
“Mom… a little more…”
At those words my cock was drawn deeper into her mouth without either of us quite deciding it. One of her hands gripped the sofa; the other clutched my thigh. Her head sank lower and lower. With her mouth full she licked up and down the shaft again and again.
—sshlup. sshlurp. sshlup.
Her short, hippie-wave hair bobbed in time with the rhythm.
The promise of “just the tip” had already become a meaningless phrase that slipped right out of both our heads. Her head moved freer, more boldly, up and down. As if she were collecting every bit of the sexual hunger she had bottled up for the last ten years, she sucked my cock with wild abandon.
“Ahhh… Mom…”
It felt so good my ears went fuzzy.
She took me deep toward her throat, licking from root to head in long strokes. She didn’t just suck straight on; she pushed my cock into first one cheek then the other, playing with it the way someone might brush their teeth. As if this were her last chance, she used every method she could think of to suck me.
—sshlup. sshlurp. tsshlup.
Then she would pull off with a wet sound and swallow the juices that had gathered in her mouth before immediately taking me back in again.
The landlord lady had only one purpose: to keep my cock inside her mouth. Her tongue ravaged me without rest. Every so often she would pull free and carefully lick from the base all the way up the shaft, cleaning every last drop of the fluid that remained.
“Mom… it feels too good… ahh—”
I grabbed her head and thrust harder into her mouth. She made choked little sounds while she kept licking; even that alone seemed to send sparks through her body—her hips twitched and she rubbed her pussy against empty air.
Her unrestrained tongue-work sent pleasure racing from the back of my skull straight down into my cock. The urge to come rose like a storm.
Still holding her head, I drove into her mouth.
—tsshlup. tsshlurp.
“Ahhh… Mom… I’m gonna come…”
Cum erupted into the landlord lady’s mouth like a fountain.
—burrrt, bbyuujjk. bbyujjk.
She sealed her lips tight around me with the stubborn determination not to spill a single drop. For a long time my cock kept twitching and pumping into her mouth; when it finally showed no more signs of releasing anything, she sucked hard and pulled free.
—pop.
With her mouth full of cum she swallowed.
—gulp.
She panted, staring blankly into space with dazed eyes. A moment later she seemed to come back to herself; her body jerked and she whipped her head around to look at me, voice trembling with shock.
“Oh my my my my. I must be crazy. Oh my my. Really. I wasn’t in my right mind…”
With her reason returning, she didn’t know where to put her eyes; her head kept turning this way and that. I pulled her arm and drew her into my arms. Nestled against my chest she gasped for breath, trying to calm down.
“Son, I’m sorry. I must have been drunk. I was crazy…”
I took her by the shoulders, eased her back just enough to look at her face. A little of the cum she hadn’t fully swallowed had run from the corner of her mouth and beaded on her chin. Her face was completely flushed—blood rushed to the surface as if to prove that what she had just done had not been the act of a sober mind.
“Mom. It’s okay. Look at me.”
She met my eyes and slowly steadied her breathing. I looked at her and said,
“Since it’s already come to this… I’m going to let go of my reason a little too.”
“H-huh? H-how?”
Before she could finish answering, I covered her lips with mine.