With Jaehun's Mom in My Studio Apartment (2)
"Minwoo, so this is the kind of thing you like?"
His eyes stung from forgetting to blink, but all he could think about was burying his face between those breasts right then and there.
Watching him, Ajumma pushed her chest toward him. He had no choice but to lean in, drawn as if under a spell. The moment his nose sank deep into the valley of her cleavage above the bra, he drew in the deepest breath he could manage. A sweet, faintly sugary scent flooded all the way into his lungs. He inhaled and exhaled like a complete pervert. With his reason already rocketed off to Andromeda, he had become a freak obsessed with her scent alone.
Ajumma looked down at him, stroking the back of his head with one hand while the other reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The cups that had been supporting her breasts went slack and slipped down inside her blouse, and then her full, magnificent breasts spilled free on either side of his face, still buried in her cleavage and drinking in her scent.
He licked at her nipples and kneaded her breasts with his free hand.
"Haah…"
A moan tore out of her as if it might burst, and her body arched like a drawn bow. He eased her slowly down onto her back.
Smooch. Suck. Slurp.
Still offering him her breasts, Ajumma lay back and undid the remaining buttons of her blouse with her own hands, then shoved the bra and blouse off onto the floor. After sucking and fondling her breasts for a long while, he gradually moved his hand down beneath her skirt. Feeling the smooth skin of her legs, he pushed the skirt up and caught the waistband of her pantyhose, drawing them slowly down. She lifted her hips a little to help them come off more easily, then kicked the stockings free once they reached her knees.
Still nursing at her breasts, he worked his way down between her legs. Beneath the skirt rucked up around her waist, bare skin was revealed. He bent her legs slightly, stroking the sleek calves, breathing them in, tasting them with his tongue. When he nudged her bent legs a little farther apart, she opened them for him just as he wanted.
His tongue traveled from her calves slowly up her thighs, and right before his eyes he could see her juices soaking through the small, tempting triangle of her panties.
"Haah… ah… mmh…"
Whether from the pleasure of his tongue or something more, her moans grew louder. With no intention of stopping, his tongue climbed higher along her inner thighs. At last it arrived at her crotch, and he began to lick the wetness that had soaked thoroughly into the fabric of her panties.
Slurp. Suck. Schlick.
He sucked at her juices as if he meant to drink the panties themselves, and every time he did, Ajumma let out rough, broken moans and clutched at the bedsheets.
Haaah—ahhk…
Gently, he pinched the edge of her panties and drew them aside. Nestled in a thick thatch of hair, the soft mound of her pussy appeared; when he pulled the fabric farther, the long vertical slit of her sex opened before his eyes. Already lost in arousal, her asshole clenched and released in little spasms, and each time it did her pussy parted and closed by the barest fraction. The sight of the glistening wetness between those folds made his head swim, and he pushed his tongue even deeper into her.
Haaaaah—
The rough breathing she had been panting out swelled into louder moans. The sound scraped against his ears and sent blood surging the wrong way through his whole body.
Schlick. Slurp. Suck. Smooch.
Ajumma's pussy was beyond anything he had imagined. It was as springy and elastic as Juhyun's had been the day before, and when he pushed his tongue into that juice-slick heat he could feel the soft inner folds twitch and flutter around him. With his fingers he gently parted the long slit at the top and found her plump, inviting clit, then focused his attack there.
Slooorp. Schlick… suck-suck-suck.
The long, relentless work of his tongue went on. Ajumma's moans edged toward screams, and her hips began to buck wildly up and down without any control.
"Ah… n-no… th-there… haaaah—"
She yanked his head harder against her pussy and let out a deep, shuddering breath.
Slurp. Schlick. Gulp. Sloooooorp.
Her bucking hips grew even more violent; her open thighs clamped around his face and released again and again, as if she no longer knew what to do with her own body. Her whole lower half jerked and shuddered as though she had been shocked with electricity. A long, high cry tore out of her, every muscle locking tight, and the thighs wrapped around his face squeezed hard.
Then—
"Haaaaaah—!"
Sploosh.
With a short, broken cry, water gushed from Ajumma's pussy and sprayed full across his face. She stayed frozen with her hips and ass lifted off the bed, twitching a few more times and trembling all over, before she finally lowered herself back down.
"Haah… haah… haang…"
Every bit of strength had drained from her limbs; her arms and legs lay limp, and only her still-ragged breathing heaved in her chest. He lifted his head and simply looked at her for a long time. Only when she had recovered a little did she speak.
"Minwoo, I'm sorry. For doing that… all over your face."
Her flushed face held embarrassment and apology at once.
"It's fine. I liked it, you know? It was a new experience."
"Even so…"
"Last time Ajumma made me come, and today I got to do it for you. Fair trade, right?"
"Oh my, you're right… hoho."
She opened her arms to him.
"Come here, Minwoo."
He crawled up slowly and settled his body gently over hers. Burying his face in her full breasts, he nestled against her as if he had become a baby again.
"Minwoo, try this for a second."
She rolled him onto his side, then onto his back, and climbed astride him. Slowly she peeled his T-shirt up and off.
"Ajumma will make you feel good."
The words had barely left her mouth before she sucked on his earlobe. Her tongue traced the inside of his ear, and every time she did, her hot breath poured into him. She worked her way down and kissed his neck. Warm, soft lips and tongue tickled along his throat. Each time her breasts brushed lightly against his body, his arousal climbed higher.
"Ah… haah…"
Her mouth traveled lower still until it reached his nipple; she nipped it gently between her teeth and licked all around the areola.
Smooch. Suck.
After lingering there a long while, her tongue drifted slowly downward, and at the same time she opened his zipper, took hold of his pants and underwear together, and drew them down. Freed from the cramped fabric, his cock sprang up hard and fierce toward the ceiling. The shaft, coated and gleaming with precome, was ridged with thick, pulsing veins.
Her lips passed his navel and kept descending. A moment later something warm closed around his cock, and inside it something soft twisted and rubbed against him from every angle.
Slurp. Slurp.
His cock filled Ajumma's mouth completely; the precome coating it mixed with her saliva until everything was slick and lewdly slippery.
"Haah…"
His breathing roughened and his mind went hazy. She began to bob her head slowly up and down, sucking him harder. When she pulled up and sucked with real force it felt as if his cock might be torn free; when she sank back down, the soft heat of her mouth wrapped him completely.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The speed of her sucking grew faster and faster. Every time she took him deep into her throat, the ecstasy made him spill even more precome, and the thickened fluid ran out between her lips.
Schlick. Schlick.
Each time she pulled his cock free of her mouth, only that wet, filthy sound filled his studio apartment. She gagged softly as she forced him all the way down her throat. His cock, experiencing something it had never felt before, twitched as if it were about to shoot right then and there.
Schlick. Schlick.
Even while she blew him, Ajumma watched his face. The moment his expression said he was about to come, she stopped, then sucked so hard it felt as if she meant to pull his cock clean off.
Sloooorp. Pop.
Right on the edge of climax, his cock escaped her mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She leaned in and kissed him. Their tongues tangled, and the kiss turned fierce and deep.
After the brief kiss she climbed slowly up over his cock, still standing straight toward the ceiling. She took hold of him, set the head against the entrance of her pussy, and pushed the tip just inside. The moment she began to settle her weight down onto him, his cock slid into her little by little.
"Mmmmh…"
When he felt the full weight of her body, his cock had buried itself all the way into the deepest part of her. Her soft ass settled heavily against his groin. He gripped those full, tempting cheeks hard in both hands.
Schlick.
She began to lift and lower her hips slowly. Each time she did, his cock slid halfway out of her and then sank back in. When her weight came down fully, he was driven deep into her again.
Schlick. Schlick.
Her bouncing grew stronger. Now and then she lifted her hips high and slammed them down hard. Every time, something at the tip of his cock brushed against a barrier deep inside her, and at the same moment a moan like a scream rang out of her.
"Minwoo's… so huge. Haaang…"
He looked up at the older woman working so hard on top of him. She was mauling her own breasts, twisting her nipples between her fingers. Her half-lidded eyes showed pupils gone soft and unfocused; her lips were parted, spilling rough, ragged breaths. Watching her breasts sway and bounce with every rise and fall of her hips, the sense of pure, filthy wrongness in him climbed to its peak.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Haah. Haah. Haaang.
"Ajumma, it feels so good. Haah—haah—"
"Haaang. Minwoo, yours is so big it feels like it's going all the way into my stomach. Haaaang."
She lifted her hips until only the head of his cock remained inside, then pressed down on the shaft with her hand and sank slowly onto him again. As he slid along her inner walls he could feel every single fold, vivid and clear. When he was most of the way in, the tip met something that blocked him; she curled her hips a little and put more of her weight on him.
"Huk— Ajumma, something's weird. I think it's all the way in."
"Hah. Hah. Because Minwoo's cock is so big, it went even deeper."
Still pressing down on his cock, she put her entire weight onto his pelvis. The head that had been stopped pushed through once more with a sudden, deep slide.
"Haaaang. Minwoo. I'm going crazy. Hah. Hah."
"Ajumma, this is crazy. It feels too good—aah! Huk—"
Past that barrier, the head was wrapped in something that squeezed it with a dense, sticky pressure. Inside her, the walls clenched once around his shaft and then clamped tight around the head as well. A double grip.
"Haaaah. Minwoo's cock went all the way into my womb. Haaaang."
"Huk. Huk. Ajumma, something's wrong with me. Stuff keeps coming out of my cock. Haaah—"
He couldn't hold the excitement back; little spurts of semen began to leak from him. She clenched hard around the cock buried deep inside her, pressed her hips flush against his pelvis, and rocked her waist forward. Compared to the simple up-and-down piston of lifting and dropping her ass, this grinding motion—holding him inside and moving only her hips—gave him a fantastic, brand-new kind of thrill he had never felt before.
"Haaaang. Minwoo's cock is so big it feels like it's in my womb. I've never felt anything like this. Ah—"
From her body, juices and something like piss mixed together and poured out in a flood.
"Haaah. Minwoo. Do something to my body. Haaaang."
"Haah. Me too. This feels way too good. Haaaah."
The studio apartment was filled with nothing but the sounds of the two of them fucking—moans, the wet slap of juices against skin. They had both lost all reason and gone on like animals.
Then, from his cock, a signal he could no longer hold back arrived. A dizzying urge to come surged through him.
"Ah— Ajumma. I'm gonna come."
"Haaang. Come deep inside Ajumma's womb. Come deep."
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Is that okay? Can I come inside?"
"It's fine. Hurry—come deep in Ajumma's pussy. Hurry. Haang—"
Then—
"Aaaaaah—!"
Spurt. Gush. Gush.
Drip. Drip.
Just as she had told him, he poured his semen deep into her womb. Ajumma was gushing out her own orgasmic fluid like a flood of piss. They came at the same time. He felt, all over again, the sheer power of experience and maturity.
She threw her head back and trembled for a long time like a fish out of water.
"Haah… so good. I'm going crazy. Haang. Haang. Haang."
Her hot body collapsed over him as if she had simply fallen. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close while she panted roughly against him.
"Huk… huk… huk…"
"I came inside. Is that okay? What if…"
She looked at him, smiled faintly, and held out her left arm.
"See this?"
She pointed to the inside of her elbow.
"Just in case—the day we did it—I went and got this procedure done."
"What is it?"
"Birth control implant. It means from now on, Minwoo can come inside Ajumma whenever he wants."
She held the spot closer so he could see.
"That's amazing."
"It's day three now, so it should already be working."
"From now on our Minwoo can fill Ajumma up as much as he wants. Hoho."
She climbed off him and lay down at his side.
"A woman in her forties, really doing this with a guy in his twenties… I keep wondering if it's okay. Of course I like it, but still."
"Ajumma, from now on that kind of talk is banned. I really like you. I mean it."
"Because of our Minwoo, I honestly feel like I've become a real woman again."
"If you keep saying things like that, I might start calling you Myeong-hui instead of Ajumma."
"Myeong-hui? Hoho. That actually feels nice too. But if you slip and call me that outside, won't people look at us funny?"
"Yeah… that would be a problem."
"Then should we stick with Ajumma?"
"Hmm… let's figure out what to call each other later."
She was thorough about everything. If the name stuck on his tongue and he accidentally called out "Myeong-hui~" in public, they would be stamped as an adulterous couple on the spot.
"Okay. For now I'll keep calling you Ajumma."
"All right. For now, that works."
She kissed him on the cheek.
"But Minwoo."
"Yes?"
"You're still not done?"
She pointed at his cock, already stiff again, veins standing out as if they might burst.