A Night with My Friend's Mom (2)
The second kiss was even filthier than the first.
"Chuuup… mmph… churrrrr."
The wet, sticky sounds of saliva filled the living room. She gripped my face tight and plundered my lips with a soft, greedy hunger. When I started gasping for air, she watched me with a sly little smile and pulled my tongue into her mouth, sucking on it with wet, rhythmic pulls.
We drank each other's spit, tongues grinding together until foam formed between our mouths. The thought that I was sharing a kiss this obscene with my friend's mother made my cock swell so hard it felt ready to burst.
"…Heh. Already standing at full attention, are we? Is this really okay—getting hard for your friend's mom?"
"…It's because you're too sexy, Auntie."
Buried in those words was another meaning entirely: And is it okay for you to be doing this with your son's friend? She caught the implication at once. A wicked little smile curved her eyes as she started undoing my pants.
Her hands were impossibly soft—unbelievable for a woman in her forties—as they brushed over the fabric. Then she freed my cock from my underwear, and her eyes went wide.
"Impressive…"
It was clearly bigger than she'd expected. I'd always been confident about my size; even as a kid I'd been far larger than other boys. Whenever the topic of dick size came up among friends, mine was easily more than twice as big as anyone else's. For the first time, that thick, almost vicious cock—the kind you only ever saw on Western porn stars—felt like something to be proud of.
"I had a rough idea from the outline I kept seeing through your pants… but this is even more impressive than I thought."
"Y-you saw the outline? Wait—Auntie, have you been looking at my—"
"Mm-hm. It wouldn't be fair if only you got to stare at my body, would it? Truth is, every time you came over I was secretly checking you out too… Disappointed? Is the real me a lot different from the auntie you imagined?"
"N-no. I actually like it better this way…"
There was a monstrous sexual appetite sleeping inside her—far deeper than I'd ever guessed. Women her age were supposed to be at their peak, weren't they? And I was the one who'd flipped that switch.
The refined, elegant image of Jinsu's mother was gone. The woman whispering sticky words against my ear was nothing but a shameless slut. But the fact that she saw me as a man—that she wanted me—kept any of it from feeling bad.
"…Do you want to do it with me?"
"Yes. I want to…"
"I'd love to make you feel all kinds of good too… but Jinsu might wake up. We can't make any loud noises… So for tonight, will you settle for Auntie's mouth?"
My eyes were bloodshot with the need to fuck her right then and there, but she never once lost her composure. There was an adult firmness in her voice that left no room for refusal, and before I knew it I was nodding.
"Okay. I will."
"Good. Then…"
She sat me down on the sofa and settled between my thighs. As her face slowly approached my cock, a critical realization hit me and I put a hand on her head.
"A-Auntie! Wait!"
"What is it?"
"C-could I go wash up first?"
I'd skipped a shower today. Since I was sleeping over at a friend's place I hadn't brought a change of clothes, and the whole idea of showering had felt awkward, so I'd just brushed my teeth and washed my face before bed. I didn't want her sucking on a dick that smelled.
She was always so clean and put-together. The thought that she might hate a smelly cock made me nervous.
"Sejin."
"I-I'm sorry. I'll wash real quick and come right back…"
She just looked at my face, flushed red with embarrassment. For a second my heart hammered with the fear that the mood would break and she'd take back her offer of a blowjob.
"Then why don't we check how strong Sejin's cock smell actually is? Snnniff… snnnniiiff~~??"
"U-ugh!? Auntie?!"
She pressed her nose right up against my glans and started inhaling hard. She was so passionate about it I half expected the head of my cock to get sucked straight up her nostrils.
My face burned. I tried to pull back, but her hands locked firmly around my thighs and refused to let me go.
As if deliberately trying to make me squirm, she buried her face against my cock and made exaggerated, filthy snorting sounds while she sniffed like a woman possessed.
"Snnnnniff~~?? Hooooh… snnnhhh!!"
"Th-that's dirty! Stop smelling it!"
"No it isn't. It actually smells good."
There was no way an unwashed cock that had gone all day without a shower could smell good. But she looked genuinely ecstatic, nose buried against the head, her hips giving little involuntary twitches.
…She was even more of a pervert than I'd thought. And the way she exaggerated every sniff just to watch me get flustered made her look every bit the lewd seductress. After savoring the scent for a long while, she gave me a sultry smile and pressed a soft kiss to the tip.
"Auntie actually likes this smell. Next time you come over, don't wash—just come as you are. I'll clean every last inch of Sejin's cock for you myself♥"
"…Auntie."
"Snnniff… And a man's scent after so long… it's so sweet♥"
Lines that crude and vulgar coming from a woman who'd always seemed so proper made my whole body shudder. She had been hiding a far more twisted instinct than anything I'd imagined.
My head went blank enough that I almost wondered if this was a dream. Then a strange, electric sensation crashed through me, proving beyond any doubt that this was real.
"Mmmnnn…"
Starting from the tip, she slowly took my cock into her mouth, enveloping it inch by inch.
It was clearly too thick to swallow in one go, so she gradually widened her lips around it. The hot, slick texture of her mouth sank into every nerve in my body and drained the strength right out of me.
"Kh—ugh? This is a little dangero—"
For someone with zero experience, the stimulation was overwhelming. Wanting the pleasure to last, I clenched every muscle in my lower body and gritted my teeth. But she swallowed me all the way to the root like she had no intention of letting me escape.
With my cock buried in her throat, she looked up at me with eyes full of pure sex.
Meeting that intense gaze made me feel like a herbivore staring down a predator.
She glared at me like she meant to devour me whole and started bobbing her head. Slow at first, then faster and faster. Dangerous wet friction sounds—chup-chup-chup—rose from the soft membranes of her mouth.
And with them, a terrifying pleasure that kept climbing higher.
Every time the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat she let out a choked, struggling breath—but she never slowed down. Pleasure so intense it straightened my spine washed through me.
"Aaaah… Auntie! A little slower—!"
Thick spit from deep in her throat coated my cock in a heavy layer. She sucked with such ferocious passion that every time my cock pulled free of her lips, long strings of white, sticky saliva stretched and snapped between us.
Even through the occasional gag, she never stopped forcing me all the way into her throat. In between she clenched and released around me with lewd little techniques, giving everything she had to make me feel good.
"Chuuuup! Chk!"
That filthy friction churned her spit into foam that dripped down and warmly soaked my balls. Looking up at me with her eyes rolled high, she drove me harder and harder toward the edge like she had no mercy left to spare.
Squish-squish-squish!
Her merciless deepthroat made my vision go white. This was far beyond any pleasure I could endure. In the end my lower body went slack and I poured every drop of cum I'd been holding back straight into her mouth.
"I-I'm cumming—!"
—Gulp, gulp…
Just as I'd expected, she swallowed every last bit. It was my first real orgasm, so the volume was enormous—but not a single drop escaped. After she'd taken it all she even looked disappointed, and lapped up the leftover cum clinging to my urethra with her tongue.
What the hell was going on inside that mouth? The way it clung like an octopus sucker made my toes curl all over again.
"…Did that feel good?"
"'Good' doesn't even cover it. If we keep going my brain's going to melt…"
"Heh. I'm glad…"
Hearing my answer, she gave me a filthy smile and pressed a soft kiss to the tip, as if wrapping up the moment. But my cock was still twitching like a freshly caught fish, nowhere near satisfied. She saw it, laughed obscenely, and wrapped her hand around me, stroking up and down.
"Looks like this part still isn't happy?"
Squish-squish-squish!!
The spit still coating my cock worked as lube, making thick, wet sounds. Veins stood out as it swelled again—hard to believe I'd just finished cumming.
That hand technique alone could turn any virgin into a premature ejaculator, and on top of it the woman I'd always admired was giving me a handjob. I couldn't hold back the moans.
"A-Auntie… haah… nnngh…"
"That's it. Good boy♥"
Before I knew it she had climbed onto the sofa behind me, wrapping me in a back hug. A beauty who looked like she belonged on television was jacking me off from behind, whispering sticky words into my ear that would make any man lose his mind.
"Does a handjob from your friend's mom feel good?"
"It's the best. Auntie…!! I'm gonna cum again…!!"
"Go ahead. I'll swallow every drop again♥"
She sped up, pumping my cock hard, and the pleasure flipped my vision upside down as I came. An unbelievable amount of cum for a second round spilled over her pale hand.
"Haah… it's so thick…"
Looking thoroughly satisfied, she licked the cum off her fingers—and with that, the dreamlike stretch of time finally ended.
…Of course, because the cum had splattered everywhere, the cleanup afterward was entirely on me.
The next morning.
I considered heading straight home, but Jinsu and his mom both insisted I stay for breakfast. The menu was fried eggs and japchae—both dishes I loved—but I was so out of it I couldn't even tell whether the food was going into my mouth or my nose.
Last night… that wasn't a dream, right…?
After dumping my load into her mouth, I'd washed my cock and gone back to sleep. Only when I woke up in the morning did the sheer absurdity of what had happened in the middle of the night fully hit me.
I snuck a glance. She was eating breakfast with a perfectly calm expression. What was she thinking right now? Was she even thinking about what we'd done before dawn?
"…"
Tap. Tap.
While I was chewing my fried egg, something started nudging my leg under the table.
I looked down. Beneath the table, her foot was tapping against my leg. Toes painted with black pedicure polish began slowly climbing higher.
"Sejin. Is the food okay?"
"Ah—yes… Auntie."
Hearing my answer, she gave me a subtle little smile and pressed the sole of her foot firmly against my shaft.