What Does My Friend’s Mom Taste Like?
“…Fine… I’ll do it.”
She answered, but when it came time to bare the rest of herself, she only rose to her feet and fixed me with a look full of resentment.
Doesn’t she know that kind of expression only gets me more worked up? Or maybe… for a pervert like her, that’s exactly the point?
“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to strip?”
“Nngh…”
With a short, choked sound, Saea-ahjumma peeled off the last thing she was wearing—her pink leggings. Just as the deep cleft visible through the fabric had suggested, the moment the leggings came down, her pale, bare pussy was fully exposed.
So she really wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Filthy little slut.
She pressed her thighs together and covered herself with both hands, still looking thoroughly wronged.
“I… I’ll do it now.”
I had only told her to assume a naked dogeza—nothing more specific—yet Saea-ahjumma, true to her experience running an adult account, carefully folded her leggings and the crop top she had already removed and set them neatly beside her. Then she dropped to her knees, lowered her upper body to the floor, and clasped her hands neatly in front of her head, presenting herself in the exact pose I had seen in her videos. A textbook dogeza.
The line running from her fingertips at her head all the way up to her raised hips was breathtaking. Her skin was milky white and looked impossibly soft; the only mark on her entire body was a tiny mole right where the cleft of her ass began. Even a master sculptor working stitch by stitch would have struggled to carve a female form this beautiful—and yet here she was, posed right in front of me. Her G-cup breasts were crushed against the floor, the outer curves spilling out on either side and announcing their presence without shame.
“Wiggle your hips a little. In the videos you did it just fine on your own.”
“Y-you… do we really have to go this far…”
Voice thick with tears, she still began to sway those full, firm hips in a slow, teasing roll. The sight of it made my cock strain so hard it felt ready to punch through my tights; I stripped them off in a hurry.
Haa… I’m so hard it actually hurts.
“Cha Saea. Apologize for what you did wrong. You weren’t planning to just hold the pose and call it done, were you?”
As always, every time I spoke down to her she gave a full-body shudder. She lifted her head just enough to glance up at me—then, for some reason, slammed her face back into the floor.
Thud!
The sound of her forehead hitting the mat was loud enough that it didn’t sound intentional; she had genuinely startled herself. Even so, her hips kept swaying obediently.
Did she freak out because she saw my cock? For someone who runs a Tiafans, is she actually this unprepared for the real thing?
“W-what did I even do wrong…”
“So you didn’t?”
At that, her fingers—still folded so politely in front of her head—twitched and fidgeted a few times.
This is going to be fun to train. Her reactions are too good. I thought she was already a finished product—a complete sow—but it turns out she’s just a scared little bitch who barks when she’s cornered.
Every time I gave an order she made it obvious she hated it, and then she did it anyway. That alone kept feeding the sadistic hunger in me.
“I… even though I agreed to become a slave, I kept… resisting. I’m sorry.”
After several long seconds of silent struggle, she forced the words out in a tiny voice. That was enough for now. For all her masochistic leanings, she clearly had zero tolerance for a situation where she held no control. Still, judging by the content she posted on Tiafans, her sexual knowledge was extensive. Once I trained her and got her body used to real pleasure, she would start talking like the filthy sow from her account all on her own.
“So you did know you’d done wrong. You also know a slave doesn’t defy her master. Now go to the studio room, lie on your back on the yoga mat, and spread your pussy open with both hands.”
I was already so hard I felt ready to explode; I needed to fuck her as soon as possible. Saea-ahjumma couldn’t bring herself to look at me straight. Head still bowed, she pushed herself up and walked toward the pilates studio. Only after she had fully turned her back did she raise her face again.
Slurp.
Watching her completely naked body waddle ahead of me made me lick my lips without thinking.
“Ahjumma, don’t tell me you can’t look at a real cock without getting so embarrassed you have to look away?”
“I—I’m not!”
Her footsteps quickened. I stripped the rest of my clothes and followed her into the studio.
She was already on the yoga mat, facing the doorway. The second our eyes met she squeezed hers shut and jerked her head to the side.
Flush on her cheeks. She’s turned on by this after all.
Just as ordered, she was holding her pussy open a little. I pressed her thighs wider and studied her. Whether she had resigned herself or not, she only flinched when my hands touched her; her eyes stayed shut and she didn’t move.
Maybe it isn’t resignation. Maybe she really has no resistance to a naked man.
Either way, the more I looked, the prettier her pussy was. Perfect soft pink, perfect shape, and meticulously groomed—every stray hair removed, with only a neat little patch left above, right on the mons.
“You take care of the hair down here regularly, huh?”
“…W-well, of course you have to maintain it…”
Fair enough. If you were going to post photos on Tiafans, grooming was non-negotiable. A full bush wasn’t exactly mainstream taste.
“But why can’t you look at me straight ever since I took my tights off? That embarrassed?”
“I—I’m not! I just… I just hate you for doing this to me.”
“Cha Saea. That’s an order. Lift your head and look at me.”
The second I dropped into casual speech, she finally turned her face forward and opened her eyes. Even then she locked her gaze on my face and refused to let it drop. Whenever it started to slip downward on its own, she squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again and forced them back to my face.
She really can’t look at a cock head-on. And this is a grown married woman with a full-grown daughter? This is the same person who wrote those filthy high-level posts on Tiafans?
She was the living definition of an online warrior who crumbled in real life.
“How does a pussy that gets fingered and stuffed with dildos every day stay such a clean, pretty pink? Got some secret maintenance tip?”
Her face went an even deeper red.
“I—I don’t! And… the color of a woman’s… private parts is just… something you’re born with.”
“Not ‘private parts.’ Pussy. You know better. A slave doesn’t get to sanitize her language. From now on, when you talk about your body, you use the filthy words. No cleaning them up. Understood?”
“F-fine.”
The second I put force into my tone, her pussy gave a tiny twitch—and I watched clear fluid start to bead at her entrance.
“Cha Saea. Are you turned on right now? All that ‘I hate this’ acting, when the truth is you’ve been dying to get fucked by your daughter’s friend?”
“N-no, this is just a physiological reaction… my heart is different. I—I don’t think that at all…”
While she kept denying it, I leaned in and ran my tongue through the clear slick running out of her.
Slurp.
Her juices had no taste and no smell. Even with my nose pressed right against her entrance, there was nothing foul—only a clean, pleasant skin scent mixed with a sweet peach note.
“What’s this, ahjumma? You been eating a lot of peaches lately?”
“H-how did you… I did have a peach for lunch, but—
Haaahnn♡”
Before she could finish the sentence I buried my nose against her pussy and started licking in earnest; Saea-ahjumma couldn’t hold the moan back.
Lick. Slurrrp.
“Hnn♡… S-stop. That’s not a place you… haaahn♡”
Her voice had always been clear and bright, pleasant to listen to—but layered with those lewd little sounds it became almost sinfully sweet. I kept sucking at her while breathing in that fragrant skin scent through my nose.
“W-wait, p-please stop. Hnn!? Hajun… don’t! St-stop it. If you keep going I’ll—hnn!!? Haaahn…♡ St-stop!!”
Psshh♡
She kept moaning and begging more and more desperately—then suddenly cried out. A spray of clear fluid shot from her pussy and soaked my face.
Whoa… she already came hard enough to squirt? She’s really that wet?
I pulled my face away, wiped the juices from my nose and mouth with my hand, and asked,
“Cha Saea. Felt that good, did it? Good enough to shoot juice out of your cunt like that?”
“No. I don’t come from something like—hhnnn!!? No…”
She covered her face with both hands and kept denying it, but the moment I pressed a fingertip lightly against her entrance her hips jerked and she squirted again.
Psshh—! Psshhshhshh! Pssht—!!
Her slim waist snapped a couple more times, spraying more fluid toward me before she collapsed back onto the mat. If just sucking the entrance did this much… what about her clit?
I rubbed the little pearl above her folds gently between my index and middle fingers. Her lewd body responded at zero-to-sixty; juice started pouring out of her in a steady stream.
“Th-there… d-don’t… don’t touch that♡ Hwaaaah—!!”
Like most women, her clit was especially sensitive; she threw her head back and let out a completely different kind of moan. Every single stroke of my fingers made her cry out, arch her neck, and gush more fluid—as if she were a programmed doll. There was no doubt about it: she had an insanely sensitive body.
“D-don’t. Stop! I—I’m going to go weird if you—hnn♡”
“Does it feel good?”
“N-nooo hnn♡ It doesn’t feel gooood♡ Hnnn…!!♡”
I wanted to punish her for fighting her own pleasure, so I pinched her clit a little harder and twisted.
“Hwaaaaah!!♡ Nngh… nnoooh♡ I’m sorry, I was wrong…”
“If you admit it feels good, I’ll go easy on your clit. Well? Does it feel good?”
She nodded rapidly and answered—while I kept stimulating her the entire time.
“It… it actually feels so gooood♡ Hnn…!! I don’t want to feel it but… my body, my body… hwaaahn♡”
“If it feels good, then I should give you more. You’re my lovely little slave starting today.”
Slurp. Slurrrrp. Lick-lick.
“N-no! That’s not what you saaaid!?!♡ Hwaaa…”
The second she admitted it, I took my fingers off her clit and replaced them with my tongue. I sealed my lips around the swollen bud and sucked; her hips bucked so hard I had to pin her waist down with both hands just to keep licking. The whole time I sucked, she kept thrashing and spurting fluid from her pussy.
“St-stop!! Please stop. Hnn♡ I’m going to go crazy…!”
Schluuurrrp… wet, filthy sounds
“Hyaah♡ Hnngh!! I—I’m going to come… hwaaahn!!?
I don’t want to come. I don’t want to comeee—!!”
At her desperate insistence I stopped sucking her clit and pulled back just enough to look at her. I could see exactly how hard she was clenching her pussy and thighs. Her flushed thighs trembled faintly; blood had rushed to the area, leaving the soft pink of her entrance slightly swollen and twitching.
Even without any more stimulation she kept shuddering and twitching. She threw her arms up over her head and clawed at the yoga mat, but it did nothing. Her face was the picture of someone holding something back—eyes squeezed shut, lips bitten hard. She looked so painfully cute it only stoked the cruelty in me.
So this is what a woman looks like right on the edge.
I had slept with a few girlfriends last year, but I had never realized how beautiful a woman was right before she broke. One more touch and she would shatter. Her whole face was already flushed a deep red.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed my fingers lightly against the soft mound above her pussy—
“Nooooo—!! Hnnooooh♡ Ooooh!!”
—and she screamed. The sound that tore out of her was nothing like the feminine moans from before; it was raw and vulgar. Her head snapped back, her eyes rolled until only the whites showed.
And then a clear arc of fluid erupted upward from her pussy.
Ssshhhhhh— pssht psshhht♡
So this is what it really looks like when a woman comes—and when she squirts. Earlier she was just so excited she leaked. This is the real thing.
Clear liquid kept shooting out of her in a high, glittering arc. Even after the main climax, her pretty pussy fluttered and pulsed, coughing up the last of her juices in thick spurts. Her pupils had rolled so far up that the lower whites of her eyes were fully visible. If she had stuck her tongue out she would have been the textbook ahegao from every hentai ever drawn. Honestly, it was fucking hot.
“Ooooh♡ Oooooh ooh-ooh—!! Hnngh!♡”
She wasn’t forming words anymore—just animal, filthy noises while her whole body convulsed. I climbed over her, laid my cock against her face, and said,
“Cha Saea. We’re just getting started. What are you doing coming already?”
My words dragged her eyes back into focus. This time Saea-ahjumma didn’t close them when she saw the massive cock right in front of her. Instead her pupils trembled so hard it was visible.
“S… started? Eheh…♡”
She still wasn’t all the way back; her speech came out soft and slurred.