Sorry for Being Such a Mom...
The inside of her panties was already a mess. Every time I thrust in two fingers, a wet squelching echoed through the cramped car, and the love juices that had soaked through stained the leather seat along her inner thighs.
I pulled my fingers out. Her pussy clung to them like it was trying to suck them back in. The sticky fluid trailed from her depths, dripping down my knuckles and palm.
I held my drenched hand in front of Ayoung as she panted for breath. Her eyes fixed on my slick fingers before she parted her lips. She took them into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around each knuckle, licking every crevice clean. Slurp, smack. She knew exactly what I wanted without me saying a word.
As my fingers slipped free, her lips stayed parted and glossy. Shame and anticipation swirled in her upturned gaze, trembling between heavy breaths.
I unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down. Her eyes dropped straight there. I rolled on a condom and pushed her panties aside, pressing the tip against her entrance.
"I'm going in."
"......Yeah."
I gripped her hips and thrust. Squelch. The head pushed inside, her soaked walls parting effortlessly yet sucking greedily along my shaft.
"Nngh......!"
Ayoung's head fell back, her fingers whitening on the door handle. Buried to the hilt, her pussy clamped down tight—like it got even tighter the more I fucked her.
"Hoo......"
I exhaled long and slow, savoring the sensation while fully sheathed. Ayoung's face was already on the edge of climax, her half-lidded eyes fluttering as she gasped.
I pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue rose to meet mine. Swallowing her kiss, I started moving my hips. Schlick.
The car was too narrow. The center console dug into my side, and the low ceiling kept me from drawing back far. So I kept it short and intense, grinding deep, rubbing her insides as I thrust in and out. Each stroke scraped her walls, making her pussy twitch and cling.
Schlick, schlick.
"Hng...... Ah......"
I devoured her leaking moans with my tongue, keeping the pace. The windows fogged white from the inside.
Ayoung's hands climbed my back, clutching then releasing my shirt, over and over. They slipped with every thrust.
Smmack. I broke the kiss; a string of saliva stretched and snapped, dripping onto her chin. Her slack mouth unleashed ragged breaths.
"Haht...... Hnght......"
Schlick, schlick, schlick. I picked up the rhythm, and her moans flowed unbroken. Her pussy sucked at me desperately on every withdrawal, juices splattering with each slap of skin.
I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider. Her leg wedged between seat and door panel finally opened more, changing the angle. Schlick. The head ground her inner wall, and a sharp moan burst from her.
"Haah...... Ahng......!"
Her back arched off the seat, belly taut. Sweat-slick skin slid on leather.
"Auntie, you like it?"
"......"
No answer. Her face was too busy choking back breaths.
I stopped, buried deep. "Answer me."
"I...... like it."
Her head turned shyly aside. The moment she spoke, her walls clenched, gripping me harder.
"Where? Here?" I shifted, targeting her upper wall. Squish.
"Eung......!"
Her eyes widened. Her mouth gaped, sound spilling but no words forming. Her thighs squeezed inward, trapping my waist.
"Right here, huh."
I hammered that spot relentlessly. Her head snapped back, neck straining. Eyes rolled half-back, whites showing.
"Ahng...... St...... stop......"
Before she finished, her juices gushed out. Overflowing around my cock, soaking thighs and seat. Her hips bucked up then collapsed. Her pussy spasmed, milking me tight.
Right then—
Ayoung's eyes snapped open. I didn't stop, thrusting slow and deep as I reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone.
Her face drained of color. She shook her head frantically.
I hit accept and held it to her ear. My cock, withdrawing lazily from her depths, plunged back in.
"......H-hello?"
"Mom!"
"Nng...... Yeah, honey."
Her voice caught. Each slow pump made her walls contract, trying to force out a moan. She bit down hard, trapping it in her throat.
"You done with work?"
"Y-yeah...... Ah...... Still a bit left."
I ground deep into her core. Her eyes bulged; mouth opened then clamped shut on her teeth. The desperate restraint only made me thrust harder.
"Oh, got it. Called 'cause you're late—worried."
"Th-the cleanup...... I'll be right there. Hnght."
"Huh?"
"Ah, stubbed my toe. Haaahp......"
Perfect timing for a deep thrust. The moan's tail end leaked into her words. Her hand clamped over her mouth.
"Be careful."
"Yeah, I...... be there...... soon."
Her breaths shattered her sentences. I kept the slowest, deepest rhythm. Her thighs quivered; knees buckled inward.
"Hurry safe."
"......Yeah."
The call ended. The phone slipped from her hand onto the seat. She covered her face with both hands. Ragged breaths leaked through her fingers. Shoulders heaved; body shook.
She lowered them, eyes gleaming with anger.
"......Why...... why'd you do that......"
"Why? I made you answer so Woochan wouldn't worry."
"St...... still...... Hnght."
Words cut off. I held deep, rubbing her cervix.
"Nngh......!"
Her back arched.
"You're getting too good at lying, aren't you?"
"...... N-no...... Haaang......"
"You lied to fuck me, right?"
"...... Nng...... D-don't...... say...... Hnght......"
Each grind shattered her denials. Her mouth said no, but her pussy clenched yes.
"What, only I lie?"
"......"
Her lips twitched, speechless.
"I came straight from studying with Woochan to fuck you."
Her eyes wavered.
"Am I the only one?" Schlick schlick schlick. I ramped up, pounding short and fast. Her body slid on the seat with the slapping rhythm.
"Haaah...... Aah......!"
No answer—pleasure devoured her words. Her hands gripped then released the seat. Eyes squeezed shut; mouth agape; restraint crumbled.
I kept pounding. "Right? You lied 'cause you love sex, huh?"
"...... Ahngh...... St...... stop......"
"Be honest. Or I'll keep going."
I held her teetering on the brink—no release, no retreat. Her thighs spasmed; pussy convulsed wildly, but I denied the final push.
"Aah...... Aah...... Yes."
Tears welled in her pleasure-glazed eyes, trickling down her temples. I smirked.
"That's the honesty I like."
"S-so...... now......"
I slowed, pressing deep. Squish.
"Hnght......!"
Her body strung taut.
"Now, what do you say to your son?"
"...... Wh-what......?"
"Say you're sorry."
"...... Ngh."
"Sorry for lying to him about being late for sex."
Her face twisted. Guilt spread over pleasure-melted features. Lips parted then closed. Eyes darted between ceiling and me. Her pussy kept squeezing relentlessly. Her body begged for climax; I withheld it.
"S-sorry...... honey...... for being...... such a mom......"
The words dropped. I pulled back hard and slammed deep. Plung! Crushing her cervix, her body bowed like a drawn bow.
"Haaaahhh......!"
Her pussy wrung me in spasms. Juices sprayed the seat. Her open mouth screamed silently.
I sealed her lips. Her arms wrapped my neck. She kissed through sobs, tongue desperately entwining mine. Smmack.
Lips parted; dazed eyes looked up.
"Time for your reward."
"Ha...... F-faster."
I didn't wait. Schlick schlick schlick schlick. I railed her till the seat creaked. Her moans turned to screams. Arms tightened; nails raked my nape.
"Aah...... Haah...... Aaaang......!"
Her pussy sucked madly, pulling on withdrawals, clamping on thrusts. Pressure built to bursting in my gut.
I buried to her cervix and slammed. Her choked scream erupted. Spurt, spuuurt.
"Haaaaah......!"
Her body went rigid. As I filled the condom, her pussy rippled, squeezing every drop. A long, emptying breath escaped her.
"Haa...... Haa......"
She dangled from my neck, trembling faintly. Forehead buried in my shoulder, panting rough.
I stayed sheathed, stroking her back lazily with one hand. After the afterglow, I leaned back, caught my breath, and gripped the condom to pull out. Cum leaked at the base, smearing my shaft.
Ayoung sat up. Propping on the console with weak arms, she leaned between my legs. Her hand wrapped my cock; lips met the tip. Smack, smack.
Tongue swirled the head, sliding down slow. She lapped every trace of cum clean.
I stroked her hair. Sweat-slick strands slipped through my fingers. Each lick up from the base stirred me despite just finishing.
She'd get me hard again if I let her—but time was up.
"Auntie."
"......Yeah."
She glanced up without releasing me.
"Spring's here. Wanna go flower viewing together?"
Her tongue froze. She pulled off, head rising.
"......Flowers?"
"Yeah. You and Woochan never get to do stuff like that."
Her gaze dropped to her lap.
"Don't worry about money. Family should spend time together."
Family. I slipped it in naturally, like I belonged. Her lips twitched up faintly. Cheeks flushed; eyes slid aside.
"......But...... Woochan?"
"Of course he comes."
Tension drained from her shoulders. Slurp. She dipped back, finishing the cleanup. Final kiss on the tip left only a thin sheen of spit on my now-clean cock.
She started to sit up, then paused. Eyes lingered on my half-hard shaft. Realizing what she stared at, her face burned red. She scrambled upright, straightening her clinging shirt. Wiped her mouth with her hand, swept back her hair.
"Th-then...... I'm going."
"Yeah, drive safe."
She opened the passenger door and hurried into the apartment complex.
I watched her go with a smile, then glanced down. The passenger seat was wrecked—juices and sweat smeared everywhere. The car's sour scent stung my nose.
Car sex is great, but cleanup sucks. Car wash first.
Next day. After class, I headed to Woochan's room.
"Woochan."
"Hey, Jinho."
He was scribbling on his desk. Up close: an application form. Gosi class signup? Right, he mentioned that.
"Starting gosi class today?"
"Yeah. Afternoon session, so right after school."
I glanced at the form in his hand. Teacher in charge: Kim Jinhee.
My gaze lingered. That slim waist gripping chalk, hips hugged by her skirt suit...
Guess I gotta protect the gosi class peace myself.
"......Makes me wanna join gosi class too."
"Huh? Why you?"
I just grinned.
