I'm Very Greedy

Until afternoon rolled around, we kept fucking without a break. When hunger hit, I warmed up some rice in the microwave and mixed it with the leftover seaweed soup. While I was eating, Ayoung dropped to her knees between my legs. Her upturned eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion, but her gaze was sharp and focused. Without a word, her fingers wrapped around the base. She engulfed the head with her lips. Her tongue probed the groove underneath, circling slowly.

"Hng... slurp."

I looked down, spoon in hand. Ayoung's cheeks hollowed inward, then puffed out. Every time her tongue swirled around my cock inside her mouth, the contours of her cheeks shifted. Pop, smack. Her head started bobbing back and forth. Her wet hair brushed against my thighs. Each slide from tip to base left a trail of saliva mixed with precum dripping down her chin. I scooped up some rice. Even as I slurped broth and chewed, Ayoung's mouth never stopped. My spoonfuls synced up in a weird rhythm with her head movements. Slurp, suck, pop. The suction intensified. Every deep swallow pressed her lips to the root before slowly pulling back. Ayoung had gotten skilled now—she knew exactly how to work my cock to drive me wild. The urge to cum built, and I gently gripped her head.

"It's coming."

I felt her shake her head no without pulling off. Instead, she took me deeper and sucked harder. Sluuurp, smack, smack, pop. My hips bucked on their own. Spurt. Ayoung's throat bobbed with a gulp. White leaked from the corners of her stuffed mouth, trailing down her chin, but she didn't let go. Only after sucking out every last drop did she slowly release me. Tszip. She pursed her lips at the tip for one final suck. Ayoung wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked up. Her lips were swollen red, but her eyes smiled with pure bliss.

Our nonstop fucking only wrapped up when evening hit. Sunset ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bled through the window. The entire day had melted away on this bed. Ayoung had passed out peacefully in my arms. Damn. Had I overdone it? I prided myself on my stamina, but my cock was sore. Ayoung's pussy was swollen too, so from afternoon on, we'd finished with hands and mouth instead of penetration. We'd tangle, exhaust ourselves, tangle again, until we were both completely drained. The bedsheets were soaked. The room hung heavy with the scent of sweat and fluids.

Ayoung caught her breath and burrowed into my chest. Her forehead pressed against me, fingers lightly clutching my side as she drifted off. That's when my phone buzzed. Bzzz. Bzzz. I thought it was hers at first, but it was mine on the nightstand.

I cut her off with a tap and tossed the phone aside. When I looked down, Ayoung was staring up at me. Wide awake, eyes bright as ever.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, school stuff."

"...Sorry. My fault you skipped."

"No big deal."

I pulled Ayoung close. As I stroked her back, she sighed, eyes fluttering shut then open again.

"W-was it... a woman?"

"...Huh?"

"The one... on the phone."

"A woman? She's a teacher, yeah."

"...."

Ayoung went quiet, burying her face in my chest. But her fingers tightened slightly on my side. A moment later, she spoke up.

"Did you... do it with her too?"

Had I ever told Ayoung about Jinhee? I racked my brain—nope.

"Why?"

"No... nothing."

I looked down, and she averted her eyes.

"J-just... curious. Sorry, I shouldn't ask..."

"Jealous?"

Ayoung lifted her head. Her eyes widened a bit, then settled.

"J-jealous? No, not that."

She denied it, but her voice thinned out. This lady's tells were obvious—her words trailed off when she lied. Ayoung dropped her gaze, bit her lip, then stammered on.

"You're young, so... m-marriage..."

Her words cut off. Her shoulders shrank. She wanted to be greedy but still drew her own lines, thinking she didn't deserve it. I pulled her waist tight and said,

"Auntie. I'm greedy as hell."

"Mm..."

"I want it all."

My hand slid naturally down her waist. I traced the soft curve of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her ass with my palm.

"Ahng..."

A short breath escaped. Her body, sensitized all day, reacted to the slightest touch.

"So you're mine... and she's gonna be mine too."

Ayoung's eyes wavered. Her face showed the struggle of accepting a twenty-year-old who wanted multiple women. But her arms around me didn't loosen. She pressed her forehead to my chest, her voice muffled against my skin, cracking.

"Whatever you choose, I'll be happy. You said... you'd protect me forever."

Stammering on. "As long as I can be by your side, that's enough happiness for me."

Blood rushed back to my dead cock. I rolled on top of her. As I spread her legs, the cum I'd pumped into her all day sloshed out. Her pussy insides were a sticky white mess from what I'd filled her with. No foreplay needed. I lined up at her entrance and looked down.

"That was way too fucking hot."

"Hngut..."

A moan laced with breath was her reply. Ayoung's hand rose, fingers interlocking with mine. She gripped tight—don't let go.

"Hurry... come inside."

I thrust in. Sluuurp. Her already stretched hole swallowed me without resistance. Hot and slick with cum and juices. When I bottomed out, her fingers clenched harder.

"Haaah...!"

Holding hands, I started moving. Slow. On the outstroke, her walls clung like they didn't want to let go; on the in, her breath hitched. Smack, smack. Her fingers writhed between mine. Without releasing our grip, her hips rose.

"Hoot... haoot..."

I picked up the pace. Thrusting deep with force, her mouth fell open. Pop, pop, pop. Wet sounds filled the room.

"Haah...! Th-there, yes... haah...!"

Her head tilted back, neck exposed. I latched onto her sweat-slick throat and sucked. Her legs wrapped my waist, ankles locking behind my back. Pop pop pop. I ramped it up more. Each thrust shoved her body up, only for her legs to yank her back. Her insides contracted wildly, squeezing my cock.

"Haaaah...! Hngooo...!"

Ayoung's back arched off the bed. Bone-crushing force gripped our joined hands. Climax surged.

"Inside."

"Y-yes... yes...!"

She nodded frantically through gasps. Her legs clamped harder. Squish. Spurt. I buried deep and unloaded. The heat of my release spreading inside her. Her walls twitched, milking me like they were squeezing out every drop. I poured until there was nothing left, emptying completely.

"Mmmph...!"

Ayoung's body tensed taut, then went limp, collapsing onto the sheets. Our hands stayed locked. Her fingers still laced through mine, trembling faintly. I caught my breath, gazing down. Wet hair clung to her forehead, tears smeared her eyes. Lips parted, ragged breaths heaving. She opened her eyes, looked up, and pulled our joined hands to her chest. I felt her heart pounding under my palm. No words. She just placed my hand over her heartbeat and smiled.

I pulled up to the rental apartment and parked with Ayoung in the passenger seat. As her hand reached for the door handle amid the low rumble of the engine, I asked again, "You sure you're okay?"

She shook her head. "I'm really fine."

Her eyes on me held no doubt. The anxiety that had pooled there yesterday was gone.

"Th-this is something I have to do."

She'd insisted on telling Woochan herself about her man. I'd offered to go with and handle it, but she refused—said it'd feel like she was holding me back.

"To my son... I have to say that Mom's a woman too, that she has someone she loves."

Ayoung's hand cupped my cheek. Warm palm. She pulled me in for a soft, brief kiss. Lips brushed lightly, then parted. Cheeks flushed with longing and joy, she breathed excitedly and smiled.

"Drive safe."

"Auntie."

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget our promise."

"Mm. I won't."

Ayoung was quitting the mart at month's end. She'd move in with me instead. No need for her crappy job money—we'd live way better. Woochan would just have to accept his mom shacking up with his friend. Twenty was old enough to live alone. Ayoung had resolved to be honest with herself over her grown son. The door opened. She stepped out, turned back once. Smiling under the streetlight. Her plain dress fluttered in the breeze. I watched her silhouette vanish into the complex. Even after a full day of it, that ass was so tempting my groin stirred again. I shifted gears and drove off.

The next day, I poked Yejin's back with my finger as she sat in front of me.

"Eek!"

She flinched and turned. Frightened eyes peered at me over her glasses.

"Going well?"

"...Wh-what?"

"With Woochan."

"Oh... that... um..."

Yejin fidgeted with her glasses frames.

"He suddenly stopped replying yesterday..."

Probably 'cause of his mom. No filial son would drag his heels when she was off chasing love.

"Family stuff, probably."

"R-really? But how do you..."

Her face screamed how do you know? I ignored it and got to the point.

"Those guys?"

Yejin glanced around. Confirmed the classroom was empty, then whispered.

"L-like you said... they invited me to the club."

Here we go.

"Play along, but don't take any drinks. Got it?"

"Y-yeah."

I pulled my phone from my pocket and held it out.

"Use this."

"Th-this..."

She took it, stunned. Her eyes widened ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠behind those thick lenses.

"Upgrade."

"Th-thank you."

"No biggie."

I turned and slumped over my desk. Behind me, Yejin happily transferred her data to the new one. Simple reason ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for the spare: another tracker added to the bug in her bag. Yejin was starting to get in deeper with the bully crew. Time to make my move before it got too risky.