You're a Good Boy
I step out of the elevator and stand in front of the door. I ring the doorbell, and footsteps approach from inside. The lock clicks open, and the door swings wide.
Ayoung's lips curve faintly the moment she sees me. But her eyes don't match—they're puffy and red around the edges, brimming with tears. Something surges hot in my chest.
"Why are you crying?"
The words come out rougher than I intended. Ayoung's shoulders flinch.
"It's... it's not like that."
She wipes under her eyes with the back of her hand, forcing a smile, but her lips tremble thinly. I let out a sigh. I kick off my shoes and head inside, dropping into the chair across from the table. The cramped space means our knees nearly touch.
"Did you... talk to Woochan?"
Ayoung asks cautiously, her eyes scanning my face.
"Yeah."
I answer curtly. Her gaze drops to my hands on the table. She hesitates, then wraps both of hers around one of mine.
"...Don't hate him too much."
Her voice sinks low.
"He went through a lot when he was young."
"Haa..."
A sigh escapes me automatically.
"You've been the one suffering, auntie. What the hell has that kid been through?"
Ayoung's grip tightens.
"That's... not true."
Tears well up again in her eyes. She doesn't bow her head, though—trapped between defending her son as a mother and refusing to crumble in front of me.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of him to the end."
"Thank you."
Her hands squeeze the back of mine tight. That's when the door lock beeps at the entrance. Beep-beep-bzzzt. The door opens, and Woochan stumbles in. He loses balance while taking off his shoes and slams his shoulder into the wall. The stench of booze floods the tiny living room.
Woochan's eyes flick over the table—to where Ayoung's hands hold mine. He lowers his head and shuffles into his room. The door shuts.
"That rude little shit. Who the fuck does he take after...?"
I mutter, and Ayoung clutches my hand harder. Her upturned eyes plead desperately. I look down at her and say,
"A kid's mistakes are the mom's responsibility, right?"
Ayoung's face flushes crimson, the heat spreading from her cheeks to behind her ears.
"D-don't say that."
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"It's not... that."
She leans slightly from her chair, reaching out. Warmth touches my cheek.
"You're a good boy by nature."
She whispers low, like a secret.
"You're saying that on purpose."
Her palm strokes my cheek, sliding down along my jawline.
"It's fine with me... but you can't do that to others."
Her face draws closer. Her lips brush lightly over mine—a short, quiet kiss meant to calm me. I want to be cruel to this Ayoung who gazes at me so lovingly. I want to make this face wail in ecstasy. And I don't want anyone else to see it. I want her to stay as my woman alone.
Petulantly, I tell her,
"I'm sleeping here tonight."
"...Yeah. Sounds good."
Ayoung rises from the table. I pull her into my side, and she leans into my arm. We walk straight to the master bedroom.
"No need to hide anymore. Get ready."
Ayoung glances at the wall for a moment, then turns, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her forehead presses under my chin.
"...I'll... try to hold back."
I tilt her head up and kiss her. This time, her tongue tip pushes in first, parting my lips and slipping inside. As our tongues tangle, she breathes hard through her nose. I feel her throat work as she swallows my saliva.
I strip off Ayoung's clothes. Then mine. She looks up into my eyes. Her gaze flicks once toward her son's room beyond the wall, then returns. Slowly, she sinks to her knees.
Right next to her son's room, separated by one thin wall—a mother kneels before one man's cock. No regret, no hesitation on her face. She's looking up at me not as a mom, but as a woman.
Her fingers wrap around the base. She brings her mouth to the head and starts licking slowly with the tip of her tongue. It swells gradually, hardening step by step with each touch—and she feels it.
Once fully erect, she gazes up at the shaft with eyes lost in love. Smack, smack. She kisses the head, then trails slowly down the length. Past the base, her tongue tip slides lower, brushing my balls before pausing. Her upturned eyes check my reaction.
"What?"
"I... heard from the aunties at work that guys like it when you do this..."
Ayoung's tongue caresses my balls gently. She takes one into her mouth, rolling it slowly with her tongue as she pulls it out.
"Hoo..."
My breath drags out long. My thighs twitch, and her eyes sparkle.
"What the hell do you mart aunties talk about?"
"...That time you took me out."
Ayoung keeps her hands moving as she continues. After I whisked her away, she became the hot topic among the ladies—how to keep a young guy hooked. They blabbed all sorts of tips, and now she's trying them one by one. This mart's a bad influence. Gotta get her to quit soon.
Her relentless stimulation makes precum ooze steadily from the tip. Ayoung sucks it up with a smack, then engulfs my cock. Slurp, schluuuurp. Her tongue clings thickly to the shaft inside her mouth, swirling around it. She sucks so hard her cheeks hollow out. The urge builds from below.
I grab her head. She doesn't resist, wrapping her hands around my thighs, waiting for my move. I thrust my hips. Each time the head spears her throat, a gack, gack leaks from her. Tears pool in her eyes, but she doesn't pull away. She endures to the hilt.
Spurt, spluuurt. I flood her throat. Her neck bobs—gulp, gulp.
"Pah... haa..."
She opens her mouth wide, showing not a drop left inside. I pull her up by the waist.
"Eep."
I shove her against the wall. Her back hits it. This wall separates us from Woochan's room.
"W-wait a sec."
Ayoung's eyes dart to the wall. But her spreading legs move the opposite way—making space for me. I line up at her pussy and look down.
"This is your choice, auntie. No escaping now."
Her eyes waver, then steady.
"...Yeah. I'm... yours."
I drive in. Squelch.
"Ha-eut...!"
Ayoung bites her lip hard. When I bottom out deep, her held breath explodes.
"Huuu-eut..."
Her pussy clamps down tighter on my cock.
"Feels like you're even more turned on?"
She shakes her head vigorously. Gritting her teeth in denial, but her hips grind toward me. Pinned to the wall, I start pumping. Schlick, schlick, chup.
Ayoung's hands brace the wall. Her whole body tenses rigid, teeth clenched, swallowing moans. Veins bulge on her neck; her jaw quivers, stifling whimpers that leak from her nostrils. This isn't for her as a mom. I want to shatter Ayoung completely—not as Woochan's mother, but as my woman.
I rake the head up her inner walls. Shifting angle to grind her depths, her spine bows.
"Haa... ah-eut...!"
Her juices trickle down my thighs, pattering onto the floor. Her legs buckle inward; I steady her by the waist. Her sweat-slick side slips in my palm.
"What are you doing right now?"
"N-nothing..."
"I hate when you force yourself to hold back."
"B-but... haaa-eut...!"
Her voice cracks, still muffling the sounds. She's still aware of the wall beyond. I thrust deeper, stabbing her cervix. Her body shudders violently; her bracing arm buckles. Her forehead thumps the wall, sweat streaming down her back to her waist.
"Haeut..."
"How's it feel?"
"G-good."
"How do you want me to do it?"
"F-faster..."
"Be specific."
Chup. I press hard inside her pussy, waiting. Her walls pulse around the head like a heartbeat. Her thighs quake.
"F-fuck my pussy... with your cock."
The words turn her ears scarlet. Embarrassed, but because I want it, she lets them spill out. I seize one of her hands, yanking it back. Bracing with just one on the wall, her body pitches toward me. Her back presses flush to my chest—sweat-soaked skin sticking together. Chup-chup-chup. I piston fast. Unbroken cries erupt from her mouth.
"S-stop... haa-eung... it feels good..."
Screaming to stop, but her pussy won't let go. It sucks me in on every pull, spreads wide on every thrust to take me deeper.
"Please... uu-eut... n-not there...!"
I twist her head for a kiss. Her tongue invades; she moans through her nose. Still kissing, I hoist one leg over my arm. The new angle shifts where the head hits. Her breath hitches, then bursts.
"Haa-eung... haaat..."
I dip to devour her lips, nipping them.
"Mmph..."
Our tongues churn; my saliva floods her mouth.
"Mmm... puha..."
Her moans fill the room. What she clenched back at first is surely leaking through the wall now. Yet she makes no move to hide it. She turns her face to me. Wet eyes gaze up, focus half-lost, a tear tracing down her cheek to drip from her jaw. Without stopping my hips, I grip her chin. Eyes locked, I slam to the hilt one last time. Squelch.
Ayoung's mouth gapes silently; her whole body convulses hard. I unleash inside. Spurt, spluuuurt.
"Haa-eung...!"
The heat filling her depths arches her back like a bow. Her pussy milks my cock, contracting and relaxing. Each squeeze cuts her breath; each release draws a thin whimper.
"Huu... euut..."
Her body trembles faintly as I pour into her. Leaning against my chest, her heartbeat hammers wildly. I pull out slow. My thick load oozes from her slit in heavy globs.
Eyes still teary, barely catching her breath, Ayoung smiles. She staggers forward and kneels again. She takes my cock in her mouth, sucking it clean slow. Her tongue swirls the shaft, lapping every remnant. Tszuup, sluuuurp.
"Haa... haa..."
Regaining her breath, she sucks once more, then stands. She loops her arms around my neck, clinging as she looks up.
"You're not done yet, right?"
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