Don't Let Your Son Hear
"You'll wake your son up at this rate."
I slowly began to move my hips. I didn't thrust in deep. Keeping it only halfway inside, I rubbed the inner walls gently with the tip of my cockhead, shallowly, maintaining a steady rhythm. Each time the tip pressed against the soft flesh, a dull resistance pushed back, and Ayoung's lower belly twitched faintly.
"Ngh… hngh…."
Muffled breaths leaked from between her lips, clenched around the edge of the blanket. Ayoung's eyes stared at the ceiling, but she wasn't seeing anything. Her unfocused pupils shook hazily, snapping into sharp clarity every time my cockhead nudged a deep spot inside. Then she'd hurriedly clamp her mouth shut again, glance nervously toward the hallway, and try to pull herself together—only for her eyes to melt away with the next motion, repeating the cycle endlessly.
I kept the steady rhythm unbroken as I placed one hand on her lower belly. My palm leisurely stroked the soft skin below her navel, applying pressure from the outside to match the stimulation within.
"Hngh… ah, ngh…."
Ayoung's hips lifted slightly before sinking back down. The tremors rippling through her belly beneath my palm grew more frequent. The initial rigid tension was easing away, her body starting to breathe in sync with my movements on its own.
I rolled my hips slowly, lowering my head to take her nipple between my lips. I swirled my tongue around the hardened bud, steadily grinding my cockhead against her cervix below. The dual assault from above and below arched her back.
"Mmph… haah… ngh, ngh…."
Hot breaths spilled through the fingers sealing her mouth. I released the nipple and switched to the other side, lapping broadly with the flat of my tongue before grazing it lightly with my teeth. Her chest heaved dramatically, her breaths coming faster, uncontrollably.
Slurp, smack, slurp, smack.
Once the rhythm locked in, her pussy juices began flowing freely down my shaft. Sticky, lewd friction sounds filled the quiet room. Ayoung gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn't stifle the gasps escaping her clenched lips or stop her pussy from growing wetter on its own.
Her body was already soaked in pleasure. Every stroke of my cock made the tight inner walls cling and suck me in; when my cockhead kissed her cervix, her entire pussy clenched and rippled around my shaft. Her mind resisted, but her body crumbled to the ecstasy—they waged a pathetic war apart from each other. Hot breaths leaked through her gritted teeth, her face visibly collapsing with each wave of pleasure, only for agony to crease her eyes right after. She could just close her eyes and enjoy it, but she stubbornly held on.
Yet the moment she accepted it, this woman would cease to be a mother and become a woman. A slutty one, legs spread for her son's friend, trembling in bliss. The mask of devoted motherhood she guarded with her life would shatter into pieces.
Her desperate struggles on that razor-thin boundary only excited me more. Without stopping my hips, I raised one hand to her lips, brushing my fingertip over the damp flesh still gripping the blanket.
"Feels good, right?"
"…Ngh, no."
She turned her head away, dodging my hand as she squeezed out her denial in a crawl.
"I'm pretty good at this, huh? Looks can be deceiving—I've made plenty of women cry out."
It wasn't modesty; it was fact. My parents died early, but I've got no complaints. Tall, handsome enough, and loaded with money. As a guy, that puts me in the top 1 percent, doesn't it?
I circled her cervix with my cockhead and pressed my lips to her ear.
"Wanna kiss?"
In an instant, Ayoung's mouth clamped shut. Her parted, wet lips pressed into a tight line, her head whipping away to the opposite side. Exactly the reaction I'd hoped for. I smirked, lowering my head to catch her earlobe between my teeth. I nipped lightly, blowing hot breath inside, while twisting the angle of my cockhead to churn her inner walls.
"Hngh… ahngh, ngh…."
Then my cockhead dug right below her cervix, lifting upward. Her whole body shuddered violently, eyes rolling back white. Her neck arched as choked gasps burst from beneath the blanket.
Here it is.
I memorized the spot precisely and held my cockhead there. Without pulling out, I pistoned short and relentlessly, scraping the same place over and over.
"Ah… ahngh… ah, hngh…!"
Ayoung's hand released the blanket, flailing in the air. Her fingers thrashed as if she'd fly away without something to grab, finally clamping onto my arm. In that moment, I pulled my cock out.
"Nngh… ahngh…!"
The sudden emptiness triggered her climax, shaking her body ferociously. Maybe from the void left by my withdrawing cock, her pussy entrance spasmed open and shut in the air, gushing juices wildly. They soaked her inner thighs and spread across the sheets.
I gave her no time to recover. I thrust back in immediately.
Squelch.
"Haah…!"
As my cock plunged into her still-tingling pussy, her hips bucked upward. The hypersensitive walls clamped down with a grip several times tighter than usual. Pull out, thrust in; yank her to climax, then shove back in. The merciless cycle gave her body no respite. Before one peak could fade, the next crashed over her—a cruel wave that sent endless tears streaming from her eyes.
After driving her like that for a while, Ayoung was utterly spent. Her body was drenched in sweat, disheveled hair plastered to her forehead and nape. Tears and sweat mingled indistinguishably on her flushed face, her heaving chest trembling pathetically with each desperate inhale.
"St… stop… haaa…."
Her whispered plea broke into a sob. Her slender hand, wandering the air, weakly grasped my forearm—more clinging than gripping.
"Then kiss me."
Her bloodshot gaze shook wildly over my face.
"J… just that…."
Women—even whores—place special meaning on kisses. It's their last line: sell the body, but not the heart. Ayoung was the same. Even with my cock buried in her pussy, she'd cling to that final boundary.
Her lips trembled as she opened them.
"Pl… please. I'm… I'm just an auntie. Old and…."
Did she think one kiss would make me fall for her? I swallowed my rising sneer and gently wiped her damp eyes with the back of my hand, whispering low.
"Keep this up, and Woochan will hear your moans."
Squeeze.
Her pussy walls clenched hard around my cock. Her body reacted instinctively at the mere mention of her son—viciously so. A faint light returned to her dazed pupils.
"N… no…."
"Then kiss me to keep quiet."
Ayoung's bloodshot eyes slowly closed. The tension in her trembling, bitten lips melted away, ragged breaths slipping through the thin parting. At her resigned surrender, I lowered my head and pressed my lips to hers. Her shoulders quivered faintly at the wet, hot contact, but she didn't turn away.
At the same time, I drove my hips deep.
"Ngh…!"
A crushed moan vibrated between our joined lips. I ramped up the slow rhythm to a fierce pounding, hammering toward her cervix. Each thrust sent her ragged breaths spilling straight onto my tongue. I pushed my tongue in; her teeth blocked briefly, but yielded as my cockhead stabbed deep. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and she swallowed her sobs, accepting it.
Saliva mixed between our lips; her throat bobbed under my fingertips as she gulped it down. The kiss? It surged my orgasm closer. Heat welled from deep in my gut, throbbing through my entire cock.
I kept our lips sealed, grinding my cockhead against her cervix and pinning my hips down. Spurt. Spurt, splurt.
"Mmph… mm… mmph…."
Ayoung's stifled scream echoed beyond our lips. Even through the condom, she must have felt the pulsing cum from my tip—her walls contracted like a vise, milking me to the root. The climax grip nearly made me bite down.
She clung to my back, panting. As our lips parted, hot, wet breaths poured from the gap.
"Hoo…."
I exhaled long, wiping sweat from my forehead with my hand.
"Haa… haa…."
Ayoung slumped on the mattress, heaving roughly. Tears from her eyes soaked into the pillow along her temples; sweat-matted hair stuck to her forehead and neck.
I sat up, slowly pulling my cock out. Pop. A bulging, white-filled condom dangled from the tip. Her gaping pussy entrance twitched feebly in the air, opening and closing. I knotted the condom and tossed it under the bed, grabbing a fresh one from the nightstand. Tearing the wrapper with my teeth, I rolled it expertly over my shaft.
"Not sleeping tonight. Get ready."
"…Ah… hngh."
Her refocused eyes blurred again, despair flickering through. But deep in those wet depths, a spark of anticipation she wouldn't admit blinked faintly.
I settled between her legs again and thrust in.
"Ngh… haah…."
The moan at penetration was shorter, sharper than before. Even as tears streamed down her cheeks, her pussy walls greedily swallowed my cock, clenching tight. I sealed her lips again over her unguarded expression of bliss, muffling her sobbing moans as I drove my hips powerfully.
