Kim Miyeon's Burning Maternal Love Brings Back Her Milk
I was lying back in comfort, savoring the feel of Park Eunjeong's mouth working my cock, when my phone buzzed with an incoming message.
Figuring it was Lee Jueun or Lee Jiseon again, I glanced at the screen without much thought — only to find Kim Miyeon's name staring back at me.
Ah...!
I'd completely forgotten. She'd asked me this morning — when I got back to the studio, would I at least send a text to let her know?
The image of her sitting there waiting for her beloved husband to come home, so anxious she might as well have been driving a needle into her own thigh, left me feeling wonderfully pleased with myself.
Slurp. Slurp. Suuuck.
One married woman was devotedly sucking the cock that had just been buried in her own asshole, while another married woman was pouring her desperate love and attention all over me. Happiness didn't get better than this.
For Kim Miyeon's sake — I knew she'd be worrying — I sent a reply.
Even if I just said "that," Kim Miyeon would know exactly what I meant.
And sure enough...
I laid it on a little, playing the spoiled boy. She was the kind of tender-hearted woman who indulged every last bit of my whining.
Even my tiniest bit of spoiled fussing might be enough to make her maternal instincts explode — and send the milk rushing to her breasts... Hehehe.
Ohh, man... Kim Miyeon genuinely thought of me raping and fucking other women as hard work. Just knowing that someone out there recognized how much effort I was putting in was enough to send a fresh surge of strength through me, stiffening the cock still buried in Park Eunjeong's mouth.
Did Kim Miyeon have any idea that the woman serving me right now was Park Eunjeong — the one who ran the karaoke bar in the basement of her own building? I wondered what kind of face she'd make if she ever found out.
Giving Kim Miyeon the passcode actually seemed like a fine idea. She was a woman more desperate to take care of me than anyone else on earth. Whether I dragged other women back to the studio to fuck them, rape them, or train them, she would only ever see it as me working myself to the bone, and feel sorry for me. Haha.
I sent her the passcode and flipped my phone face-down.
For whatever time I had left, I wanted to focus on Park Eunjeong's cleanup blowjob.
Slurp, slurp... suck... slurp...
That pleasantly rhythmic sound kept coming, and between the noise and the sweet, gentle pull of her mouth on my cock, I drifted off without even realizing it.
Kim Miyeon, Jeong Sangmi, Lee Jueun, and then Park Eunjeong — after going at it with all of them in a row, I must have passed out from sheer exhaustion.
In fits and starts, I dimly heard the sound of my own snoring. I felt a warm mouth still gently sucking my cock. I thought I heard someone padding quietly around the room, and the soft clink of objects being moved. And the last thing I registered was the cozy sensation of someone lying down beside me and gently pulling me into their arms.
A soft touch. A lingering warmth. The sound of shallow breathing pulled me up from sleep.
When I opened my eyes, the room was already bright. A blanket had been drawn over my body, and someone was asleep beside me, still holding me in their arms.
...Did Park Eunjeong never go home?
I jolted. The light coming through the window said it was already eight or nine in the morning.
I twitched and turned my head —
"...Are you awake?"
Kim Miyeon opened her eyes beside me and offered a greeting.
"Auntie...?"
"Mhm. No matter how long I waited last night, you never texted, so I sat up until dawn and then came down to check on you."
"At dawn?"
"Yes. Around... three, I think...?"
"Three is the middle of the night."
"I know. By the time I got here, the last woman was already gone, and you were lying there fast asleep all by yourself."
"Then... don't tell me you've been here ever since?"
At that, Kim Miyeon gave me a shy little smile, color rising in her cheeks.
"Yes..."
"Good lord. Then your daughter's going to be worried..."
"She sleeps in anyway, so she'll just think I went out to exercise. That girl does nothing but loaf around and wake up late every single day..."
Hearing Miyeon talk down her daughter Minkyung sent an unexpected twinge of guilt through me. That description was me, to the letter.
"Heh. Thank you."
"Don't mention it, Minha... I'm the one who should be taking better care of you..."
She nestled in against me as she said it. When I pushed the blanket aside, she was wearing nothing but a thin dress. I ran my hand along the slim curve of her waist and down over her ass.
"When I got here in the middle of the night you were sleeping so soundly under the blanket, so I wiped you down a little with a damp towel."
"I was under the blanket?"
"Yes."
Park Eunjeong must have tucked her beloved me in properly before she left.
"But... there was a smell on you, Minha..."
"A smell?"
A smell. Was she talking about that thick, heavy stink from when I'd had it in Eunjeong's ass?
"Yes. From your face all the way down to your toes — you reeked of saliva."
"Saliva...?"
I was confused for a second, and then it clicked.
The moment I'd passed out, Park Eunjeong — who'd been so deliciously sucking my cock — must have been too worked up to stop herself, and had gone and licked me from my face all the way down to my toes before she left.
"Ahh... that woman must have licked me all over before she went."
"L-licked you? With her tongue?"
Kim Miyeon asked, her face startled. By her standards, that would be a shock.
"Yeah. I like being licked and sucked like that, you know. So she must have done it for me while I was asleep."
"Ah... I see... Then from now on, I'll... I'll l-lick you clean myself... like that."
Kim Miyeon said it with a look of something like pity on her face.
"Haha. If you want to do that for me, Auntie, I certainly won't complain. Heh. Haaah... yesterday was rough. Four rounds of sex..."
"You pushed yourself far too hard, Minha. You have to think about your health. You must be starving... Come on, get up and eat first. I prepared what I told you about last night."
Miyeon sat up first and tried to pull me up with her.
"Auntie."
"Yes, Minha?"
"First thing in the morning, on an empty stomach... I want to suck on your tits."
".... R-really?"
"Yeah."
Kim Miyeon flushed all over again and looked down at me. Shame was written plainly across her face — and right beside it, a maternal love she couldn't begin to hold back.
"Ahh... the milk... won't come out, though..."
Even as she said it, she slowly shifted her legs and hips and began gathering the dress up from below. She slipped it off, set it aside, and unhooked her bra as well. Then she gently offered those nicely shaped, just-the-right-size breasts up to my face.
"The milk won't come, but eat up, Minha. Enjoy them."
"Okay."
Miyeon leaned her upper body down, bracing herself on her arms so I could get at her chest more easily. Before I started sucking, I took one breast in each hand and began to knead.
There was no mistaking it... they'd gotten heavier. Firmer.
What did that mean?
On a hunch, I worked them harder, squeezing toward the nipples.
"Hah..."
Even when I was rough enough to hurt, Miyeon didn't show a flicker of complaint. She only gazed down at me with those loving eyes.
And then, all of a sudden...
"Ahhh...!"
Miyeon, who had been enduring my hard groping and squeezing in silence, suddenly screwed up her face and let out a small, searing moan. At the same instant, I saw a tiny bead of liquid gather at the tip of her nipple.
I knew it at once.
The suggestion I'd planted in her had finally borne fruit.
I had suggested to Kim Miyeon that the more sexually aroused she became because of me, the more milk would come into her breasts — until she started producing it. I'd also made it so that when the milk came, she would feel a long, drawn-out pleasure no different from a man's orgasm.
And it hadn't even been that long since I'd planted the suggestion — yet here the effects already were...!
Come to think of it, I'd also suggested that her body would gradually return to what it had been in her twenties, and I really did have the sense that even her face had grown younger.
I was so pleased I couldn't help myself.
"Huh? Auntie! Look at this!"
"What? W-what is it?"
Startled by how sharply I'd spoken, Miyeon — still caught in that electric rush of pleasure — looked down with a worried face at her own nipple, where I was pointing.
"Oh my?"
Of course she was shocked.
That faintly cloudy liquid beading at the tip of her nipple... it was breast milk.
"....?!!"
She was so stunned she couldn't even speak. A forty-eight-year-old woman's breasts filling with milk again — who on earth would believe that?
"Auntie, this is milk, right?"
"....!"
She still couldn't find her voice, still reeling from the shock. So I went first — I swiped the liquid up with my index finger and brought it to my mouth.
Smack. Smack.
There was so little of it I couldn't taste a thing, but just the thought that this was fresh breast milk from Kim Miyeon's chest was enough to make my cock start to rise all on its own.
"There's not enough of it yet to really tell, but it looks like the milk is coming back into your breasts, Auntie. Wow~ Now I can really drink Auntie's milk every single day. This is so exciting—"
But then...
Miyeon, who I'd fully expected to be just as delighted as I was, suddenly burst into tears instead, sobbing openly.
"Auntie...?"
"Hic... hhik."
"Auntie, why are you crying..."
