Lunch Date with Stepmom 4
At the touch of Han Pan's hand, she slowly parted her legs.
There were people all around them, but the couple-seat partition kept their actions completely hidden from view.
Hye-su glanced left and right, confirmed their privacy was secure, then sank her body as low and flat as she could manage.
Han Pan felt the heat radiating from her body as she pressed herself tightly against him, and he draped his arm over her shoulder. She shifted to make it easy for his hand to roam wherever it wanted.
Hye-su spread her legs wider still, and Han Pan's right hand groped its way to the place where her thigh met the curve of her ass, stroking her there. A tiny moan slipped from her lips.
His hand climbed higher, higher, until it came to rest in the space between her thigh and her pussy. Hye-su lifted her left hand in silent encouragement, caressing his hair and his face.
As the movie played on, they grew bolder with each other's bodies. Han Pan's cock stirred and began to swell. He pulled his hand from her thigh and looked at her. She was already watching him, and their eyes met.
Light from the screen caught in her gaze and glittered there — and the same light glittered in his. Without either of them needing to make the first move, they leaned in. Hye-su tilted her head slightly and offered her lips; Han Pan offered his; and their mouths met.
Her lips were soft and moist, and he loved the feel of them. There was something uniquely hers in the plush flesh of that mouth. For a moment they simply touched lip to lip, savoring a sweet, unhurried kiss.
Then her tongue slipped out between her lips and into his mouth. His tongue met hers at once, and soon they were trading wet, slick saliva. Their breathing roughened.
Han Pan closed a hand over her breast. A small moan escaped her.
A moment later she broke the kiss and whispered against his ear.
"We just kissed, didn't we?"
Han Pan smiled.
"Yeah…"
"I'm embarrassed…"
"What's there to be embarrassed about…"
He reached down again and stroked her thigh. Hye-su smiled and let out a long, deep sigh — a sigh of pure satisfaction.
She spread her legs as far as the space would allow, then hooked her right leg over his open left. Han Pan cupped her breast gently in his hand, and she made no move to stop him. A smile spread across her mouth instead.
Seeing that smile, Han Pan took her hand and guided it onto his cock. Without a word, Hye-su closed her fingers around him. The size was far bigger than she had expected, and she was genuinely startled. Watching her eyes go wide, Han Pan smiled. He had known that was coming.
She began to measure him, slow and deliberate, stroking from the head that started roughly mid-thigh. Feeling the thickness of his cock, she moaned and reached farther in. A moment later she exhaled a heavy sigh and whispered into his ear.
"Son… this is really something…"
"Give it a little longer and it'll get even bigger…"
At that, Hye-su tightened her grip, squeezing and releasing, working him with real pressure. His cock answered, swelling until it threatened to tear through his pants. She had never felt anything this size. It grew so heavy she could barely wrap her mind around it — and the first thing that hit her was worry over how she was supposed to take it.
"Son, how big is this thing?"
Han Pan answered in a calm, even tone.
"At max, about twenty-five centimeters…"
She drew in a sharp breath. In silence she stroked him up and down. Watching her wordless face, Han Pan whispered against her ear.
"You like it?"
She whispered back into his.
"Did it get like this because of your mom?"
Han Pan nodded, and he could feel her breathing grow rough.
A moment later she took his hand and rose from her seat. She turned, bent close, and whispered into his ear.
"Son. Follow me."
She stood, murmured a polite excuse to the people in the next booth, and carefully led him out. Han Pan hunched over, terrified someone would notice the bulge in his pants, and followed her with careful steps.
Once she had him outside, she headed for the restrooms. Spotting an accessible stall, she pulled him inside. The automatic door locked, and the occupied indicator lit up.
For a moment they simply stood facing each other. Han Pan lowered his head first and kissed her. She turned into it and answered him. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed hard.
Hye-su pressed him aggressively. Han Pan gave ground step by step until he felt the sink against his ass. She held him tighter still and kissed him deeper. A small moan slipped from her mouth. Han Pan crushed his lips harder against hers. Then his tongue pushed into her mouth, and her lips welcomed it. Their tongues tangled. When he drew her tongue into his mouth, hers followed him in.
At the same time her hands worked busily, undoing his belt and the hook of his pants. His trousers dropped. The clear outline of his cock straining against his briefs made her stare in open astonishment.
"God, that's incredible…"
She sank to her knees and looked at it. Only a few centimeters separated her face from his cock. After staring for a moment, she slowly slipped her hands under the waistband and pulled his briefs down.
Freed from the fabric's compression, his massive cock sprang up like a released spring. It bobbed and nodded with every breath he took. A moment later pre-cum beaded at the tip of his urethra, forming a clear little pearl. She stared as if entranced.
Han Pan looked down at her. Hye-su lifted her eyes and met his. He nodded.
Slowly she put out her tongue and lightly licked the pearl of pre-cum gathering at the tip of his urethra. A shiver ran through Han Pan's body, and a small moan escaped him. Watching his reaction, she gave him a filthy little smile, then wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked it slowly back and forth.
More pre-cum welled up, forming another bead. As if fascinated, she shook him a few more times. When the fluid gathered enough to drip toward the floor, she quickly caught it on her tongue. Another electric jolt shot through Han Pan's body.
Watching him tremble slightly, Hye-su said,
"Your dad's pretty big himself… but yours is even bigger…"
"How much bigger?"
She thought for a second, then answered.
"Hmm… at least three finger-joints longer and thicker, I'd say… and the power in it, too… something this big with that kind of hardness — it's like holding a solid branch. God, this is no joke… and the shape of it is so pretty…"
As she spoke she shook his cock a few more times. Pre-cum spilled again; she put out her tongue, caught it, and swallowed it down her throat.
"Mmm… and it even tastes good…"
She looked up at him, shaped her mouth into an O, and slowly began to take the head of his cock between her lips. Once the head was inside, she sealed her lips tightly around him. Warmth enveloped his cock. At the same time her tongue flicked rapidly against his urethra. Han Pan jerked in response. Hye-su seemed to relish every reaction she drew from him. Her eyes were full of pleasure and pure filth at once.
While her tongue slowly swept the entire head of his cock, she lifted one hand to gently knead his balls and used the other to grip the base and stroke him back and forth. Then she began to take him deeper into her mouth. When roughly half of him was inside she pulled back, then pushed forward again, repeating the motion.
Han Pan closed his eyes and took her fellatio. A moment later he felt her pull his cock from her mouth, opened his eyes, and looked down. She gazed up at him and said,
"I've been sexless for quite a while… and your dad never really liked this kind of thing, so… go easy on me if my skills are a little rusty… especially something this big — I've never done one like this before, so I'm not even sure how to handle it…"
Han Pan smiled gently.
"It's fine, Mom… I already love this."
At his words Hye-su smiled and took his cock back into her mouth. She twisted her face and pushed him deeper. Feeling his cock slide along the inside of her mouth and into her throat, Han Pan thought of the deepthroat Eun-yeong had given him. Hye-su seemed plenty familiar with deepthroating herself. She shook her head this way and that, forcing his cock down her throat — and her skill was no joke.
As time passed and the deepthroat grew more natural to her, she picked up speed, sucking him hard and fast. Han Pan watched the ponytail she'd tied her hair into thrash with her violent motion, loose strands slipping free one by one across her face.
The urge to cum came rushing in fast.