Lunch Date with Stepmom 5
“Ah, Mom!!!”
At his urgent cry she pulled her head back from his cock, lips still thrust forward, and clamped down hard on the head. Then she focused her tongue on his urethra, working it relentlessly.
In that instant fireworks exploded behind Han Pan’s eyes. Cum erupted from his urethra in a violent waterfall, slamming straight into her throat. His body staggered; Hye-su’s did the same as the scalding flood poured into her mouth.
The intense sexual rush she hadn’t felt in so long made her entire body shudder. Eyes closed, she could feel Han Pan’s hot cum endlessly battering the inside of her mouth as it forced its way down her throat. Thick ropes filled every corner, sticky seed packing her mouth full.
He kept stimulating the spurting urethra with his tongue. A moment later she stilled her tongue and simply gathered everything he poured into her. Soon his orgasm ended. The volume was truly staggering. Han Pan could see both her cheeks bulging from the load he had dumped inside. It was so much that a little cum leaked past her lips and trickled down.
Hye-su looked up at him with lewd eyes, then opened her mouth. He saw his own milky cum filling her completely. The amount was considerable. Catching his wide-eyed stare, she closed her eyes and began swallowing it down her throat little by little. Even that was difficult given the sheer quantity. Han Pan watched her gulp audibly, drinking his cum. It was obscenely erotic.
Suddenly he felt the strength drain from his whole body. He braced both hands on the sink and gasped for breath. After swallowing every drop, Hye-su took hold of his softening cock. She shook it back and forth, then stuck out her tongue to catch the last remaining cum and draw it into her mouth. For the finishing touch she lifted a finger, scooped the cum from the corner of her lips, and pushed it inside, sucking it clean the way someone would savor sugar syrup. Her eyes glittered with pure filth.
Before the afterglow of his orgasm had even faded, Hye-su rose. She turned, walked to the toilet, closed the lid, bent at the waist, and braced herself firmly with both arms, looking back at him. Han Pan understood her intention at once. He yanked his pants and underwear up, then shuffled over to stand behind her.
Her perfectly shaped hips and ass seized his attention. The skinny jeans clung so tightly they looked ready to split, her ass straining against the fabric, the crotch over her pussy obscenely tempting. He bent, reached out, and unbuckled her belt, then eased the jeans down a little. Her cute string panties came into view. Centered on the pink straps, her plump ass cheeks split to either side—far fuller than he had expected. Her waist dipped in sharply, creating a gorgeous hip line. The hollow between ass and hips felt made for gripping during a hard fuck from behind.
The tight skinny jeans didn’t slide easily, but once past her hips they dropped freely to her thighs. He pushed them down to her knees. Hye-su spread her legs to keep them there. The tiny scrap of fabric that barely covered her pussy already bore a large wet stain of her juices. Han Pan slowly hooked the strings and pulled the panties down. She twisted her head to look back at him with lewd eyes and a small smile.
Her pussy was meticulously bare. Only a deliberate short triangle of stubble remained just above the mound. The pink folds were clean and even smelled good. Her smooth, milky skin was intensely alluring. The flower-like wrinkles of her pussy were especially beautiful—like a single white lily. Her asshole, too, was translucent and delicate, conjuring the illusion of a lilac blossom in bloom.
Han Pan smiled, lowered his head, and dragged his tongue across her in one broad lick. Hye-su’s body arched in response.
“Ah…”
Seeing her reaction, he buried his face again and began lapping her pussy rapidly. The sharp, tangy taste of her juices spread from his tongue through his whole body. It was different from his real mother Mi-ho’s or his sister So-jo’s—something he couldn’t quite name, yet fresh and clear like a mountain spring. He greedily rubbed his tongue all over her cunt. When he dragged his lips across her clit she let out a shrill cry, then quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
Han Pan felt his cock steadily rising again. The scent rolling off her pussy was flooding his hormones. Watching her juices drip, he shoved his pants back down and gripped his cock. Seeing it, Hye-su urgently tried to stop him.
“No… no…”
He was desperate.
“Then… just once, Mom… please… just once…”
“No… it’s dangerous… we can’t have sex…”
“Just once, Mom…”
He begged. Hye-su realized her plan to keep things at a safe level of fun had already collapsed. Deep inside, though, a craving already burned for his cock to be buried in her pussy. Han Pan rubbed her folds with his fingers; the intense stimulation made her eyes roll upward. It had been far too long since she felt anything this powerful. The fact that the man doing it was her husband’s son only drove her further over the edge.
“Ah… ah… ah… Han Pan… do you have a condom?”
He shook his head left and right.
“Ha… what… you were going to fuck without a condom? Haaah…”
“….”
Hye-su let out a heavy sigh.
“Hah… hah… fine… just once… I’ll let you put it in just once… only once… no more after that… understand? Just once…”
Han Pan broke into a wide grin. He pulled his hand away, took hold of his cock, and slowly pushed it into her dripping pussy. As the head gradually parted her petals her body arched like a bow again. She was already so wet that his cock slid in easily. With just the head inside he gave a few shallow thrusts; Hye-su began to tremble. Even with only the tip buried she could feel that the size of the cock entering her was on a completely different level from anything she had ever experienced.
Slowly his entire length disappeared into her cunt. Taking a massive cock for the first time in her life made Hye-su arch even harder. It felt as if her body were being split in two. Her legs shook violently as she barely managed to stay standing under the invading thickness. She had to clench her teeth to hold back the moans trying to burst from her mouth.
For Han Pan, the warm sensation enveloping his whole cock felt incredible. They stayed like that for a moment. Then he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in. Hye-su snapped,
“Pull out!!!”
He ignored her, drew back again, and slammed home. A gasp and a moan tore from her lips at the same time.
“Haaah… I said pull out… Han Pan… huuuh… pull out… please…”
He slowly rolled his hips again. Her breathing quickened; she reached back and tried to push him away. He ignored that too, gripped her hips, buried himself deep, and began a steady rhythm. Her hands strained to shove him off, but his strength easily canceled hers. He sped up a little; her breathing grew rougher still. He felt the force in her pushing hands begin to fade.
Moving his hips, he asked,
“Really pull out? You really want me to pull out?”
“Haaah… haaah…”
Beyond the rhythmic moans she could only pant. Han Pan drove his cock faster; her body shuddered harder. He buried himself to the hilt, then yanked almost free; each time Hye-su answered with a loud gasp. Taking her silence as permission, he settled into a smooth rhythm. Even Hye-su, who had only been standing there, began matching him—pushing her ass back every time he thrust in, finding their shared tempo.
The bathroom quickly filled with their panting and moans. As the pleasure climbed, Han Pan leaned over her, slid the hand that had been on her waist up under her turtleneck, and dug under her bra to cup her breast. It fit perfectly in one hand. New sensations racing through her body made Hye-su tremble all over. He quickly pinched her nipple between his fingers and twisted. A near-scream spilled from her lips—loud enough to make her fear someone might hear. Her bowed head snapped up in a violent reaction.
“Haaah!!! Han Pan!!!”
“You like it, Mom? You like it? Hah-hah-hah.”
She shook her head hard in denial, but her body told a different story. Han Pan hammered his hips even more fiercely.