Now It's My Turn to Eat Your Mother (2)
Sehwan ran in silence for a long while, saying nothing.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Doesn't seem like it.”
“I'm fine. Just a little thrown off, that's all.”
“You knew she was my mom last week, and you still talked about her right in front of me. Used her name and everything.”
“I'm sorry.”
Sehwan was, without question, a sadist at heart. I remembered something the instructor had once said.
Sehwan is filled with a desire for revenge. Revenge against the whole world. He wants to throw away a life of being trampled by the powerful and live a life of trampling others instead.
“I won't be too rough with her.”
“I told you, I'm fine. Do whatever you want. I was plenty rough with your mom.”
“Was it good?”
I asked, looking at him. Sehwan met my eyes and answered with a smirk.
“It was really good.”
“Then I'll enjoy myself without holding back.”
We snickered together. Two boys laughing as we talked about things that would make anyone else call us damned — we were already well on our way to becoming little devil spawn.
And then the next day came. I'd assumed it would be a morning session, but for some reason the housemother summoned me in the afternoon. Apparently the order of things had nothing to do with rank. As always, I entered the Annex with her. The place where mothers were trampled by their own sons, where the weak were devoured by the strong, where the filthiest desires were discharged without rest. Now that I fully understood what this building was for, just setting foot inside it seemed to make something stir in me. I climbed the stairs to the far end of the hall, opposite Jiyoung's room, where Aunt Mijeong's room waited. The door opened and she greeted me with a smile. She wore a thin gray dress with a white cardigan draped over it — the outfit people called the New Town MILF Look.
When I sat down on the sofa, she brought over a drink and set it on the table. I found myself remembering her from middle school, delivering food to our table at the snack shop. Back then she'd simply been an endlessly bright, kind, pretty auntie. It wasn't that I'd never fantasized about having sex with her — but I'd never imagined, not in a few short years, that it would come to this.
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Speak comfortably, Master. You can just call me Mijeong.”
“No. I'll keep it like this. And you can stop acting, too.”
She looked flustered. After a long moment of hesitation, she spoke with a troubled face.
“Can't we just... do it the way we usually do?”
“No. That's an order. Drop the act and treat me like your son's friend. Just like that.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor. And that was exactly why I'd made the request. The master-and-slave roleplay would have been easier for her — it gave her a mask to hide behind. She'd been wearing that mask all along, playing a woman gone insane with sex. My politeness was a pretense; the truth was I wanted to torment her a little more. I kept seeing the image of Sehwan looking down at my mother's face, his cum splattered across it.
“Don't tell me that's difficult?”
“No... no. It's fine.”
She answered reflexively. No doubt she'd been trained never to defy a student's words.
“You already know I've known you since middle school... do you remember me, by any chance?”
“Well... I'm sorry, I don't really...”
“It's natural that you wouldn't. Sehwan and I weren't particularly close — I just showed up a few times in my school uniform. But I went to see you. I'd heard the guys at school talking about you. Pretty, kind, great body, and apparently delicious-looking.”
“Did they, now...”
A bitter expression crossed her face.
“I never imagined we'd meet like this.”
“...”
“I'd forgotten about it for a long time too, but after coming here, it all started coming back — what you looked like back then. Jeans and a white t-shirt with a red apron, and when you brought me my ramyeon and bent down, your shirt hung loose and I caught a glimpse of white bra and cleavage between the fabric. God, it drove me crazy...”
I reached out and wrapped my arm around her waist. Her slender waist was warm and soft.
“And then I came here, and there you were. You know we got to watch the videos from your interview day, right? All the other mothers were being forced — but they say you were incredible. That you used to work in the pleasure trade? Where did you learn all that?”
I raised my hand and stroked her snow-white nape and shoulders.
“You suck cock with unbelievable skill... tell me. Where did you learn it?”
“I worked at a massage parlor.”
She lowered her head and answered in a small voice.
“Wow. Then you must have sucked off hundreds of men. So that's why you're so good at it... and last week you sucked mine too. But in the video, the way you came looked so real. Did you actually cum?”
She looked up at me with a pained expression, almost accusing. For a moment my resolve wavered. No. Don't go soft now. Sehwan had done far worse than this.
“What? Was it all an act?”
“Your own mother is here too. You know exactly why I do this.”
“Hmm... I guess? Come to think of it, your son did devour my mother like a madman. We were just talking about it. He says my mom was delicious.”
“...”
Aunt Mijeong said nothing, her face twisted in anguish.
“When I told Sehwan I'd be with you today, he told me to enjoy myself as much as I wanted.”
“Wonjoong, please...”
She looked at me with a sorrowful face, her voice breaking into a plea.
I think I finally understood Aunt Mijeong's real appeal. Maybe it was her small, girlish frame, but there was something about this woman that made you want to torment her. I reached out and grabbed her breast. She flinched and shrank back.
“What? You're used to being fucked by your son's friends, aren't you?”
Her flushed face, head bowed — it was pitiful and adorable all at once.
“Take my pants off.”
She slowly reached out and pulled my pants down. Inside my underwear, my cock was already hard, straining to break free.
“The underwear too.”
As she pulled my briefs down, my cock sprang out.
“So — your impressions, seeing the cock of your son's friend who got permission from his own son before coming to eat you? It's smaller than Sehwan's, isn't it? Was your son's cock better?”
“Please... Wonjoong... don't do this.”
I pushed her head down into my crotch, then gripped her hair and rubbed her pretty face against my cock and balls.
“Ugh... uuuuh...”
Her small, pretty face was being smeared all over my filthy cock. The mother I'd dreamed of had become my toy.
“Haah... fuck, this is so good.”
I rose to my feet on the sofa and pushed my cock into her mouth. With her back against the sofa's backrest, she held my cock between her lips and looked up at me with a suffering face. That expression — begging me to stop — was unbearably beautiful. I rocked my hips, driving my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth again and again.
“Sehwan does this to my mother too. How is it? Am I tasty enough?”
Completely worked up, I grabbed her face and used it like a fleshlight. Her eyes were bloodshot, tears welling up. I could feel I was going to cum soon.
I laid her down on the floor and hiked her skirt up. Smooth legs came into view, and a cute pair of white panties covered her pussy. I grabbed her sex through the fabric and felt the soft, hot mound and the cleft splitting it.
“How is it? Feels good? Did you get off sucking your son's friend's cock?”
“Wonjoong... please... hnngh... don't... stop... please stop...”
She broke into sobs. But her crying only fanned my lust higher. I dragged her panties down and took both her legs, lifting them up. Folded in half with her pussy thrust toward the ceiling, she tried to cover herself with her hands, but couldn't reach. True to a well-used pussy, her darkened labia hung loose at the sides — but inside, bright red, glistening flesh bloomed open, almost pretty. I stuck out my tongue and licked her from bottom to top.
“Ahhk!!”
Her body jolted off the floor.
“That good, huh?”
Crying, yet still responding to every stimulus. A born slut of a woman. I lashed her anus and pussy with my tongue, both of them on shameless display.
“Stop... Wonjoong, not there... ahhngh... please... aah...!!”
Watching her small body writhe and squirm was pure delight. Still holding her legs, I pushed my cock into her pussy just like that.
“Haaaahh.....”
She moaned, head thrown back. The inside of her was less wet than I'd expected, but after a few strokes the saliva smeared at her entrance mixed with the juices leaking from my cock, and soon she was soaked.
“How is it? Feels good? You love your son's friend's cock that much?”
“Haah... haaahn... stop... stop it...”
Shaking her head side to side, she was still rocking her lifted hips in time with my thrusts.