Now It's My Turn to Devour Your Mother (3)
Sensing I was about to come, I stopped moving and shifted positions. I laid the auntie on her side, hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, and drove back into her.
"Ahhhh... haang.... haa... haaungk...."
She took me with practiced ease, letting out the cutest little moans. Incredible, as always. That sweet, adorable auntie was such a slut underneath it all.
"This is so good, seriously. Your mom is fucking delicious, Sehwan."
At the mention of Sehwan's name, her moans cut off for an instant and her body flinched. I changed positions again and started pounding her from behind.
"Why did you flinch when I said Sehwan's name earlier? Does hearing about your son turn you on?"
"Haa... haa... no... it just startled me... haang...."
Her ass, spread wide in a perfect peach shape, rocked and shook with every thrust. I brought my hand down hard on one cheek.
"Haak!"
"Doesn't seem like it, though. Auntie, don't you actually want to do it with your son? Not with your son's friend — you'd rather it were your own son fucking you, wouldn't you?"
This time I smacked the other cheek.
"Ahhungk!!! No, no, it's not like that!"
She shook her head violently, reacting intensely. I kept alternating, spanking both cheeks again and again.
"Weren't you turned on watching my mom with Sehwan? It was your first time seeing a son have sex, wasn't it? How was it?"
"Aaah!!! Ahk!!! No, I didn't watch! I didn't look at that!! Aaak!!!"
Her ass had flushed a deep red. I grabbed her hair and pulled her upper body upright, then stripped off the dress that had been bunched around her waist and unhooked her bra as well. Kneading her soft breasts with both hands, I whispered into her ear.
"You saw everything, didn't you? You were sneaking glances at Sehwan's cock even while sucking mine. You watched him cum all over my mom's face, didn't you? You wanted to get fucked like that too, didn't you?"
"Haa... haa... what about you, though? You were hard watching my mom's body... haa... when my son came on her face, you got excited too... haungk... you came in my mouth too, didn't you... haa... the truth is you wanted to do it to your own mom, didn't you?"
"I did. I wanted to cum on my mom too."
"Haa... haak.... Then think of me... as your mom... and do it..."
"Mom... Mom..."
"Haa... yes... son... it feels so good... haang...."
And I began fucking the auntie while thinking of her as my mother. Images of Mom from my childhood started flashing through my mind — the way she always smiled gently at me even when her nagging annoyed me, the times I masturbated with her underwear, the glimpses I'd stolen of her changing clothes, and finally, the image of her face smeared with my friend's cum, her whole body trembling.
I exploded inside the auntie's pussy.
"Mom... take your son's cum... ahot...!!!"
"Yes... son... cum inside mommy's pussy... haaaang...."
When the long orgasm finally ended and the aftershocks had passed, I released the auntie's body from my embrace. As I pulled out, milky white semen trickled down from her pussy. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom, washing me down there until I was clean. Without being told, she knelt and took my limp cock into her mouth, sucking it softly. It was as if we'd returned to our master-and-slave dynamic. This mask, it seemed, was the one that suited Mijeong's auntie best.
"Want something to drink?"
"Got any beer?"
I'd only drunk a few times with friends after the college entrance exam, and I barely knew what alcohol tasted like, but for some reason I wanted a cold beer. The auntie smiled and brought back a can of beer and a can of cola, handing me the beer and drinking the cola herself. We were both in nothing but our underwear.
"A little thing like you, drinking beer."
She glanced at me and smirked. It was the lovely smile I remembered from the auntie of my childhood.
Gulping down her cola, she asked me,
"How's the studying going?"
"Better than ever."
"Really? This is really that much of a motivator?"
she said, laughing.
"Enormously."
"Men, honestly..."
She smiled and gazed quietly at a corner of the living room.
"Sehwan's studying hard too, isn't he?"
"Yes, incredibly hard."
"I see..."
"He's got fire in his eyes because he wants to do it with my mom."
"He's with your mother again this week?"
"No, someone else this week..."
"So he didn't try hard enough. Your mother's the most popular one, after all."
"I guess so."
For a moment the auntie seemed to realize she'd said the wrong thing, and she studied my face.
"Sorry. Did that upset you?"
"Not at all."
Remembering how I'd just been cumming while calling her Mom made me a little embarrassed.
"If I'd known sons wanted their mothers this badly, I would have given in long ago."
the auntie said, smiling at me.
"If Sehwan asked, would you do it with him?"
"Hmm... well, he's already doing it with me because he wants to. If he wanted it badly enough, I suppose I'd give him that too."
The fire of lust rekindled in the heart that had just gone through a moment of existential crisis. Maybe it was just playfulness.
"Even if the real thing was out of the question, she could at least use her hands or her mouth, couldn't she?"
"Pfft... there's nothing you won't say."
"If I told you I couldn't study because I kept thinking of a woman, and asked you for it, you'd at least jerk me off, wouldn't you?"
Saying that, I pulled the auntie's hand toward my cock. After the shower I was wearing only my boxers. The smile had drained from her face, but she didn't pull her hand away.
"I don't know. I've never been in that situation. She'd probably have said absolutely not, at first."
"Touch it. Think of it as your son's."
With a dazed expression, the auntie stroked my cock through the fabric. As her small white hand caressed me carefully, the strength slowly began returning to it. The atmosphere turned electric. I set down my beer can and ran one hand along the smooth skin of her back. The auntie looked into my eyes, as if trying to read what I wanted. Her face drew closer to mine.
"The truth is... I always wanted to do this with my son too..."
I felt her sweet breath on my face, and then her lips came down onto mine. Our tongues met, and her small body settled into my arms. I unhooked her bra and sucked her nipples. Small nipples peeked out from breasts so soft they fit entirely in one hand.
"Haa... you wanted to suck mommy's milk that badly? Mommy always wanted her son to suckle her too."
With one hand stroking my hair, she slipped the other into my boxers and fondled my cock. In a dreamlike euphoria, I greedily sucked from one of her breasts and then the other. The valley between them was damp with sweat or water, giving off a sweet, musky scent.
"Shall mommy suck you?"
she whispered. When I nodded, she tugged my boxers down just enough to free my cock, bowed her head, and began sucking me with devoted care. I kneaded her plump ass through her panties. I'd only just come, but the excitement was so overwhelming that I already felt close again.
"Mom, put it in..."
She stripped off her panties and climbed on top of me. Slowly lowering her hips, she impaled herself on my rigid cock, then wrapped her arms around my neck and began moving up and down.
"It feels so good, Mom..."
"Mommy feels so good too... I always wanted to do this with my son... aah..."
Her whole body was gradually slicking with sweat. Even her cute bobbed hair was soaked, clinging to her forehead and cheeks. I gripped her waist and sucked at her breasts. Even pressed flush against me, she drove her slender waist up and down furiously. The motion of her clit grinding against my pubic bone grew more and more intense. Could it be the semen I'd left inside her earlier? Her pussy was wetter now than it had any right to be.
"Son... my son... haa... does mommy's chest taste good?"
I could feel the liquid leaking from her pussy trickling down, tickling my balls.
"Haa... haa... mommy's chest and... mommy's pussy, they all taste good, don't they? Aang... you won't be with any other woman, will you? Haaang...."
Her moans grew louder and her hips moved faster. Clinging to me as if she'd never let my face leave her breasts, she rocked her hips back and forth like a woman possessed.
"Your cock's getting so hot... cum in mommy's pussy... haang.... In mommy's pussy... aaah.... I taste better than the other aunties... better than In-ae, don't I? Cum for mommy... please... haang....."
Where such strength came from in that small body I'll never know — she was squeezing me with terrifying force, her whole body beginning to shudder as if in convulsion, and I came inside her for the second time.
Afterward we lay entwined on the sofa for a long while, not moving. The mingled scent of soap and shampoo and sweat, that sweet musky fragrance, her boneless, pliant body and her warmth — it was all so good.
Just before leaving, I came once more in the auntie's mouth. She made me swear not to tell Sehwan the details of what we'd done. She didn't want her son knowing about the mother-son roleplay, I supposed. She really had felt it, thinking of me as Sehwan — or so it seemed, at least to me. If I were in the same situation, would my own mother feel it that way too?
When I came out of the auntie's room, the housemother was waiting for me and said someone wanted to see me.
"A student named Jang Tae-joo says he'd like a quick word with you in his room. Is that all right?"