Phase 3. Mom Gyeong-ae (4♡)
“What were you talking about with Mom?”
After dinner, once I’d brushed my teeth and stepped into the room, Hee-kyung asked, still tousling her hair dry.
She sat with her back to me, completely naked. Both arms raised to dry her hair left the sides of her full breasts visible along her spine, and the sight alone was enough to make me ache for her. I wanted to reach around right then and grab them, tease her, but my wife had an edge to her tonight. Clearing that up came first.
“Just the usual.”
“Which is?”
“What I did today, how it went—stuff like that.”
“You had career counseling today. With your professor.”
“Y-yeah, I did.”
“Why are you stuttering?”
Because it’s a lie…
Even a tiny lie came flying back like a boomerang. It was amazing how hard it was to keep anything from someone over something this small. But a born liar didn’t so much as blink.
“Because you asked so scarily.”
“I’m scary?”
“Of course. You’re my wife.”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Guys live under their woman’s thumb. Even a casual question makes them shake, or so they say.”
“Hmm~. Is that so.”
She picked up a comb and murmured under her breath.
“Our house was never like that, so I wouldn’t know.”
A bitter taste spread through my mouth. It stung worse because she wasn’t wrong.
“Oppa, comb my hair for me.”
Only after she called me, still facing away, was I allowed to approach. She was smaller than me, yet I couldn’t do a single thing without my wife’s permission. Looking at myself, I figured those married guys’ complaints were probably on the mark.
I took the comb and slowly worked it through her wet hair. I was careful not to snag, but damp strands still caught a little—there was no helping that. Yanking would only hurt her, so I used my fingers first, gently teasing the knots free as I kept combing.
“You’re so gentle, Oppa.”
“Me?”
“You’re being super careful so it doesn’t hurt.”
“Of course I am.”
“The combing feels nice, but knowing you care feels even better.”
Her voice purred like a cat’s. Hee-kyung really was feline. Touch her and she hissed; leave her alone and she came over on her own, rubbing up for affection.
Careful work paid off—the comb finally slid through without catching.
“All done.”
I tried to hand the comb back, but instead of taking it she seized my hand. Another permission granted. I buried my nose in her hair, breathing in the sweet shampoo scent, and finally claimed those breasts I’d been craving with both hands. I held them firm and flicked her nipples with my index fingers, kneading the soft weight in slow circles while I teased. Her breathing quickened a little, but she wasn’t wet yet.
“You get hard just from touching my chest?”
I pressed my stiff cock against the small of her back and she laughed under her breath, teasing me.
“It’s a huge turn-on. Being able to grab and play with a woman’s tits however I want is a damn achievement.”
“What are you even saying~.”
I wasn’t kidding. Soft, yielding, this big—I couldn’t help marveling at how carefully God must have sculpted them. I squeezed hard enough to leave marks and pinched the nipples that peeked between my fingers.
“Feel good?”
“Not so much ‘good’ as… comfortable. You’re holding them up for me.”
My clumsy technique still couldn’t give her real stimulation through breast play alone. Sad but true.
“I’m lying down like this.”
Reluctantly I let go and rolled aside. She settled onto her back, still naked, and only then did I get the full view—pink nipples and the plump mound of her pussy lightly dusted with coarse hair. I ended up kneeling near her face by sheer chance; my wife flicked my cock with a fingertip.
“Take your cock out.”
I did as told, shoving my underwear down and presenting it. The shadow of my shaft alone was enough to darken her eyes. Just as I had done with her hair, she lifted her head a little and sniffed. Then her brow furrowed and she issued another order.
“Don’t wash your cock so thoroughly.”
“Why? I should wash it well. It’s hygiene.”
“All I smell is body wash. And scrubbing too hard dries out the skin. No.”
Pure nonsense. I snorted a laugh.
“You like smelling it?”
“I do. Oppa’s male scent drives me crazy.”
My cock twitched hard. She saw it and smiled, sly and knowing.
A wet lick.
“Ugh…!”
The sudden attack wrung a high, undignified sound out of me; my pride stung. Hee-kyung’s smile deepened as she lapped at my shaft like a puppy, tongue flicking. I lowered myself to make it easier for her.
“Slurp… mmph… nngh….”
Her tongue worked lower and lower until it reached the twin weights that hung beneath. She pulled it back for a moment, buried her nose against my balls, and inhaled in rough, hungry breaths.
“The smell’s strongest here—I love it…. I want to eat this. Mmmph~.”
Using only her tongue she rolled one into her mouth and worked it. The real jolt hit at the head of my cock instead. Every time a heavy, aching pulse throbbed under the glans, my shaft jerked.
“This side too… haup.”
She took the other ball and sucked hard, drawing it in. I could feel it rolling around inside her mouth like hard candy.
Slurp, schlurp.
Every time she swallowed, one of my balls was tugged deeper. The more she worked them, the more it felt like the cum they made would surge straight up my urethra.
“Pwah!”
As my cock started twitching more often she finally spat them out. Wearing a prim little expression she parted her lips, let her tongue peek out, and licked her lower lip left to right. That sultry look told me exactly what she wanted.
Put your cock in this mouth.
I pulled my hips back and brought it to her lips. She only opened wider with a soft “aah,” refusing to lean in. Frustrated, I pushed closer, but she didn’t budge. I forced the tip between her open lips—only for her to clamp shut the moment the head was inside. The incomplete sensation left me aching; I tried to shove deeper anyway, and she immediately set her teeth. She shot me a sharp look and spread one leg. Between her thighs, glossy strands of arousal clung like silk threads.
Squish.
“Hnnngh!”
I used her wetness as lube and circled the folds of her pussy without ever giving her what she wanted. She answered with a smiling counterattack—exactly as she’d toyed with my balls, she now sealed her lips around the head and rolled her tongue, sucking it like candy. With only that much of me inside, her lapping tongue had nowhere to go but the hypersensitive underside of the glans. She licked and sucked without a single pause, flooding my skull with pleasure so sharp it was almost pain.
Coming like this would feel like losing, so I held my breath and drove a finger straight into her pussy.
“Heup…! Nngh~!”
Her moan muffled around my cock; she protested without letting go. I ignored her and shoved a second finger in beside the first, ring finger included.
“Hnngh! Nnnngh…!”
Squish, squish, squish.
I worked the two fingers slowly inside her. They naturally curled upward into that classic shape from every porn video, stirring her walls. Sometimes I scraped the front of her canal; sometimes I pushed deeper, and her pussy clenched around the wriggling digits from every side—sticky, chewy, relentlessly greedy.
“Huu… hnngh…! Nngh! Haah…!”
Squish-squish-squish-squish.
“Haang…! Heuk…!”
She couldn’t hold on any longer and finally released my cock, freeing the moans that had been trapped. Clear, ragged panting filled the room; inside I crowed that I’d finally made her come on my fingers alone.
“Your face… seriously… haaang! So… hot…!”
I still couldn’t make her Siofuki with just my fingers the way they did in porn, but compared to the old days this was massive progress. The satisfaction of reducing her to breathless words, the pure mental high of it, sent even more blood surging into my cock.
“Haa… nngh… good… Oppa, good…. Put it in like this….”
She asked for my cock, but not a chance. Hooked on teasing her with my fingers, I dug even more eagerly through her insides. She stuck her tongue out long and begged for a kiss; I ignored that too and focused harder.
Squish-squish-squish-squish-squish.
“Ah-heung…! Seriously…!”
Every time my palm slapped against her pussy her breasts gave a little bounce. Sweat beaded on both of us. A little more—I wanted to drench her whole body in the sweat of pure pleasure with nothing but my fingers.
“Ah, enough! Stop with the damn fingering and just fuck me already!”
When every demand was ignored she finally snapped. Startled, I pulled my fingers free; sticky strings of her juices trailed after them and her body flinched.
“But making you come once during foreplay is my romance….”
I muttered it, sulking and watching her face. She looked a little guilty and glanced away.
“Anyway, if you fuck me with that huge cock of yours I’ll come.”
“I said it’s my romance….”
Just a tiny bit more and I was sure she would’ve gone over….
I still looked disappointed, so she stuck out her lower lip.
“So? You’re not going to? Hee-kyung’s this wet, see?”
She spread her own pussy open, showing me the flushed inner flesh. The way it fluttered and drooled was obscenely sexy.
“…You’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
I stood with my cum-heavy cock in hand; she licked her lips and her eyes lit up.
“Ahaha! Looking forward to it.”
I flinched.
That laugh always dragged up bad memories. I forced myself to ignore it and locked my gaze on her opened folds until I was rock-hard again. I lay down beside her; she turned to face me and hiked one leg high.
“Oppa always uses a different position, huh?”
She grinned, baiting me.
“If we do it like this, will Oppa’s cock reach my womb?”
I smirked.
She could barely swallow me to the root on a good day, yet here she was with her half-assed provocation. Meeting her eyes, I lined my hips up between her thighs and felt around until the head found her entrance. The moment I felt it nestle between those plump lips—
I slammed all the way in.
“Haah…! Ooooh…!”
Her eyes flew wide.
“Time for your punishment, Hee-kyung.”
“Wait, I’m really sensitive right n—”
Slap—!
“Hyaaaaah!”
That’s what you get for not coming quietly when I was fingering you. Right?
My thick cock forced her mouth open without her realizing it; my tongue invaded and plundered that gaping heat.