Mom's Secret Thrust
I realized, quite unexpectedly, that when you just lay your whole body face-down on the floor, it automatically swells up all by itself.
I hadn’t been thinking any particularly filthy thoughts at all, yet here I was, throbbing simply from the pressure.
Worse, how much longer was I supposed to stay completely naked and sprawled out like this…
Even though I was alone, the whole thing made me feel ridiculously awkward.
“Sorry~ It took longer than I expected because I had to prep a bunch at once.”
The door clicked open with a little sound.
Somehow, just hearing that click made my cock twitch.
Thinking about how Mom’s delicate tongue would touch me again, I had reacted on my own.
She wasn’t as small or as strong as Gyeong-hye, but she was putting everything into the massage and the towel rub.
Honestly, the thought of how cool and clean she was making me feel, the care behind it, that tingly little spark of satisfaction was really good.
“Haa… haa…”
Hot towels—one on each side—lay across my back and waist, my face turned sideways.
Mom sat right below my ass, pressing down with her weight the way she had before, kneading hard.
She wasn’t rough, but she knew exactly where every knot was and worked it out perfectly.
What was even more incredible was Mom’s own soft moaning.
“Huu… eueut…”
It wasn’t just her face and body that were those of a woman in her twenties; her voice was the same—bright, breathy, utterly seductive.
She really was putting her full heart into the massage.
She traced the muscle texture with her fingers, found the tight spots, and loosened them with everything she had.
Sometimes she used only her hands for pressure points, sometimes her elbows.
“Is it hurting?”
When I barely reacted, she asked carefully.
I shook my head slightly, and she took that as permission to press harder.
The sound of her small fists drumming against my back told me the job was done.
Before she could lift the towels, she kept rubbing, and oddly enough, the spot where she had been sitting was burning hot.
Because she had sat right on my thighs, her own thighs were touching me.
And from those thighs right up to her core, a wave of heat rolled through me.
“Huaa, it’s so warm~.”
Once I was fully dried, Mom sighed.
“I’ll finish the rest, okay?”
“No, absolutely not. And don’t look back? Mom’s gonna take the rest off and you’ll get a full view.”
Clothes whispered against skin, and then a soft plop as they fell to the floor.
A tiny breeze told me Mom had taken everything off.
Her ass now hovered just above my waist.
This time she sat facing my lower body.
When she shifted her posture, the secret part of her—her wet little pussy—pressed fully against my bare back.
It was so hot I half-expected a burn.
“Hng…”
Mom’s fingers slid from my ass all the way down to my calves.
Her waist lowered with every stroke.
She was lifting her hips just enough so her lower belly rubbed directly against me.
And I knew, through Gyeong-hye, exactly where a woman’s most sensitive spots were.
“Haa… haa…”
While kneading my calves, Mom’s legs spread wider.
Her lower belly moved in tiny, teasing circles against my waist, exactly where it felt best.
Her heat was far hotter and wetter than any warm towel.
Her breathing grew quicker, rougher, but still soft.
I was so focused on the sound that I barely registered her hands.
Stop.
My thighs were massaged. Mom set the used towels aside and picked up fresh ones.
We both held our breath at the same moment.
The only spot left was my ass.
Mom’s fingers stroked it feather-light, and every touch sent shivers down my spine.
Finally, she decided.
She spread my cheeks wide open.
“…!”
Embarrassment, shame, and something filthy flooded us both.
“You have to clean this place too… carefully…”
Was this an excuse to someone else?
To me, her son?
Or was it really just for herself?
The towel slipped between my cheeks with careful slowness.
It was gentler than anything I’d felt before.
Mom’s fingers felt the cloth, guiding it.
Because the skin was so sensitive, she wiped with infinite care, making sure not to hurt me.
How many times had a man ever been touched in the ass?
Normally the place a woman shows a man during anal—mine.
Every time the towel brushed, a tiny, unwanted pleasure trickled through me.
The shame grew, but so did the need to watch her meticulously clean every little wrinkle.
Even though I told myself this was wrong, I rationalized it in my head: if this was the only way to make Mom feel better today, then it was okay.
“Okay, rear side’s done~.
Lie on your back~.”
I finally rose from the prone position.
My cock, which had been trapped for so long, tried to stand.
If I just flipped over, Mom would see my son’s massive cock.
Was showing it inevitable anyway?
A bead of cold sweat formed, but Mom’s impatient voice prodded me.
“Lie on your back~.”
“No, I’m still naked and if I show the front…”
“Ah?”
Mom giggled and poked my ass again.
“It’s your son’s body, right? Don’t look down on Mom~?”
It was a lie.
Mom’s breathing was still ragged.
Her hands on my ass had grown bolder.
I didn’t point it out.
Instead, twisted excitement bubbled inside me.
“As if a son’s body is nothing special?”
Would she really stay calm after seeing how big it was?
For this moment, I wanted Mom—not the mother—to feel at least a little embarrassed or shocked.
I wanted her to realize I was a man she couldn’t ignore.
No more hesitation.
Screw it.
I rolled over in one motion.
There it was—my huge cock standing tall, right above my stomach.
Me, cocky, looking at Mom like I was going to say something.
Mom, grinning, about to tease me.
Both of us stared.
Our eyes widened.
“Ah…”
At the sight of the enormous size, Mom’s lips parted in surprise.
Her cheeks flushed even redder.
“…?!”
I stared at Mom, frozen.
There stood Mom in nothing but black panties.
When she had taken off her top earlier, she must have taken the bra too—her perfect breasts rose and fell with quick breaths, nipples stiff and proud.
She swallowed hard.
The sound was the signal.
Mom unfolded the fresh towel and laid it over my chest.
This time she didn’t sit on me; she worked my arms and legs from the side.
She probably couldn’t climb on top because of my giant cock anyway.
But the real problem was that when she reached my belly button, any contact near my lower abdomen would bump my cock against her arm.
“Hic…!”
Watching Mom jump every time we touched was strangely satisfying.
When I teased her by saying “it’s just my son’s body,” she looked embarrassed and wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Yet here she was, sneaking glances at my cock, intensely curious.
In the end, her arm massage lacked any real enthusiasm.
“This part… needs to be cleaned extra well…”
It was coming.
From the moment I flipped over, my cock had never gone soft.
It had been slapping against her arms the whole time.
Now the moment had finally arrived—to wash my son’s cock.
How would she do it?
By drying it with a towel and stopping?
Or pretending to massage it and stroking?
I was dying to know.
But when Mom picked up the towel and approached my cock, she froze.
I could feel her breath near it, yet nothing touched.
Curious, I lifted my head.
The scene that greeted me was unbelievable.
“Haa… haa… sseup… huu… haa… haa…”
Mom was breathing hard right above my cock, eyes closed, inhaling my scent desperately, fighting to hold back.
Her whole body trembled as her mouth opened and closed, tongue flicking out to lick me, then she forced herself to stop and start again.
As if she was waiting for my permission.
I reached out without thinking.
I felt like anything I wanted right now would be accepted.
Mom rubbed her cheek against my hand.
For a moment I enjoyed her cuteness, then I gently held the back of her head—firm but not painful.
I slowly pushed her down.
Her lips brushed my balls.
And then
Mom looked up at me.
A wicked smile.
Only after seeing that smile did I realize I was the one who had been playing with Mom.
Exactly as she had wanted.
The maternal affection and bunny-like cuteness were gone.
A fox with a long, dripping tongue now stared back.
“Aaang~.”
Mom’s tongue moved in slow, sensual waves.
It wasn’t a metaphor—her tongue really undulated like a wave, lewd and endless.
My cock reacted on its own, twitching hard.
“Haauuuwuu~.”
Mom swallowed the head in one gulp.
The mouth that had taken everything went up again, stretching my length.
The wanton female was unsatisfied with that.
She pushed her throat to the limit and swallowed even deeper, then used the same incredible tongue movements to lick and suck my balls and shaft without mercy.
She licked while sucking.
A man’s voice should have come out.
“Haaat…!”
The smile on Mom’s face deepened.
It didn’t feel good.
Since I had realized she was playing with me, my pride had already been pricked a little.
I needed to punish her.
“Uueup? Kweup…! Uuuuueup…”
I grabbed the back of her head and thrust to the bottom.
Her teasing tongue stopped.
Her throat tightened in tension.
I slowly pulled out, then stood up.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I moved my hips like I was fucking her pussy.
“Uueup…! Uup…! Hhuu… huu… huu…”
Surprisingly, Mom was choking for a second, then quickly adapted.
She recovered her breathing even while I pounded her roughly, head bobbing.
Even as I moved mindlessly, she kept her eyes locked on my face.
At first her eyes were full of panic, but the more they met mine, the more they softened.
If there was a nine-tailed fox in this world, it was definitely my mom.
Twuk… twuk… twuk… twuk… twuk… twuk…
“Huum…”
It wasn’t a joke.
Mom, still short of breath, sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks, then went right back to that lewd tongue play.
To prove she could keep going, I grabbed the back of her head again and thrust until my balls pressed against her throat.
She squeezed my cock even harder.
Was she teasing me again?
I glanced down.
Twuk… twuk… twuk… twuk… twuk…
Mom’s face was completely relaxed, sucking instinctively.
The sight was too erotic.
My hips sped up.
The suction of my ip-boji was so intense that I started drooling.
Vrrrrr…
I didn’t even realize I was cumming.
In the pleasure that felt like my soul was being sucked out, I couldn’t stop thrusting into Mom’s ip-boji.
Vrrr…
Only when the last drop was drained did I stop moving and finally exhale the breath I’d been holding.
Twuuueup.
Without wiping her mouth, Mom swallowed every single drop of my semen.
The moment Mom pulled her mouth off my cock, I was shocked to find it still soft.
Even I was amazed at something so unprecedented.
“You came so much, so many times.”
With a warm towel I carefully wiped my cock.
“You thought I’d stop after cumming, but you kept thrusting… then you came again… then you kept going…”
I secretly rubbed the last drops onto her cheek.
“Thank you for cumming so much.”
Even though it was wanton, the words were sincere.
I collapsed onto my back.
I was so tired my cock was already soft.
Mom lay down beside me and pulled me into her arms.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
Was this an excuse to someone?
“We didn’t do it all the way.”
Was this an excuse to get someone to understand?
“It’s just this much. It’s like masturbating. Using a toy.”
Anyone would know that.
But that was exactly what I needed to hear.
“Masturbating with your hand is less enjoyable.”
With Mom’s fingers gently stroking my hair, sleep started to pull me under.
“So… from now on, let’s masturbate together a lot?”
Even as my eyes closed, my ears caught that filthy promise.