The Neighbor Ju-yeong Who Seduced Me (2) — The Bedroom
And then, before I even realized what I was doing, I pressed my lips to hers.
Her tongue shoved into my mouth at once. That soft, warm flesh coiled around mine in a heartbeat.
We went at each other like we'd lost our minds, as if every drop of lust we'd been holding back had detonated at once—nipping at plush lips, drinking each other's spit, tongues flicking fast with neither of us waiting to take the lead.
This Ajumma was a slut. There was no other word for it. This wasn't the little pecks I'd shared with Mom. This—actually swapping tongues, wet and hungry—this was a real kiss.
I cupped her cheeks in both hands, holding her face as we kissed. In that moment she was neither a child's mother nor anyone's wife. She was simply my woman, gathered up in my arms.
"Haah. Hyeonsu. Haah~ haah~"
"Yes. Haah."
We broke apart and dragged in air. We'd kissed so furiously, without even pausing to breathe, that blood had rushed into her lips until they looked painted red, as if she'd put on lipstick.
"This is… the first time I've done this with a man who isn't my daughter's father. Haah~ haah~"
"Really? Haah."
Was she more innocent than I'd thought?
"Yes. From when we started dating until now—ten years… haah~ it's my first time, period. But it feels so good. I'm going crazy."
This was how it always started. Even in the dramas, it began as a joke, a half-serious pass—until something caught fire. Then it became an affair, and once you'd tasted it you couldn't forget, and you came back for more. That was the loop. And she'd just taken a man eight years younger into her arms. Of course it felt good.
"What do you like about it? Haah."
"Everything. Touching another man's cock like this. The kissing. All of it. Haah~"
The kissing alone seemed to have driven her arousal to its peak. The hand wrapped around my cock was already slick and shining with precum.
"Ajumma."
"Yes?"
"Suck it for me."
She nodded at once and slowly lowered herself. Settling neatly on her knees on the bathroom floor, she took hold of my cock and licked the tip of the head.
Then she worked the foreskin with the point of her tongue and dragged it, slow and greedy, down the head, along the shaft, all the way to the root, as if she were tasting something delicious.
She must have done this for her husband. Ten years of it. That was how her body had learned, in the flesh, exactly how to work a man.
She sealed her lips over the head, sucked up the precum, then opened her mouth and started feeding my cock in little by little. Inside that hot mouth it throbbed so hard it felt ready to spill at any second.
"Haah~ Ajumma… haah~ that feels so good."
The praise put confidence in her, and she swallowed me deeper. But there was a limit. Even with it nearly at her throat, only half of my cock was inside her.
She gagged, trying to force more of it down, then hit her limit against the back of her throat. Still, she cinched her lips tight and started bobbing her head. As my cock slid in and out of her mouth, wet, airy sounds kept spilling from between her lips—the sound of suction breaking and catching again.
She kept me in her mouth and swallowed the precum that pooled there, and whenever my reactions dipped she coiled her tongue around me and wrung out a pleasure so sharp it made my head swim.
A few minutes of that, and then she bore down hard, sucking as if she meant to pull me clean out of my skin. She swallowed a whole mouthful of precum and spit in one gulp.
"Haah~ that's insane. Yours is really huge, Hyeonsu. I've never seen one like this. I mean it."
She looked up at me, her face flushed crimson, even the whites of her eyes bloodshot. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her again.
The musky scent of my own precum came through on her tongue. I didn't care. I went after her mouth like a man possessed, and at the same time my hand stroked down her back, slow, until I filled my palm with that springy ass and gave it a couple of playful smacks. Then I slid forward, and reached the most secret place she had.
The back of my hand brushed her pubic hair. I turned my wrist and went lower, middle finger raised along that long, divided cleft. Wetness painted my fingertip at once. When the finger slipped just slightly into the split of her, I dragged it up in one long stroke from bottom to top.
"Hngh~!"
Her legs gave out and she sank a little, then caught herself and stood again. I'd barely traced her pussy and the stimulation had already wrecked her.
"Haah. Hyeonsu, I'm going crazy. I want it. Haah~"
Even her legs were trembling; her hips kept jerking in little helpless twitches. This was not the body of a woman who dried out and needed lube. Her pussy was already pouring. The bathroom had gone thick and humid with the heat of the two of us.
"You want it?"
"Yes. Desperately."
"Alright."
I scooped her up in my arms, face to face.
"Ah!"
The shower had only ever been an excuse. We had our own business to take care of. I carried her out of the bathroom and headed for the master bedroom.
Still held against my chest, she pushed the door open herself, and I laid her down on the king-size bed in the center of the room as if I were tossing her onto it.
I grabbed her thighs and spread them in one motion. A startled sound caught in her throat. Flustered, she left her legs where I'd put them and only turned her face aside. Now that it was really about to start, the shame had caught up with her.
There, between those opened thighs, her sex sat pretty as a picture. It had bloomed like petals, and clear juices ran from the split in a thin, steady trickle.
I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth and took her pussy in a single hungry bite, then drove my tongue in deep.
"Haaaaah!!!"
Both her legs snapped shut and clamped hard around my face. I licked a long stroke from the bottom all the way up, and her thighs squeezed my head even tighter.
"Nnngh! Nnh!"
Pleasure had soaked her through until her hips were bucking; she threw her head back and poured the sound out of her throat.
"Haah~ it's too… nngh!"
The bed only her husband had ever been allowed to climb onto. And now here she was on top of it, naked, mixing her body with another man—a much younger man. Ju-yeong screamed loud enough to drown the master bedroom.
"Hyeonsu. Nngh~"
Sweet. I'd expected her juices to taste musky. Instead they were so good I wanted to keep drinking them. She must have showered before I arrived, or used something to clean herself. Her pussy even carried a faint fragrance.
I sucked at her for a long time. Not a trace of discoloration—how was it that pretty? I spread her with both hands and pushed my tongue in between the inner lips.
I was still at it when her voice came, thin and pleading.
"Haah~ Hyeonsu, I want to suck you too."
She reached for my cock the way a starving person reaches for food. And if she wanted it that badly, of course I had to give it to her. I climbed over her body and turned myself around. My cock hung over her face; her pussy lay under mine.
We licked and sucked at each other, shameless, pouring every ounce of lust onto that master bed.
And then, for a second, I didn't know why the thought arrived—but I wondered if Mom's pussy was like this too. Would it be this pretty? Would it taste this good? The moment I let myself think it, the confusion took, and I sucked at her harder, as if the body under my mouth were Mom's.
Haah… Mom.
I planted my lips against her pussy outright and drank. Below the folds I was sucking, her anus sat neatly pursed, and it was almost cute the way it loosened and clenched in little pulses every time she tensed.
Underneath me, Ju-yeong was doing her part with a will. Both hands wrapped around my ass, she sucked my cock like she meant it. Without thinking I started rolling my hips, pushing into her mouth as if it were another pussy, and she took every thrust without a hint of complaint.
"Haah~ Ajumma, you're this wet and you said you dry out?"
"I don't know. When I do it with my husband I keep drying up, but being with you like this… I guess I just like it too much. Haah~"
She answered, then took me back into her mouth and went at my cock all over again, wild with it.
It didn't take long before a tingling jolt ran through my prostate. A little more of this and I'd be finished—it was only a matter of time. There was still too much I wanted to do. I couldn't come like this.
I pulled my hips back and drew my cock out of her mouth. Leaving her disappointed look behind, I settled between her legs again. I buried my face in her thighs and licked her pussy in one long, slow stroke, taking my time with her body. I kissed the wide flare of her hip, then licked the soft hollow of her stomach.
"Haaah~ that tickles…"
She flinched, then let herself go slack. My tongue kept traveling, climbing toward those full breasts. Even lying on her back they didn't flatten sideways; they stood up firm toward the ceiling, and at the peak of each one a pink nipple sat as pretty as a bud.
I pushed my nose into the valley between them and drew in a long breath of her. Better than any perfume. One hand closed hard around a breast.
"Haah~"
Then I bit down on the nipple.
"Haaaaah!"
I flicked it with the tip of my tongue—left, right, up, down—and her moans climbed. I moved faster. She started coming apart, the sounds breaking out of her in pieces.
"Nngh~ nh~ hnnngh~"
She was so soft the flesh spilled between my fingers when I squeezed. It felt insanely good. I played with both breasts the way you'd play with a toy—kneading, sucking, licking, taking my fill.
"Haah~ Hyeonsu. That's cute. You like my breasts that much?"
"Yes. I want to play with them all day."
"Then do it all day."
"Until your husband gets home?"
"Whatever. I don't even care. Hehehe."
She squeezed my body between her thighs, playful, teasing. I kept working her breasts. After I'd indulged myself for a long while, I climbed higher, slow.
Our eyes met. We shared a short kiss. My cock was already circling her pussy, stroking, coating itself thoroughly in her juices. Her thighs had fallen open on their own, offering the perfect angle for me to enter.
We locked eyes.
And then, slowly, I pushed my cock into her.