Mother's Mouth
Hwangbo Jeonghu let out a soft sigh of admiration.
He had guessed as much from the curves visible beneath her clothes, but seeing it in person was even more breathtaking. Ok Sang-a seemed conscious of his gaze, her face flushing as she tried to cover her breasts with one arm. Of course, there was no way an arm could hide breasts the size of watermelons. Instead, they were squeezed and spread even wider, making them look all the more mesmerizing.
"...They look rather unsightly, don't they?" she asked, her expression a mix of embarrassment and shyness. She had no idea that the moment he saw her body, Jeonghu's cock had swollen to the point of bursting.
"Unsightly? Ha! They look even more beautiful than when you were younger!"
"...Oh my! Really? Hehe. I'm glad you see it that way."
Jeonghu smiled brightly. Perhaps reassured by his innocent grin, Ok Sang-a's face softened as she slowly stepped forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Still covering her upper body with her arm, she lifted a leg and stepped into the bath.
In that instant, Jeonghu saw it clearly. As her foot rose forward, her thighs parted. The crack between her groin opened, revealing her pussy. Her dark violet folds were wet and glistening.
Splash. Splash.
Ok Sang-a entered the bath, the water rippling twice across the surface. She sat down right in front of him, just an arm's length away, submerging herself up to her chest.
"Young Master, are you satisfied now?"
"Yes. Haha— being in here together like this really brings back memories of when I was little. It feels wonderful."
The water in the tub was cloudy. A sweet fragrance rose along with the scent of flowers. Not only had fragrant oils been added, but the bath also contained cow's milk—something so expensive that ordinary people could barely afford to drink it. Soaking in milk was known to make the skin pale and soft, so when Jeonghu was a child, Ok Sang-a had always prepared his baths this way. She had simply recreated that old memory for him.
Thanks to the milky water, nothing below the chest was visible, which eased her embarrassment—at least for a moment. Soon, however, Ok Sang-a made a troubled face. She pressed both hands against her chest and pushed downward. Her enormous breasts had floated up until nearly half of them were above the cloudy surface, exposing her dark brown nipples.
Even without stimulation, perhaps because she was looking at a young man's body, her nipples stood out stiffly with a strange glossy sheen. She tried to push them down calmly so Jeonghu wouldn't notice, but they gradually rose again.
"Nurse, what are you doing...?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
When the seemingly innocent Jeonghu asked again, she finally let go. She could feel her breasts rising once more, but she tried not to think about it. Any man who knew women would have recognized what those stiff, swollen nipples meant. But since the Young Master was ignorant about such matters between men and women, she comforted herself with that thought.
Still... our Young Master has grown so well.
She felt a sudden pang of regret for not having watched him grow. No matter how many men she had seen in her life, none had been as impressive as Jeonghu... How had he grown so splendidly? It wasn't just his looks. His reliable, solid body and face were so incredibly masculine... Even she, who had a husband and had always thought of Jeonghu as a son, felt her composure waver.
Pride and tenderness. As Ok Sang-a, lost in thought, came back to her senses, Jeonghu's face filled her vision. His gaze was fixed intently downward, slightly lowered...
Ah.
She realized exactly where the Young Master's eyes were focused, but she deliberately didn't look down to confirm it. She tried to act as if nothing was wrong, keeping her expression calm. She tried so hard to pretend it didn't affect her...
Twitch. Tremble—
But her body was reacting to the man's gaze. Her swollen nipples tightened and quivered. A ticklish sensation spread through her, followed by a strange, heated flush. The way Jeonghu was looking at her body. The way this man was staring fixedly at her stiff nipples...
"Nurse, do you remember what I said in the room?" Jeonghu spoke then.
"Hm? Ah... Y-yes... What was it...?"
Startled as if her thoughts had been read, Ok Sang-a flinched and asked in return.
"I told you earlier. That I've developed side effects from qi deviation."
"Ah, yes... That's right. Will you tell me about it?"
Now was the moment. A subtle smile curved Jeonghu's lips. The nurse had no idea what kind of expression she was making right now. It was an unmistakable face of arousal. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her expression heated and sensual. Even her normally gentle voice carried a strange seductive undertone.
She had finally begun to see him not as the Young Master from her childhood, but as a man. And she had crossed the barriers of 'caution' and 'distance' in a single leap. It was exactly as he had intended. If she had seen him as a man from the beginning, she never would have allowed things to flow so naturally.
"Are you curious?"
"Of course... What kind of side effects have you developed? I can't tell just by looking..."
"You can tell just by looking."
With those words—
Splash... plop.
Jeonghu slowly stood up. The water rippled as his upper body was fully revealed. Along with his clearly defined abs, his thighs... and what lay between them.
'......!!'
Ok Sang-a's eyes widened as she sucked in a sharp breath.
"Ah... Aah......"
It was right in front of her. A cock of enormous size—the likes of which she had never seen before—stood so close that if she tilted her head, it would touch her face. Her mind went dizzy. There was no trace of panic or embarrassment on her face. She couldn't even process what kind of situation this was.
The moment the sudden cock appeared, the sheer overwhelming size and dominating shape turned her mind completely blank. Her gaze was forcibly captured; she couldn't look away. Its thickness like a sturdy forearm. The way it curved upward. The bulging, reddish veins...
"Haa... Ha..."
Her breathing grew ragged. Hot breaths leaked between her lips. Perhaps because she was a woman who knew men, her initially shocked expression gradually melted into one of fascination.
Jeonghu looked down at her, taking in every change and reaction.
"Nurse, this is my side effect. It's truly... inconvenient. My qi and blood got twisted, and it ended up like this on its own."
"Haa, haa... This is... the side effect...? The size... is the size also because of the side effect?"
"Ah— No, that's my original size. It's rather large, isn't it?"
"...It's too... big... Haa, how much you must have suffered... Our Young Master... Really, haa... How could you..."
Her head tilted slightly upward. She didn't even realize her face was drawing closer, almost touching it. She could smell his scent. The scent of a young, powerful man's cock... Her unfocused eyes traveled from the shaft to the glans. Hot breaths flowed from between her lips, and she inhaled intermittently through her nose, unconsciously taking in that primal musk.
It was an addictive smell—one that, once inhaled, could not be stopped. Ok Sang-a's expression gradually turned ecstatic.
Twitch.
Her hand moved. It rose upward.
In a sticky, plaintive voice filled with longing, she spoke.
"Aah... Is there... Is there anything I can do to help...? Anything at all... so that I can be of use to you, Young Master... Haa..."
Her gaze remained fixed on the precum gathered in the slit of his glans.
"Whenever this happens, I usually stroke it myself... But if you would do it for me, Nurse, I think that would feel much better... Would that be alright?"
The moment Jeonghu finished speaking, Ok Sang-a's hand—which had been twitching below—rose up. Her spread fingers brushed along his cock. As if touching the most precious thing in the world, her hand traced every inch of the shaft before opening and firmly grasping the middle.
"Of course it's alright... I'll do it for you. It must be so uncomfortable being this swollen... So that our Young Master can feel at ease..."
Slide... Squish, squish— Rub, rub, slide, slide—
She stroked it back and forth. Her hand moved in large, deliberate strokes. Occasionally, her thumb would rub and smear the precum gathered beneath the glans.
Having masturbated frequently herself recently, she knew. It was far better when someone else did it... Pleasuring oneself was fine, but wasn't it so much better when the opposite sex did it? Therefore... this wasn't something she wanted for herself. It was all so that the Young Master could feel good, so that he could be comfortable...
Slap, slap, slap— Squish, squish, squish—
"Haaaa... Haa, ha......"
She was merely holding and stroking it, yet sweet moans kept flowing from Ok Sang-a's mouth. The one giving the pleasure seemed more aroused than the one receiving it—a scene that would make any onlooker think their roles had been reversed. The hand stroking his cock gradually moved faster. Her movements were far too eager to be just for the Young Master's sake.
Every time her hand moved vigorously back and forth, the two massive watermelon-like breasts hanging from her upper body jiggled violently in response. Her gaze was locked onto the large glans. Her tongue twitched between her parted lips, as if it wanted to come out... and eventually, it did.
Lick... slurp.
The tip of Ok Sang-a's tongue touched the glans. As she licked up the droplet of precum hanging beneath it, her narrow tongue spread wide, and her lips parted further. Wide enough to match the thickness of the swollen glans.
'Aah, ah... It tastes so good... so incredibly good...'
A hungry middle-aged woman's mouth would naturally crave the taste of a man's once she had sampled it. She had even found her husband's limp thing delicious, so how could she possibly stop after tasting a young man's big, hard cock? The thought that the cock before her belonged to Jeonghu—who she had thought of as a son—had already grown faint.
It was simply the cock of a young, vigorous man... Something so tempting and ecstatic that she couldn't resist devouring it. Ok Sang-a's head tilted further forward.
Slurp... Gulp.
Driven by instinct, she finally took the entire cock into her mouth. Once it was already inside, there was no point in holding back. She seized it greedily.
Slurp, slurp...! Gluck, gluck, slurp, slurp...!
Grabbing Jeonghu's thigh with one hand, she tilted her head from side to side as she sucked. As if sucking on the most delicious thing in the world. With her other hand, she gripped the base of the shaft and stroked it.
"Ah......!"
With a groan, Jeonghu's eyes lazily closed. A distant memory surfaced. His mother's embrace. Warmth and comfort. A cozy, sweet... stimulation. Nurse Ok Sang-a's mouth had the same embracing softness as a womb holding a baby. And yet her soft, moist tongue wrapped around the glans, creating an electrifying sensation... It was a mouth that held both comfort and pleasure at once.
It was the mouth of a mother.