The Starving Middle-Aged Woman Falls for the Young Man's Taste
"Aah… Nurse… That feels so good… I love it…."
Every time her tongue swept around the head of his cock with electric pleasure, Jeonghu’s languid, melted body shivered in tiny waves. Slurp, slurp. Gluck, gluck. Ok Sang-a, who had been sucking his glans with her mouth full, looked up at the sound and gave him a sultry smile. It was a face that blended motherly love for a child with raw female lust for a man.
She released the hand that had been gripping and stroking the base of his shaft and instead clutched his thighs. Holding them firmly with both palms, she leaned her upper body forward, drawing closer.
Squish.
Her heavy, voluptuous breasts pressed against Jeonghu’s knees, spreading softly to either side. Her lips, still wrapped around the glans, parted wider as she took his length deeper and deeper.
Gluck… gulp…
It was so thick that even halfway in, her mouth was already full. Still she pushed it past her throat. The narrow passage of her gullet made wet, gurgling sounds as it stretched around the head, and though her face twisted with the agony of suffocation, she kept forcing more inside.
At last she swallowed him to the root, pressing her face so close that her nose brushed the hair at his groin. Her expression was a mixture of torment and bliss. The thick bulge of his cock was visible from the outside of her throat.
Gluck… gulp…
Her head slowly drew back. The pillar that had been completely inside her now slid out endlessly, as if it would never end.
"Cough, cough!… Haa, haa—"
Thick strands of saliva spilled from her lips along with the retching coughs. After catching her breath, Ok Sang-a took the glans back into her mouth and began nodding her head back and forth again, sucking with renewed hunger.
Squelch, squelch. Slurp, slurp. Suuuup—
Once her serious rhythm began, her wet hair swayed nonstop and her crushed breasts jiggled and rubbed against his knees in every direction. The sight no longer looked like a devoted nurse simply trying to comfort her young master. It looked like a starving woman desperately trying to milk every last drop of the thick essence hidden inside him.
"Nurse, are you really sucking it that deliciously? Does my cock… taste good to you?"
Ok Sang-a, sitting between the legs of someone she had raised like a son and sucking his cock, now hearing him ask if it tasted good. For a brief moment, self-reproach flashed through her mind—she had lost control of her starved body and was showing him a side he should never see. But she couldn’t slow down. In truth, it really did taste incredible… and sucking such a magnificent cock filled her with overwhelming ecstasy.
Gluck, gluck. Squelch, squelch. Slurp, slurp, suuuup—
She spread her hands wide, gripping his thighs tightly, and bobbed her head with shameless vigor, sucking and sucking. Then—
"Kk… I’m cumming, I’m cumming……!"
The moment Jeonghu spoke, his cock swelled rock-hard. Thick semen erupted from the slit in his glans. An unbelievable volume poured down her throat, far more than should have been possible from a single climax.
Gush—! Glurk, glurk, glurk.
Ok Sang-a wrapped both arms around Jeonghu’s buttocks, clinging desperately as her throat bobbed repeatedly, swallowing every surge. She kept moving her head back and forth until she had sucked out the very last drop.
Gluck… pop.
She finally pulled her mouth off his cock and swallowed the pool of semen still sitting on her tongue. Unlike her husband’s lukewarm, meager load, this was hot, abundant enough to finally ease her hunger, and carried the fresh, vibrant taste of youth.
‘Aah… Aaaaa……’
With a completely flushed face, Ok Sang-a lifted both hands to her lips, trembling with rapture. The exact “amount” and “flavor” her long-starved middle-aged body had craved were still swirling inside her mouth.
After staying lost in that ecstasy for a long while, she finally regained her senses. Looking up at Jeonghu, she asked in a dreamy voice.
"Haa… ha… Are you… feeling better now, Young Master…?"
Jeonghu alternated his gaze between her wildly excited expression and his cock, which still stood proudly, glistening with saliva and semen. He grinned.
"Nurse, stand up for me."
The moment she rose at his command, Jeonghu grabbed her arm and yanked her behind him.
"Oh my!"
Ok Sang-a found herself standing with her hands braced against the edge of the bath behind him. Jeonghu turned as well, seizing her plump, pale ass with both hands and kneading it greedily.
"Ah…! Young M-Master… Heut!… Hut…."
Her body, already pushed to the peak of sensitivity, reacted sharply to the young man’s strong hands on her rear. Her waist twitched, sending ripples across her pelvis so that her ass cheeks quivered. It was the pitiful gesture of a body begging to be filled.
Slide… squish….
"Ah……!"
Jeonghu gripped his cock with one hand and pressed the swollen glans against her pussy. The moment the large, hard head touched her dripping folds, a long moan mixed with anticipation and delight spilled from Ok Sang-a’s lips. She already knew exactly what was about to happen between her and the Young Master.
A very, very pleasurable… obscene act.
"Ha, ah…."
Just imagining it made her breath come hot and heavy. Any lingering thoughts of “Can I really do this with someone I raised like a son?” had vanished long ago. Her ripe, mature body was burning with need, and her mind had already drowned in lust.
Before Jeonghu could even move, Ok Sang-a adjusted her stance first, subtly pushing her hips backward.
"Aah……."
Her plump, pale buttocks slowly pressed back. The glans nestled against her entrance, and the soft folds spread open, gradually swallowing him.
Squish… glurk.
"Haaang… Aah, ah……."
Even though only the tip had entered, the heavy pressure felt as if it were piercing her entire body. Though she had taken her husband’s cock countless times, this was the first time in her life she had ever felt such a stretching fullness. A violent shiver ran through her. It felt like she could climax just from staying like this.
"Haa, haa……"
Jeonghu smiled wickedly, savoring both her unexpected initiative and the way her pussy gently chewed on his glans. Then he grabbed her voluptuous ass with both hands and squeezed hard.
Squeeze!
"Heut!"
"My, my dear nurse… Pushing back onto me before I even put it in? Haha… You really can’t wait, can you?"
"Aah… Young Master, please… Hurry, hurry……."
Her entrance clamped tightly around the head of his cock as she begged in a desperate voice.
"Huu… You want it fast? Then—"
Thrust—!
"—take it all!"
"Ahaaak……!"
In the middle of his sentence, Jeonghu slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Ok Sang-a’s back arched sharply, her head snapped back, and a scream-like moan burst from her widely opened mouth.
Slap, slap! Thrust—thrust! Squelch, squelch! Smack, smack!
"Ahak! …Hak! Ahuk! Aheuaaang…!"
Jiggle! Shake-shake! Jiggle-jiggly—!
Jeonghu gripped her ass with bruising force and pounded into her like a beast. Her plump buttocks rippled violently with every impact, while the two heavy breasts hanging from her chest swung wildly back and forth.
"Haang! Ang…! Ahuk, hak!… Young Master, aah! It’s so good, ahak! So goooood…!"
Every deep, powerful thrust tore another broken moan from Ok Sang-a’s throat. Her pussy felt like it was packed with thick, sticky honey—warm, slippery, and soft, yet it clung to him from the tip of his glans all the way to the root. Her large ass was crushed and kneaded by the fierce impacts while his cock ravaged the hungry hole between them.
Pounding. Being pounded. Inserting. Swallowing. Thrusting. Being thrust into. The wet slapping of flesh and the scream-like moans filled the bathroom and spilled out into the hallway, yet their rhythm only grew more frantic.
"Ahuk, huk!… It’s too good, what do I do!… I’m, I’m going to— Ang! Hauk, haeuaaeuang…!"
"Huk, heuk! I feel good too, Nurse. Now— huk huk— I’m going to cum!"
"Inside, haak, hak! Fill me completely! Haaang—! Plant Young Master’s baby seed deep inside my body… huk…!"
Squelch, squelch! Plunge, plunge, plunge! Thud, thud, pow, pow!
Glurk, glurk, glurk…….
Jeonghu emptied every drop of semen into her pussy exactly as she begged. Even while cumming he kept thrusting, milking out the last thick remnants from deep inside himself and pumping them all into her body before finally pulling free.
Plop.
Strength left Ok Sang-a’s legs and she slumped against the bathtub wall. Her body still trembled with aftershocks as she panted with heated breaths.
Jeonghu gazed down at her with deep satisfaction, then stepped out of the tub. He rinsed himself with the clean water set aside nearby, then sat down in front of her. She was slumped forward with her arms draped over the edge of the bath. He leaned close to her face and kissed her deeply.
"Haeup… slurp, mmm… haa, slurp, slurp—"
Even with dazed eyes and a completely disheveled expression, Ok Sang-a instinctively parted her lips and tangled her tongue with his. After sharing a long, passionate kiss, Jeonghu slipped on the fresh robe folded nearby and left the bathroom with light, refreshed steps.
"Ah! Young Prince, you’ve finally come out?!"
The person who greeted Jeonghu was Jin Somi, who had been tending the furnace and now came running over in a hurry.
"Hm? What’s wrong with your face…?"
Black soot was smeared across her cheeks and nose. The skin that wasn’t covered in soot was flushed bright red. Perhaps it had grown hot standing next to the blazing furnace?
"Hic, it’s nothing! Um… may I clean the bathroom now?"
"Hmm—the nurse is still inside. Wait until she comes out."
"Y-yes! Understood!"
Jeonghu had begun walking toward his room when he suddenly turned back as if remembering something.
"Somi."
"Y-yes…!"
Somi, who had been scooping water into a bucket to douse the fire, jumped in surprise and looked at him with wide, nervous eyes. It was the first time he had called her by name instead of simply “maid.”
"When I’m not using the bathroom… you may use it anytime you wish. I recalled that the servants’ bath doesn’t have a tub, so if you don’t need to, there’s no reason to force yourself."
"Eut! Thank you so much—!"
Jeonghu turned back toward his room. From behind him came the excited cry, "C-can I also sprinkle flowers and scented oil when I wash?!" He gave a small nod.
Step, step.
Ever since she had realized what a good person he was, Jin Somi had shed much of her fear and begun showing her original bright personality again. She couldn’t stop the smile that kept tugging at her lips as she watched the Young Prince walk away.
She didn’t know he had made the offer because he remembered how she used to scatter her favorite flowers in the tub and bathe together with the previous patriarch under the excuse of washing him. Still, the simple fact that he cared about a mere maid like her made her heart flutter with joy.
Thinking she would clean once the nurse came out and then take her own bath later, Somi grinned from ear to ear. She glanced around cautiously, then slyly slipped a hand under her skirt.
Slide.
Squish….
Her underwear was soaked through.
Ever since the nurse and the Young Prince had entered the bathroom roughly one meal’s time ago (thirty to sixty minutes), sticky sounds of flesh slapping together and loud moans had been drifting out. Even Somi, who had never been with a man, instantly understood what those sounds meant.
And listening to them… she had become unbearably aroused.
Feeling embarrassed, she quickly pulled her hand back out from under her skirt. Since she didn’t know when the nurse would emerge, she added more firewood to the furnace to keep the bathwater hot for herself.
"Hee…."
She thought it would feel incredibly good to slip into that warm tub while still carrying this heated feeling and quietly touch herself.