Sena Wants to Know What My Cum Smells Like ♥♥ (1)
……
Was I dreaming?
I could feel bare skin wrapping itself around my body. Legs gliding smoothly up over my groin. A hand lingering, sticky and soft, across my chest and stomach. Even a humid breath tickling the nape of my neck.
"Don't open your eyes…"
When had it started? She must have sensed me stirring, because her hand drifted up and gently covered my eyes. The feel of hot flesh pressed flush against me was enough to tell me she was completely naked.
Who was it?
A woman's body, clinging tighter and tighter in the haze of half-sleep.
"Mom's embarrassed too…"
The whisper came right at my ear.
Ah. So it was Mom.
That's how dreams work, isn't it? They regurgitate the memories carved into your head. I must have been thinking about Mom before bed, and it had carried over into the dream.
Still, this was way too vivid.
"I understand how you feel, sweetheart. It's okay. Every man makes mistakes in his life… that's just how it is for everyone…"
Her lips, hovering just shy of touching, breathed the words into my ear. I gave a small nod, trying to follow the voice of this dream-version of my mother.
"Come morning, we'll go on like nothing ever happened. You understand…?"
I nodded again, faintly. When the hand lifted away from my eyes, the outline of my mother came into blurry focus, looking down at me. A soft smile on her face. I smiled back up at her.
"You'll do that for me, won't you…?"
The hand that had been stroking my chest slid slowly down my body.
It was only a dream.
And yet my cock, throbbing at full mast, was wrapped in her fingers. The sensation was impossibly real.
Could this actually not be a dream?
With doubt gnawing at me, I reached for the breast resting against my chest and brought it to my mouth.
"Aaahh…"
As I sank my teeth into the soft flesh, a pained moan spilled from her lips. I rolled the bumpy surface of her nipple with my tongue and slid my hand, wedged between our bodies, toward her crotch. She obliged by lifting the leg draped over my thigh, opening herself for me.
My fingers met the soaked, slick flesh of her pussy.
"Haaah…"
"……"
"Haah… you understand how Mom feels, don't you…?"
The hot breath that had been washing over my face pulled away. Before long she was burrowing under the covers headfirst, sliding down my body. Heavy breasts settled on my thigh, and her lips swallowed the head of my cock.
Shloop.
The sensation of being sucked in. She caressed my thighs gently while taking me into her mouth, rocking her head back and forth.
Gluk, gluk.
The sound echoed through the dark like someone working a popsicle down their throat. Even lost in that foggy half-sleep, the sensations she gave me came through razor sharp.
This isn't a dream…
I quietly lifted the covers. There was my mother, round ass raised beside my chest, bare skin laid out in full. Even in the darkness, her glistening wet pussy caught the moonlight seeping through the window and shimmered.
It was so surreal that I let the covers fall back down.
Figures. No way this was real.
"Mmmh…"
"I don't want to grow distant from you, my son…"
"Me neither…"
At the answer I barely managed to push out, she pressed a soft kiss to me. Since when were human lips this soft?
I reached out, ready to seize her body and pull her into a tight embrace.
But she slipped away almost immediately. I couldn't hold on to her.
"I love you. My son…"
And just like that, she was gone, drifting away from my side.
The image of her giving a small wave faded softly from view.
Click.
"Sleep well…?"
"Ah! Yes, Mother!"
That was the moment I'd wandered out, clutching my growling stomach, lured by the delicious smell wafting down the hall. The instant my eyes met hers, the dream from before dawn came flooding back.
What was it about this déjà vu?
That smile from earlier this morning. At the sight of her faint smile, every memory of the night before came rushing back in full.
"Mother! Did you, by any chance, stop by my room early this morning?"
Hm? What are you talking about?
That was the answer that should have come back. Instead:
"You don't remember?"
She replied without missing a beat, setting a heaping bowl of rice down on the table in front of me.
"Ah. So it was you, Mother…?"
"Ho ho. Don't tell me you dreamed about kissing your mother?"
"Wha—? N-no, of course not!"
She chuckled and sat down across from me. What the hell. Way to confuse a guy. Then she nudged the side dishes closer to me and picked up her spoon.
"Let's just eat, shall we? We promised, remember."
"Ah… right."
I immediately picked up my spoon along with her.
It hadn't been a dream.
Mom looked somehow even more at ease than usual, as if last night had actually settled something for her, and I found I couldn't bring myself to ask a single thing about it.
"What about me?"
"Oh my, you're up early? I didn't bother waking you since you always sleep in on weekends. Come sit down. I'll get your rice."
"Okay."
Just as the air was starting to get awkward, Sena made her entrance. She took the seat beside Mom—which is to say, directly across from me.
…?
What the.
This had never happened before. Beneath her white shirt, her puffy nipples stood out clearly, locking eyes with mine.
"Morning, Oppa. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah. You, Sena?"
"Me too."
A shy face. She blushed faintly as she said it.
She's being sweet again today. Why the sudden change of heart, I wondered—then gave up on the thought and looked back up at the mother-daughter conversation.
"We're going grocery shopping after breakfast. Want to come?"
"I'm, uh, gonna rest."
"That's fine, then. I'll just go by myself."
"You're not even going to ask Oppa?"
"Oppa needs his rest. He's busy job hunting."
At Mom's answer, Sena's face scrunched all the way up before relaxing again as she looked at me.
"Must be nice, having a mom who dotes on you."
"Yep. Sure is."
"You two seem close. When did you get like this?"
"We were always this close, Mom."
"Oh my, were we?"
"Yes. We were."
When I finally wedged myself back into their exchange, Mom gave a somewhat dubious nod.
"Oppa."
I was back in my room, mulling over what had happened with Bom, when the door eased open a crack and Sena stood there, head meekly bowed. I sat bolt upright.
"Yeah? You need allowance?"
"No, I'm fine on that. It's not that. Could you, um, help me with something for a sec?"
"Sure. Yeah. What is it?"
At my question, she beckoned and slipped away. I got up and followed her right away.
She was headed for the master bedroom.
"Why in here?"
"Something's off about this room."
"Like what?"
"Well… I'll explain later. Could you stand behind me, please?"
!
Only then did I have a pretty good idea what she intended to do.
She flung the wardrobe wide open, planted herself in front of it, and glanced back at me standing behind her. Yesterday afternoon. There was clearly something inside the wardrobe she was trying to confirm.
"Closer, please."
"Okay."
Even while doing this, my eyes drifted down to her lower half as she stood with her back to me. Maybe it was because I'd spent way too long savoring Bom's ass last night, but Sena's butt looked exceptionally generous today.
Yep. An ass has to be big to be any good.
God, she's killing me.
I was still drinking in the view, working my way down her calves to her pale bare feet, when she leaned forward and rested her body lightly on top of the bed. Her back bent at a slight angle, the ass beneath her skirt pushing out a thick, unmistakable outline.
"What exactly are you doing?"
Figured I should at least clear up the suspicion properly. I asked with what I hoped sounded like genuine curiosity. She glanced back over her shoulder.
"I think I was here yesterday. Me, I mean."
"Here?"
"And I can't tell if that was a hallucination or if it actually happened."
"Huh? Wait, don't tell me you've been doing dru—"
"What's that supposed to mean! Seriously. It's just… I feel like my head's been off lately. I keep passing out in front of people—I fainted in front of you, and yesterday I fainted in front of Mom. Something's wrong with my body. That's what I mean."
"Yikes. Maybe you should see a doctor?"
"A psychiatrist?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Anyway. Something's off. Thanks for helping me."
"Ah— yeah, sure."
She gave a polite little bow and left the room. I trudged back to my own.
Suspicion, schmuspicion.
I flopped onto my bed, fished out my cock, and got right to it.
"Yep. Homemade beats the real thing every time…"
And started stroking, slow and easy.
"Mmm, nothing like a good jerk session. From now on…"
Sena. Mom. The daughter from the gukbap restaurant. And Choi Yerim.
Plus Bom, on top of all that.
Ever since the app appeared, I'd been ravaging those gorgeous women's bodies practically every single day. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I'd been devoured by my own appetites. My brain was pickled clean through in pleasure.
These days, the tiniest bit of skin was enough to make me want to blow a load.
So there I was, pumping my cock to the memory of Sena's ass from just a little while ago.
Oh, why not just use the app to jerk off, you ask?
Because today I needed to use time-stop to haul in a big pile of money.
"Nngh. So good."
The women I'd fucked kept surfacing in my mind and dissolving away, over and over. And every time, the pillar gripped in my hand hardened a little more.
And then, before long—
"Nnngh, already…?"
My cock had grown thoroughly accustomed to coming. The urge to blow was swelling up fast.
"Ngh. I'm— I'm coming, Bom. Swallow it for me."
Click.
"Oppa, one more favor—" "Eep? Wh—!"
The exact instant I sank into my fantasy of unloading into Bom's mouth, the door swung wide open and I came face to face with Sena.
But my load had already gone off.
"N-no, don't look—"
"Kyaa!"
I came, eyes locked on hers. The thick white spurts arced high and splattered down—plop, plop—over my chest, my stomach, my groin.
"……"
"……"
Fuck.
If I'd at least been wearing pants, this would've been a non-issue. Caught between mortification and panic, I twisted my body away from her.
"Oppa. I, um…"
Why. Why is she still looking?
"Sorry! I should've locked the door!"
I shouted over my shoulder—over my bare ass, more like—but the door still wasn't closing. Goddammit. I could feel her searing gaze on me, and before I could stop myself, I slowly turned my head.
There she was, still standing in the doorway.
"Are you… going to keep standing there…?"
"I recognize that smell. The smell from that day."
"Huh? What smell?"
"That's a man's smell, isn't it?"
And then she started spouting nonsense I couldn't begin to parse. Far from leaving, I could hear her footsteps drawing closer.
"Wh-what smell…?"
"The smell I noticed in that moment… the hallucination."
Only then did that moment come back to me.
Sena collapsed, her mind completely scrambled.
And the enormous load of cum I'd dumped all over her ass.
Holy shit…
Sena had remembered the smell from that day. All this time.
"Um, Oppa? I'm so sorry to ask, but… could I smell it up close?"