31. For MILFs Who Won't Listen, Cock Makes the Best Conversation
✲ To avoid confusion between Seonwoo's mom and protagonist Hyeonmin's mom in references, from this chapter on, she'll be called Mikyung ajumma. Please keep that in mind while reading. 🖤 (Mikyung ajumma = Seonwoo's mom)
My plan for dealing with Mikyung ajumma, if talking it out didn't work, wasn't some elaborate scheme with a bunch of steps. It was just me and Seonwoo taking turns pounding her cunt senseless until she accepted her new relationship with her son.
The dumb, primal, and most reliable way: overwhelm her with nonstop, excessive pleasure until she surrendered on her own. From a normal perspective, it might look like rape, but this was just relieving Seonwoo's mom's worries. Sure, there are cases like me and Mom where you take time to confirm your love for each other, but it was uncertain if the Seonwoo duo could reach the same conclusion even if they both wanted it. That's why Seonwoo and I went with the fastest, simplest method.
First, Seonwoo—who'd already cum twice in a row—climbed onto ajumma's belly, wedged his cock between her pretty tits, and started teasing her nipples. I shoved my fully erect massive cock back into her.
[Squelch~ Plop! Shluuuurp!]
"What the hell are you two doing? Get off me, hnngh~"
My cock sliced through her slick, sopping-wet cunt lips and buried itself to the hilt in one thrust, crushing her cervix. At the same time, Seonwoo rubbed and tugged her thick nipples with both hands, and Mikyung ajumma couldn't even finish her sentence before letting out a moan.
"How's ajumma's favorite massive cock feel? Your cunt's squeezing it so tight—looks like you're loving it, huh? Heh."
"You crazy bast—hngh!!"
Ajumma tried to snap back at my degrading words, but my cock slamming her cervix and Seonwoo's hands yanking her nipples upward cut her off again.
"Ajumma, this is your last chance. If you wanna try talking it out with us, we'll stop right now. Otherwise..."
"Fuck off! Hngh~ You think I'd surren—ahh! ...submit to you punks over something like thiiis~?"
Ajumma kicked my final offer to the curb. Hell yeah, negotiating with cock was way better for me anyway. Listening to her talk, though, you’d think me and Seonwoo were some thugs stealing a married woman’s chastity... If you really thought about it, this was basically a form of filial piety for ajumma.
[Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Squish-squish-squish~]
"Hngh! Haah! Hnnngh~"
Anyway, once negotiations broke down, I went at her cunt with the mindset of wrecking it completely, pistoning my hips furiously. Ajumma tried to hold back her moans with her son watching, but the lewd sounds trapped in her mouth finally burst out.
About 10 minutes of shaking my hips like a madman, and my balls started tingling as the urge to cum built up.
"Seonwoo, switch!"
We'd planned ahead: during each two-insertion cycle, only one of us cums. I pulled out before it got worse, calmed down, and called Seonwoo over. We just swapped positions and roles, continuing to ravage ajumma.
I climbed onto her belly, squeezed her tits together, and thrust my cock into that deep cleavage while tormenting her nipples. Seonwoo took his place again at his mom's crotch. Soon, his sunflower-pierced cock speared through ajumma's thick white cunt, marking the second insertion from her own son.
"Mom, the moment I shot my load inside you, we crossed the line anyway. Since it's come to this, if you like it, forget motels—I’ll stuff your cunt like this every day, okay?"
"Hnnngh~ Haah!"
At Seonwoo's erotic confession to his mom, she shook her head side to side like she couldn't allow it. From my perspective—brain pickled by incest—it was a generous, no, the best offer possible. But like my mom, ajumma hadn't overcome societal norms yet.
If that was the case, just drown her in pleasure so overwhelming she'd forget about prying eyes or morality. Seonwoo might not be confident, but I was.
Seonwoo churned his mom's hot cavern with his sunflower cock, foaming it up white. About 7 minutes in, he yelled "Switch!" We swapped again, ramming our cocks into her cunt hole and deep tit valley respectively.
[Shlurp-shlurp]
"Ajumma, it's not too late. Just say the word, and we can fuck comfortably right now."
"Yeah, Dad doesn't even matter, and Mom's lonely anyway. I'll be your boyfriend."
"Haahng~ No... I can't fuuuck~ my own son, haah!"
'She hasn't broken yet.'
Her cunt was already gushing—not just flowing, but squirting—her body fully accepting us, but her mind was still holding out.
[Slurp, sluuuurp, smack-smack~]
Then I heard sucking sounds from the front. Looking over, Seonwoo had shoved his cock into ajumma's mouth. At first, I'd been careful with titfucks to keep it away from her mouth in case the pissed-off ajumma bit my glans. But Seonwoo figured a pleasure-drenched ajumma wouldn't chomp her son's dick, so he boldly made her suck it.
His hunch was right—she diligently slurped Seonwoo's cock, swallowing every bit of cum, pussy juice, and residue. Seeing her suck her son's dick, her total surrender didn't seem far off.
...
"No... more... hngh... pleeease... really... Mom'll... hnnngh... be your woman..."
Mikyung ajumma—who'd seemed ready to cave any second—held out for a full 3 more hours, true to her haughty personality. Tormented in mouth and cunt simultaneously by me and Seonwoo, squirting endlessly and screaming in ecstasy, she endured until the end. Finally, gasping like she was about to pass out, she surrendered.
Having taken six loads total—three from each of us—ajumma's body was slick everywhere with sweat, our cum, and her own pussy juices, not a dry spot in sight. Just like the wreckage of our savage fuckfest on her, me and Seonwoo—who'd stayed hard the whole three hours, blasting load after load—could barely stand, legs trembling.
Our balls ached from the strain, cocks swollen and numb from excessive friction. Though our bodies were exhausted and sore, we were over the moon thinking about the new mother-son relationship ahead—and the pleasures I'd enjoy in the middle.
Seonwoo's face beamed with achievement and taboo thrill at turning his mom into his woman. Once our shaky legs steadied, we untied ajumma—still covered in fluids and bound to the bed—and took her to the shower.
Warm water cascaded over us, washing away the sticky mess from all three. The cozy warmth relaxed ajumma, her dazed eyes refocusing. Oblivious, me and Seonwoo scrubbed her body everywhere. Suddenly, her hands gripped our balls.
"Ugh!"
"Hngh! Mom..."
Mikyung ajumma stared at us silently, alternating gazes. We cursed ourselves for dropping our guard after her surrender—maybe she'd faked it just for this moment.
With our balls in her grasp, we men could do nothing but await judgment. Finally, she spoke.
"I'm letting you off just this once, got it?"
With that, she released her grip. Me and Seonwoo looked a decade younger in relief. Well, water under the bridge now, and with the mind-blowing pleasure she'd never forget, crushing her son and his hung friend's balls was just a show to scare us anyway.
Clueless at the time, we'd sighed in relief while meticulously washing every inch of ajumma's body.
"Mom, so you being my woman is still on, right?"
"Yeah. But just like you're my man, you gotta cater to me too, got it?"
In their loving mother-son promise, I clearly caught it: the hidden meaning in her words, ajumma demanding Seonwoo submit to her dom side.
'Seonwoo, next time I see you, you'll be slurping ajumma's feet like a good boy.'
...
After the shower, I left the motel first. They had plenty to talk about alone, and me sticking around would cramp their style. We'd meet again soon anyway—either they call me for a threesome by mutual agreement, or ajumma summons me solo, hooked on my cock...
Back home, I ate the dinner Mom prepared and headed to my room for the first time in ages. Mom grabbed me and dragged me to the master bedroom. She yanked off my pants and stroked my cock.
Having blown my wad enough today, my balls were empty—my dick hung limp and floppy even under Mom's touch.
"My son's got a girlfriend now~"
"Huh? Nah, I just met up with a buddy after forever and worked out hard, so I'm beat."
"Can't fool Mom, sweetie~ And this isn't punishment. You're not gonna live with me forever, so you need a partner. Gotta date women for that. I'm actually happy for you?"
Mom was right. Even though we'd evolved into lovers with affectionate sex, we were still fundamentally mother and son. So in our otherwise normal parent-child dynamic outside of fucking, it made sense for Mom to like her son having a girl.
But dumb me fucked up there.
"Really? Well, Mom, I actually met a girl today."
"See? You should date other women besides Mom... But coming home without a drop left for me? Naughty boy~"
In the end, that night Mom relentlessly teased me until my cock hardened, then milked every last drop from my balls.
'Mom said go get a girl... Thought that loving heart would let me off tonight... boo hoo.'