Full Erection Mid-Milking — Sultry MILF Auntie Min-jung Seizes the Massive Cock
"Th-that's right... Go ahead and milk me, Tae-yang..."
With tearful eyes swimming in forbidden thrill, Kim Min-jung granted Geum Tae-yang permission to milk her breasts.
"If it hurts at all, just tell me, Auntie..."
Still watching Kim Min-jung keep her eyes shut and her face turned aside, Geum Tae-yang delivered what amounted to a final notice.
Then he squeezed her 75J udders.
Squeeeeeze...!
SPURRRRRRT!!!!
A powerful jet of breast milk burst from Kim Min-jung's nipples, hissing and roaring as it filled the water bottle clutched in Geum Tae-yang's right hand.
THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!!!!
"Hnnngh... Hnnnph...!"
Still eyes closed, Kim Min-jung bit down hard on her lower lip the instant those lewd sounds reached her. Through her pretty little nostrils she kept pouring out moans thick with guilt and pleasure.
Spectacular!!! Absolutely spectacular!! This is pure spectacle, holy shit!!!!
Watching the whole sequence unfold, Geum Tae-yang went past mere admiration into pure awe — he was trembling with it. Of course he had been staring at the forceful streams of her milk the entire time, and he had seen every tiny flicker of shame that crossed her face with each squeeze. But the spectacle now blazing through his consciousness was something synesthetic.
The moment his hands crushed those impossibly voluminous udders, he felt the milk start in the mammary glands of her 75J breasts, race down the ducts, and erupt from her nipples in thick white jets. It filled the bottle with a wet, percussive noise — and at the same time her breasts, briefly collapsed into a lewd, deflated shape, sprang right back to form and swelled again with fresh milk, flaunting themselves all over again.
Sight, touch, sound, and imagination — every sense a human being could claim was being hammered by the milking of Kim Min-jung.
What the hell... why are Tae-yang's hands so huge... I've never felt anything like this... I'm going crazy...
Kim Min-jung was drowning in the same catharsis. At 189 cm, Geum Tae-yang's hands were enormous — he could palm a basketball like it was nothing. Even her absurdly massive 75J breasts fit into a single stable grip, and then he simply squeezed. Stability and raw force, two extremes at once, and she melted into pure release.
Auntie's skin is unreal... nothing like those little brushes when we linked arms... how is this even human skin... she's an angel, an actual angel...
And this scent — people say breast milk smells fishy, but there's nothing fishy about it. Her sweat alone is so good it's driving me insane...
Squeeeze...! Squeeeze...! Squeeze...!
Kim Min-jung's body could never be explained by curves and volume alone. It was a body armored in texture and fragrance of impossible quality — a physical harmony forged by elite genetics — and Geum Tae-yang was greedily devouring every last bit of that charm. Three days of accumulated milk kept gushing out in endless streams, so he could lose himself completely without the nagging fear that it might suddenly run dry.
Tae-yang is working so hard... I shouldn't be turning my head away all shy like this...
The long stretch of time was pure happiness for Geum Tae-yang, but Kim Min-jung's perspective was different. She believed she was putting him through trouble. He was milking her with every ounce of heat and sincerity he had.
Khhnnngh!! Kill me...! Auntie Min-jung's udders are fucking incredible!!!!
Of course they were. The harder he worked, the more completely he could feel her breasts.
Look at the sweat on Tae-yang's hands... my stupid huge tits are making him suffer so much...
He had been squeezing so frantically that heat rose through his whole body, and his right hand — the one locked around her breast — was slick with sweat. But with her eyes closed, Kim Min-jung could not see the wild expression on his face. So she simply assumed the sweat in his grip was the sweat of hard labor.
Alright... even if it's embarrassing, I should look at Tae-yang's face... look at him and soothe him the way a loving auntie who cherishes him should...
The boy she loved was struggling. A maternal MILF like Kim Min-jung could never accept that arrangement. She steeled her resolve and decided to share this moment with him fully.
"O-our Tae-yang is really good at this, isn't he...? I should have left it to you from the start..."
At last she looked at the man milking her and encouraged him with a soft smile.
"Haha...! I'm getting pretty used to it, Auntie! You're doing a bit better now too, right? Thank god~"
Madness still filled Geum Tae-yang's eyes, but the moment he felt her open them and turn her gaze toward him, he forced on a smile thick with artificial cheer. Because it was artificial, the lie could never last.
"....."
The undeniable proof of that lie was right there in front of her, and Kim Min-jung saw it. Her eyes went round. Her brain simply stopped.
"Huh? What is it? What's wrong, Auntie? Does it hurt? Should I switch to the left one for now?"
Caught off guard by her expression, Geum Tae-yang tilted his head and started thinking of ways to take care of her.
"Hmm... why is she looking like that...?"
Then he realized her gaze was locked on one specific place. He turned his head to follow it.
It was his crotch.
KHHHRAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
Looking down at himself, Geum Tae-yang nearly had a heart attack.
Fuck, when the hell did this thing get this hard!!!!!!
Lost in the elite-genetics udders of Kim Min-jung, he had gone fully erect. He was wearing training pants, kneeling with his hips slightly raised — and in that position he was now brazenly displaying his 26-centimeter fully erect monstrosity to the tender auntie right in front of him. He had been so completely drunk on her body that he had not even noticed the massive slab of flesh transforming so dramatically.
It's hard, isn't it...? That's our Tae-yang's cock, right...? Not his leg...?
Honestly, Kim Min-jung was a MILF and a married woman. A simple erection alone should not have frozen her brain for this long. The reason her reaction was so violent was that something far too enormous for even a married woman to process had just appeared right in front of her eyes.
She had seen the half-hard tent in his pants before. But the difference between flaccid and full erection on Geum Tae-yang's absurdly elastic cock was a full 9.5 centimeters — so what she was confronting now felt like an entirely different object.
That's right... our Tae-yang got hard... that endlessly gentle Tae-yang of ours... the one who acts so endlessly cute in front of me, just like a son...
The core of it was that the one who had gotten hard was Geum Tae-yang. In her heart he was still that lovable child — even at 189 cm and 105 kg she had always seen him as a boy she could hold in her arms. And now that boy was flaunting the full force of a grown man at her.
"Hwaaaaaah!!! Auntie!!! This is, I mean!!!!"
He jerked back. Step. Step. Step.
Grown man or not, pure panic was pure panic. The same Geum Tae-yang who had been so eager to look after her a second ago recoiled in shock, shoving his hips backward and retreating a half-step.
"It's okay, Tae-yang!!!"
Kim Min-jung's voice snapped firm. She shot out her right hand and seized his right wrist, stopping his retreat cold.
"Uwaah!! Auntie!!"
Caught by the wrist and unable to back away, Geum Tae-yang twisted his body sideways and writhed, trying desperately to hide the erect tent.
"It's okay, Tae-yang... you don't have to be embarrassed..."
She brought her other hand into play. Her left hand locked onto his knee.
"Auntie can understand every side of you... I mean it..."
Then she whispered the kind of magic only a captivating MILF could use.
"No, Auntie...!!! This is...! This is just...!!!"
He thrashed. Thrashed. Thrashed.
His panic was worse than she expected. Kim Min-jung was clearly murmuring warm words, but those words never even seemed to reach his eardrums, let alone his brain. Looking at it, it made sense. If the thing had been merely large, embarrassment might have been the end of it. But even to Geum Tae-yang himself, the cock standing at attention looked like some kind of horse dick — so of course he had gone into full panic. He flailed, trying to shake free of the hands that had seized his arm and knee.
"Listen to Auntie! Was our Tae-yang the kind of boy who tries to shake off Auntie's hands like this?"
In that instant, Kim Min-jung's formidable charisma flared. A woman of supreme maternal instinct, the moment she sensed that the boy she wanted to hold was in crisis, she transformed into a strong woman and took fierce command.
"N-no, that's not it, Auntie..."
The charisma of a woman he loved was a mysterious thing. Ordinary charisma crushed the other person under its weight — but the charisma Kim Min-jung was radiating right now somehow made Geum Tae-yang feel steadier instead. Little by little his panic eased, and the thrashing stopped.
"There's nothing to panic about, Tae-yang... it's only natural... you're touching the breasts of a woman who's sitting here naked... and there's breast milk on top of that... for a man, this is an overwhelmingly stimulating situation..."
"Setting aside whatever is between you and Auntie, for a healthy young man like you, this is the only reaction that makes sense..."
Once he had settled back into a docile lamb, Kim Min-jung switched to a gentler charisma and handled him with care. The lead of a sultry MILF — she showed him the image of a woman who would consider and embrace the male who had wandered deep into her territory.
"B-but still... showing Auntie something like this..."
The effect of that soft charisma was that Geum Tae-yang finally cracked open a little of his mortified inner self. He was confessing how unbearably ashamed he felt to have pitched a tent this massive in front of the tender next-door auntie he adored.
"Hmm...? What's so wrong about this look...? What exactly is strange about it...?"
The moment he started showing his true feelings, the 42-year-old sultry MILF who had already raised a wild filly named Park A-young put on a sly, knowing expression and soothed the crumpled Geum Tae-yang.
"Is it this little guy you're talking about, Tae-yang...? Showing this little guy to Auntie is that embarrassing...?"
And Kim Min-jung was never a woman who practiced comfort with words alone. She always had to connect it to action, to let her explosive maternal love show, or she could not be satisfied. The left hand that had been gripping his knee slid, almost casually, somewhere else.
"Hmm... Auntie just doesn't understand...? What exactly did this little guy do wrong...?"
Grab...!!!
That somewhere else was the peak of Geum Tae-yang's erect tent. She stretched out her left hand and seized the highest, most prominent point of the tent that had risen so dramatically. Her grip was warm — and at the same time just a little bit bold.
"Khhnnnnngh!!! Hah!! Auntie...!!!!!"
Still half-crouched, Geum Tae-yang's head snapped back like a drawn bow. He howled as if he had already reached climax.