When I Greedily Ate Auntie Min-jung's Flower Pussy Like a Watermelon, a Whale Fountain Squirted All Over My Face
The moment I started greedily devouring Auntie Min-jung's flower pussy the way you'd tear into a watermelon, a whale fountain erupted all over my face.
"You're already gushing like crazy, Ajumma... schlurp...!♥ suck...!♥ sluuurp...!♥ You know your juices exploded the second my cock stood up, right, Ajumma...? schlup...!♥ schlorp..!♥ slurp..!♥ sluuuuurp...!♥"
Geum Tae-yang was, in every sense of the word, a good boy who did exactly as Kim Min-jung told him.
The moment she told him he was allowed to project onto her every filthy desire he'd ever nursed while watching porn, he started spouting dirty talk so blatant it was almost shameless — all while greedily sucking on Kim Min-jung's pussy with that mouth of his.
It was hard to believe this was the same man who, mere moments ago, had been fretting over whether he was even allowed to feel something as pornographic as this toward his beloved MILF, Kim Min-jung.
"Hhaaaahhh...!! Haaahhh...! Hnnnngh...! Hngah...! Haaahhhngh...!"
She writhed. She squirmed. She twisted and thrashed, restless and helpless.
In discipline mode, Kim Min-jung was the picture of composure and matronly grace. Her allure was peerless — no one else came close. That was the woman who had set out to reform Geum Tae-yang's porn-soaked soul. And yet right now she was coming completely undone, pouring out broken, helpless moans like a girl who had no idea what to do with herself.
"Tae-yang is doing that to my...! This sweet, precious boy is doing this to me...! Hhaaaahhh...!!"
That was right. This composed, elegant woman was getting her pussy eaten by the boy she adored.
In roughly ten days the two of them had already had sex nearly a hundred times — and yet Geum Tae-yang had almost never gone down on her. The reason was simple: Kim Min-jung got terribly shy whenever he looked straight at her pussy. In truth, it was hard to deny that one of the reasons she had staged today's little event was precisely to break through that passivity of hers.
"Those full, sweet lips of his, going inside my... the tongue of the boy who used to whisper love to me, looking so raw and filthy...!! Hnnngh...!!! Hhaaaahhh...!!!"
"That precious part of Tae-yang's body, on the place where I pee...! Hnnnnngh...!!"
And then, completely out of nowhere, she was getting her pussy eaten.
It was filthy. A man licking the place a woman peed from — it was pure porn, no less crude than anything she'd ever seen on screen. And yet for Kim Min-jung, the very icon of devotion, it was an act of sex more meaningful and more devastatingly stimulating than anything she had ever known.
That was how her life had always been. Kim Min-jung had endured every ugly thing her partner threw at her. She herself had never been able to show him her own vulnerable places, never even been allowed to hope that someone might hold her. Twenty years of that, and she had come to believe that sacrifice was hers alone — that it was simply her fate, as inescapable as breathing.
But love with Geum Tae-yang was different. His love was communication. When Kim Min-jung diligently sucked the place he peed from, Geum Tae-yang sucked hers right back without a second's hesitation. Through this man, Kim Min-jung was finally experiencing what real love felt like.
"Hhaaaahhh...!! It feels so good...!! Tae-yang, I love it so much when you suck my pussy...! Hnnngh...! Hnnnngh...!!"
And when a woman like Kim Min-jung — love itself made flesh — received that kind of love, she could never simply sit still. She would smash through every limit she thought she had, thrashing and straining to live up to the man in front of her.
Kim Min-jung said the word pussy out loud, raw and bare. A woman whose entire vocabulary of curses had once consisted of nothing worse than "bad boy" was now crying out the name of her own sex in front of a man.
"Haha! Honestly, Ajumma, I've wanted to do this for ages! Lick!♥ Lick!♥ Schlup!♥ Does it feel good, Ajumma? Lap!♥ Lap!♥"
He kneaded. He massaged. He worked her with both hands.
Her effort only made the young male, Geum Tae-yang, even more excited. Both of his hands massaged her groin and the insides of her thighs as he ate her out with relentless enthusiasm.
"Hnnnngh...!! Hhaaangh...!! It feels so good, Tae-yang...!! You sucking Ajumma's pussy... haaahhh...! Licking it for me... hnnnngh...! Hhaaaahhhngh...!!"
Kim Min-jung started using both of her hands too — kneading and squeezing her own enormous breasts. The MILF was fully unleashing the pleasure of the oral worship Geum Tae-yang was giving her.
"Brace yourself, Ajumma. I'm about to drive you completely insane!"
He gripped her hard. Harder.
The sight of Kim Min-jung like this was obscenely erotic. The moment he registered that he was the one who had made her look this way, Geum Tae-yang felt a massive surge of responsibility and exhilaration all at once. And so, like the twenty-one-year-old young male he was, he began expressing those rising emotions without any restraint at all.
Geum Tae-yang seized both cheeks of Kim Min-jung's full-moon ass in his hands and said,
"I'm going to eat you nice and good, Ajumma..."
Then he lifted her slightly.
Lick! Lick! Schlup! Lick! Schlorp! Suck! Schluuup! Sluuurp! Lick! Lap! Lap!
He buried his face completely in Kim Min-jung's pussy and started licking her like a starving man.
Schlorp! Suck! Suuuck! Sluuuurp! Slurp! Schlorp! Hahhp! Schlup! Lap! Lap!
This wasn't licking. This was devouring.
The way Geum Tae-yang held up her ass and frantically suctioned Kim Min-jung's pussy looked exactly like a man tearing into a cold watermelon on a scorching summer day. That was precisely the performance he was putting on — which was why he'd announced in advance that he was going to eat her nice and good.
"Hheeeungh!! Heungh! Hnnnngh!! Haaangh! Hheong! Hnnnnngh!"
Geum Tae-yang ate Kim Min-jung's pussy with pure, cooling satisfaction. In response, Kim Min-jung let out cries of pure, cooling ecstasy. By her own description, the place she peed from was currently being deliciously sampled by the boy she loved.
It was July — high summer. In ordinary times, Kim Min-jung would have bought a watermelon and sliced it up for Geum Tae-yang. The apocalypse had made that impossible. But she had offered him something even more delicious, even more refreshing, than that. And watching the boy she loved properly enjoy the meal she had prepared with all her heart sent both her maternal power and her raw female heat into overdrive, drowning her in extreme pleasure.
She bucked. She bucked. She bucked. She bucked. She bucked.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that even though she was fully aware Geum Tae-yang's face was sealed tight against her pussy, Kim Min-jung started twerking hard against him.
"Hheeongh! Heungh! Heeeungh! Hhaaang! Haaangh! Hheeungh! Haaangh!!"
She bucked and bucked and bucked and bucked and bucked and bucked.
Sluuuurp! Horooroop! Schlup! Schluuup! Suck! Lap! Lap! Churp! Churp! Churrrp!
He kneaded. He squeezed. He groped. He kneaded. He squeezed.
Kim Min-jung had surrendered her entire body to Geum Tae-yang and put every raw, shameless inch of herself on display. Geum Tae-yang, for his part, matched her twerking with almost unnerving skill, sucking the beloved woman's pussy with obsessive precision. And to stoke her lust and pleasure even higher, he madly kneaded both cheeks of her ass.
And so the combined efforts of these two beastlike lovers reached their climax.
"Hnnnnnngh!! Haaangh!! Hhaaaahhhngh!!"
Pshhhhhhht!!♥ Pshht!♥ Pshhhhhhht!♥ Brrrrrt!♥ Pshhhhhht!♥
Kim Min-jung's thick shiofuki erupted like a fountain.
Pshhhhhht!♥ Brrrrrt!♥ Pshhhhht!♥
She bucked. She bucked. She bucked. She bucked.
It was an explosive shiofuki. The vaginal contractions that came with it were so violent that her lower body jerked and spasmed out of control.
"Hhaaaahhh!! Haaahhh!! Hhaaaaaahhh!!"
Just a moment ago she had been kneading her own breasts, thoroughly enjoying her pleasure — and then, at the peak of climax, Kim Min-jung suddenly covered her face in shame.
Brrrrt!♥ Brrt!♥ Pshht!♥ Brrrrrt!♥
"So good... Ajumma's shiofuki feels so damn good... Squirt more... more of it, all over my face..."
Because the boy she loved, Geum Tae-yang, still had his face pressed to her pussy. He made no effort to dodge Kim Min-jung's shiofuki. On the contrary — he deliberately positioned himself so she could spray her filthy fluids all over his face. Truly, Geum Tae-yang was a shameless young male.
"......"
One in the morning.
At this hour, Park A-young would normally have been glued to the main computer, either hacking Park Do-chul's treasure chest or working through the Kim Man-bok phone hack Geum Tae-yang had asked for. Right now, though, she was lying on the bed installed in the main control room.
She fiddled. She tapped. She scrolled.
She didn't look like someone trying to sleep. A phone was in her hand, and she kept working it with restless fingers.
"Park A-young is my girlfriend!"
A low, recorded voice was playing from the phone. Geum Tae-yang's voice.
Park A-young was listening, over and over, to the recording of him she'd captured earlier that day during the argument with the building tenants.
"Don't you bastards talk shit about Park A-young when you don't know a damn thing! She's delicate as hell and a ridiculously good person!"
She had even edited it at some point. Only Geum Tae-yang's voice came out of her phone now. She had cut every interruption from the tenants and cleaned the audio so his voice came through clear, free of noise.
"......"
"I took Park A-young's virginity, so back the hell off!!!!"
Park A-young listened, and listened, and kept listening.
"Hah... He likes my mom, so why the hell is he defending me like this..."
She had been used to it since she was little — used to other people's prejudices, used to catching stray fire from the messes her father left behind. What she was not used to was being defended this openly, this rawly.
When Park A-young was a little kid, her mother Kim Min-jung had never been present at the scenes where people tore into her. So she had endured alone. After puberty, she had become such a cold, untouchable ice princess that no one dared insult her to her face. Then the apocalypse hit, and suddenly the attacks came for real. Geum Tae-yang had stepped in himself and defended her with his whole body.
"Well... a crush is fine, right...? Just because Mom and Tae-yang are together doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have a crush..."
Park A-young had known for a long time that Geum Tae-yang liked Kim Min-jung. That was why, in the end, she had wanted to stay by his side the way you stay beside a friend you can't cut loose no matter how much of a pain they are. Even if she couldn't be with him, she had wanted to become the moon that simply orbited the Earth. Maybe the crude sex jokes and the way she had shown him her body had been over-the-top precisely because she had already made up her mind to settle for that.
But now that Geum Tae-yang had genuinely wrapped her in his protection, she no longer wanted to smother the tender feelings she had kept buried for ten years. The fragile heart of twenty-one-year-old virgin Park A-young was putting out new shoots, soft as a sprout.
"Hooooh... How's this, Ajumma...? Is this about the right length for the hair...?"
Scraaape... Scraaape...
And at that same hour, the man she was nursing a crush on was shaving Kim Min-jung's pussy hair with a razor — her mother, Kim Min-jung.