Secret Lesson VII
Starring : Male oc x Kwon Eunbi.
Warning : This story theme was contains heavy incest, Mother-Son sex, titjob, taboo romantic.
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You always feel that you're messing things up.
The day before your sister's birthday, you intend to give her a surprise gift. Because you don't have money, you was doing part time job to buy gifts for Karina. But you get sick and are rushed to the hospital.
Since then, Karina has kept her distance from you.
Not only Karina, your mother has also changed. In your eyes, Eunbi was like a mother figure in general at that time, but when you were hospitalized, you saw fear on her face. She turn out to be obsessed with you, doing anything to make you happy.
It's mean anything.
***
"Karina decided to live independently, renting a place to live with her friend, Ningning", Eunbi said in front of the three of you at breakfast.
The spoon clattered against your bowl, frozen halfway to your lips as Eunbi's announcement hung in the air like a bad smell. Your father blinked owlishly over his newspaper, the steam from his coffee curling around his furrowed brow.
"Wait—Karina's moving out today?" He lowered the paper slowly, ink smudging his fingertips. "Why the sudden rush? Shouldn't we at least discuss—"
"Karina told me that her campus activities were tied up recently ," Eunbi replied, her voice smoother.
"Don't worry honey," she added, reaching across the table to pat your father's hand with a tenderness that made your stomach twist, "our Karina is grown up now.”
Your father's newspaper rustled as he folded it with exaggerated care, his wedding ring clicking against the coffee cup.
"I have work out of town for two days," he announced, eyes darting between you and Eunbi like a man calculating escape routes.
The forced cheer in his voice made your molars ache. "I hope you take good care of the house, Honey. And you, kiddo—" His calloused palm landed on your shoulder with the weight of a sandbag "—don't worry. Dad will bring back a gift."
Eunbi's smile stretched taut as piano wire. "Of course," she purred, fingers tracing the rim of her juice glass in slow circles,"We'll be just fine."
You keep silent. No respon like you're on your own world.
Eunbi's fingers trembled against the porcelain sink as she watched your father's car disappear down the driveway, taillights blurring through the kitchen window's condensation. The house exhaled around her—creaking pipes settling, the refrigerator humming to life—but all she heard was the hammering of her own pulse between her thighs.
This wasn't supposed to happen again.
The agreement had been clear: instructional demonstrations only, a mother's duty to educate her son.
No lingering touches.
No breathless whispers against his collarbone.
Certainly no nights spent replaying the way his fingers had mimicked her movements with terrifying precision.
Yet here she stood, pressing her thighs together as the memory of your hands on Yujin replayed behind her eyelids—the way your hips had pistoned forward with that same primal rhythm she'd taught you.
Her nipples tightened beneath the thin silk of her blouse, the fabric suddenly abrasive against oversensitive skin. The rational part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, that mothers didn't lick their lips imagining their son's taste, didn't press trembling fingers between their legs while recalling how full you'd looked buried inside—
***
The front door clicked shut behind you with finality, the sound swallowed by the empty house. You didn't call out—no "I'm home," no footsteps padding to the kitchen to raid the fridge like normal days. Just the squeak of your sneakers on polished floors as you beelined for the sanctuary of your room, backpack straps cutting into your shoulders with every step.
The PlayStation controller lay abandoned on your desk, its buttons crusted with Cheeto dust from happier afternoons. Now you just sat cross-legged on the rumpled sheets, palms pressed hard against your closed eyelids until kaleidoscope patterns bloomed in the darkness.
Three days.
Seventy-two hours of Yujin's empty desk in homeroom, her usual seat vacant in the cafeteria, no texts lighting up your lock screen—just that goddamn video looping behind your eyelids every time you blinked.
A floorboard creaked outside your door.
You didn't move—just inhaled the stale scent of sweat and old takeout boxes, counting the footsteps.
Too light to be your father, too hesitant to be Karina.
The knob turned with agonizing slowness, revealing Eunbi's silhouette backlit by the hallway sconces. Her silk robe clung to the dip of her waist where the belt hung loose, one hand gripping the doorframe like she might collapse without it.
Eunbi perched on the edge of your bed with the cautious grace of a bird alighting on a trembling branch, her silk robe whispering against the sheets. The scent of her jasmine perfume clashed with the stale air of your room—too sweet, too maternal, too wrong for the images still burning behind your eyelids.
"What's wrong with you, Baby?" Her fingers hovered near your knee but didn't touch. The worry in her voice was polished smooth, like a river stone worn down by years of practiced concern.
"Just tired, Mom," you muttered, dragging your palms down your face hard enough to leave pink streaks on your cheeks.
The lie tasted like old pennies on your tongue—too familiar, too easy.
Eunbi's hand froze halfway to your shoulder, fingers curling inward like petals recoiling from frost.
"Just tell mommy, baby," she murmured, voice honey-thick with concern—the same tone she'd used when bandaging skinned knees years ago,"It's okay!"
"No, Mom. I'm fi—" Your breath hitched wetly, the lie fracturing as your fingers dug into your scalp hard enough to hurt, "I'm so...".
The sob tore free before you could swallow it, shoulders hunching forward as your palms pressed harder against your leaking eyes. Hot tears seeped between your fingers, dripping onto the wrinkled sheets below in dark splotches that spread like oil stains.
Eunbi's arms encircled you with practiced maternal ease, her fingers splaying across the tense ridges of your spine in slow, rhythmic strokes.
"Shh...it's okay, baby," she cooed, the words vibrating against the crown of your head where your face pressed into the hollow of her throat.
But the hand kneading your shoulder blades wasn't soothing—it was possessive, fingertips digging into muscle with calculated pressure that bordered on pain. Her nails scraped upward through your shirt fabric just hard enough to raise goosebumps, the touch oscillating between comfort and punishment like she couldn't decide whether to console you or shake you senseless.
The words slithered out of her mouth like something oily, the forced gentleness straining at the edges. "Just spill everything, baby."
Her fingers traced the ridge of your collarbone through your shirt—a gesture that should have been comforting, if not for the way her nails lingered just a little too long against your pulse point.
Your teeth sank into your lower lip hard enough to taste copper, the hesitation stretching seconds too long before the words tumbled out in a rushed whisper: "What do you think about Yujin, Mom?”
Eunbi's fingers lingered on her chin, the pad of her thumb brushing absently against her lower lip—a gesture you'd seen a thousand times before, but now it sent an inexplicable prickle down your spine.
"Hmm..." The sound vibrated low in her throat as she tilted her head, "She looks like a good girl. Cheerful. Makes the atmosphere more colorful."
Her eyes turned into a serious gaze,"Don't tell me you two have a problem.”
You exhaled through your nose, fingers kneading the worn fabric of your sweatpants. "Actually, I guess... Yujin isn't the girl you thought she was, Mom."
"What do you mean?" Her voice was calm—too calm, the kind of measured tone psychiatrists use before asking about homicidal thoughts.
You closed your eyes, the pixelated memory of that video flickering behind your eyelids—Yujin's sweat-slicked back arching beneath someone else's hands, the familiar face made your stomach twist.
"Yujin... She... Cheated behind my back with someone I know," you said, the words like shards of glass in your throat.
After hearing it, Eunbi's fingers twitched against her thigh—once, twice—before curling into a tight fist, her manicured nails biting into her palm hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the flesh. The smile she forced onto her lips didn't reach her eyes, which burned with a terrifying stillness, like gasoline pooling before ignition.
"I'm a loser, Mom," you choked out, the words ragged as your fingers twisted in her silk robe.
"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?" Your forehead pressed against her collarbone, the heat of your tears soaking through the thin fabric as your shoulders shook with silent sobs.
Eunbi's arms tightened around you, her fingers splaying across the back of your skull like she could physically hold the pieces of you together.
"Shh...calm down, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against the shell of your ear.
Her voice was syrup-thick with something darker beneath—not just comfort, but possession,"Yujin doesn't deserve your love", Her palm slid down your spine, the pressure just shy of painful.
"There will definitely be someone who loves you sincerely.”
The voice cracked like dry kindling, the words scraping your throat raw. "No, Mom—no one will love me sincerely."
You pressed your forehead harder against Eunbi's collarbone, the sharp scent of her perfume mixing with the salt of your tears.
"They'll only hurt me", A shudder ran through you, fingers twisting tighter in her silk robe until the fabric strained,"I'm afraid of love now, Mom. It hurts too much.”
Eunbi's pulse roared in her ears like a freight train, her fingers tightening in your hair until the roots burned. The scent of your tears—salty and young and unmistakably hers—flooded her nostrils, drowning out the last whispers of reason. Somewhere between your shuddering exhale and the way your fingers twisted in her robe, the thought crystallized with terrifying clarity: If Yujin could take from you so carelessly, then why shouldn't she claim what was rightfully—
"Then let Mommy love you, baby.”
The silence stretched between you like a live wire—charged and quivering. Eunbi's breath hitched when your fingers didn't immediately release her robe, her shoulders tensing beneath the thin silk as if bracing for impact. Regret pooled in her eyes even before she moved, liquid and unmistakable.
"Ah—forget I—" The words died in her throat as she stood abruptly, silk whispering against silk in a frantic rustle. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood as she turned toward the door, one hand already reaching for the knob when your arms encircled her waist from behind.
Eunbi froze mid-step, her silk robe whispering against itself as your arms locked around her waist. You felt the hitch in her breath, the way her muscles tensed like a cornered animal before slowly, tremulously relaxing.
"Really?" Your voice cracked like dry earth, the words barely audible against the small of her back. "May I love you, Mom?”
Eunbi turned with the slow inevitability of a sinking ship, her silk robe whispering open as she pressed herself against you. Her lips met yours not with the hesitant curiosity of before, but with the crushing certainty of someone drowning—her fingers tangling in your hair hard enough to hurt, her breath shuddering against your cheek as she poured every broken promise into that kiss.
You froze—not from hesitation, but from the sheer *wrongness* of how right it felt. When her teeth grazed your lower lip, you gasped into her mouth, your hands finding her waist through the silk as she arched against you with a whimper that vibrated through your chest.
Eunbi pulled back from the kiss with a wet sound, her lips swollen and glistening under the dim bedroom light. Her fingers lingered on your jaw, tracing the stubble there as her smile curved into something dangerous—like a knife balanced on its edge. "Do you know the answer?" she whispered, breath warm against your damp mouth.
Her hands moved to the sash of her silk robe, fingers working the knot with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered open, pooling at her feet in a liquid heap. Moonlight painted her bare skin in silver—the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips that had birthed you. Your breath caught at the obscenity of it, the way her nipples hardened under your gaze as if she knew exactly where your eyes lingered.
Your own clothes felt suddenly suffocating. Eunbi stepped closer, her fingers making quick work of your shirt buttons, each one popping free with a soft sound that echoed louder than gunfire in the silence. When her palms flattened against your chest, pushing the fabric off your shoulders, her nails scraped lightly over your skin—a mother's touch turned into a lover's claim.
The air thickened like syrup in your lungs as Eunbi stepped fully into the moonlight, her body a sinuous silhouette against the pale glow. Every curve—the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips that had once cradled your infant form—now carved shadows across the floorboards.
"Wuah... Your body is so beautiful, Mom," you breathed, the words escaping in a rush of humid air against her collarbone.
Eunbi's chuckle vibrated through your chest where she pressed against you, fingers trailing down your sternum with deliberate slowness.
"Isn't this the first time you've seen me naked, baby?" Her voice dipped into a register you'd never heard—husky and ripe with something that made your pulse stutter.
The words tumbled out before you could stop them—raw and unfiltered, dripping with a hunger that should've made you recoil. "Yeah, but the longer I look at your body like wine, Mom," you chuckled, your voice roughened by desire, "the more intoxicating it becomes."
Eunbi's breath hitched audibly, her blush spreading from her cheeks down to her collarbones in a rosy wave that followed the path of your gaze.
Eunbi's lips curled into a smirk that didn't belong on a mother's face—too wicked, too knowing.
"It turns out my son is smart to praise now," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed approval as her knees hit the hardwood floor with a soft thud.
Her fingers wrapped around the base of your shaft with clinical precision at first, like she was checking for fever rather than coaxing pleasure. But then her thumb swiped across the leaking slit, gathering the bead of precum with the same absentminded care she'd once used to wipe jam from your childhood chin..
"Because you're such a good boy," she cooed, blowing gently across the wetness she'd just spread, "Mommy will give you a reward."
You whimpered when she pursed her lips and exhaled another cooling stream of air across your glistening tip, the sensation so light it bordered on cruel.
Eunbi's saliva hit your cock with an audible splat, the warm wetness trailing down your shaft before her fingers caught it in a tight ring.
"You're so cute when whimpering, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with something darker than maternal pride. Another glob of spit followed—then another—until your entire length glistened under the dim bedroom light, slick with her saliva and the precum beading at your tip.
Her strokes gained speed with brutal efficiency, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the room as her fist pistoned up and down. You could feel every ridge of her fingerprints, every callous from years of cooking and cleaning—but now those hands were wrapped around your cock with a grip that bordered on painful. Her thumb swiped over the swollen head on each upstroke, smearing your own fluid back down in a lewd parody of lotion.
The moan tore from your throat as Eunbi's lips sealed around your cockhead, the wet heat of her mouth swallowing you whole.
"Urgh...Mom, oh fuck—" The words shattered into a gasp as she bobbed forward, her nose pressing into your lower abdomen with each deepthroat that sent stars exploding behind your eyelids. Strings of saliva stretched between her swollen lips each time she pulled back, glistening under the bedroom light like spider silk before snapping against your shaft.
A blissful expression settled over her features, the kind you'd only seen during her rare unguarded moments—eyes half-lidded, lips parted around your girth, the very picture of debauched serenity.
The room filled with wet, rhythmic sounds—Eunbi's lips slurping obscenely around your cock as she worked you with a hunger that bordered on feral. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips, pooling on the hardwood floor beneath her knees in glistening strings that refused to break.
Eunbi pulled away with a wet pop, strands of saliva and precum stretching between her lips and your twitching cock before snapping. She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing the glistening mess over her chin as she looked up at you through her eyelashes—an expression you'd never seen on your mother's face before.
"Did you like your mom's mouth pleasing you, my dear?" Her voice was hoarse, the words vibrating with something dark and syrupy that pooled low in your belly.
"Yeah, Mom," you gasped, fingers tangling in her disheveled hair without thinking, "your mouth felt incredible."
Eunbi's lips curled into a smirk that didn't belong on any mother's face—too knowing, too wicked.
"Good," she purred, pressing her palms against the undersides of her breasts with theatrical exaggeration, "because you're going to love this too."
The moment your slick cockhead touched the warm valley between them, her body remembered the motion before her mind caught up—years of adjusting bra straps translating into the perfect upward squeeze of flesh against your shaft.
The first drag was obscenely wet, your precum mixing with her saliva as her breasts swallowed you whole.
"Aurgh—Mom—" The sound ripped from your throat like a wounded animal's cry as she established a rhythm, each upward roll of her tits forcing another bead of fluid from your slit.
Her nipples—harder than you'd ever seen them—brushed against the throbbing veins along your length with every pass, the contrast of softness and roughness sending electric jolts down your spine.
The lewd squelch of flesh against flesh filled the room as she tightened her cleavage around you, her thumbs pressing into the soft undersides to create perfect resistance.
"Does my son like his own mother giving a titjob like—" her voice dropped to a whisper, husky with something that shouldn't exist between parent and child, "this?”
Yes Mom, your son likes it, *really* likes it," you gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Eunbi's grin widened into something feral as she watched the flushed head of your cock emerge from her slick cleavage, glistening with a mix of her saliva and your precum. Without warning, her tongue darted out—just the very tip—to flick against your hypersensitive slit in a quick, teasing lick that sent jolts of electricity down your spine.
"Then what about this ?" she murmured, her breath hot against the wetness she'd just spread across your tip.
"Urgh... Mom—" Your hips jerked forward involuntarily, the sound ripping from your throat as her tongue swirled around the swollen crown with slow, deliberate circles, "I like it, your tits and tongue... so amazing..."
The room dissolved into a symphony of wet, obscene noises—the slick schlick of skin against swollen flesh, the broken moans torn from your throat each time Eunbi's tongue flicked across your weeping slit. Her breasts tightened around your shaft with practiced rhythm, the softness yielding just enough to make the friction maddening without relief. A string of saliva and precum stretched between her lips and your cockhead, glistening in the dim light before snapping as she increased the pace, her breath coming in ragged little pants that warmed the slickness coating your length.
"Mom—fuck—I can't—" The words dissolved into a guttural groan as Eunbi's tongue lapped at the underside of your crown, her lips forming a tight 'O' around the tip while her hands kneaded her own flesh harder.
Eunbi's smirk widened into something feral as she felt your cock twitch violently between her breasts—her nipples brushing against the throbbing veins with each upward roll.
"Do it," she breathed, her voice thick with want, "paint your mother's face with your white load." Her fingers dug into the undersides of her tits, squeezing tighter just as your hips jerked forward uncontrollably.
The first spurt hit her chin with a wet splat, pearly white against her flushed skin. Your broken moan filled the room as the second shot landed across her parted lips—Eunbi's tongue darting out instinctively to catch the salty droplets, her eyes fluttering shut as she swallowed with a soft hum of approval. The third pulse streaked across her left breast, glazing the stiff peak in viscous strands that dripped slowly down the curve.
Eunbi's fingers trailed through the streaks of cum on her chin with the delicate precision of an artist cleaning brushes. She brought them to her lips, tongue flicking out to gather every glistening strand—slow, deliberate, savoring each drop like the last sip of an expensive wine. When her pink tongue swirled around her index finger, her eyes rolled back slightly, a shudder running through her body as she swallowed with an audible gulp.
"Mmh," she murmured, voice thick with something between wonder and greed, "I've never tasted anything this sweet before."
The words curled around your cock like a physical touch, making it twitch against your thigh despite being spent. Her gaze locked onto yours as she licked a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth—the motion obscenely slow, her tongue lingering just a second too long.
Eunbi's fingertips traced idle circles on your bare chest as you lay tangled together, her legs still straddling your hips—the warmth of her skin pressed against yours like a second heartbeat. Her breath hitched when your arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until her sticky cheek rested against your collarbone.
"Is it okay for us to be like this, Mom?" The words left your lips barely above a whisper, raw with hesitation.
"It's okay," she murmured, the words thick with something far darker than maternal comfort, "As long as it can make you happy, your mother is willing to be your love."
The declaration hung between you—a guillotine blade suspended by the thinnest thread of plausible deniability.
"Then what about Dad, Mom?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your fingers tightening reflexively around her waist.
Moonlight caught the sudden tension in her jaw as she turned her face slightly away, shadows pooling in the hollow of her throat where your cum still glistened.
"For now," she murmured, fingertips tracing idle patterns on your chest that felt more like Morse code than affection, "let's keep it a secret from your father. And also your older sister.”
Secret.
You also thought of keeping the dirty secret you had from your mother a secret. And that too.
Eunbi's breath hitched audibly when your half-hard cock twitched against her slick heat, the sensation sending electric jolts up your spine. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips—the kind you'd never seen outside of late-night movies she thought you weren't watching.
"It seems Mommy's little dear baby is hard again," she purred, rolling her hips just enough to smear your precum across her swollen lips.
"Want to try getting into the hole you came out of?”
You nodded.
Eunbi said, "let mommy get a condom first, Baby".
Your grip tightened around Eunbi's wrist before she could pull away, fingertips pressing into the delicate veins beneath her skin hard enough to leave fleeting white marks. "Can we do it without condoms, Mom?" The words came out rougher than you intended, scraped raw from the pit of your stomach.
"We do it raw."
Eunbi's breath stuttered—a wet, fractured sound caught between her teeth. You watched the pulse at her throat leap like a trapped animal, her pupils swallowing the brown of her irises until only black remained. The silence stretched taut between you, filled only by the slick sound of her thighs rubbing together with your cock.
"Well my dear," she murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness, "we will do it raw."
Eunbi's thighs trembled as she spread them wider, her fingers parting slick folds that glistened under the dim bedroom light like petals after rain.
"Here, baby," she breathed, her voice cracking on the last syllable as she guided your cockhead to her entrance—that same warmth that had birthed you now welcoming you back in a way that should've made your skin crawl.
Instead, your hips jerked forward of their own accord, sheathing yourself inside her with one brutal thrust that punched twin moans from your throats—hers high and broken, yours a guttural groan that vibrated through clenched teeth.
The heat was suffocating, her walls fluttering around your length with frantic pulses that felt less like resistance and more like hunger. Eunbi's nails scored down your back as she arched beneath you, her head thrashing against the pillows as her thighs locked around your hips—silk-soft skin pressed flush against yours, damp with sweat and the evidence of her arousal.
"Oh—fuck—" she whimpered, the curse strange on her usually pristine lips, "you're so—ah—so big, my baby boy—”
"Urgh... Mom, inside you are very tight and warm," you groaned shamelessly against her damp neck, hips pistoning with a brutality that made the headboard slam against the wall in time with your thrusts.
Eunbi's thighs trembled around your waist—the same thighs that had cradled your childhood naps now spread obscenely wide to accommodate the cock she'd birthed you with. Her walls pulsed around your length in rhythmic flutters, each contraction milking you deeper as her slick heat threatened to drown your senses.
"Feels like—fuck—like your pussy's sucking me back in."
Eunbi's breath hitched in a wet, fractured gasp when you hooked your arms under her knees, folding her nearly double as you drove into her at a new angle. The change made her shriek—a sound halfway between pain and ecstasy—as her nails scored bloody crescents into your shoulders.
"A-ah! There, right there—" Her plea dissolved into wordless whimpers when you focused your thrusts on that spot, the obscene slap of skin against skin drowning out her broken moans.
Precum dripped from your tip in thick strands, mixing with her arousal until the sheets beneath you were soaked through. You watched, mesmerized, as her stomach visibly bulged with each brutal penetration—the outline of your cock distorting her abdomen in a way that should've repulsed you but only made you pound into her harder.
"Look at that, Mom," you panted, slapping a hand against the rippling flesh, "you can see where I'm fucking you. Your belly's taking me so deep—”
Eunbi's hips bucked wildly beneath you, her body moving with a rhythm that felt both practiced and desperate—as if she'd been imagining this moment long before tonight.
"Aurgh... I'm really a naughty mother," she gasped, her voice cracking mid-sentence as her fingers dug into the sweat-slick skin of your back. Her pupils rolled upward until only the whites showed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as another brutal thrust punched the air from her lungs.
"But I like it—god—I like my son fucking me—" The confession shattered into a wail as you angled your hips just right, hitting a spot that made her entire body seize like she'd been electrocuted.
Her thighs trembled around your waist, the same soft thighs that had cradled you as a child now clamping down with bruising force as she neared her peak. The sight was obscene—her breasts bouncing with each snap of your hips, her nipples stiff and flushed against the pale swell of her flesh. Drool pooled at the corner of her gaping mouth, her usually pristine lips now swollen and glistening from where she'd bitten them raw.
"F-faster—" she begged, the words slurring together as her head thrashed against the pillows. "Please, baby, please—”
The headboard slammed against the wall with each piston-like thrust, the rhythm syncopated by Eunbi's ragged gasps. Her thighs—once soft enough to cradle your childhood tears—now trembled against your hips with bruising force, her calves hooked over your shoulders as her body arched into each penetration.
"Mom, I need to cum," you groaned, the words scraping raw against your throat as her walls fluttered around you like a vice of wet silk.
Eunbi's fingernails scored down your sweat-slicked back, her hips bucking wildly to meet your thrusts. "Together, baby," she panted, her voice shredded beyond recognition, "let's cum together—" The sentence fractured into a scream as you angled upward, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her entire body convulse.
“baby-Urgh…. ”
Eunbi's scream tore through the room like shattered glass—high, broken, utterly ruined—as her back arched off the bed with enough force to lift you both slightly. Her fingers scrambled against the sheets, twisting the fabric into desperate knots while her thighs clamped around your hips hard enough to bruise. You felt it the moment her walls convulsed around you, that vice-like flutter milking your cock in rhythmic pulses that dragged your own climax from you with brutal efficiency.
Hot cum erupted from your tip in thick, ropey spurts that painted her inner walls white—each jet hitting deeper than the last as Eunbi's pussy sucked greedily at your shaft. The sensation was obscene, her body pulling your seed deeper with each contraction as if determined to claim every drop. You could feel the exact moment your cum mixed with her release, the warm slickness flooding around your cock in waves that made your thighs tremble.
"Fuck—Mom—" The curse ripped from your throat raw and unbidden as you bottomed out inside her, hips stuttering through the last violent pulses.
Eunbi's nails scored bloody trails down your back, her entire body shaking through the aftershocks as her womb greedily accepted what belonged there. Her inner muscles continued to flutter around your softening length, milking out the last pearly drops as her thighs quivered against your hips.
The silence that followed was thick as syrup, broken only by the ragged symphony of your breathing—hers high and fluttery like a trapped bird's, yours a guttural rasp that vibrated through clenched teeth. You didn't pull out. Couldn't. Not when her inner walls still pulsed around your softening length in drowsy aftershocks, milking the last pearly drops of your release as if her body feared the separation as much as you did.
Eunbi's thighs trembled where they bracketed your hips—those same pillowy thighs that had cradled your childhood naps now sticky with sweat and other fluids. A strand of saliva stretched between her swollen lips when she exhaled shakily, the bridge snapping as she licked them clean with a slow drag of her tongue that made your spent cock twitch inside her.
"I love you, Mom," you murmured into the damp hollow of her throat, the words tasting foreign yet inevitable—like a secret finally spoken aloud after festering for decades.
Eunbi's fingers carded through your sweat-damp hair with the same absentminded tenderness she'd used when checking your childhood fevers, her nails scratching lightly against your scalp.
"I love you too, my dear," she whispered back, the endearment curling around your spine like a physical touch.
Can it be like this?
Secrets become secrets, without being revealed.
You hope your secrets remain hidden until the other secrets hit you when you find out.
A massage from Karina.
Meet me and I would show what secret hiding after all this time.
TBC.