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sonotpattismith · 3 days ago

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while i'm here writing songs for you

pairing: musician!choso x childhood friend!reader word count: 10.6k content: childhood friends to lovers, everyone knows they're in love except them, jealousy, mentions of virginity loss, dying on the grunge choso hill, lil angst, fluff, smut, 18+ inspired by: bless the telephone by labi siffre

“Hah! Your old man’s gonna kill me.”

Through shut eyes, a freshly eighteen-year-old Choso bit back an amused grin as best he could as to avoid disrupting his uncle’s work against his face.

“Nah, he caught Yuji at a casino this week, so I’m the golden boy for the foreseeable future while he’s grounded.” The boy muttered with a small smirk. He did feel for his little brother, often sneaking into his room with his console to entertain him for at least a short while in the midst of his prison sentence. Still, he had to admit that his timing was impeccable— giving the older sibling the perfect cushion to fall back to when Jin sees what his son had done to celebrate his birthday.

“Shit, yeah, I almost forgot.” Sukuna mumbled with a tickled shake of his head as he gripped at his nephew’s forehead in concentration. “Let the brat know I’ve still got his money whenever my boring ass brother lets him off house arrest.”

“Choso!”

The boy was eternally grateful that his uncle wasn’t as jumpy as he was, the man tightening his grip around his head in preparation for his jolt of surprise at the sudden shout.

“Ohhh, I’d be more scared of your girl than your dad, punk.”

You had burst through the doors of the tattoo parlor like a bat out of hell, your breath heaving slightly with the expended effort of hauling ass all the way over here from the restaurant you worked part time at. After receiving a cryptic picture from your best friend of him sat in his uncle’s tattoo chair with that deceivingly sheepish smile on his face, you could barely concentrate on taking orders correctly the remainder of your shift. Huffing out a sigh, you spotted those familiar, black combat boots hanging off the end of one of the leather seats.

Choso didn’t bother to correct Sukuna’s labeling of you as his girl, as it was proven a wasted effort after years of telling him that wasn’t the case. It also didn’t hurt that the title made his stomach flip excitedly each time he heard it.

“Oh my god.” You gaped once you finally reached the chair he was laid at. Half of the deep burgundy, nearly black mark that was being tattooed across his nose was already finished, and you could already picture the crash out Jin Itadori would have when he laid his eyes on his eldest son.

Cracking one eye open, the birthday boy took in the sight of you, cheeks still red and puffing from the run you took to get to him. Underneath that first layer of shock though, he could see the barely disguised wonder in your eyes as you assessed the situation at hand. Sukuna paused his ministrations to give his nephew a break, and so that you could see the progress.

“What the fuck! Your dad is gonna kill you.” You laughed incredulously, stepping closer to get a better look. Choso was just glad that his face was already tinged red from the irritation of the needle so you wouldn’t notice how he flushed insecurely under your gaze.

It was his main reasoning behind the oddly placed tattoo, actually. Since he was little he could remember his face growing noticeably hot over the tiniest of compliments, looks, or touches. Maybe it was far-fetched, but he hoped the imposing mark across his nose and cheeks would draw the attention away from that little quirk of his. It also didn’t hurt that the stencil looked cool as fuck.

“Not if you’re with me, he won’t.” Choso suggested with a sly, hopeful smile on his face, and you quickly shook your head at him. His face fell into that pout he had mastered to use specifically on you. “C’mon, he’ll take it easy on me if you’re there, please!”

“It was bad enough having to be your human shield when you got your nose pierced, Cho— no way.”

“I’ll let you check my back for blackheads.”

It fell silent for a moment as you contemplated his offer.

“You two are fuckin’ freaks.” Sukuna scoffed in disgust beside you before dragging his nephew’s chin back to face forward to continue working. You winced watching the needle begin to pierce at his already irritated skin, and you found yourself instinctively slipping your hand into his to squeeze it.

“Does it hurt?” You grimaced, leaning a bit closer to watch.

Choso almost said no, because, truthfully, he had gotten used to the pain about half an hour ago, but he took note of the way you clutched at his hand to comfort him. His lips twitched nervously at the feeling as he closed his eyes once again.

“Uh— yeah, kind of.” He mumbled, taking the opportunity to lace his fingers through yours under the guise of having something to squeeze onto when he was in pain. His uncle watched the interaction with a deadpan expression, knowing full well that the kid hadn’t so much as flinched once since he’d sat down. Shaking his head with a quiet tut, he barely tried to conceal his amused smirk.

“What about you, birthday girl, huh? You getting some celebratory ink too?” Sukuna questioned, wiping at the side of Choso’s nose that he’d just filled in. You cringed as you watched the tiniest amount of blood trickle at the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t know, I think Cho took all the balls in this friendship.” You admitted with a defeated smile.

“Don’t be such a wimp.” Your best friend teased with a careful smile as he stretched his lower half against the stiff chair. The black sweater he was wearing rode up a bit, practically commanding the attention of your wandering eyes. There was a barely noticeable trail of dark hair leading down into the band of his joggers, and your lips parted as you tried to recall when the fuck that had happened.

The last couple of months in your friendship with Choso had been… getting a little difficult. You two had been practically joined at the hip since you were six years old and yelled at a group of first graders for not singing happy birthday to him as well after having overheard his dad wishing him a happy birthday that morning during drop off. For a while, the two of you would tell people at school that you were twins even though it was so clearly not the case, but six-year-old you and Cho were sure that you had everyone convinced.

He had always been a bit of an introvert, so you had been the greatest birthday gift he could have ever hoped for. So, the awkward boy stuck to your side from that day on. Wherever one was, the other was never too far behind, and this would now be the twelfth birthday you two would be spending together.

Choso had certainly been… changing though from that lanky little boy who would sniffle and cry each time you two parted for the day (as if you didn’t attend the same school). He had grown taller, his voice had dropped a few octaves, and these days you were finding yourself worrying about the timeline of your best friend’s happy trail. For a while you blamed it on the raging hormones that came along with puberty, but you were eighteen now and weren’t sure how much longer that excuse would hold up in your denial-filled brain.

This was just one more way he was changing, you convinced yourself as you anxiously waited for him to unlock the front door of his house, his nose and cheeks still glistening with the antibiotic ointment Sukuna had slathered onto his fresh tattoo. He would have never had the courage to do something so bold even just a couple years ago. You had to admit though, the odd choice of tattoo did suit him, emphasizing those tired, chocolate eyes of his so nicely.

It was silent in the Itadori house as you two crept in, scanning the area apprehensively with each step you took. You clutched at the back of his shirt, tugging him to lean down as you whispered into his black-studded ear.

“I don’t think anyone’s—”

“Happy birthday you—” Poor, sweet Jin Itadori’s shout of celebration got stuck right in the back of his throat as his eyes fell upon his eldest son, a lit up birthday cake still clutched in his hands. He blinked a few times as though there was possibly just something in his eyes, but the wide-eyed expression of anxiety on the boy’s face gave him away. “What in god’s name did you do to your face? Was this your uncle? Did he tell you this was a good idea because I—”

“It was my idea.” Choso corrected, not-so-subtly attempting to nudge you forward as if you would soften the blow of his father’s wrath, who’s honey eyes fell frantically upon you.

“Did you know about this? Please tell me you two are punking me or something.”

“She didn’t know.” He quickly defended despite the fact that it would have been a lot easier to share the blame. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he attempted a light-hearted smile. “C’mon, don’t I look—”

“You look like you’re about to be stuck working in that tattoo shop with your uncle the rest of your life because no one is going to hire you with that thing!” The man had begun pacing the length of the kitchen with the cake still in tow, shaking his head in disbelief before stopping to gape at his son in horror once again. “You couldn’t have at least waited until after prom? Graduation? All your photos— ruined! Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out—”

“Calm down, it’s not that big a deal— not like I did anything illegal, y’know like sneaking into a casino while underaged.” Choso attempted to distract him with a sheepish smile, stepping forward to take the cake out of his hands lest he really pass out. With his now free hands, Jin was tearing at the roots of his hair as he continued his frantic pacing, mumbling about not reminding him of Yuji’s recent run in with the law. “Besides, I’m not going to prom anyway.”

Now it was your turn to gape at the freshly-tattooed birthday boy.

“You’re not?” You questioned, desperately trying not to sound as dejected as you felt. Though you two had never talked about it, you had just assumed that you’d be going to prom together given all the other important milestone events that you had completed hand in hand. Hell, you had even been putting off an offer from a fellow classmate of yours with the impression that Choso would be asking you to be his date— platonically, of course.

“You’re not?” Jin echoed in horror, finally looking up from where his face had been shoved into his hands. The man didn’t miss the disheartened expression that flashed across your face despite your best efforts to conceal it. “Why not? You’re only a high-schooler once, Choso, don’t be silly.”

Perhaps his nervous convincing was a bit overkill, but damn it how he was tired of watching his clearly love-sick son grow older and older without growing any wits about him on what was going on right under his nose. After hosting years worth of playdates for you two as mere children, to encouraging his son to be a little gentler with you as you began going through those awkward years that plagued every pre-teen girl, all the way to having to watch with barely concealed frustration at the way you two fell into one another’s ebb and flow so gracefully without any semblance of self-awareness— Jin was sure that he was more excited than the actual seniors for prom to come around, eager to force you two into the most obvious of couple’s poses for photos before sending you off for the night.

“Why would I go to prom? You know I hate that kind of stuff.” He explained obviously before turning to see the settling shock lingering on your face. It made him blink a few times, brows furrowing in confusion. “I-I mean, are you going?”

“Um…” You stammered over your words, trying to suppress the flush of embarrassment that you felt creeping up your neck for having assumed that Choso would ask you to prom. He felt his heart in his throat, breath hitching in slight anticipation, because he was sure he wouldn’t have too terrible of a time if it was you he was going with, but the last thing he wanted to do was make things weird by asking you to be his date. “Y-Yeah, I was planning to go. Geto had asked me a few days ago, so—”

“You’re going with Geto?” It felt like his heart had fallen straight through his ass, and it took every inch of restraint in him to not begin banging his head against the dry-wall in a bitter rage, because why did he not think to ask you first? “I didn’t know you two talked like that.”

Jin wasn’t sure how much more of this he could stand to watch before he wrung his son’s neck out. He cleared his throat in an attempt to subtly get Choso’s attention and hopefully send some sort of telepathic communication to him, but he was far too focused on this Geto character that you had mentioned to get his head out of his own ass.

“We don’t really, but… he asked me, and I wanted to go.”

My god, does she have to spell it out for him? Did I fail somewhere along the way as a father that my son turned out such an oblivious hard head? Just ask her— ask her!

“Oh. Well… that’s good, I guess.”

Jin hoped to god that as Choso blew out half the candles on you two’s shared birthday cake that he was wishing for some common sense.

You two did the best you could to shake off the sudden awkwardness following the conversation about prom. At the very least, you two still had to give each other your gifts, so you figured that would cushion the tension. You followed him up the familiar path to his room where you had had Yuji drop off his gift for you so it’d be here when you two got back, biting down an excited smile.

“No way.” Choso gaped just seconds after opening the door. Stepping in to get a closer look, he quickly turned on his heels to stare incredulously at you. “No way— this is too much. I-I can’t take this.”

There leaned upon the side of his bed was a sleek black electric guitar— one he’d been keening over since the acoustic guitar his dad had gotten him damn near nine years ago now had mysteriously snapped at the neck. Okay, maybe it wasn’t so mysterious because you did tell Choso that climbing up onto his shoulders to get the spider that had been terrorizing his ceiling wasn’t a good idea, because sure enough as soon as the wretched thing moved an inch, you jolted back, sending both of you tumbling to the ground with only his poor guitar to break the fall.

“After all the fake flirting I had to do to rack up enough tip money for it? You sure as hell can take it.”

“Please, I can’t—”

“You can, and you will.”

His face was burning with the guilt of how much you had spent on him, but the glimmering shine of the fresh guitar in his peripheral was helping to soften the blow a bit. The boy’s fingers were practically twitching with the anticipation of getting his hands on the thing, but he stopped himself. With a shy smile shot your way, he crouched down to pull out a box that had since been hiding under his bed. You smiled eagerly before sinking down to sit criss-crossed straight across from him, your present filling the small gap left between you.

He laughed affectionately as he watched you struggle to pry the box open, deciding to put you out of your misery after a minute or so and tearing the cardboard apart for you. The first thing that caught your eye was a vinyl record— your favorite album that you had introduced Choso to a few years back. It held a tender spot in both of your hearts for that very reason, and its lead single had consequently been the first song he learned to play on his guitar all those years ago.

Even all these years later he could still feel the sting in his fingers that had yet to callous protectively against the instrument’s strings as he stayed up until the sun rose that next morning trying to perfect each chord so that he could play it for you when you came over. It was choppy at best, what with all the scrapes on his irritated fingers and the lack of sleep, but the dewey eyed look on your face made him feel like he was Jimi fucking Hendrix, only fueling his motivation to get better— to impress you. So, despite how his fingers began to bleed, he played it for you over and over again until you were satisfied.

The sight of the nostalgic album nearly made you tear up pathetially, but you pulled yourself together to beam up at him with all the light of a thousand suns. He flushed under your gaze, quickly looking down to push the box toward you again with a jut of his chin.

“There’s still something in there.”

Tearing your eyes from him, you pushed back the flaps of the box to get a better look, finding a far too expensive looking record player sitting at the bottom of the large box that he’d definitely been begging neighbors to let him clean their car or mow their lawn in order to afford. Gasping softly, an incredulous laugh bubbled up your chest as you shifted onto your knees.

“Cho, this is so cool!” You guffawed, fingers struggling to wrangle the turntable out of the damned box to no avail. Unable to fight back his smile, he moved to brush your hands away and grab it for you, setting it down atop his black comforter. Running your fingers down the glossy box, you looked up at him with raised brows. “You’re gonna come back to my house to help me set it up, right?”

“You putting me to work on my birthday?” He quipped with a smirk as he fell back against the bed, hoisting up his new guitar to rest on his stomach.

“I’ll give you the day.” You caved in mock resignation as you laid beside him, head shifted to observe the way he fiddled with the tuners. “New face tattoo, new guitar— your rockstar look is really coming together.”

“Yeah?”

“For sure— just missing some guyliner.”

His nimble fingers paused against the strings, lips pursing as he peered over at you. It was dead silent as a slow smile spread across your face— because you could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. It was only a mere five minutes later that you found yourself digging your fingers into his jaw to stop him from flinching away each time the eyeliner pencil drew a little too close to his iris.

“Sit still, dude.” You grumbled, stepping closer between his spread legs as he sat impatiently in his desk chair.

Huffing out a sigh, he tried not to squirm at your burning proximity. Your tongue was creeping out the corner of your mouth in concentration, and the hand that had since been on his jaw moved to brush the hair away from his forehead. He could feel the warm puffs of your breath fanning against his face, driving his legs to squirm against the floor, which seemed to be the final straw for your patience.

Choso thought his heart would leap out of his chest when you planted yourself firmly on his lap, your legs hanging over the side of his chair. His arms quickly fell to his sides as though weighed down by bricks, dangling limply as his fingers flexed apprehensively. Gulping anxiously, he tried not to focus on the way the fat of your thighs squished against him.

“Close your eyes, Cho.” You murmured quietly as you began working on his lids. He did so swiftly, eager to not have to worry about where to place his gaze.

“So, um…” The boy cleared his throat, trying desperately to get his mind anywhere else before he created a problem that would be embarrassing for the both of you. “You’re really going to prom with Geto?”

“Mhm.” You hummed simply, chewing on your bottom lip as you smudged the freshly placed liner with the edge of your thumb. Perhaps you should have said more, but you weren’t sure that you trusted your voice if you were to speak right now.

“Do you… I mean are you—”

“Look up for me.”

Cursing himself mentally to just get it the fuck together, he tried again as he did as he was told, warm eyes glancing up at the ceiling.

“I just didn’t know you liked him is all.” He finally got out as his pulse pounded against the fingers you had pressed against his jaw and neck once again. “You’ve always told me about stuff like that.”

With a tickled smile, you leaned back in his lap to narrow your eyes knowingly at him. Upon noting your silence paired with the way you had stopped your work against his eyes, he finally looked back down, and you had to bite back the delighted gasp from seeing the way the smudged, dark liner paired so beautifully with the rest of him, making his already mysteriously dark eyes that much more sultry.

“You’re jealous, Choso!”

“What? N-No, I was just—”

“You are so jealous that I didn’t tell you about Geto.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“You are!”

“Am not!”

He was so jealous, Choso determined as he stared up at his ceiling the dreaded night of prom. His fingers idly strummed at the new guitar that laid across his stomach, trying to get his mind off of the fact that you hadn’t even bothered to send him a picture of your dress. It had always been him that was the first to see your new haircuts, fresh manicures, and imaginative outfits, and it was eating him alive that for the first time in twelve years, another guy was going to get to witness that little spin of display you did each time you wore something you felt particularly pretty in.

It didn’t help that he’d already gotten an earful from his dad when he got home from school that day about the fact that he still hadn’t righted his wrong and asked you instead. Jin must have gone on for at least an hour about what a shame it was that of all the experiences you two had shared, one as important to you as this one would be hand in hand with someone else. For the first time since the start of your long-winded friendship, he was sharing you with someone, and Choso was quickly realizing that he was selfish— and unashamedly so.

The event had already been going on for about two hours now, and he was coming to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t hear from you tonight. The familiar notes of that favorite song of yours that he had learned all those years ago filled his ears as he began absentmindedly plucking at the strings under his fingertips. Ever so slowly, the melody began shifting into one he’d never heard before, taking its own shape as it filled his melancholy room with feelings of you, and how much he’d taken it for granted all those times he had you laying beside him as he toyed with the notes, telling him what sounded nice and what he needed to work on.

The notes suddenly screeched awkwardly as his phone began buzzing in his back pocket, yanking him from his pensive sulking with its imposing tune. Blinking a few times, he frantically tossed his hips up to wrangle his phone out from behind him, the head of his guitar smacking him in the face with the sudden movements.

He shot up out of bed pathetically upon seeing your name lighting up his screen along with a picture he’d taken of the two of you in the mirror a few months ago when you tried to give him red highlights. There was dye nearly everywhere except where it was supposed to be, yet you still beamed up at the mirror despite the red streaks covering your face and arms, gloved hands still tangled into his hair.

Clearing his throat, he quickly swiped to answer the call before it went to voicemail.

“Did someone spike the punch or—”

“Choso?” Your voice sounded hushed, but it still wavered ever-so-slightly against the sound of music blaring in the distance. The smile quickly fell from his face. “Do you think you could… come get me?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. What’s going on?” He was barrelling through his hectic room to find any pair of shoes to shove on, nearly tripping over himself as he hopped toward the front door on one foot.

“Um… nothing, I just… really wanna go home.”

There wasn’t even the tiniest part of him that was convinced, but that would just have to be a conversation for later because there was a timid vulnerability and tremor in your sweet voice that he’d never heard before. Snatching his dad’s keys from the hook by the door, he was requesting your location before racing down the street. There was a slight possibility that he had run more than a few red lights on his way to the hotel that was hosting your school’s prom in the banquet hall. The car had barely come to a stop when he was flinging the door open to rush toward the bench you were sitting at out front.

“What are you doing out here by yourself? Where’s Geto?”

But your eyes were fluttering around you cautiously, scoping the surrounding area with a shake of your head as your best friend pulled you up by your arm.

“Please, can we just go? I don’t—”

“Right— yeah, okay, come on.”

It was silent on the ride home save for your hushed request that he take you back to his house for the night instead. Cautionary side long glances were continuously tossed your way throughout the drive, and you could practically feel the concerned curiosity eating alive at him as your body faced the passenger side door. You were eternally grateful for the fact that the other two residents of the Itadori household had already turned in for the night when you two arrived.

Choso flipped the lights on in his room, carefully inching the door of his room closed so as not to wake anyone up. When he turned, he was finally able to get his first good look at you, and he was absolutely bursting at the seams to know what Geto must have done to fuck up a night with you as his date looking as ethereal as you did standing in the middle of his room.

You were sighing dejectedly as you tugged open his drawers to fish out something to change into, but Choso was still stuck by the door, eyes taking in each detail of your glittering makeup and intricately lined lips.

“You…” His words drifted as you turned your back toward him so he’d undo your zipper. “You look beautiful.”

You paused, head slowly turning to look over your shoulder at him with misty eyes.

“Thanks, Cho.”

Quickly working your zipper down, he turned to face the door as you stepped out of your dress to shrug on a pair of his sweatpants and a crewneck. His leg swayed anxiously while he listened to the gentle rustling of clothes behind him.

“Did… did something happen?”

Upon hearing the subtle creak of his bed as you sank down onto it, he carefully turned around. The bed dipped by your head where he sat himself, and you felt him absentmindedly begin pulling the myriad of pins from your hair. Flushing red, you covered your face with your hands as you recalled how your night had progressed, not caring how you were smudging your makeup against your hands.

“He… he just wanted to have sex with me.”

Choso felt his heart crack at your shaky explanation, the guilt he had been experiencing for not having asked you to prom himself returning tenfold. The bobby pin in his grasp bent between his fingers as he thought about how Geto had ruined what was meant to be a special night for you.

“That guy’s a loser, he’ll probably die a virgin anyway.” He attempted to lighten the mood with a hesitant, breathy laugh, but it died in his throat when you slowly sat up to look at him, your now loose hair falling messily in your face and tears brimming your eyes. His stomach dropped at the mortified expression scrunching up your typically cheerful face, and he gulped down the bile rising in his throat. “Oh.”

A sob racked your body as you moved to curl into a tight ball, your head resting against his tense thighs. His hands hovered over you uncertainly before slowly coming down to brush at the hair invading your face.

“So, you…” He couldn’t even bring himself to say it, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

“I feel like an idiot.” You cried, fisting at his pajama pants. “I stopped him right after he— he put it… in, but—”

“It’s okay.” Choso cut off your embarrassed rambles, pulling you up to wrap you in a tight embrace. He wasn’t sure if he could handle listening to the details. “Did he stop when you asked him to?”

A heavy sigh of relief left him when you nodded against his shoulder. It was silent for a few minutes, your soft cries soaking into the fabric of his tattered, band t-shirt.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered dejectedly, trying desperately to get the image out of his head of you underneath of Geto with your makeup done up so prettily for someone who didn’t deserve it. He thought about how none of it would have happened had he just grown a pair. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to prom. I should’ve taken you, none of this would have—”

“It’s not your fault.” You interrupted, finally lifting your head from where it had burrowed into his neck to look up at him, your lip still trembling as your once pristine makeup smeared down your red cheeks.

As you stared into his dewey, warm eyes, you allowed your thoughts to wander to how your night might have ended had Choso been your date, how you had stopped Geto after the gruelling realization hit you that no hands felt as right against your skin without the gruffness of guitar-string callouses. Your stomach churned nervously, and you laid back down against his lap, unable to face him as the words came tumbling from your lips.

“I wish it would have been you, Cho.”

Choso’s heart sputtered to an abrupt halt— at least that’s what it felt like as your words sunk in. Slowly, he laid back against his pillow, careful not to jostle you in your spot against his thighs. Staring up at the ceiling, his mouth opened and closed a few times.

“Y-You mean as a prom date, right?” The question came out apprehensively, because, deep down, you both already knew the answer. You closed your eyes nonetheless, a final tear slipping down your cheek.

“Yeah, as a prom date.” Your lie came out barely a whisper as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I wish it would’ve been me too. Y’know, your… prom date.”

It was the first time both of you knew that something had shifted in your relationship, though neither of you were brave enough to mention it the next morning when you woke.

That fateful night was two years ago now, and you had had ample time to come to the realization that perhaps you should have been more upfront with him, because Choso was now hundreds of miles away at an arts school with only a telephone keeping you two together.

It had been a difficult conversation with shifting eyes and unnecessarily guilty frowns, but when your best friend had broken the news to you that he’d been accepted into a different university than the one you’d be attending, you couldn’t have been happier that he was pursuing his passion for music. When he dropped the bomb that it was nearly six hours away— that was a tougher pill to swallow.

You two had been doing the best you could though— calling each other every other night and texting in between to make sure to keep up to date on everything university life had to offer you. Still, things would get busy sometimes, what with Choso’s occasional shows that he’d been playing with a local band in his college town, and your downright diabolical class and exam schedule. Things certainly weren’t the same anymore, but you desperately tried to cling onto him.

Additionally, in your absence Choso was reminded of just how much of a clutch you had been for him. He had never been the best at talking to others, relating to the types of casual niceties that seemed to connect people, but he had never had to until now because you had always been just enough for him. Sure, he had warmed up enough to his bandmates, but it was never the same— not when he sat alone in his room at night strumming melodies he only wished he would have played for you earlier when he still had the chance to do something about these things he was feeling.

On your end of the world, it certainly didn’t help that his band had grown a modest following, and it seemed that for the first time, the rest of the world was also beginning to notice Choso.

Choso, the one boys and girls alike used to veer away from in the halls at school because of his terrifyingly blunt, resting bitch face.

Choso, the one who spent the majority of highschool with limbs that seemed too long for his body until he grew into his own.

Choso, the one who, unless you were beside him, often took jokes too literally and ended up embarrassing himself each time he opened his mouth.

Choso, the one who you had stuck beside throughout each awkward phase and experimental hairstyle until he landed on the shag cut that suited him so nicely.

Choso, the one who had been receiving the nastiest of thirst comments under each of his band’s social media posts as the rest of the world caught onto what you had known all along.

And, god, how it stung to scroll through each one, but it was like you couldn’t look away, wondering with each username if he was enjoying all the new attention he was getting. You wondered how far he had leaned into this rockstar persona he had been dreaming of his whole life, if he snuck girls backstage and pocketed their bras as evidence of his conquests.

I mean, the guy had gone damn near his entire life without so much as a second glance from any girl he’d come in contact with— except for you, of course, and you underestimated just how deep his loyalty ran and how much he remembered who it was that had been with him through it all.

So, to hell with every creatively intricate thirst comment under photos that even had you contemplating starting a burner account to appreciate with the masses, none of them mattered despite all the nights you’d spent chewing at your fingernails with thoughts of what he might be up to. Each fan account could burn in hell though— because it was you he called as soon as he’d received the news that his band would be touring, opening for an indie band that you two had actually been fans of for quite some time.

“I wanna fly you out.” Choso insisted breathlessly, still winded from the sheer velocity at which he raced for his phone upon hearing the news. It made your heart stutter, because it had been now going on three years since you last saw him, your schedules never having seemed to line up just right. There were a few times when you had contemplated flying out to surprise him at one of his local, bar shows, but with your building mountain of school work, you’d had little to no time to get a job that could afford you the extra change at the end of each month to buy a plane ticket. At your silence, he huffed, and you could practically hear that damned pout from over the phone. “C’mon, our birthday is coming up. We used to spend all our birthdays together.”

Smiling wistfully at the memories of how easy you two once had it, you shook your head.

“Well that was before you became some heart-throb rock star, Cho.” You teased, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you wondered if he still blushed so easily at little comments like that, and, if so, what shade his cheeks were at the moment.

“How am I supposed to be a rock star with no groupies? That’s just lame.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m sure you have a long list of contenders waiting in line. Have you been checking your instagram comments lately?”

This made him pause, the tiniest of knowing smiles creeping onto his face.

“No, but it sounds like you have.”

For once, it was you flushing that burning shade of red that once graced his cheeks so frequently, and you wondered when he’d begun reciprocating your teasing banter instead of just stammering through his responses while trying not to look you in the eyes. Shaking his head with a nearly silent chuckle, he decided to put you out of your misery, clutching his phone tighter against his ears.

“Let me fly you out, please? I know you’ve gotta break coming up. I wanna see you.”

So just three months later, though truthfully it felt like a year as you and Choso counted down the days until you would see each other again, you were on a flight courtesy of his now modest earnings from his band. And sure, it was no fancy seat with the luxury accommodations he just knew you deserved, but he felt so proud to know that he was able to do something for you. He had been waiting at the airport nearly two hours before your flight was actually supposed to land, flowers clutched in his clammy hands as he checked the time repeatedly.

Much to his frustration, your flight kept getting delayed, and, after the third push back, he had to begrudgingly resign himself to the fact that he wouldn’t get to be there when you landed, having to get back for sound check for the show tonight. After sending a long winded explanation text, he insisted that you text him as soon as you land as well as as soon as you got to the hotel and as soon as you made it to the venue, and— well, you got the point.

With all the sudden delays, you only had time to drop your luggage off at the front desk of the hotel, who assured you they’d get it to your room for you before you had to haul ass to the venue before you missed any second of Choso’s band opening. He had given your name to security, who had your pass waiting for you when you arrived and quickly led you toward a less crowded section reserved for the talents’ guests.

You were slightly winded from the nonstop moving you had been doing since you woke up this morning, but even with how spent you felt, you weren’t sure anything could have woken you up faster than the sight of your best friend on that stage after three years of not seeing him. Sure, the two of you had been keeping up with pictures and the occasional video call, but none of it did him justice— not with the way the boy you once knew had grown into such a… man.

The once lanky limbs that hung awkwardly at his sides had certainly filled out, emphasized nicely by the gaping muscle shirt he currently had on. His biceps flexed with each rip of his guitar as his grown out hair fell into his chiseled face. To your surprise, he had a mic situated in front of him and was occasionally offering back-up vocals that you were straining with everything in you to pinpoint amongst the rest of the music.

His eyes swept across the designated guest area, and you and your poor, weak heart nearly gave out upon realizing that he had begun lining them just as you did for him all those years ago, smudged out across his lids and adding a spine-tingling depth as they spotted you in the crowd. That earth-shattering smile lit up his face as he took in the sight of you looking up at him, because none of this success and fulfillment of lifelong dreams felt nearly as sweet without you being in the audience for him to impress.

Choso was breath-taking on that stage, commanding it with a confidence you had never seen on him before. It was a blur as the set went on, your shouting out the lyrics to the songs of theirs that you’d kept up with over the year, your already spent body expending the fumes of energy it had left to thrash around to the eardrum-crushing beat.

You found yourself anxiously checking your phone when his band finished their set and disappeared backstage, not knowing if you were going to have to wait until the end of the show to see him. Thinking back to the phone conversation you two had had months prior, and how you really were starting to feel like his groupie. The thought made you smile in amusement, shoving your phone back into your pocket as the main band came out on stage.

Your questions were answered just one song in when a pair of nearly steaming, sweat clung arms wrapped around your shoulders and chest from behind, squeezing you into an equally sweaty chest.

“Ew, Cho, get off! You’re soaked!” You tried to sound disgusted, but your delighted laugh deceived you, because you were sure that he could have been covered head to toe in blood right now and you’d still allow him to latch onto you as he was doing so ardently.

“What happened to being my groupie?” He shouted over the blasting music, surprising you when his lips met your cheek in a sloppy kiss. Even he wasn’t sure where he’d worked up the gall to kiss you, but maybe it was the fact that he’d spent the last three years regretting his inaction, and he’d be damned if he was going to let you board that flight back home without at least trying.

Hoping he didn’t see the way your cheeks flushed at the little stunt, you took note of the fact that he had yet to release you.

“Your groupie is gonna need a few drinks if she has to deal with your stench for the next hour.”

In typical Choso fashion, he quickly obliged your request, planting yet another kiss against your temple before disappearing in the blur of security and venue workers to find you something to drink. You felt like your head was spinning with his sudden forward shift in behavior, but you chalked it up to the fact that you two hadn’t seen each other in so long.

So, you didn’t question it when he came back with two vodka Red Bulls and continued to cling onto you the remainder of the show. He hoisted you up on his back when the crowd around you began to grow so you could get a better view of the band and didn’t care that you were screaming along to the songs right into his ear because you were finally here with him, and he could buy you drinks and give you front row seats to one of your favorite bands, and for once he thought that maybe he was brave enough to admit that he wanted something more with you after all these years of convincing himself that there was nothing he could offer you that’d be worth your while.

He was riding on the high of your giddy smile the entire taxi ride back to the hotel, unable to wipe that lovesick grin off of his face even when you asked him if there was something on your face that was warranting all the staring.

“I’m just gonna shower really quick, and then I’ll come to your room so we can order some food, ‘kay?” You explained while fishing out the room key that you’d received from the front desk earlier that day.

Choso’s brows furrowed as he pushed the respective button on the elevator and adjusted his guitar case over his shoulder.

“What do you mean? We’re going to the same room.”

Looking up from the inside of your bag, you stared at him with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

“You only booked one room?” You questioned with a fluttering gaze.

“We’ve always shared a room.” He explained obviously, making his way down the hall once the elevator doors opened. You could hardly argue with him on that logic, because you two had been sharing a room, hell— sharing a bed since you were kids. As you followed close behind him, butterflies churning in your stomach, you came to the conclusion that Choso had neglected to account for the fact that you two weren’t kids anymore.

Still, he had flown you all this way, and you had missed the endless nights you two would spend together watching horror movies until Jin would stumble into the room, exasperated as he asked you two to please turn down the volume or, better yet, watch anything else that didn’t have him jolting awake from the incessant sounds of blood-curdling screams emanating from his son’s room at ungodly hours of the night. Bonus points if you two had snuck Yuji in to watch them with you and had to shove him under the bed until their dad left the room lest he find out his youngest was watching movies far too mature for his age.

Yuji and Jin weren’t there to interrupt though, and you were currently hyping yourself up in the bathroom mirror to go out and spend the night with the man you’d known for fifteen years now. Looking down at yourself, you cursed at your choice of sleep wear that you’d clearly chosen before you knew Choso would be sleeping beside you. His old Metallica t-shirt had tiny holes in the shoulders and was discolored from so many years of wash cycles, but it was just so perfectly worn in, and it was a little reminder of him each time you went to sleep.

The tattered hem fell just above your mid-thigh, and you were once again punching yourself in the leg because why would you not pack any pajama shorts? Pants? A longer shirt? Literally anything other than your fucking jeans that you’d rather bear the humiliation for than wear to bed? Huffing out a final sigh, you hung up your towel before exiting the steam-filled bathroom outwardly displaying far more confidence than was actually present in your muddled mind at the moment.

“Shower’s open, Cho.” You informed with your eyes cast downward, shoving your dirty clothes into the respective section of your suitcase.

He looked up from the room service menu he’d been studying for the past few minutes, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest at the sight of your bare thighs that still glistened from whatever lotion you had slathered on after your shower, and oh god was that his shirt? His brain was short-circuiting on the spot, and he was so grateful that he was jumping into the shower now, knowing that knob was about to be turned to the coldest setting he could manage.

You sighed in quiet relief when the bathroom door shut behind him, thanking your lucky stars that he hadn’t mentioned anything about your choice of sleepwear— or lack thereof, hoping it meant that he didn’t notice.

Finally allowing some of the tension to fall from your shoulders, you looked around the slightly bougie hotel room, smiling at the sight of his guitar leaning against the wall. Taking the opportunity to be a little nosy for nostalgia’s sake, you unzipped the case and carefully pulled the beloved instrument out. It was hardly recognizable now, what with all the decals and stickers he’d adorned it with over the years, but it was that same electric guitar you had scraped up all your tip money to buy for him.

Humming fondly, you sat crisscrossed in the middle of the plush bed to fiddle with the strings, recalling all the nights Choso had spent desperately trying to teach you how to play, but you never could make good on his diligent efforts. You could only vaguely recall the chords to that first song he’d ever learned to play, the one you’d watched him strum what must have been hundreds of times for you. Pursing your lip, you tried to angle your fingers just right along the neck as you dug into the far corners of your memory.

“Your hand is too far up the neck.”

In your fierce concentration, you hadn’t even heard Choso exiting the bathroom. Not looking up at him lest you break your focus, you shifted your hand as he’d instructed.

“Here?”

He tutted softly, though you could practically hear the fond amusement oozing from him. After a moment, you felt the bed dip behind you, and your breath hitched as you felt his chest press against your back, and you suddenly didn’t feel as embarrassed at your lack of clothing since he hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on following his shower. His hands soon came up to close around yours, guiding them to the proper placement.

“Try now.” He instructed softly, tucking his chin over your shoulder to watch your movements.

Trying to control the way your fingers trembled with the feeling of the muscles he never used to have pressed right up against you, you tried again. When he let out a quiet hum of disapproval, you didn’t have the chance to ask what you had done wrong before he was scooching you back to sit in his lap for better access to the instrument.

“You’ve gotta spread out your fingers a little more.” Choso’s tips were falling on deaf ears, because his scent was enveloping you like a warm blanket, he was so warm pressed right up against you, and his cheek was brushing against yours as he adjusted your fingers.

As he had been telling himself since he saw you in the audience earlier for the first time in three years, he wasn’t that awkward boy anymore who was too scared to be honest with himself, and he knew better than to believe that the flush in your cheeks right now was from your shower. Smiling softly, he eased up his hands as you began to get the hang of it, only occasionally reaching up to correct your placements. You gradually allowed yourself to relax against him, your shoulders drifting back to fall along his broad chest.

“Do you ever think about that night of prom?” Out of all the ways he could have eased into this conversation, he wasn’t sure why that was what had come out of his mouth, but he was relieved when you scoffed out a light laugh.

“You mean the night I lost my virginity to Suguru Geto?” You shook your head at the once damn near traumatic memory, a bitter smile gracing your lips. “I try not to.”

It was silent for a moment, and just as he thought you had all but forgotten what you had said to him that night, you spoke up hesitantly.

“Do you? Y’know— think about it?”

“All the time.”

Your fingers paused against the strings, but a hushed whisper in your ear to keep playing had you jolting back into action, but your subtle squirming against his lap gave you away.

“Why the hell would you be thinking about that?” You mumbled, keeping your voice low as you desperately tried to maintain your composure.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if it was me instead.”

His hand came up to tighten your grip around the neck of the guitar that had loosened with the implications of his words, and you heard those familiar words falling from your lips just as they had from his three years ago.

“You mean as my prom date, right, Cho?”

His head shifted ever so slightly, and you shivered as his nose grazed against your temple. The hand that had been guiding your fingers over the strings drifted down to ghost over your bare thigh.

“Yeah, as your prom date.” He lied, just as you had that night. The pads of his fingers dug into the fat of your thigh momentarily, giving you the opportunity to push him away should he have been reading all the signs wrong. You didn’t though, you only held back the softest of whimpers when the metaphorical green light prompted him to run his hand further up, brushing back your already maddeningly ridden up shirt. “I think about how much of an idiot he was, what I would’ve done different.”

The way your comparably smaller frame was expanding and deflating against him in tandem with your labored breaths was making it hard for him to think, and he was sure his body was acting purely on autopilot.

“Like what?” You dared to whisper, not even quite sure that you were ready to hear his answer, but oh was he willing to give it to you.

“I would’ve told you how pretty you looked that night— because you did. You looked like an angel.” Choso rasped out against your ear, and his fingers were curling around the warmth of your inner thigh, just barely grazing against your rapidly heating core. Your fingers stuttered once again against the strings, and his other hand quickly came up to grip at the column of your neck, pressing you back against him. “Keep playing for me, angel.”

And you tried, hands trembling as they fumbled to find the right chords again.

“Did he touch you like this before he ruined your night?”

“No!” You gasped out desperately, arching against him as he pushed your panties to the side to collect the pooling slick at your entrance, using it to aid in the tentative circles he began working against your clit. “H-He didn’t touch me at all— ah!”

With a vexed tut of disapproval, Choso’s fingers dipped down to plunge into your sopping heat. His movements were choppy, and it was clear that he wasn’t sure what exactly you would like, but his focused gaze on your side profile as he studied each of your reactions told you that he was going to figure it the fuck out.

“I would have taken the time for you— I would’ve made sure you were ready.” His regrets were spilling past his frantic lips in a manner teetering on a whine as your head fell back against his shoulder. “Keep playing.”

“I can’t— I can’t, Cho.” You cried deliriously as his fingers began curling up in response to your frantic reaction. You were soaking through the underwear that had been pushed haphazardly to the side, and if you were more lucid you would have been embarrassed at the way it pooled onto the sheets below you.

At once, he had released the firm grip he had on your neck to push his guitar off the bed.

“Then come up here and let me show you how I would have taken care of you.”

Choso, with his eagerness to please and this newfound Herculean strength of his, didn’t give you the chance to comply with his request, because he was ripping at your flimsy underwear and shifting you around to face him. It was enough to give you whiplash, but the bruising grip he had around your waist assured that your balance wouldn’t fail you as he laid back against the unsuspecting hotel sheets and yanked you up to hover over his crazed face.

“Choso, y-you don’t have to—”

“I want to.” He pleaded, his lips glistening with an anticipatory drool as those puppy-dog eyes of his locked onto your core, and he was once again reminded of the fact that Suguru Geto had to be the dumbest man on this fucking planet. Craning his neck up, he couldn’t help himself as he dragged his hot tongue up the length of your folds, his strangled moan vibrating against you. “Mmph, sit— please.”

Leave it to Choso to not forget about his manners as he begged you to suffocate him between your trembling thighs. You complied, moving ever-so-slowly to lower yourself against him before he dug his fingers into your thighs and made you sit. Hunching forward, your forehead fell against the plush headboard with a choked cry as he all but unhinged his jaw around your core.

He watched through dazed eyes at the way your face crumpled with each symphony of pleasure that slipped past your bitten lips. There was no sense in dwelling on the past now, but he couldn’t help but feel so utterly idiotic for having been so blind all this time. It had always been there— in the lingering touches and the intimacy of trust that had forged between you two over fifteen years of falling back on one another.

Choso’s eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips against his tongue, momentarily blocking any passage of air through his mouth and nose, but, even with the clenching in his lungs that told him that he needed to breathe paired with the ringing in his ears, he thought he’d much rather have your weeping pleasure as the cause of death on his obituary, because any life where he hindered that impending high you were cravenly grinding toward wasn’t a life worth living.

His tongue dipped into your entrance for an exasperatingly brief tour before its pointed tip was dancing up to swoop under the hood of your already painfully sensitive clit. You squeaked out a pitched moan, nearly tumbling down if one of his hands hadn’t shot up to press against your sternum to keep you upright. A choked sob of pleasure shook your shoulders, and your hand flew down to tangle into the very haircut he maintained for so long just because you said it looked cute on him.

There was a sharp sting on his scalp as you yanked at the roots, the subtle pain at the hands of you nearly sending him to an early grave as his hips bucked up against the air. He was only met by the infuriatingly gentle friction of his sweatpants brushing against his leaking tip, but you were crying out his name and using him so sweetly with every craven thrust of your hips, and it was enough for him after all the sleepless nights he’d spent wishing he could have changed the past.

Evidence of you was dripping grotesquely down his face, dragging as far up as his nose that glistened proudly in the wake of your sloppy thrusts against him. His eyes were barely open by the time you timidly glanced down at him, half-lidded to match the dopey smile you felt morphing against your folds.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You murmured through burning cheeks as he leaned you back to sit on his chest.

“I’ve waited fifteen years to look at you like this.” His words were damn near slurred, but the sentiment remained the same. Brushing the dishevled hair from his forehead, you slid down slowly to straddle his waist, gasping tenderly at the feeling of his abs brushing against your sensitive clit, though your eyes never once left his.

With wanton eyes drifting down his pink-tinted face, his eyes drifted shut as he leaned up to meet the kiss he was sure he was finally about to get, but it instead landed tenderly on his forehead. A warmth spread down his spine, making his fingers curl tighter around your waist.

“Put me out of my misery already.” Choso whispered, but his actions deceived him as he reached up to keep you pressed against his forehead. Just as you slipped out of his grasp, lips dragging down the bridge of his nose until they ghosted over his. With a clouded gaze, he whispered against your lips, “Did he tell you he loved you?”

With a delirious shake of your head, you crashed through the tiniest of barriers that had been left between you.

“I love you.” He mumbled desperately against your kiss, hands sneaking up under your baggy shirt to graze along your spine. “More than just a— ah— a prom date. I love you.”

“I love you, too— more than just a friend.” You confirmed as you snuck your hand down between you to creep into his waistband.

He flinched away from you with a quick, hissing breath, reaching down to grip at your hand in record timing. Pulling away from him with a start, you blinked down owlishly at him.

“Oh— I-I’m sorry, I just thought you wanted to…”

“I do!” He sat up faster than you could blink to miss it. With that signature flush of his cheeks, he cast his gaze to the side. “Just… give me a little bit, okay?”

Raising a brow at his sudden timidness, you decided not to make it known that you had already felt the tacky wet splotch currently making a mess of his sweatpants. Saving him the wallowing self-pity you just knew he’d fall into for the rest of the night, you opted to lay beside him, tracing the tattoo that lined his nose absentmindedly as he looked anywhere but you. With a soft laugh, he finally turned his head to face you again after a moment of silence, smiling sheepishly down at you.

“Happy birthday, angel.”

Glancing over at the bedside clock, you noted with a cacooning warmth that it read 12:02 AM.

“Happy birthday, Cho.”

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PORNO MOMMY and her playthings 🖕

Writer's Note: I wanted a try a new style so here is a requested Mommy Seohyun with foot fetish. I went with the porno mommy plot and it's full of filth from start line to end line.

About Banner : (I ALSO MADE 4 GREAT BIKINI PICTURES OF THESE 4 BITCHES for the story myself but that's too much premium for a free smut kekeke. So enjoy the glimpse of how great my NSFW pics can be. I have mosaiced the part I had to work on these pics.) ��🫰

Tags: (FULL CON), MILF, torture, taming, teasing, breeding, creampie, incest, pornstars, prostitution, little bit of NON CON, DILF, forcing into prostitution, foot fetish, ball kicking, bastard and stuffing the dick in every holes.

Warning: Pure Smut, don't ask for morality and ruin everyone's mood here.

Word Count: 6000 words, written freestyle so ended up writing more than I wished for.

🔜 Upcoming Smut - Ae-Revenge Series Chapter 1 (My family)

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M : “Auntie let me cum please, fuck!”

I am twisting my limbs that are tied with the bondage chair.

Y : “What's the rush son? Let your mom come home first. Say cheese for auntie!”

Auntie Yoona taking a lot of my shameless pics from different angles.

T : “Look at that size Yoona, this boy has grown into a delicious young man.”

Auntie Taeyeon has been blowing my 6 inch plus cock for a while now. Her sexy blowing face would make me cum 100 times any other day.

M : “At least let me cum. I beg you, my balls hurts like hell, fuck!”

A triangle cock ring encircling my shaft, balls and the base tightly, painfully. It's just impossible for my cum to come through the squeeze. My cock has gotten red like chili.

Y : “It's ok kid. Let me message your length for ease.”

Yoona’s leg starts stroking my length with her feet. It's very erotic how this pretty lady is playing with me but the unbearable pain makes me gasp each stroke.

M : “Ahh ah nngh argh auntie please please please let me cum!”

A drop of cum somehow makes its way out the tip just for Taeyeon to lick it clean.

T : “The boy is very salty. I like it though.”

Not another single drop is coming out. This choke is crazy!

Y : “Don't be impatient kid, we’ll take your choke off once you finish fucking us all three. Your mom is coming soon!”

Yoona locks her lips with mine, her tongue darting inside making any further protest impossible.

My mom Seohuyn is a veteran pornstar. She earned enough money to stop doing that filthy work years ago but she still continues. All because she is a habitual nympho bitch and other than fucking she knows nothing. These two are her besties from the same industry and they are here to celebrate my 18th birthday, in their way. Despite my best attempt to stay away from the vile pornography world, my mom plans to drag me down with her.

So these two came early this morning to our home and forcefully tied me with the purpose-made bondage chair, a collection from my mom’s many fuck toys she use regularly. It's been an hour since they are sexually torturing my manhood. Sucking, slapping, stroking, squeezing on top of that triangle ring choking my cock veins. Just making it impossible to ejaculate. They are taking turns tormenting my manhood and there is nothing I can do about it.

Where is my bitching mom Seohuyn you ask me? She got this big gig today. How big? A gangbang shoot with 10 BBC where she plays the role of a Indian woman. Of course she didn't turn off such huge fuck fest for her bastard son’s birthday and left early in the morning. Don't ask me the rest, you know what exactly she did there. Speaking of the devil, I hear the doorbell chiming and she has appeared.

Behold my sinful slutty mom Seohuyn in her full glory, standing wearing a nasty yellow colored Indian traditional whore dress that's barely covering her tanned nude body. Her busty boobies are about to spill out of her blouse and the long skirt she is wearing has a full length slit that's exposing her tanned legs up to her nude pussy with every step. Despite my disgust, I can't deny she is looking absolutely sexy to say no. You would think I am lucky that I am about to fuck such a tease of a sexy porno mom.

Except I know what a masochistic devil she is. Being a single mom, or rather a bitch who forgot who made her pregnant, I was always a substitute plaything of her supposed husband, at the mercy of my bitchy mom. She started to exploit me early. At first it was just some light fellatio and I actually enjoyed it. Then one day she comes home drunk, gets full nude in front of me and the next thing I know is that I ejaculated for the first time in my mom’s pussy.

Being a young teen I used to love this sinful taboo. I used to wait eagerly when will my mom fuck me, making me cum again and again holding me tightly in her motherly warm embrace while my little cock getting melted in her furnace like pussy with each thrust. But eventually I understood what's wrong with all this when I saw all of my friends at school with young pretty girlfriends around their age. Eventually my friends found out I am a pornstar’s son and I lost literally everything a teen can have in life, except my mom’s pussy.

That's when I started to hate my mom, started to distance myself from her yet she kept abusing me again and again. I can hardly do anything about it though, cause despite all my hate she is still a seasoned sex machine and once she has you in her grasp, repeatedly thrusting your cock while cumming nonstop is all you can manage. I hate myself for it yet I can't run away from her irresistible holes.

S : “Happy birthday my bastard son, come to momma!”

She sits on top of me and squeezes my face between her big busty boobs, my face getting squished inside her cleavage.

M : “Get of me, I don't want to fuck you anymore.”

I protest knowing she won't listen, she never does. I can smell the musky scent of cum, my face getting sticky with it. Must be from the gangbang.

M : “You smell of others' cum you disgusting whore, GET OFF ME!”

I shout. But all she does in return is unhook her blouse and start rubbing her creampied bobbies on my face.

S : “Don't be mean, you have grown into such a fine man. Mommy is proud of ya!”

She forces her cum soaked dry areola in my mouth, the various tastes of different men’s cum filling my tongue getting wet with my saliva.

T : “Taste your mom's hard earned cum kid, she works so hard raising you fucking all the men.”

She grabs my cock and starts stimulating the already painful cock again. I can't even moan as my mom is stuffing me with her boobies.

Y : “Hey sis don't forget about us too. We have been good girl and didn't fuck him yet.”

Her lip locks my mom's to taste the men's milk she gulped filming the gangbang. Her moaning sounds like she is sucking something delicious.

S : “You’ll have your fill bitches. First let mommy fuck her good bastard to celebrate his birthday.”

She stands and unhook the poor excuse of long skirt, her mommy bushy pussy that gave birth to me and fucked me for years glistening with her own arousal and many men she fucked today.

M : “I HATE YOU MOM, I HATE YOU! Don't fuck me anymore, I beg you. I want a normal life, love a normal girl and live a normal life! Please…”

I am begging but hate to say my cock getting harder once again seeing Seohyun, that bitch’s pussy. I fucked it countless times, I want to stop but I can't.

T : “Is this your rebellious phase son? You are so cute. Here, have mom’s pussy to change your mind.”

Taeyeon aligns my cock with mom’s slit. It's already soaked with her own saliva.

S : “Here comes mommy!”

She locks her lips with mine this time, her darting tongue sharing all the men's cum and Yoona’s saliva down my throat. She lowers herself down on my cock. Once again, I am inside my porno mom.

M : “ARGHH MY COCK HURTS! At least pull out the ring! Argh nngh aghh…”

My body jerks from the sharp pain of my sore cock, more painful as now it's getting squeezed by mommy pussy as well as her entire weight on my blue balls.

Y : “Look at him bucking his hips to fuck his momma. He only rebels with words hahaha.”

As I said, I hate it but once I am inside my bitching mom I can't stop thrusting my cock in her taboo holes.

T : “Honor the hole that gave birth to a bastard like you kid. Fuck her, fuck your mommy like the professional bitch she is!”

Seohyun is riding on my cock like I am an actual horse, fuck how is she still so horny after a literal gangbang?

S : “See son you actually love mommy pussy. Your cock is pumping me like you didn't fuck me for ages.”

It hurts, hurts like hell but I am still thrusting upward as deep as I can.

Y : “He fucks her mom regularly yet they are so horny for each other. I should have given birth to a bastard like you too!”

For your information, I still fucked her few days ago. I, like a worthless shit went to her room and fucked her until we both fall asleep. And I hate myself for it, for my trained urge to fuck my mom that I can't control.

M :” Mom mom mom at least let me cum. Please fuck, FUCK MY BALLS ARE BURSTING! Fuck I hate you mom!”

I am feeling so on edge yet I can't cum. I want to cum so badly, so I am fucking her harder just to get squeezed hardest by those damn cock ring.

S : “Shhhh son, you got so many holes to fill today. Bear the pain baby! We are just starting.”

Cum getting pumped out her pussy with each thrust and soaking my cock entirely. All the raw gangbanging juice she has collected from vile men soaking my innocent cock. Gross, fucking gross!

M : “FUCK YOU BITCH! GO FUCK EVERY MEN IN THIS WORLD, LEAVE ME ALONE!”

In an attempt to protest I bite on her nipple only for her to squeeze my sore cock so hard with her pussy like I almost lost sense from pain. My eyes are hitting the back of my head.

S : “You are feeling it right son? Ahhh, mommy is getting close too. I love to fuck you most my precious bastard!”

Seohyun is now bouncing so roughly on my ringed cock, her meaty ass with the entire torso weight slapping my thigh and crotch, the smacking sound filling the room. My balls are feeling like getting squished into mashed potatoes every time her ass presses on it. My Cock almost feels like getting cut into tiny pieces.

M : “ARGH ARGHHH AGHH Y-YOOU ARE KILLNGGH ME ARGHH AGHH…”

With a convulsing body that can’t cum, I am squirming in agonizing pleasure. I never knew anyone could get this edged. Helplessly I have my first ever dry orgasm pushing my physical and mental limit to its best! My mommy’s busty tits are hitting my tearing face.

Y : “FUCK HIM SENSELESS SEOHUYN!”

Yoona is cheering and slapping her ass loudly and squeezing her udders to hype her up. Seohyun moaning from pleasure in response.

T : “Your boy is a treasure Seohyun, look at him taking your pussy with such vigor!”

She is busy spitting on my face and slapping me back to sense. The nonstop stream of dirty talk flooding my ears.

S : “FUGH FUUUUUUCK!”

With a loud growl my bitch mom starts cumming hard, who knows how many times she cummed today. Her whole body is violently convulsing on my tormenting manhood, as if a bucket of ice was poured on her. She is oversensitive fucking entire day.

M : “HURK HURKK HARK HURK…”

I can't cum through my pee pee but the churning pressure in my belly ends with me puking the food I ate before getting tied up. My warm digestives gurgle out and paint the tanned belly and boobies of Seohyun and go down my body. My orgasms hit me like a flood but I can’t cum, the intense spike in blood pressure makes me lose sense and that's all I remember.

Who knows how long I was passed out but when I woke up a sizzling hot, smelly and stingy fluid woke me up. I am lying on the cold hard floor, I open my eyes and I can see the pinky pussy hole of Yoona over my face, pissing on my face to wake me up.

Y : “Kyaa, he has woken up Seohyun.”

She pisses the rest of her load on my body and moves aside. I see my mom is sucking my cock like giving CPR to wake her passed out son. Taeyeon quickly move Seohyun aside and inserts my cock in her.

T : “ARGHH YOUR SON IS SO BIG!”

She immediately starts humping on my boy with all her speed and strength. The short woman hides her face on my pissed chest and rides me like a bunny.

M : “ARGHH FUCK YOU TAEYEON YOU CHEAP HOE! DON'T FUCK ME ARGHH!”

My balls are clenching hard, but it seems like I can cum now. They pulled out the ring, so nothing can stop me from cumming in these bitches!

S : “Fuck em son, breed your auntie Tae with a bastard son like you!”

She puts two fingers both in my and Taeyeon’s asshole, making it more stimulating for me.

M : “TAKE IT LIKE YOU WANTED YOU A NASTY PIECE OF SOCIAL SHIT!”

At last after hours of edging and cock tormenting pleasure I end up cumming straight into Taeyeon's pussy. I am trembling being able to cum at last, never cummed so much at a time like this in my life. My hands are grabbing Taeyeon's short hair. My cum gushing out her pussy and painting my sore cock white.

T : “AHHHH I CAN FEEL so much semen filling my womb! I am getting pregnant after this for sure.”

She pulls out from my cock and then smears her pussy on my face, painting me white with our combined milk.

S : “Good job kiddo, mom is happy seeing you breeding your auntie!”

My mom is stroking my shaft with her legs now. The tanned long legs and slender finger making a quick work out of my abused penis. It becomes fully erected once again, surprised because I was literally erected for hours.

T : “The Viagra is doing wonders!”

Damn, this breeded bitch doped my water this morning. Fuck, cock ring and Viagra; I am not losing my erection any time soon. And my hate becoming lustful pleasure as I can't wait to fuck Seohyun, that bitch of a mom’s pussy once again.

M : “I AM GONNA KILL YOU PORNO SHIT, I AM GONNA FUCK YOUR BRAIN OUT OF YOUR PUSSY FUCKING YOU MOM!”

I pounce on her and both stumble on the ground. I try to pin her but feeling weak from the override of hormonal surge in my blood. She easily overpowers me and gets behind, scissors her leg over my legs and squeezes my penis with both of her feet. Leaning on the sofa she easily starts stroking my shaft again.

S : “Easy son, mommy going to fuck you more later. But first fuck your auntie Yoona, she has been waiting for hours.”

While mom is busy stroking my shaft with both feets, Yoona comes over and sits on my cock. Her pretty smile and sexy figure would make me cum immediately unless I was already so spent. But like experienced sluts, they start hardening my cock.

M : “Ahhh ahh ahhh ah ah why is my cock getting hard again? Arghh! You are such a good slut mommy ahh!”

I can't help but feel my cock getting hard again. Yoona’s warm and slippery pussy, my mom’s warm soft boobies squishing in my back and her feet stroking my long shaft alongside Yoona's riding makes me close to cum again.

S : “Yoona he is all yours, he is getting close!”

My ragged breath makes it easy for my porno mom to guess my situation. She removes her feet and let Yoona freely fuck me like a possesd bitch. She starts kissing and biting on my neck, licking the combined juice of mine and Taeyeon. Soon enough I cum undone in her!

Y : “Cum kid cum me full of your seeds! I want a bastard son like you arghh!”

My seeds filled Yoona's pussy and maybe some even went into her womb. Not sure because I have already cummed so much in Taeyeon.

T : “He came again so much, it's delicious!”

Taeyeon comes and starts licking my cum from Yoona's pussy. Seohyun put me on the floor and rushes to blow my penis hard again.

S : “Your cum is salty like ramen broth, son, I love your taste.”

With skillful motion porno mom Seohyun taking my cock deepthroating herself and I can't help but get rock hard again. Her big boobs are jumping around with each movement. Her big round ass is rising up as she is lowering her head to suck me.

T : “Shake that booty for your man Seohyun, give your son some birthday show!”

She starts slapping mom’s meaty ass loudly, sending visible ripple through her butt. Mommy doesn't stop giving head, suppressing her gag like pro she takes my entire cock down her throat. I am over sensitive too and soon enough I feel my orgasm building again.

Y : “Fuck Seohyun, if I knew a bastard son can be trained like this then I would never go for abortion. Fuck!”

She is fingering herself and sometimes licking her fingers. But she isn't my focus now, my gangbanged mom pouring her soul to please me is all that matters.

M : “I FUCKING LOVE YOU MOM, I want to fuck you forever mom fuck fuck fuck me arghhh…”

I grab and push her head on my cock and shove my cock as deep as I can and then I cum. My body convulsing, Seohyun struggles to breathe but I keep cumming my big load, then I become limp. Cumming three times under one hour drained all of my energy.

S : “You have cummed such a huge load in mommy’s mouth son! Ah, your’s are really the most delicious cum I ever had.”

She opens her mouth to show me the creampied mess and then down it all with a big gulp. Her gaze and expression is as nasty and sinful as it can be for a porno mom.

They lift me up in the air and go to the living room. They have already put a gym mat there. They put me on it and start their next phase of sexual birthday celebration, without a single word. My mommy starts twerking for me, her busty ass and boobies dancing with each throw of her ass. Taeyeon and Yoona follow but they can't keep up with my mom’s twerk.

M : “I I-I WANT TO TASTE YOUR ASS MOM!”

I say weakly. With a thirsty smirk my mom gets on all four, throwing her ass back in doggy style twerk. I sit up forgetting my weakness and start licking her asshole. My tongue tasting the shit smelling gangbangd mommy ass that tastes of many different cum. It's not my first and now I don't want it to be my last!

S : “Liking mommy’s ass again? Tell me you don't hate mommy. I love you son. You don't need any normal girl. Your pornstar mom is all you will ever need! The only man who can ever own your mom is you and only you.”

She is clenching her asshole around my tongue. Thanks to her early gangbang, her asshole cleaner than most time. The musky intoxicating smell of her abundantly cummed pussy and salty sweat around her asshole makes her ass incredibly delicious.

M : “I LOVE YOU TOO MOM, FUCK! I don't think I can live without fucking you even a single day!”

All my protest to have a normal future is gone. My dream of normal life was nativity. I am a famous pornstar’s son so living a filthy life suits me. The only thing I can dream of is devouring my mom everyday for the rest of our life.

S : “LICK MOMMA’S JUICY PUSSY TOO SON! See mom’s lower lips are drooling for you.”

Despite getting gangbanged and fucking me once my nympho Seohyun is ready for another round. I start licking her pussy like a baby sucking milk, cleaning her soon after. Her cum always tastes like sour candy, I like the sourness she has down there.

T : “Fuck your mom’s ass kid. See how she is winking for you!”

Taeyeon spread my mom's ass, I can see mom’s puckered hole clenching to invite me.

Y : “Seohyun your ass is so tight and full! I can't believe you were gangbanged. My ass would gap and stay gapped for weeks!”

She spit on Seohuyn's asshole and finger it inside to wet her further. Mommy jiggling and twerking her ass to invite me again.

S : “COME TO MOMMY, FUCK MOMMA ASS SON!”

She calls me with a nasty nasal voice and I rush to her, setting my cock to thrust in my mom's meaty cave, Yoona’s hand helping me to put in her tightness but then the doorbell chimes again.

A young girl enters the house. She got a gift box in hand and came for my birthday. It's already evening. It's Lily from my new college. Nobody there still doesn't know I am a pornstar's illegitimate bastard son who is still active in porno industry. Poor girl steps right into our intimate sex session out of nowhere. She is the one I kinda fall for and already forgot that I invited her over thanks to whole day ordeal.

L : “W-WHAT THE HECK?”

She jumps back, drops her gift box from hand, whatever in it broke with a loud crack. Her hands on her mouth, eyes bursting out seeing me having sex with three middle aged women. Yoona is still guiding my cock, Taeyeon behind me just started to lick my asshole and Seohyun looked at Lily with authority.

M : “It's not what you think it is Lily that's my mom and these two are her friends I am definitely not fucking some random bitches my mom is a professional pornstar this is her birthday gift for me…”

I end up saying everything without taking a break, I am always kinda nervous around her and now that I have got caught red handed, I don't act and say all of it.

L : “O-OK. S-SORRY FOR DISTURBING YOUR FAMILY INTIMACY. I AM GOING.”

With a shaking form Lily turns around to get the hell out of here but Seohuyn nods her head to her besties. They literally run and grab her both hands, quickly pin her on the sofa and start undressing her. They are so fast that before Lily can even say anything she is already in her undies.

L : “WTF LET ME GO, WHAT'S THIS LET ME GO…”

She tries to fight back but two middle aged nude bitches with gym bodies restrain her instantly. My mom rises and goes to her swaying her big meaty ass. She grabs her mouth tightly with one hand to stop her yapping and tears her underwear in a swift pull. Yoona and Taeyeon lifted her legs up, now Lily’s squeaky clean marshmallow like young pussy on full display.

S : “You got a crush on her, right son? Then come and claim her as your. Be your mommy's worthy successor.”

She slaps then spreads Lily’s pussy lips apart, her pinkish brown hole makes me horny again. Like a robot I completed my mom’s instruction and thrust my cock into Lily.

L : “Mmmfp Mmph Mmpp Mmmfph…”

They have shoved Lily’s undies down her mouth so she can't talk. Her body jerks as blood flowing out her freshly deflowered virgin pussy. I start fucking her full speed, my cock going blur. This tightness is even greater than my mom's loose ass. So that's how a virgin actually tastes and how tight they feel. Fuck, her pussy is almost biting off my cock. I squeeze her boobs super hard, start pulling her boobs and nipples, making her moan painfully.

S : “How dare you bewitch my fucking son? He is mine, girl. His cock belongs to his mommy only. This is your punishment for crossing your boundaries. Get fucked like a bitch now. Getting fucked like a sow is all you are allowed to ask from my son.”

My mom slapping, punching, pinching and even pulling Lily's hair from jealousy. But she doesn't tell me to stop fucking Lily, her entire anger is on Lily being a delicate nice girl. So she is trashing her, making me fuck her like a bitch to make it even.

M : “You love me that much mom? But you fuck around so many men, how can I tell your love is real and romantic for me?”

I ask her with a fluttered heart. Now that I think about it, mom is so perfect as a woman. There are thousands of man drooling to fuck her, but outside her porno the only person she ever wants to fuck is me. My mom actually sees me as her man and I didn't understand it all this time. Of course my cock hasn't stopped drilling in Lily while being so fluttered for my mom.

S : “I am a nympho bitch, to be honest I need a lot of cocks to stay happy. But, at the end you are the only one I love. I didn't find any perfect men for me, so you who came out this needy pussy of mine are the best man for me. You are just as Horny as me, so you are my perfect match.”

Seohyun stop tormenting Lily and start kissing me incestuously, her hands around my head and caressing hair, my hip is busy fucking Lily’s pussy. Our tongues intertwined, her big boobs pressing against my chest. Agh I love my bitchy mom!

Y : “So cute you mom son fucking relationship but what should we do with this bitch here?”

Yoona alternates between choking and slapping poor Lily like she is a criminal in an interrogation room. Poor girl crying helplessly without understanding why she is getting fucked and had to lose her virginity to a boy who is already fucking three bitch all alone.

T : “How about leave her to us? We can use some good holes ourselves!”

Taeyeon starts rubbing Lily’s swollen bloody clit until she can't take it anymore. Lily starts convulsing and literally drench me with her virgin shower like pussy.

S : “Did you want to have my son without any sexual expertise? Look at you cumming from some clit rub! Tsk here I can take dozens of cocks and still can last for hours!”

My porno mommy flex in front of the innocent young girl who can never be as good as a pro bitch. She pulls me back, my hard rod comes out soaked in virgin blood and cum. Mom grabs my sore balls and starts squeezing them. Her other hand removes the clothes from Lily’s mouth.

L : “AHHH ARGH AHGHH I-I WILL GO TO THE POLICE, HOW DARE YOU ALL ABUSE ME? SOMEONE HELP ME…”

My bitching mom claws Lily’s mouth again. She guides my cock to her mouth and pushes me all the way in. Virgin Lily's gag reflex tries to push me back but Yoona and Taeyeon start choking her so that she can't cough me out.

S : “I want you to treat our guests with drinks, my son! Sticky white and hot golden drinks. Don't hold back, pour it all down her throat!”

My mom starts fingering my ass to make me hornier and being inside my college crush’s mouth makes me cum in her again. Lily never thought she would get treated like a sex toy by literal pornstars for going to a friend's house. I feel bad for her but still glad that I can fuck her up without any hassle of dating.

Y : “Piss down her throat kid. Come on!”

Yoona let go Lily’s throat and starts pressing on my bladder. With increasing pressure I overcome my orgasm and start pissing down Lily's throat, her face disfigure from the strong foul smell and taste of my golden piss. I don't piss much but enough to make Lily lose her sense.

T : “Good job kid. This good for nothing normie family bitch doesn't deserve your cum in her pussy!”

She scoops some of my cum from her pussy and start licking it, she have fallen in love with my salty cum.

S : “Take her with you and let our boys play with her. Record it. If she even dares to tell her parents about today, we’ll release it on the dark web. Let's see how this bitch can go to the police!”

My mom being the leader of a prostitution ring wields enough power to turn any girl into slut within a day. Lily better listen and keep her mouth shut or she will be sold into prostitution permanently.

Y : “Let's stuff her holes!”

She brought three big dildo and start shoving those in Lily’s holes. First Taeyeon shoves a jelly like dildo down Lily’s throat and then duct tape her mouth. Yoona pushes a huge cock down her wet pussy and tape it again. Lastly they sodomize her ass pushing a beaded dildo in all the way. Lily wakes up, tries to scream but other than weak whimpers nothing escapes her dildo shoved mouth.

Taeyeon and Yoona kisses me and give my cock some goodbye strokes before grabbing Lily and starts dragging her outside our house. Blood painting the ground from her double bleeding holes and making a trail all the way. They throw her in the back of their black microbus and leave for their brothel, the biggest one in the city. Taking my invitation was her biggest mistake, now she has to be at least a temporary slut for a few days.

S : “It's your fault for inviting her over. What did you think? You marrying a normal girl? In this world? Don't forget you are my son, my pussy gave birth to you. I OWN YOU! I am gonna punish you for even daring to harbor romantic feelings for anyone else but your mom, GET IN THERE.”

She literally overpowers my weakened body and starts pushing me around. I try to reason by raising my hand but suddenly she kicks my balls out of nowhere.

M : “FUUUUUCK ARGGGH AHHH AHHH AH AH NNGH AAGH….!”

I fall on the ground from immaculate pain. My already sore cock and balls now feel like getting torned apart, someone pulled those bloody away from my body. My body starts trembling from the intense sensation of dread and inhuman pain.

M : “W-WHY M-MOM FUUUCKKK!”

I am convulsing like I'm about to orgasm. Her kick stimulated my horny nerves and with a crying scream I start ejaculating once more. My back arching while ropes of cum spurting out of me. Though I am cumming, it's the pain that I am relishing in.

S : “Because it's about time you know who owns your body, mind and cock my boy. EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS MINE!”

She steps on my orgasming cock and uses her feet and finger to stroke my length throughout my orgasm, I am cumming uncontrollably until I feel my sacks have gone numb. She starts squeezing my balls painfully and with a sharp jolt I see the world going black.

I am lying senseless on the floor and peeing myself as my mommy Seohyun starts to tend to my wound. That's how s porno mommy trains and tames her rebellious son.

Epilogue:

Seohyun’s pussy undoing me. I only inserted my cock in my mom's hot pussy out of naughty urges but she is still angry for inviting Lily over. So she is undoing me by sucking me in her womb that gave birth to me. I am getting sucked like her pussy is a black hole, after my cock now my torso getting sucked in. No no nooo don't suck me in mommy don't delete me from reality no no nooooooooooo…

I jolt back and regain my senses. It's a hospital bed, I am lying there. Must have lost my senses from my mom's kick. They must have treated my cock. Is it ok?

I look down and see my mom is busy sucking my cock, deepthroating herself like she always does while blowing me. It's sloppy, saliva smearing my shaft and dropping on the bed sheet. She is sucking it almost like she didn't eat anything for days.

M : “Mom? Where am I? How many days have I been senseless?”

I weakly ask my mommy. She looks at me with my cock in her mouth and seems happy that I have woken up. But instead of answering me, she keeps blowing me full throttle until I end up cumming in her bitchy mouth. She pulls out and shows me the big blob of cum on her tongue.

S : “It’s been two days son! Mommy missed you inside me, mommy missed your salty cum.”

She says with such a lust befitting a pornstar. She bites her lower lip then climbs on top of me, goes straight for a kiss. Sne shares my cum kissing me as deep as she can. She has thrown her denim on the floor, her pussy pressing on my nude cock through her blue panty. It's sopping wet from her taboo arousal.

S : “Remember you were about to have mommy’s ass for your birthday before? Here, let me give you your birthday gift.”

She quickly pushes her panty aside and sets her puckered asshole on my erected cock. Then like she did the first time, she starts descending on my cock. Her face beaming with excitement like a teen about to lose her virginity.

M : “W-wait m-mom I am still sick and it's a hospital so how about you don't fuck me here someone may come in and see your ass and pussy and seeing us mom son fucking each other fuck fuuuck fuuuck…”

I try to say everything as fast as I can but she never listens. My eyes hit the back of my head. I am too sensitive after waking up after 2 days of sleep. My back is arching as she starts riding me. Her big booty squeezing my cock and smashing my balls under her weight.

S : “Ahh ahhh ah ah ah ahhh mommy is so horny for you son! I spent two days without fucking anyone worrying about you. Let mommy blow up some strees, fuck argh…”

She opens her white shirt in one violent pull, buttons flying in random directions. Then she pulls out her heavy big bobbies without taking off her bra. She shoves her right areola in my mouth and then starts riding me like there is no tomorrow.

M : “Mmmph mmfh mmph mmh Mmph…”

Fuck it, despite her asshole is pretty lose it's still tighter than her pussy. My cock getting tormented again and I can't stop her no matter what. Though I am loving the sensation of my momma fucking me so passionately.

Fuck my porno mommy Seohyun. I hate her for destroying my life but in return the holes she offers are irresistible. I fucking love your holes mom, I fucking hate you pornstar of a momma!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

A nurse have come to attend me but seeing my mom fucking me with her ass startled the uterus out of her pussy. She presses her mouth shut with her hands, eyes shocked. Pornstar Seohyun doesn't care though, it's not like her ass is something new for the world to see. She keeps fucking me with her ass, my 2nd orgasm hit me and cum start leaking out her asshole.

But Seohyun’s ass doesn't stop, and doesn't stop her neverending lust!

The end up into Seohyun's asshole!