No (But would he even want to?)

But Ji-yeon didn’t let him.

She moved fast, maternal but commanding, her hand yanking his belt open, zipper down, pants and boxers shoved to his knees in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, thick and aching, precum already beading at the tip.

Before he could react, her soft, warm hand wrapped around it, perfect grip, like she’d done this a thousand times.

Edward froze, then melted, a groan ripping out of him as she started pumping. Slow at first, teasing strokes from base to head, her thumb swirling over the sensitive crown, spreading the slick precum down his shaft.

“There, there, Eddy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with love, her other hand still cradling his head against her breast. “Don’t worry. Mommy will take care of everything.”

Her hand knew him. Better than he knew himself. She twisted just right on the upstroke, squeezed at the base, sped up when his hips bucked, slowed when he got too close. Up and down, steady rhythm, her palm slick with his precum, the wet sound filling the small room.

Minutes blurred. He sucked harder on her nipple, lost in the warmth, the scent, the impossible perfection of it. Her strokes built, faster, tighter, her grip firm but loving, like she was milking him the way he milked her tit.

Pressure coiled low in his gut, tight and unbearable. His balls drew up, his cock throbbing in her hand.

“Mommy—” he gasped against her skin.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, pumping faster, relentless. “Let it all out for Mommy. Give me everything.”

He came hard.

Ropes of thick cum shot out, splattering across her bare thighs, her short shorts, her lower belly. Some hit her crop top, streaking the fabric, dripping down onto her hand as she kept stroking, milking every last pulse until he shuddered and went limp.

Ji-yeon smiled down at him, her hand slowing to gentle squeezes, smearing his cum over his softening cock like lotion.

“Good boy,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss his forehead, her tit still pressed to his cheek. “Mommy’s so proud.”

Edward sat up slowly from her lap, his head still spinning, cock softening but slick with his own cum. Ji-yeon didn’t miss a beat. She just stood, casual as hell, her massive tits still out, bouncing slightly with each step as she walked over to the changing station. She pulled a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, the crinkle loud in the quiet room and started wiping the streaks of cum off her thighs, her belly, her hand. Slow, methodical, like she was cleaning up spilled coffee.

Not a hint of shame. Not even a glance to check if he was watching.

Her tits had stayed out, heavy and perfect, nipples still hard from his mouth. She bent over the sink to check the mirror, ass pushed out in those tiny shorts, the fabric riding up to show the bottom curve of her cheeks. Edward just stared, awe hitting him like a second wave. This was real. She was acting like this was normal, like feeding her “son’s” cock and cleaning his load was just part of her day.

His cock twitched again, hardening fast at the sight of her bent over, tits hanging, swaying as she dabbed at a streak on her skin.

Fuck waiting.

He stood, pants still around his ankles, cock out and stiffening. He walked up behind her, hands grabbing her massive tits from behind, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking her nipples. His semi-hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks, grinding against the denim as he leaned in, kissing her neck, sucking the warm skin there.

Ji-yeon moaned, low and happy, pushing her ass back against him. She giggled, playful, turning her head to nuzzle his cheek. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, voice thick with love, “you’re so playful today. Mommy loves when you take what you need.”

Her hands dropped the towels, reaching back to grip his hips, pulling him closer. His cock slid between her thighs, hot against her shorts, precum smearing the fabric. He thrust slow, dry-humping her ass, hands mauling her tits, pinching, pulling, lost in how perfect she felt.

Then, BAM BAM BAM.

Loud knocking rattled the door.

“I know you freaks are in there!” a woman’s voice yelled, sharp and pissed. “Get out right now, or I’m calling security!”

Panic took over Edward. Without thinking, brain still fogged from the orgasm, he stumbled to the door, yanking it open.

Standing there was a gorgeous blonde flight attendant, uniform crisp and the name tag said her name was ‘Brooke’. Tall and curvy but her face was twisted in disgust.

Her eyes dropped.

Straight to his exposed cock, still hard, glistening.

She gasped, hand flying to her mouth. Behind him, Ji-yeon stood half-naked, tits out, cum-streaked towels on the counter, looking annoyed at the interruption.

“You fucking perverts!” Brooke hissed, face red. “This is a family room! I’m reporting both of you!”

She spun on her heel, storming off down the corridor, heels clicking fast.

Edward stood frozen, door wide open, cock out, heart slamming.

Ji-yeon stepped up behind him, pressing her bare tits to his back, hand sliding down to cup his balls gently.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she murmured, kissing his shoulder. “Mommy’s here.”

Edward’s brain kicked into overdrive, panic sharpening everything.

Brooke was already rounding the corner, her back rigid with righteous fury. Security would be here in minutes. He’d be detained, questioned, maybe arrested, cock out, cum on some girl’s thighs, in a family room.

No time.

He fished the phone from his sagging pocket, pants still around his thighs, cock swinging half-hard. His thumb swiped frantically, camera up, aiming at her retreating form just as she disappeared around the bend.

Click.

The violet outline snapped around her frozen image on screen.

BROOKE LAWSON (26)

The prompt box popped open.

His heart slammed against his ribs. Ji-yeon’s warm tits pressed to his back, her breath soft on his neck.

He typed fast, adrenaline making his fingers shake. He had to save this situation somehow.