A Mother's First Orgasm
Jin Juhui lay on her side, panting after experiencing the first orgasm of her life. Each time she drew a breath, her voluptuous body trembled with shy little movements. Jo Jinsu stubbed out his cigarette, walked over to her, and finished pulling off the stockings and panties that still clung to one of her feet. Her body twitched several times—whether from resistance or from the heat still burning inside her, I couldn’t tell.
Once her lower body was completely bare, he stripped away her fully unbuttoned blouse and the bra that dangled loosely over her large breasts. Jin Juhui was now entirely naked. She curled up, trying to cover her chest and her pussy with both hands, but Jo Jinsu simply lifted her up. Just as he had done with my wife, he carried her mother in his arms and took her to the bathroom.
Under the hot spray of water, the naked woman once again melted beneath his caresses, her body growing feverish. She clung to him, kissing him deeply while he sucked on her breasts, moaning helplessly. After washing her thoroughly, Jo Jinsu carried her back to the bed, laid her down, and slipped an arm beneath her head like a pillow. Jin Juhui shyly lowered her eyes and nestled into his embrace.
Jo Jinsu kissed her forehead. Jin Juhui’s face flushed bright red.
Jin Juhui remained silent. But she had no choice but to obey him. She already knew that.
It was an absurd threat, yet it worked perfectly. Jo Jinsu had been prepared to use the video he’d secretly recorded on his laptop if necessary… but mother and daughter truly were cut from the same cloth. Both my wife and her mother fell so easily.
Jo Jinsu pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again. Jin Juhui shyly flicked her tongue, accepting his. While he lay there, she got up and put on her panties and bra. She felt unbearably self-conscious under his unwavering gaze as she dressed.
Modeling… It had been her dream when she was young. She had given it up because of her conservative family… At Jo Jinsu’s casual offer, Jin Juhui could only lower her head in silence and button up her blouse. She pulled on her stockings, slipped into her skirt, and finally put on her cardigan.
Jin Juhui left Jo Jinsu’s officetel with her head bowed. How many times had she heard the word “delicious” today… When she returned to her empty house, she spread both arms wide and collapsed onto the bed. She closed her eyes. No matter how hard she tried to shake it off, the memory of Jo Jinsu’s thick cock pounding her pussy wouldn’t disappear. The pleasure she had felt when he took her from behind like an animal…
“Haa… haa…”
Jo Jinsu kept his promise well. He didn’t contact my wife. There were no messages from her side either. In truth, my wife had been consumed by overwhelming guilt ever since she slept with him on the day I left for the military. She had already deleted his contact information, so I didn’t need to worry… The university TA still tried to flirt with her occasionally, but she brushed him off skillfully. She missed me. And… sometimes she remembered what it felt like to lie beneath a man, moaning. Whenever those thoughts came, she would shake her head fiercely, trying to drive away the wicked memories.
I was already approaching the final stretch of my boot camp training. Among my fellow trainees, I had become something of a celebrity—for two reasons. The first was my reputation as a torture magnet. I got caught during almost every training session, and my platoon mates had been punished because of me more times than I could count. Yet the moment training ended, they would swarm around me. They wanted to see photos of my girlfriend, Yun Chaehui, on her social media.
One of the guys had seen me leaving comments on her posts and spread the word. After that, the others would gather around me as soon as training was over, completely mesmerized by her pictures. Since my wife always loved pretty, slightly revealing clothes, the photos she uploaded were stunning and seductive enough to rival any celebrity. Being soldiers, their questions were often crude and direct. Had I slept with her? What was her bra size? Did I have any sexier photos?
At first they had simply asked, “Hey, show us some pictures,” but soon they started following her account themselves, and their numbers kept growing. By the final weeks of training, they no longer needed to come to me. Whenever I told her that these guys were training with me in the military, my wife accepted all their friend requests and followed them back. She believed it would help me get through my service more comfortably.
On weekends, when I video-called her, my bunkmates would crowd around like I was talking to a real celebrity. Once they saw her real face, the moment the call ended they would all disappear into the bathroom with their phones in hand. I knew exactly what they were going to do while thinking about my wife. The strange heat that rose in my chest and the flush that burned my face whenever I imagined it were emotions I couldn’t even begin to describe.
Some time after Jin Juhui had been fucked by Jo Jinsu and experienced her first orgasm, he finally contacted her. It was time for their first of the three promised meetings. In truth, ever since the day after he took her, my mother-in-law had been unable to put her phone down. She never knew when he might call… If her husband found out, it would be catastrophic. A woman who had never once deceived her husband in her entire life, who had never even told a single lie, was now lying to him because of an affair with another man.
She had expected him to reach out the very next day, or at least that weekend. But Jo Jinsu’s contact came later than she anticipated. He had been busy with modeling work, but it was also part of his deliberate strategy. He was already certain that she would never be able to forget the taste of sex. So he made her wait. His plan worked perfectly.
As a full week passed without any word from him, Jin Juhui began to burn with need. Every night, the memory of that pleasure returned. She couldn’t forget the powerful thrust of his hips as he spread her legs, or the overwhelming force with which he had flipped her over and taken her from behind while staring at her shameful rear.
And then, at last, Jo Jinsu called.
Ziiiiing—
When she saw the name on her screen, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat.
Even though the house was empty, she glanced around nervously before answering.
………………
It was a considerate choice. Her husband would be home on the weekend, so he had picked a weekday. As it happened, he was free that day too.
………………
She had no choice but to obey. If she didn’t, she had no idea what might happen to her daughter. The call came on Tuesday. Until Friday, Jin Juhui kept catching herself thinking about that day’s sex at the most unexpected moments, startling herself each time. My wife, too, sometimes felt her body growing hot when she remembered the continuous sexual experiences she had shared with Jo Jinsu, the university TA, and me. But for her mother, it was far more intense. A seductive woman in her forties had just discovered the taste of sex… It was completely different from my wife, who had entered the world of carnal pleasure in her early twenties.
And then Friday arrived. “Dress up nicely,” he had said. How should she dress…? After staring into her closet for a long time, Jin Juhui chose a t-shirt and jeans she had worn when she was young. Her figure had been incredible back then, but she had gained a little weight since. Both the t-shirt and jeans clung tightly to her mature curves.
‘Haa… maybe I should wear something else…’
No matter how she looked, her wardrobe contained nothing that a man in his twenties would find appealing. The only thing she could think of was this casual jeans-and-t-shirt look. Yet the way the tight denim hugged her hips and the way the thin fabric stretched across her full breasts… Looking at herself in the mirror, Jin Juhui thought,
‘It looks… surprisingly sexy…’
Matching the outfit, she let her hair down from its usual neat updo, letting it fall long before tying it back with a simple band. Dressed like she had returned to her virgin days, complete with the youthful hairstyle, she went to the officetel where Jo Jinsu lived and rang the doorbell. Coming here again of her own free will was unbearably humiliating… yet at the same time, her panties had grown slightly damp on the way over. Especially today—the intense memory of the very first orgasm she had ever experienced refused to fade.
Click.
When she pressed the bell, Jo Jinsu cracked the door open and looked her up and down.
She stepped inside.
His habit of mixing polite and crude speech irritated her, but Jin Juhui decided to ignore it.
With that, he walked over and pulled her into his arms with both hands. Startled, she pushed him away.
Jo Jinsu stood there with his arms still open.
He meant for her to step into his open arms and hug him. Jin Juhui bit her lower lip and walked into his embrace. His hands slid down her back and waist, then firmly grabbed the plump ass that jutted out beneath her jeans.
She let out a moan and immediately covered her mouth. After thoroughly kneading her full, round buttocks, Jo Jinsu said,
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and opened the door.