Her Secret Proposal (2)
The walk home hadn't felt this thrilling in a very long time — not since my parents died.
After the accident, I drifted for quite a while. Why go on living? Bit by bit, I had been losing the will to stay alive. When I was home alone, I counted myself lucky to get even one meal down in a day.
The person who watched that sorry state with the most heartache, who looked after me, was Seongdae's mom. On weekends she would come up and stock the fridge — homemade meat dishes, seasoned namul, tubs of frozen rice — then quietly vanish. What I loved about the way she cared for me was that she never offered a word of comfort.
People who knew my situation always had something to say.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you eating properly?"
"You must be so lonely."
I understood why they said those things. They saw me as an unfortunate boy playing householder.
Turning thoughts like these over in my head, I arrived at my front door. Seven o'clock. I had just barely made the time we'd agreed on.
The first condition for becoming friends with her was attraction.
I looked around the room and sighed. There was no way I could let her see this dump. Forget yoga — the second she walked in, she'd start cleaning. I needed to get the place ready for her.
I opened the windows to air it out and sprayed Febreze I never used. I hung up the clothes piled in every corner and gave the bathroom a quick once-over. I cleared all of it in just ten minutes. Whew. That should do it.
Ding-dong.
The bell rang, and her voice came through the door.
"Dongho, it's Auntie."
I couldn't contain the trembling in my chest.
Her brown wavy hair was down, falling to her shoulders. In a sky-blue short-sleeved top and shorts that came down to just above her knees, her body looked taut and springy. When she caught me looking her over, her cheeks seemed to flush a little.
"I brought a change of clothes. I figured I couldn't very well be coming and going from your place in something this short..."
In her hands were a pair of white leggings and a sports bra. She was going to change here, work out, change back, and head downstairs. She stepped into the room with a shy little smile.
"Oh my. You cleaned up a bit."
"Yes. I figured I should at least get ready to exercise."
She looked around the living room here and there, as if inspecting the house.
"You've more or less picked up the trash, but... want Auntie to finish up?"
She didn't seem satisfied with my cleaning. I'd done it in ten minutes, so that was fair enough. What did a little cleaning matter? I wanted to throw the rag aside and start yoga with her.
"I'll clean it once you leave, Auntie~"
"Oh, that won't do. It's been a while since I've been over, so let Auntie just wipe the floors for you."
She set the leggings on the sofa and went straight to the bathroom.
This isn't how it was supposed to go...
I had waited through every class today just for this hour. I felt the wind go out of my sails for no good reason.
"It's really fine..."
"No, just wait a minute. Go sit on the sofa over there."
She went to the bathroom, wrung out a rag, and dropped to her knees. Her loose white shorts pulled tight around her firm thighs. She looked around for a moment, then knelt in front of the TV stand and started wiping the floor.
Swish-swish.
The only sound in the living room was her on her knees, working the rag across the floor. I swallowed hard as I took in the view of her from behind. In those white shorts, her firm ass rose toward the ceiling, her hips swaying with every stroke. The shorts that had reached her knees had ridden up, bunched tight against her thighs. Seen from behind, her body was nothing short of voluptuous — thick, firm thigh meat folding over itself, and beneath that, the clean line of her calves. Every time she inched forward across the floor, that plump flesh bounced.
"Haa..."
Once she'd finished the stretch of living room in front of the TV, she started letting out soft little breaths. In the quiet living room, her breathing filled the space. She turned around to face me and started wiping the middle of the floor.
Swish-swish.
Facing me now, her loose sky-blue t-shirt had fallen slightly open. Just barely visible, her cleavage swayed beneath the line of her gaze. Inside the parted shirt, her white breasts were heaving. I leaned further back into the sofa, pretending to look elsewhere. When she turned her body fully toward me, the outline of those swaying breasts came into view.
A white bra. The inside of the cups holding her plump breasts showed through clearly. She'd probably worn it to match the leggings today. I thought of the thong I'd seen on her last time. I wanted to grab the panties she'd worn to work out, ball them in my fist, and bury my nose in them. I wanted to wrap them around my cock and stroke it up and down.
I forced myself to focus. Her slender wrists were slowly working the rag across the floor.
"Haa..."
Her breathing grew a little rougher. Even for her, wiping this place down alone wouldn't be easy. I didn't get up. I wanted to keep watching. I couldn't miss these crucial moments.
Her loose t-shirt was falling open even more. If I slipped my hand inside and grabbed those breasts through the white bra... Just thinking of her nipples — I wondered what color they were — standing stiff, blood started rushing to my groin.
Ah. I shouldn't be getting like this already. I made myself a promise: tonight I would think of her and have a long, hot night.
"Ahem. Is it hard work?"
I spoke up, just to break the awkward atmosphere.
"Haa... haa... It's a little warm, hehe..."
She said it while wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. That look of hers was so adorable I could barely stand it. How noble a sight this was. A genuine, heartfelt love of one's neighbor. If God existed, she'd be going straight to heaven. Of course, I'd be the one holding her hand.
She wiggled her ass as she wiped her way across the living room floor. Twenty minutes had already gone by. At this rate we'd only have thirty minutes left to exercise... I started to get impatient.
"Auntie, that's enough here — I'll do the rest later."
"No, while I'm at it I'll finish your room too~. Auntie's not tired."
She smiled sweetly and waved the rag.
"No, really~ We don't have much class time left."
She looked at the clock and hesitated for a moment.
"Alright. But you have to wipe the room too!"
"Of course!"
Of course I wasn't going to wipe that floor. Not unless it was my own cum, spilled while thinking of her, that had splattered there.
She picked up the leggings and went into my room. I quietly took up a position in front of the door.
Rustle-rustle.
From inside, I could hear her changing clothes. I imagined her body as she peeled off that loose sky-blue t-shirt and those white shorts — her firm lower body and ample breasts coming into view, then squeezing into white leggings, changing into a white sports bra. Right now she'd be looking around my room in nothing but her bra and panties.
Oh, shit.
On my desk, next to the laptop, the tissues stained with cum were still sitting there. Last night I'd watched MILF videos thinking of her and had a long, hot time. Like any guy living alone, I hadn't bothered with cleanup. I hoped she'd catch the scent of those tissues, still thick with last night. I imagined her face buried in them, intoxicated by the smell of my cum. I pictured my scattered semen smeared across her face, dripping down. She was sticking out her tongue, licking the cum that had run down her own cheeks.
Before I knew it, my cock was standing so stiff it felt like it would punch through my waistband.
Suddenly the door opened and she appeared.
It was only the second time I'd seen her in leggings, and it was even harder to get used to. That refined, innocent face. My friend's mother — the only adult who looked after me. And here she stood in front of her friend's son in skin-tight leggings and a sports bra that left her half-naked. Just that alone made the situation obscene.
"Wow... Auntie, those workout clothes look really good on you."
"Oh, stop... you've gotten good at joking since last time, Dongho."
She made a show of covering her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other. That gesture went past merely suggestive — it was downright seductive. The white leggings suited her explosive lower body perfectly. They hugged her eye-catching hip line and her ample ass nice and tight. The insides of her thick thighs were wrestling, almost touching.
Her white sports bra looked a size bigger than last time. She'd probably picked something less revealing, conscious of me being a man. Even so, it wasn't easy to hide those ample breasts. The flesh filling out against her white skin looked delicious even at a glance. Unable to bear the weight, soft handfuls of it peeked out at her armpits.
"I'm serious. You're more beautiful than girls my age."
"Stop inflating my ego~ Hehe. But Dongho, are you going to work out in those clothes?"
She said it while looking me up and down. For a moment her gaze seemed to gather at the center of my pants, where I was standing at attention.
"Ahem... ahem..."
She saw my cock, its outline clearly visible through the fabric, and turned her head as if embarrassed. A faint flush seemed to rise on her white face.
Shit. This thing won't go down. It's not my fault. It's because that body of hers is way too sexy to belong to a friend's mom.
I was wearing baggy black sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. She looked at my clothes and seemed to hesitate for a moment.
"These won't work?"
"That's right. For things like yoga or pilates, you need to be able to see the lines of the body. That's how you correct posture easily..."
"Hmm... then I'll go change into shorts and a t-shirt."
Once I changed, my erect cock stood out even more. Seeing her flushed face, my dick stayed hard and wouldn't go down. I threw the clothes on and came out to find her already sitting on the floor. She was sitting cross-legged, taking slow, deep breaths. I thought I could hear her breath pulsing from her trembling breasts.
I quietly sat down beside her and looked at her refined face. A rosy flush had spread across her white skin. Had she seen my erection too? My cock was probably harder and bigger than Seongdae's dad's — that bald old man's. I was sure of it.
"Dongho. Those clothes won't work."
"These are all I have..."
"Hmm... well, then I guess it can't be helped."
Suddenly a picture formed in my head.
"Auntie."
"Hmm?"
"There is one way..."
"Oh? What way?"
She turned toward me, curious. Her breasts, trapped in the white sports bra, swayed.
"It would work, if you're okay with it."
"What is it?"
At my provocative question, she looked startled for a moment.
"What?"
"If you don't see me as a man..."
Her large eyes wavered. Just the two of us, alone in my house. Her in a white sports bra and leggings, holding that seductive pose. In a situation this obscene, moisture was already beading at the tip of my cock — which had grown as hard as it could possibly get.