The Tyrant Son and the Forbidden Women (2)
What? She was saying he suspected us?
There was a raw urgency in her texts. Not a single soul knew about our relationship. At least, we had never let it show in front of Seongdae...
Ah... actually, we had. A few times.
It came back to me all at once — the time I'd been caught peeking at Seongdae's mom's KakaoTalk profile picture. I'd wriggled off the hook by playing the pitiful card, but Seongdae had still looked at me with suspicion in his eyes.
And just a few days ago, Seongdae had shown up at my place looking for her — while she and I were in the middle of scorching-hot sex. He was sharp as a blade. The charged air in that room alone would have been enough for him to guess what was going on between us.
Even so... there couldn't have been any direct evidence...
I couldn't figure out what proof Seongdae could possibly have that would make him suspect something between her and me.
I fired off the message without even taking the time to wash up and flagged down a taxi. Her juices were still smeared thick across my throbbing cock.
"You're here?"
I arrived at a near-run, and she was there to greet me. She wore a white cotton dress that fell to her knees, her face faintly flushed, her voice pitched a little higher than usual.
God, she was so fucking pretty...
Seongdae or no Seongdae, that elegant, innocent look of hers was enough to make me fall for her all over again. The white dress clung just enough to hint at every curve, a line of buttons running from her chest all the way down. If I undid them one by one — pop, pop — her full breasts and the line of her groin would be laid completely bare.
"What do I do..."
While I was lost in that innocent beauty, she was trembling with worry, staring at me. Even the way she fidgeted, anxious and frightened, was adorable.
"Tell me exactly what happened."
Seongdae finding out about us was a serious problem no matter how you sliced it.
How the hell did that bastard figure it out?
"Last night I was hanging up the laundry..."
She came up beside me and started walking me through everything that had happened the night before. Through the scoop neck of her dress, her ivory bra and the pale valley of her cleavage were on full display.
The gist of it: Seongdae had come up to her while she was hanging the wash. Then he'd pulled a scrap of fabric from his pocket.
"It was my panties."
"What!?"
"The ones I was wearing when I did it with you, Dongho..."
Seongdae had held up her panties, waving them in her face, and said:
"Mom, you got yourself a man?"
What!? Not only waving her panties around, but asking if she'd gotten herself a man?
Even for a tyrant like Seongdae, the way he talked to her was past disrespect and into something uglier.
"What did he mean by that?"
I let out a slow breath, keeping myself steady, and listened.
There had been a few slip-ups during that last scorching session at her house. We'd done everything we could to dodge Seongdae's father and Seongdae himself when they barged in, but the traces of sex we'd left all over the house were still there. I'd been worried about that, deep down...
"Why were Mom's panties in the kitchen?"
In the end, Seongdae had found the most damning evidence first. He'd held up those panties — soaked through with her juices and my cum worked into the fabric — and confronted her with them.
I could picture her face going scarlet, stumbling over her words, unable to answer. A woman who'd never known anything but her family and her son, being asked if she had a man. That question alone would have thrown her completely.
"I denied it like crazy. Said I had no idea how they got there either..."
The image of her stammering in a panic almost made me laugh. It would have been pretty cute...
"And then what did he say?"
"Seongdae thought about it for a long time... and then he said, 'Dongho did this, didn't he...'"
What...? He thought I did it?
For a second I wondered if I'd heard her right. How the hell would Seongdae know it was me? It didn't even make sense for him to suspect me. He treated me like I was invisible — a total loser. Someone like me shouldn't even register on his radar...
"Why would he... suspect me?"
My voice was shaking along with hers at the sudden turn.
"I'm not sure exactly... but he brought up that time you slept over at our place."
Ah...
That night came flooding back — the first time I'd fallen asleep at Seongdae's mom's house. I'd taken her panties, wrapped them around my cock, and blown my load all over them in the bathroom. I'd stuffed those cum-stained panties into the laundry hamper and thought I'd gotten away with the perfect crime.
Had Seongdae seen that...?
"And then he just went into his room..."
Her voice was trembling. What must it feel like for a mother to have her own son suspect her of cheating? And if he found out the other man was me — his own friend? That was a scenario I didn't even want to imagine.
"For now... it's not hard evidence, so let's just wait and see."
"Is that really okay?"
"Yeah. We'll keep things quiet for a while... Seongdae won't be able to confirm anything."
I looked into her big eyes and stroked her hair. She seemed a little reassured; a faint smile touched that elegant face.
"I missed you so much..."
The urge to pull her into my arms right then surged through me. Through the open neckline of her dress, her breasts swayed. The impulse to leave kiss marks all over them flared hot and sudden.
"Me too..."
"Really?"
"Yeah... when I'm with you, Dongho, I feel at peace..."
Before I knew it, she was resting her head on my shoulder. Was it her sweet perfume, or that floral scent that was uniquely hers? Either way, it teased at my nose. Blood rushed south, flooding a crotch that had been hanging limp just a moment ago.
"Hahh... look at me."
Her large eyes found mine. I could see that pale face flushing red with embarrassment. The sweet breath slipping from between her red lips...
I slowly pressed my mouth over hers.
"Mmph..."
A lewd little moan spilled from both of us. I slipped my hand inside her thin dress, which hung all the way to her knees.
"Hahh..."
The smoothness of her skin transferred straight to my palm. My hand rode over that velvety flesh, creeping closer and closer to her center.
"Ah... we can't..."
Her mouth broke from the kiss and she caught my hand.
"Why... why not?"
We'd been right in the middle of getting hot...
I looked into her eyes, wanting an explanation. Did she not want to make love with me right now?
"I... I'm on my period..."
She averted her gaze, looking embarrassed. That's right. Before she was a wife and a mother, she was a woman. It was the most natural thing in the world, and yet it felt strangely unfamiliar.
Her, on her period...
Just imagining something flowing down over her pussy sent an even stranger rush of excitement through me.
"Ah... so we can't do it right now?"
"Yeah. From today, it's going to be hard for about a week..."
She squeezed my hand tightly, looking just as disappointed as I felt.
I wouldn't be able to fuck her for a while. I suddenly had no will to live. Not one day, not two — I had to wait a whole week...
The fact that she was on her period didn't make my dick go down. If anything, the perverse situation had it straining so hard it felt like it might punch through my pants.
"I feel bad..."
Seeing the disappointment on my face, she sounded apologetic.
"Then... take care of it another way."
"What?"
"Do it... another way... with your mouth."
My cock was already standing at full attention, craving her body. There was no moment in which I could suppress my lust for her. I was being pretty bold about it.
"Dongho... that's a little..."
What? She sucked me off so eagerly whenever we had sex, and now she was saying that's a little much?
Her refusing a blowjob just made me more stubborn.
Ah. Right. I had something to tell her.
"Ah. You owe me a reward."
"A reward? What kind of reward?"
"I found someone... who can talk Seongdae around."
"What!?"
Her eyes went round. Then she beamed at me, that beautiful face lighting up with genuine joy.
"Really?"
"Yes. I recruited them myself, so don't worry, Auntie."
"Oh my... Dongho...!"
She threw her arms around me. For a woman who said she couldn't even sleep because of Seongdae, having me around must have been a real comfort.
"I deserve a reward... don't I?"
"Well... a reward, huh..."
"I qualify, right?"
I looked her straight in the eyes, pressing her. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, studying my face. But the hesitation didn't last...
Her hand slowly drifted to my crotch and began stroking the angry bulge there. My cock, already twitching taut against my pants, bucked even harder at her touch.
"Dongho was... a good boy today..."
Pop.
Her fingers found my zipper and started easing it down.
"Auntie's going to give you your reward..."
My rock-hard cock sprang out, bouncing right in front of her big eyes. She took hold of my pants and slowly, smoothly, pulled them down.