A Drive with Jaehun's Mom
The car slipped free of the city and ran out along a long, straight national highway where mountains and open fields unrolled on either side. The road was quiet enough that the whole world felt wide open. The cabin of the big sedan was spacious too—plenty of room to stretch his legs.
“Auntie, a car like this has to be expensive, right?”
“It is. But if you asked for one, Minwoo, I could give it to you. I told you before—I’ve got money.”
“Come on. Even if you just handed me a car like this, I couldn’t keep it. The maintenance alone would be insane.”
“Then use the card I gave you last time to cover it.”
She glanced over at him and winked.
“Oh. Right. Heh.”
“Hohoho.”
“So where are we going, anyway?”
“Toward the ocean. You’ve been grinding away at your studies, so Auntie’s taking you for a drive.”
“I was just thinking how clear and open everything feels.”
“Then Auntie did a good job today, didn’t she?”
“Yes. Very well done.”
It had been a while since they’d seen each other, and even the smallest jokes felt easy and bright. The tightness that exam prep had packed into his chest finally loosened.
They drove for a long stretch before the car pulled into the parking lot of a quiet little park. The place sat right beside the highway and held a few odd sculptures; it clearly wasn’t popular. The small lot was completely empty.
“Auntie, is this it?”
“No. A little farther. About twenty more minutes.”
He rolled down the window and looked around.
“Then where are we? Have I been kidnapped? Haha.”
“That’s right. Our Minwoo has been kidnapped by Auntie.”
From the driver’s seat she twisted at the waist, leaning toward him until her face was close. Her pink-tinted lips shone moistly; a soft fragrance drifted over. The way she bent pulled the knit top taut across her chest, quietly emphasizing the line of her cleavage. Half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips made it look as if her mind was already full of desire.
“Would it be all right if Auntie had a little something to eat before we go?”
Her hand came to rest on his pants and gave his cock a light tap.
“Would it be okay if I sucked Minwoo’s cock a bit before we arrive?”
Not long ago she would have blushed at words like that. After they’d slept together at her house, though, she had grown blunt. She offered the things he wanted before he even asked.
“Of course. I’ve been saving up a full load just for you, Auntie.”
“Oh my, really? I’m going to swallow every drop.”
“Yes. Have a little here first, then more later.”
“Hoho. Minwoo, let me slide the seat back.”
She pressed a button and his seat glided far to the rear, opening a space between the chair and the dashboard wide enough for a person to kneel comfortably. A full-size luxury sedan really was different—the sense of room alone felt luxurious.
“Auntie’s coming down,” she said, and climbed across toward him.
As she swung her legs over, the short knit dress rode up and bared the full, ripe curve of her ass. She settled on her knees in the footwell in front of his seat and began kneading his cock through his pants. Compared to the cramped car sex he’d had with Juhyun last time, today felt almost like a hotel suite.
“Right now I’m only going to suck Minwoo’s. Okay?”
“Yes. Perfect.”
Without any further teasing she opened his zipper, tugged pants and underwear down to his knees, and let his still-soft cock come free, looking almost cute in its unready state.
“Oh my, why is Minwoo’s cock so adorable? Hoho. Auntie will get it hard for you right away.”
She swept one side of her hair back behind her neck, then took him fully into her mouth.
A wet, warm sound. Her saliva heated him at once; her soft tongue coiled and stroked the pliant flesh, and he felt blood rush downward. It didn’t take long. The shaft stiffened into a solid column; the mushroom head swelled, proud and firm.
She hollowed her cheeks around him, then pulled off long enough to speak.
“Oh my, it stands up so fast.”
“Because Auntie’s so good at it.”
“Oh, you…”
After the brief exchange she pressed her face to him again. This time she didn’t take the shaft first; she drew one of his balls into her mouth and sucked gently. Then she turned her head and carefully licked away the precum that had already begun to trail down the column, before soft-tonguing the sensitive underside of the head.
Wet, deliberate sounds. The new texture of her blowjob made his cock twitch; clear fluid welled freely from the tip under the dizzying stimulation. After long minutes of lips and tongue she finally took him into her mouth again and began to bob her head.
Wet, rhythmic suction. As time passed the strokes lengthened; the wet sounds grew louder; her hair fell into disarray across his thighs. Even when the head bumped the back of her throat she only gagged softly and pushed deeper still. Her saliva mixed with his precum into a thick, slick film that leaked from the corners of her mouth, ran down his groin, and dripped onto the car seat.
This was a world away from Juhyun’s clumsy attempts—pure experience.
While she worked him with her mouth, one hand slipped under his T-shirt and rolled his nipple, pinching now and then to pull the pleasure higher. From above she looked like a subject kneeling before a king, head driving steadily. The knit dress had ridden high enough that her bare ass invited a grip, but his hands couldn’t quite reach.
Then heat bloomed from the base of his cock all the way to his prostate—a clear signal that he was ready to come.
“Ah—Auntie. I’m close.”
Feeling the twitch that meant he was about to spill, she sealed her lips tighter and accelerated, sucking harder and faster. The stronger pull and speed made his whole body shudder; his hips jerked. He grabbed her hair and yanked her down hard, burying himself deep in her throat. A few more fierce thrusts and a blinding rush hit him; he poured his load straight down her throat.
Thick pulses. A choked sound. The semen he had been holding for so long kept coming in long surges inside her mouth. She waited until every spurt finished, then swallowed the full mouthful in several gulps. Afterward she licked the shaft and head clean of any remaining traces and finished with one last powerful suck that hollowed both cheeks.
A wet pop as she released him.
She looked up at him, face flushed deep red. Her lips were swollen from the work; mascara had run with the tears that streaked her cheeks—tears forced out, he guessed, by the repeated scrape of his cock against her throat. Her hair was a wild mess; nothing of the earlier neatness remained. That wrecked look only showed how hard she had worked for him, and he found it so lovely that he stroked her hair.
“Minwoo, was it good?”
“Yes, Auntie. It was amazing.”
“You like having your friend’s mom suck your cock?”
“Of course. Enough that I’d want it every day.”
“Really? Hoho.”
She pulled out wet wipes, cleaned the semen from her chin and the seat, then helped him pull his pants back up and straighten his clothes. Once she had climbed back to the driver’s side she tidied her own outfit, glancing over at him every so often with a bright smile.
He opened the windows to clear the heated air inside the car; the cool October breeze flowed in, clean and refreshing. Eyes closed, he let the wind wash over him until every worry seemed to fall away and his mind went quiet.
After she had redone her makeup and smoothed her hair, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. She kissed it several more times, as if reluctant to stop, then returned to her seat and reclined it a little.
“Minwoo. Let’s rest five minutes, then go.”
“Yes. Sounds good.”
The cool wind filled the cabin and carried away the last traces of the fierce heat that had just filled it.
“Do you like doing this with Auntie, Minwoo?”
“Yes. I do.”
“I told you last time—Auntie likes it too. I don’t regret it at all.”
“Honestly, I like Myeong-hui Auntie better than girls my own age.”
He knew a relationship with his friend’s mother was something society would condemn without forgiveness. Yet just as his body wanted hers, hers wanted his. If it had only been lust boiling over, they would have stopped at sex. But the conversations, the simple feeling of being together—those held love as well. Wanting to stay near someone, talk with them, hold their hand: that only happened when love was present.
Leaning back in her seat, she reached over and gently laced her fingers through his. Soft skin pressed close; warmth passed between them. She gave their joined hands a light squeeze and turned her head to look at him. He met her eyes. Her lips parted as if she meant to speak, then closed again. A moment later the corners of her mouth trembled and she said,
“Minwoo, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It was the truth. He loved her. Both of them also knew it could never truly work. The fact that every minute spent with her felt so purely happy left a quiet sadness in one corner of his heart.
They simply looked into each other’s eyes for a long time.
Eventually she spoke again.
“Shall we go now? Our Minwoo must be getting hungry.”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
Before she started the engine they shared a light kiss.
After a long drive the car finally stopped in front of a luxury hotel that looked like a palace. The building rose dozens of stories high along a broad stretch of coastline; every floor had a terrace facing the sea, the kind of place that made a person want to stay the night just to wake up to that view.
“Wow. It’s really beautiful, Auntie.”
“There’s a restaurant on the first floor. It’s one of those places that blow up on social media.”
“Isn’t it insanely expensive?”
“Today you’re paying with the card Auntie gave you. Got it?”
“Yes.”
A moment later a bellboy in a crisp uniform approached the car. White-gloved hands opened the door with a polite bow. He guided them to the hotel entrance, then climbed in to park the vehicle.
Minwoo thought to himself, Wow. This really is a high-end hotel.
Inside the restaurant, light from silver chandeliers struck crystal ornaments and scattered a soft glow. Tables stood on thick luxury rugs laid over grand marble floors. Each place setting was perfect—precisely folded napkins, menus waiting.
“Reservation under Kim Myeong-hui.”
The manager checked the name and led them to a spacious private room with a full ocean view. The secret room, closed to ordinary diners, felt wide and unhurried. An entire wall of glass brought the sea right into the space. Quiet jazz played at a low volume; the room felt like a private lounge floating on the water.
“This is your room. Please ring the bell when you’re ready to order.”
The manager gave a brief explanation and left.
“A place like this actually exists?”
Minwoo’s eyes were round.
“Well? Do you like it, Minwoo? They say you have to wait a whole year to reserve this room.”
“Really? Then how—?”
“I called in every connection I had. I wanted to eat a good meal alone with you.”
“Wow. That’s incredible.”
He was so excited he spent a long time photographing every corner.
Soon the food they had ordered arrived. Dishes plated with artistic precision came with fine wine; each piece looked like something to be admired as much as eaten. Fresh seafood crowned with caviar sat beside a perfectly caramel-brown tenderloin steak that made his mouth water just looking at it. On a side plate, tiny, charming finger foods caught his eye.
The waiter poured wine halfway into each glass, bowed politely, and withdrew.
“Let’s eat, Minwoo. I asked them to bring everything at once on purpose. Did well, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Very well done. Our Myeong-hui.”
“Myeong-hui? Hoho. That feels nice.”