Visiting Jaehun's House (1)
I arrived at Jaehun's place, straightened my clothes, and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong.
The moment the door opened, I thought my breath would stop.
Jaehun's mother stood there waiting for me.
She wore a tight knit dress that looked like something straight out of a polished "missy" lookbook. The silhouette of her figure showed through softly, natural curves drawing the eye. Her wavy black hair spilled down to her shoulders, gleaming as it brushed against them, and a slow smile spread across her face.
"Oh my, Minwoo. You're here."
"Hello, Auntie."
My tone stayed calm, but my heart was pounding harder than ever. Just standing in the doorway, her presence, her scent, the way she moved—none of it would let my eyes go.
"Come on in."
"You're home even though it's a weekday."
"My rank at the company is pretty high, you know. I switched to working from home today. Come inside."
She set a pair of indoor slippers in front of me and turned toward the living room. My gaze followed her back without thinking. The gray dress clung with just enough stretch that every step highlighted the subtle sway of her hips and waist, the faint lines of her underwear showing through the fabric and tightening the air with a quiet sexual tension.
"You made it?"
Jaehun was sprawled sideways on the sofa, eyes never leaving the TV as he tossed out a greeting. Noisy sound spilled from the screen, and the game pad dumped across the cushions painted a perfect picture of his usual day.
"Minwoo, you need lunch, right?"
Auntie asked from the kitchen where she was organizing side-dish containers.
"No, I'm fine. I already ate. You don't have to worry about me."
"Really? Then I'll put some snacks and fruit on the table. Eat while you play."
Jaehun's mom set out all sorts of things for us.
"Thank you, Auntie."
"Sure. Call me if you need anything."
She went into her room. She must have paused her remote work just long enough to take care of us.
"Hey, wanna game?"
Jaehun brought over a few bags of snacks and powered on the console.
"This one's brand new. People say it's crazy fun."
His eyes sparkled as he launched into an explanation of the new title, but none of it reached my ears. My gaze stayed locked on the room Auntie had entered. I drew a deep breath, trying to catch more of the scent she had left behind in the living room.
"Huh? What the hell. Why won't this work?"
Jaehun pulled the disc out and shoved it back in.
"What's wrong?"
"I just bought this new and it won't even run."
"Defective disc maybe?"
"Ugh. This is so annoying."
He held the disc up to the light, turning it this way and that. Then, face twisted with irritation, he called somewhere and spent a long while arguing over the phone.
"Minwoo, I'm gonna go exchange this. I got it at the game shop right up the street and they said they'll swap it."
"Want me to come with?"
"Nah, you stay. I'll just run there and back."
"Whatever you say."
Jaehun threw on some clothes and slammed out through the front door.
Bang.
He's gonna break the door one of these days.
The sound of the door crashing shut made Auntie jump and come out of her room.
"What was that?"
"Oh, Jaehun went to the game shop to exchange something. He said he'll be right back."
"Really? You startled me."
"Minwoo, want something to drink?"
"Uh... yes, thank you."
Politeness said I should refuse, but I wanted to look at her a little longer, so I accepted with thanks.
She poured juice into a glass, brought it to the sofa, and sat down right beside me. When she settled, a fresh grassy scent rose from her body.
"Thank you. But you're busy even working from home, Auntie."
I smiled lightly as I spoke, never looking away from her. This wasn't just about the drink; I wanted more time together, so the question came out naturally.
"Yeah, I've been working nonstop since morning. Since our Minwoo is here, I figured I'd take a little break and chat."
Even her smiling expression and the smallest gesture made my heart hammer.
"You always look so stylish, Auntie. Even at home you dress so nicely."
"I'm getting older. If I don't put in at least this much effort, I age overnight."
"No way. You don't look old at all. Outside people would believe me if I said you were my older sister."
"Oh my, really? Even if it's just flattery, that makes me happy."
She seemed pleased; she patted my thigh lightly with her palm and laughed. Feeling good myself, I poured on more compliments.
"You're nothing like my other friends' moms, Auntie. You're completely beautiful."
"Look at this kid. I'm so happy my sore shoulder feels completely better."
"Your shoulder hurts? Want me to massage it a little? I'm really good at massages. Human massage machine right here."
"Really? Then... could I ask for just a little?"
She smiled and turned her back toward me. I slowly lifted my hands and pressed gently on her shoulders. Her bare skin and body heat came through completely. Behind her hair the grassy scent grew even stronger.
"You're really knotted up here, Auntie."
I massaged her trapezius with soft fingertips. The smooth texture of her skin under my hands felt too good. After about a minute of steady work—
"Nn... mmm."
A short, relieved moan slipped out of her as she closed her eyes.
While I gently worked her shoulders, my gaze drifted naturally down the back of her neck and along the line of her throat. I could feel her breathing; the faint fragrance from her hair tickled the tip of my nose.
"Does it hurt, Auntie?"
"No. It feels so good. Soft and refreshing. You can go a little harder."
"Okay."
I followed the line of her shoulders and neck, slowly adjusting the pressure. My fingertips moved in small motions, feeling her muscles and curves. She seemed to surrender her body to me, leaning subtly closer in my direction. That gave me more confidence.
"I'm going to work the whole shoulder area now, Auntie."
"Nn. Mmm. All right."
Every time my hands moved, her body twitched and her breathing grew a little rougher. I pressed the back of her trapezius with my thumbs while my other four fingers massaged down toward the area just below her collarbone. Soft, yielding flesh from the upper part of her chest registered under my fingertips.
"Minwoo... your hands... are really... warm."
Her voice, eyes still closed, trembled low. She made no move to push my hands away. Emboldened, I gradually massaged farther down past the collarbone. Suddenly my fingertips brushed her bra, and I slipped them the tiniest bit inside. My heart was already pounding as if it would burst.
The shoulder massage was long forgotten; before I knew it my hands were working only the upper swell of her breasts. Whether she noticed or not, she offered no resistance, eyes closed as if she were simply enjoying the moment. Or so I guessed.
"Haa... it's been so long. Having a man massage me... haa..."
A man.
The moment I heard her roughened breath and the words she let out trembling, I was certain. She was enjoying this too. After losing her husband, she probably hadn't met another man because of Jaehun. How much must she have missed a man's touch after all this time?
I found more courage and spoke.
"Then... may I massage you a little more actively?"
No answer came. A few seconds of silence passed, then a reply so soft it was almost inaudible reached my ear.
"...Yes."
The instant I heard it I massaged more boldly, more openly. With every press of force I eased my hands a little farther inside her bra. Already half of my four fingers were inside, nearly at her nipples. I could feel her breathing growing steadily rougher.
"Ah... haa... ahh..."
Now I was sure. She was enjoying this too. After her husband's death she wouldn't have seen other men for Jaehun's sake. How long she must have ached for a man's hands.
I drew larger circles, gently massaging the upper part of her chest. My hands were fully inside the bra now, kneading the soft flesh with enthusiasm—yet I still never quite reached the tips. That was the last line I had to keep.
"Haa."
Her breathing came even faster than before. She tilted her head back slightly and rested it against my right shoulder. The seductive scent of her hair brushed past my nose. Her weight leaning on me nearly toppled me backward, but I braced my core and held on. Right beside my ear she kept her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, exhaling quickly. The warmth so close to my face, our breaths beginning to mingle—the tension climbed to a razor edge.
"...Haa... ahh... a little more..."
She spoke between short breaths. I lost my reason.
The moment the words ended I pushed my hands deeper inside the bra.
Slick.
Her nipples met my palms and I boldly claimed her breasts.
"...Haa... good."
Her faint breaths had become rough ones that made her chest rise and fall. The hot air she exhaled right next to my ear drove my arousal higher. I rolled her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger, then squeezed and released her whole breasts with my palms again and again. Soft flesh gathered and spread under the shape of my hands; matching that rhythm she let out tiny moans.
"Haa... hnn... ah..."
Her continuing sounds made my cock swell until it felt ready to burst; the lightest touch would have made me spill. I was wound that tight.
"Haa... Minwoo, Auntie shouldn't... be doing this... I've gone crazy... haap."
Her extremely aroused moans filled the room.
"Ah... hnn. Doing this with my son's friend... I shouldn't. I'm just too turned on. Th-that's why..."
When I gently rolled her nipples she tried to say something more but couldn't finish, only exhaling hard. Every time I twisted the tips, the hand she had rested on my thigh clenched tight.
"It's been so long since Auntie felt like this... haa... I don't think I'm in my right mind."
"It's okay, Auntie. It feels really good for me too."
"My breasts... they haven't sagged, have they?"
"No. They're amazing."
I massaged her even more gently.
"Minwoo... can you kiss Auntie too?"
Still leaning on my shoulder, she turned her head and looked at me. Without a word I covered her lips with mine. The instant our mouths met she slipped her tongue into me, and I welcomed it.
Schlick. Chup.
We searched each other's mouths without pause, tongues moving constantly, endlessly sharing saliva. Hers was sweet; her tongue was softer than anything. All the while I never stopped kneading her breasts. The position made my arm go numb, but I didn't care.
"Minwoo. Should Auntie take the bra off? Want to see them yourself?"
The moment I heard that, I felt precum spurt from my cock. The sheer wrongness of doing this in my friend's house with my friend's mom crashed over me in a wave of forbidden heat.
"C-can I really?"
She turned her body fully toward me. Reaching behind herself over the dress, she unhooked the bra. Then she slipped one arm, then the other, free through the neckline of the dress. With her back, shoulders, and arms completely bare, she used one hand to hold the lowered dress just high enough to barely cover her chest. I clutched my nearly exploding heart and fixed my eyes on the edge of her breasts.
"I'm taking it down."
She said it and lowered both the dress and the bra to her waist. Her upper body was fully exposed; the white, clean, luscious breasts filled my vision. They looked like a full C-cup, maybe even a D.
"Auntie... your breasts are so pretty."
I spoke as if entranced, never taking my eyes off them. And without meaning to, one more sentence slipped out.
"Can I... suck on them?"