Visiting Jaehun's Place (2) — Juhyun Comes Over at Midnight

"Can I suck on them?"

The sheer taboo of it all tore the words from my mouth before I could stop them.

Auntie smiled, that sly little curve of her lips, and took my head in both hands, drawing me straight to her chest.

Schlick.

"Haahng…"

The moment her nipple slipped between my lips, a short moan escaped her.

Schlick. Suck. Schliiiick.

I went at her breasts like a man possessed. My tongue circled her nipple in slow, deliberate strokes while both hands kneaded those full, heavy curves.

"Haah… Minwoo… you're so good at this. Auntie's going to lose her mind."

"You like it, Auntie? Schlick. Suck. Schliiiick."

"Haaaah… it's been so long since a man sucked on my breasts like this… haang."

Still holding my head, Auntie eased herself down onto the sofa. The awkward angle vanished at once, and I could lose myself in her chest completely. I stretched out beside her on the wide cushions, mouth latched to one breast while my free hand worked the other without rest.

Her upper body was bare now, the gray dress she'd half-peeled off still bunched around her waist. The sight of her like that was so filthy, so raw, that my cock ached just from looking. I couldn't hold back any longer.

While I lay there devouring her, Auntie's hand closed over my cock through my pants.

"Hhk—"

I flinched, but there was no way I was taking my tongue off her breast. Her hand stroked me over the fabric for a moment, then slid slowly inside. When the waist button got in her way, she undid it with her other hand and dragged the zipper down. The sudden release of pressure on my cock and lower body felt almost cool, almost free.

Her soft palm inside my pants only made me burn hotter. She freed my cock from my underwear and twisted her grip around it, gentle and sure.

"Minwoo… your cock."

I never expected words like that out of her. The polished career-woman image shattered on the spot, and hearing her talk dirty sent another rush of blood straight to my dick. Precum was already spilling over, making her hand slicker still, and she used it—rolling her wrist, stroking me with practiced ease.

"Minwoo, you haven't come already, have you? There's so much wetness…"

"N-no. This much isn't—ahhh—hk."

Gulp. Gulp.

Semen burst from me without warning. Whether it was how good it felt or how filthy the whole situation was, I came before I could stop myself. A complete accident. Judging by the force of it, I'd shot out nearly twice my usual load. The cum soaked her dress and the sofa alike, leaving both of them glistening and wet.

"You came. Hehe. Auntie barely even touched you, and our Minwoo still finished."

She smiled sweetly as she kept stroking my cock, still shiny and dripping with my own release.

"I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was going to make you feel even better tonight. What a shame. Hehe."

"What? Really? Ah, damn it."

I could have gone all the way today? I cursed the cock that had given out on pure fantasy alone. But I was young. Twenty-three. Last year with Miho, I remembered going five rounds. One orgasm and I could be rock-hard again in no time—that was the age I was at.

"Auntie, I think I could get hard again pretty quick."

"Oh my, really? But what do we do? Jaehun should be back any minute."

She scrunched her brow in a cute little frown, clearly disappointed herself. Right—the guy who'd gone to the game shop down the street would be walking through the door soon. He had a real gift for killing a mood. I wondered if he even knew.

"As much as I hate to stop, this is as far as we go today. Come on, let's clean this up."

Auntie pulled the dress back up over her waist and covered herself.

"Come closer, Minwoo."

"Huh?"

Schlick.

She pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

"Thank you for making Auntie feel so good today. Will you do this for me again sometime?"

"Yes!"

I answered without a second's hesitation. Of course I would. Next time, I swore, I'd keep myself under control.

"Give me your phone, Minwoo."

"Here."

She took it and typed in her number.

"That's my number. Message me whenever you're bored."

"Really? I can contact you often?"

"Jaehun's around, so not in the evenings—late at night or during the day. Texts are fine too."

"Yes. I'd love that."

"Aww, so cute. Our Minwoo."

Auntie went into her room to change, and I pulled my pants back on roughly, then grabbed the wet wipes from the table and scrubbed every trace of my cum off the sofa. Once, twice, three times—just in case the smell ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lingered.

Beep-beep-beep-beep.

The door lock's keypad chirped. Jaehun was home.

Unbelievable timing.

"Yo, I swapped it out. Let's go again."

Jaehun walked in and shoved a disc straight into the console.

"Jaehun, I've gotta head out. We'll game next time."

"Yeah? You got plans?"

"Nah. Just drank too much last night. I'm wiped. Gonna go home and sleep."

"Well, can't be helped."

I stood up from the sofa and quietly slipped the used wet wipe into my pocket.

"Mom, Minwoo's leaving—pack him some side dishes!"

Auntie's door opened and she stepped out in a change of clothes. Jaehun didn't notice a thing; she'd switched into another gray outfit close enough to the first that it looked the same.

"Oh my. You're leaving already, Minwoo? Hold on—Auntie packed some side dishes for you. Take them with you."

"Yes, thank you."

She loaded the containers into a shopping bag and handed it over.

"Take care. Jaehun, see you later."

"Yeah."

As I said goodbye, Auntie, standing behind Jaehun, gave me a single, deliberate wink.

The second I stepped outside, the strength drained from my legs. Whether from how hard I'd tensed up or from dumping that much cum after so long, I couldn't tell—but my knees were shaking just from walking.

I pulled out my phone and sent a string of emoticons to the number Auntie had left me.

Back home, I unpacked the side dishes Jaehun's mother had sent with me. All kinds of them—and among them, the shredded dried squid salad I loved.

"Hm? What's this?"

In the corner of the shopping bag, I found a black plastic pouch. Something was inside, but it wasn't food—more like a handkerchief, soft to the touch. I opened it and nearly jumped out of my skin.

Panties. Black women's panties.

I carefully unfolded them—and jumped again. The crotch, right where it would have pressed against her pussy, was soaked through with a thin, clear fluid. A faint, musky scent brushed my nose, and I understood at once.

Jaehun's mom's panties. Her juices.

Without thinking, I touched my tongue to the wet fabric. A sweet taste bloomed across it. Yeah, it was perverted—but so what? I was alone in my own place.

There was a lot of it. Holding the panties in my hand, I watched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the liquid drip onto the floor in slow drops.

Ding.

A text. Jaehun's mom—the number I'd just saved.

Trading messages with Auntie, I wandered over to the bed and lay down.

After the messages ended, I lay back on the bed—and felt something damp in my pocket. I pulled it out: the wet wipe I'd used to clean up my cum earlier.

Right. Almost forgot.

I got up, tossed the wipe, and brought Auntie's panties back to bed with me. Turning them over, smelling them, studying every fold—before long my cock was standing at full, throbbing attention again.

I smeared the juices still clinging to the fabric slowly over my rock-hard dick. The slick wetness coated me until I shone, and then I wrapped the panties around myself. The rough texture of the cloth grinding against the slippery slickness of her juices pushed my arousal higher than it had ever been.

Ah… Auntie.

I started stroking, hand moving up and down in a slow rhythm. The panties were too small for me; my cockhead kept pushing free of the fabric. Precum poured out in thick streams, soaking the panties wrapped around my shaft until they were drenched all over again. Eyes shut, replaying everything that had happened on that sofa—scenes I'd only ever seen in porn—I pumped hard.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.

Cum erupted from me. Two, maybe three hard spurts later, my mind finally cleared. I sat up, wiped the mess sprayed across the sheets with tissues, and headed straight ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for the bathroom to shower.

A quick rinse later, I put Auntie's side dishes in the fridge, collapsed onto the bed, and closed my exhausted eyes.

Ding.

I had no idea how long I'd been out when a text notification dragged me awake. The clock said it was past six in the evening. Several messages from Juhyun—Gyumin's girlfriend—were waiting on my phone.

Still half-asleep, I typed back.

The reply came the second I hit send.

Something about Juhyun's behavior had shifted—she was more forward now. Before, personal messages between us were rare; we mostly just looked out for each other when the whole group went drinking. But after last night, something felt different.

Ah, whatever. Time to eat.

I turned on the TV, pulled out the side dishes Auntie had packed, and sat down to a meal. Her cooking was unreal. Food this good, and I could swear off delivery forever.

That bastard Jaehun. Lucky guy.

I ate, played a few rounds of games, and before I knew it the clock had crawled past eleven.

Riiing. Riiing.

Juhyun was calling.

There was a slight flush in her voice—she'd had a little to drink.

"Hey, Juhyun. Yeah, I was just gaming."

"My place? Why aren't you going home?"

"Mm… alright. Come over."

"Yeah."

Juhyun had definitely changed. Was she lonely with Gyumin off in the military? It made sense—having the boyfriend you'd been glued to every day suddenly shipped off would leave anyone feeling empty.

I cleaned up the studio. Cleared the junk scattered around, cracked a window for air. And Auntie's panties—I sealed them in a zip bag and hid them deep inside the kitchen cabinet under the sink.

Knock-knock.

I'd just finished cleaning when a knock sounded at the front door. She must have called from somewhere nearby.

"Juhyun?"

"…Yes, Oppa."

I opened the door. Juhyun stood there with a plastic bag in one hand. Her long, straight hair spilled over her shoulders and back, catching the entryway light in a soft sheen. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and a subtle smile lingered at the corners of her eyes.

"Oppa. I'm here."