Yuncheol's Enlistment: In the Car with Auntie
“Minwoo, can we talk for a bit?”
Yuncheol’s mom sat in the driver’s seat, watching my face in the rearview mirror as she spoke.
“Sure. Of course.”
“Well… what I mean is…”
She trailed off, clearly turning something over in her mind.
“Just say whatever’s on your mind, Auntie. No need to hold back.”
“Alright. Let’s keep what we both know a secret between us. My boyfriend, your relationship with Jaehun’s mom—those are things other people don’t need to know about.”
She had brought up exactly what I’d been wanting to say first. It almost felt like I held a slight upper hand.
“Obviously. Keeping things like that secret from each other is how we all stay at peace.”
“Right? God, I was actually a little worried. I kept thinking you might’ve said something somewhere.”
Only then did her expression brighten.
“Don’t worry. As long as we keep the secret, everything’s fine.”
“Then Auntie will trust only you, Minwoo.”
“Yes. Haha.”
Color returned to her face. It was obvious how much she must have fretted since yesterday. People who have a lot to lose are always the most anxious.
“But, Minwoo.”
“Yes?”
“If you’re in that kind of relationship with Jaehun’s mom, doesn’t it feel a little weird in front of Jaehun?”
“And doesn’t it feel a little weird for you to keep swapping out young boyfriends for fun?”
I shot her question right back at her.
“Oh my, look at Minwoo talking back. You’ve really grown up. Hoho.”
“I’m already twenty-three. I’m not about to lose a verbal sparring match. Hahaha.”
“Minwoo, why don’t you come up to the passenger seat? Looking at you in the rearview is making my neck hurt.”
I climbed out of the back and moved to the front passenger seat. From there, Yuncheol’s mom’s figure in the driver’s seat came into much clearer view. Her long skirt hid them, yet her long, straight legs still showed through faintly, and the proud curve of her chest pushed up against the cardigan she had shoved higher—both of them drew my eyes.
“So how did you and Jaehun’s mom end up together?”
The moment I sat down she twisted toward me and started firing questions, curiosity plain on her face.
“I hang out at Jaehun’s place a lot. That’s where we met.”
“What do you two usually do when you meet? Hmm?”
“Just drive around, grab something good to eat, that kind of thing.”
I didn’t feel like giving her every detail. That was my private business.
“And you two have sex a lot too?”
“Excuse me? Auntie, why would you ask something like that?”
Yuncheol’s mom looked at me with eyes full of pure curiosity.
“Of course you do. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
“Still… well, I guess. We already know everything about each other anyway.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m asking. So do you have sex often?”
“Yeah. Pretty much every time we meet, we end up doing it.”
She licked her lips, eyes locked on me with total focus.
“Really three times and all that? With Jaehun’s mom?”
“Yeah. Sometimes four.”
“Oh my. Oh my. I’m so jealous of Jaehun’s mom. With my boyfriend, two times already feels like a lot.”
“How old is your boyfriend?”
“Twenty-seven. Prime of his life, and he still only manages once or twice.”
“Twice is fine. Why make a big deal out of it? But talking about this stuff with you feels a little…”
“Oh no, sorry. I must’ve lost my mind for a second. Sorry, Minwoo.”
A little later Jaehun and Yuncheol came back loaded down with snacks—three big plastic bags full.
“Huh? Minwoo’s riding up front?”
Jaehun asked when he saw me in the passenger seat.
“Yeah. You two sit in the back and snack comfortably.”
“Okay.”
When Auntie told them to get in back, the two of them barely listened as they scrambled into the rear seats and excitedly tore open the bags to pick out treats.
Yuncheol’s mom tossed her head back sharply, flipping her long wavy hair over her shoulder in one smooth motion as if it had been getting in the way. For a moment her pale neckline was fully exposed, and a rich scent of her hair brushed past my nose. She gripped the wheel and started the engine. The car pulled out of the rest stop and onto the highway.
I stayed in the passenger seat, cracking pointless jokes with her and fulfilling my co-pilot duties. She seemed to find everything I said funny; her laughter never stopped. In the back, the two guys had somehow already fallen asleep and were snoring away.
Yuncheol’s mom glanced at the sleeping pair through the rearview mirror.
“This skirt keeps catching on the pedals.”
She shoved the hem of her skirt between her thighs as she spoke.
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“When I’m alone I just hike the skirt up to drive, but right now there are eyes around.”
“Then just pretend I’m not here. Safety first.”
“You sure? It’ll look a little dirty from the side.”
“I’ll just keep my eyes on the road.”
I stared straight ahead without so much as a glance. She gave a sly smile and rolled the long skirt up all the way to her thighs.
“Ahh, so much better. Minwoo, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fi— huh!”
My eyes flicked toward her before I could stop them. Beneath the hiked-up skirt, Yuncheol’s mom’s long, slender, sleek legs were completely bare. She wasn’t wearing stockings, so the smooth skin showed faint blue veins beneath the surface. A thick, feminine scent seemed to drift out from between the folds of the skirt.
“Minwoo, you okay? Why so startled?”
“Ah—sorry. I said I wouldn’t look…”
“Hoho. You’re funny, Minwoo.”
I forced my gaze back to the road. She leaned slightly toward me and whispered low.
“You can sneak little peeks once in a while.”
Then she straightened up again. I spun around in surprise, half-afraid the guys in back had heard, but they were still dead to the world.
Is she trying to seduce me?
The thought hit me hard. I needed to keep my head on straight. I was already tangled up in plenty of immoral relationships with other women. I couldn’t add one more. But damn… Yuncheol’s mom was just too sexy.
The entire time the car sped along the highway I kept a death grip on my self-control, tense as a wire. Looking at something beautiful is only human. My eyes kept drifting back to her smooth legs. Even after I forced them out the window, they somehow found their way to those white thighs again.
She must have noticed, because she leaned toward me once more and whispered.
“Minwoo… you can touch them if you want.”
My heart nearly stopped. She had said the words I never even imagined hearing out loud. Inside my head I had already groped those pretty legs dozens of times. The part where I imagined sliding my cock between them was a secret even from myself.
I checked the back seat again. The two of them were snoring even louder. My cock, which had already been pushing up against my underwear, swelled even harder the second I heard her. It was practically trying to punch through my pants.
She leaned in again and whispered.
“Minwoo, what’s this? Hoho.”
She pointed straight at the obvious bulge. I tried to adjust myself out of sheer embarrassment, but the stiff cock refused to settle down.
She whispered even softer.
“I’m serious. You can touch Auntie’s legs.”
I stood at a crossroads. The moment I touched those long, pretty legs, there would be no going back. Another immoral relationship would be born.
She took my hand and pulled it toward her thigh. I was definitely resisting, putting strength into my arm, yet it kept getting dragged closer—until my palm landed on her skin.
“Ah…”
A sigh escaped at the silky feel of her flesh. I let go of the last thread of reason and began caressing the smooth leg, sliding slowly from calf all the way up to her thigh. The elasticity of her skin was incredible—firmer, tighter than Jaehun’s mom. My heart hammered like crazy.
One of her hands stayed on the wheel; the other settled on top of my pants and began kneading my cock through the fabric.
“Feels good, Minwoo?”
“…”
My legs went rigid; they stretched out straight toward the dashboard. My hand slipped to the inner side of her thigh, where the skin was even softer and more yielding. Every ridge of it registered clearly against my palm.
“Mmm…”
Yuncheol’s mom let out a barely audible moan while her hand worked my cock harder through the pants. The excitement spiked; I pushed my hand deeper between her legs until my fingertips met wet juices and the rough texture of her pubic hair.
“Ah…”
Another sigh slipped from her lips. Her hips twitched and her chest heaved. Then her fingers found my zipper.
Ziiip.
With practiced ease she freed my cock. It sprang out, hard enough to punch a hole through the car roof. Yuncheol’s mom’s eyes went round.
“Oh my… Minwoo… that’s impressive.”
She said it quietly, then began stroking me slowly up and down. Pre-cum poured out until her hand was already glossy with it.
Schlick. Schlick.
I checked the back once more. The two guys were still lost in dreamland, snoring away. My fingertips slipped past the edge of her panties. Her coarse pubic hair was soaked; my fingers slid slickly through it. I managed to tug the fabric aside and eased a finger into the parted slit.
Squish.
“Haaah…”
Her moan came out at the same time the car gave a little lurch. Soft vaginal walls closed around my finger. The warm, pliant inside was flooded with her juices. The hand stroking my cock sped up.
If those two hadn’t been in the back seat, we would already have pulled over and fucked like animals.
I pushed my finger deeper, stirring inside her pussy. Her inner flesh clung and writhed around it. Her hips kept rolling, making the whole car rock.
“Nngh… nnh.”
Yuncheol’s mom clamped her mouth shut, swallowing every sound. The hand around my cock was shiny with pre-cum all the way to the back of her hand. My own hand, buried under her skirt, was drenched in her juices.
“Ahhh…”
A pleasure-soaked moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. A jolt of electricity ran down my spine, across my ass, and straight into my cock. I laid my free hand over hers and made her stroke me even faster while my fingers kept plunging into her pussy. She kept swallowing her moans; the car swayed with every one of them. Any car behind us would have been justified in calling the police—the vehicle could barely stay in its lane.
Schlick. Schlick.
Slap-slap-slap-slap.
We frantically worked each other’s sex until our heads spun. My orgasm was right at the edge. I gripped her hand tighter and pumped even harder. The second the pleasure exploded through my skull I didn’t even think about where it would land—cum surged out of my cock in thick, violent spurts.
Bbbllrt. Bllrt. Bbblluuurt.
At the same moment a muffled moan escaped her lips and a fresh gush of wetness flooded from her pussy. Her chest rose and fell roughly.
“Haaang… haah.”
She moaned low. My cum had sprayed all the way onto the dashboard. The second my mind cleared I grabbed the wet wipes beside me and hurriedly cleaned the mess. Yuncheol’s mom brought her cum-slicked hand to her mouth and, one by one, sucked every finger clean with those red lips. Then she looked at me and gave a little wink.