Jaehun's Mom in My Studio Apartment (1)
—Ding.
Jaehun's mom pushed open the café door and stepped inside. She walked straight to the counter and placed a takeout order. She had no idea I was here—not even in her wildest dreams.
I spun my chair around to face the counter. My chest tightened with a swell of anticipation, half-hoping she might glance my way.
The moment she finished ordering and turned her head, our eyes locked.
"Minwoo?"
I said nothing. I just looked at her and gave a slow, knowing smile.
"Oh my god, it really is you. What are you doing here? Don't you have class?"
Jaehun's mom lit up with genuine delight and practically skipped over to my table.
"Yes, Auntie. No afternoon lectures today, so I've just been slacking off here."
"Haha, is that so! I heard Jaehun's schedule is completely packed today."
"That's right. He's got back-to-back classes all day."
She dragged a chair right up beside mine and sat down. A seductive smoky fragrance rose from her body and wrapped around me.
"Minwoo, did you finish all those side dishes I gave you?"
"Huh? No, it's only been three days. Haha."
That was true. It had only been three days since the secret between Auntie and me had begun.
"What a shame. I was going to use that as an excuse to drop by Jaehun's place and see you..."
"My place? Have you finished work already, Auntie?"
"Mm-hmm. I had an outside appointment near here, finished early, met up with a junior I know in the area, and now I'm on my way home."
"Ah, is that so?"
"Yeah—and then I just happened to run into my handsome Minwoo right here. Haha."
Auntie chattered away, her face glowing with excitement. Watching her like that made me want her all to myself.
"I don't have any classes this afternoon. Would you maybe want to come over to my place?"
"Really? Well, if I go home there's nobody there anyway... maybe I should just drop by Minwoo's place instead?"
"Yes, perfect. It's only a ten-minute walk from here."
We each grabbed our coffees and left the café. Walking side by side with her on the way home filled me with a strange, electric tension. The path felt far too short with a beautiful auntie like her next to me, and the fact that she was my friend's mother only made the feeling more complicated.
When we reached the door of my studio apartment, she teased me with a playful look.
"You're not going to leave me standing out here while you frantically clean up first, are you?"
"Come on, Auntie, that only happens on TV. My place is always neat."
The truth was that yesterday, before Juhyun left, she had insisted, "A guy's place has to be clean," and had done all the cleaning and laundry for me.
"Oh my, really? You're tidier than you look, Minwoo."
"Please, come in, Auntie."
I punched in the door code and swung the studio door wide open.
"Wow, Minwoo, you keep this place so nice. I expected a typical messy bachelor pad."
"This much is nothing. Everyone's about the same. Haha."
I was genuinely grateful to Juhyun for scrubbing the whole room clean. I definitely owed her a good meal.
"So... where am I supposed to sit?"
There were no extra chairs in my studio. The bed doubled as both chair and sofa.
"Ah, sorry. You'll have to perch on the edge of the bed here."
"Classic studio living. Haha."
Auntie spoke in a teasing tone and sat exactly where I pointed. Her skirt, which had fallen just below the knee, rode up slightly as she settled, revealing more of her pale skin-toned stockings and making them look even sexier.
"Oh, right—Minwoo, can you take my jacket?"
Jaehun's mom slipped off her jacket and handed it to me. I took it carefully and draped it over the drying rack.
"Would you like something to drink, Auntie?"
"Hmm? That line sounds familiar..."
It was the exact same thing she had said to me three days ago at Jaehun's house—right before our secret incident began.
"Ah, you're right. Haha."
"Here. I still have the coffee I just got, so this is fine."
Auntie waved the takeout coffee cup in front of me. I nodded and sat down right beside her, close enough that our thighs nearly touched.
Jaehun's mom sipped her coffee through the straw with soft little sucks while I sat quietly next to her, saying nothing. When the silence stretched too long, she finally spoke.
"Minwoo... about that day."
"Yes? Ah... that day..."
"It had been so long since a man's hands touched my shoulders. I got way too excited."
"Ah... yes. It seemed that way."
I kept my gaze fixed downward as I answered.
"But I'm so glad you understood."
"Nah, it was nothing."
"I'm not young anymore, yet you still called me pretty... and you even said my breasts... were pretty too."
"No, Auntie, you really are beautiful. After that day I couldn't even sleep properly because I kept thinking about you."
"Really? You thought about me that much? Haha, that makes me feel good."
"And with the panties you gave me that day..."
"The panties?"
"..."
Auntie waited for my answer with a mischievous expression.
"I masturbated with them!"
The words left my mouth and I immediately turned my head away in embarrassment.
"Really? Minwoo, is that true?"
"...Yes. With Auntie's wetness still on the panties... I jerked off."
"Hahaha. Minwoo, you're making Auntie feel so good right now."
"Really?"
"I felt a little guilty, you know? Because of my age, and because you're my son's friend."
"Yes..."
"But the fact that you still like me anyway... that actually makes me happy."
"Just look at me as a twenty-three-year-old guy, not as Jaehun's friend."
"Then how about we become friends? Not son-and-friend—just the two of us, friends!"
Auntie offered the brilliant solution with a bright smile.
"Yes, I like that. Let's be friends, just us two."
"Alright. From now on you're not my son's friend—you're my friend."
"Sounds good."
We high-fived, both of us grinning.
"Minwoo, my name is Myeong-hui. Kim Myeong-hui."
"Nice to meet you, Auntie Myeong-hui. Your name is pretty too."
"Really? Haha, that makes me happy."
"So, to celebrate becoming friends, what should we do? Shouldn't we at least have a drink?"
Auntie pressed her lips together for a moment, staring into space as if weighing the idea.
"Drinks? Hmm... suddenly talking about alcohol makes me hesitate."
"Then just one small can of beer each. That's basically a soft drink at that size."
"Should we? Alright—proper drinks next time, something stronger. Today we keep it light?"
Auntie agreed readily. I pulled two cans of beer from the fridge.
"Here. One for my friend Auntie Myeong-hui, one for me."
"Shall we toast?"
"Yes. Cheers~"
We both took long, refreshing gulps. The cold beer slid clearly down my throat and into my stomach.
"Ahh, that's good."
"Not bad. Even my stomach feels cooler."
Auntie smiled as if she were truly enjoying herself.
"Minwoo, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. We broke up last year."
"She must have had terrible taste in men. Letting a handsome guy like you go. Haha."
"Right? Leaving a guy like me behind—she really had no eye for men. Haha."
We drank and traded small talk about everything and nothing. When I mentioned that I drank but never smoked, Auntie praised me for it. The "just one can" of beer somehow became three, but they were small cans, so neither of us got drunk.
"Auntie... honestly, after what happened with you the day before yesterday, I feel like a woman again. After Jaehun's father passed away ten years ago, I never once met another man..."
Auntie took another sip of beer and continued.
"But you, Minwoo... you made Auntie feel like a woman again. I'm really grateful."
"Not at all. Auntie, you're truly beautiful and elegant. That's why I fell for you the first time I saw you."
"Hearing you say that makes Auntie so thankful. And... please don't take this the wrong way—I hope you'll accept it."
"Yes? Accept what?"
Auntie reached into the wallet inside her bag, pulled out a credit card, and held it out to me.
"This is one I barely use. The limit is generous. Use it freely, no pressure."
"A credit card? No, Auntie, how could I take this?"
"A gift between friends? Eat good food, buy yourself a nice outfit or two. That would make Auntie even happier."
"Still..."
"It's fine, Minwoo. You can use it. Auntie has plenty of money. And this one doesn't even send text alerts for charges—everything just auto-debits from the account, so I won't know where or how much you spent."
Watching me fidget with the card, Auntie gave a soft smile.
"I'm not telling you to buy luxury handbags or anything. Just treat your friends to drinks once in a while with it. Haha."
She pointed her index finger toward the ceiling in a playful little gesture.
"Are you really sure it's okay?"
"Auntie would be really grateful if you did."
"Then... I'll only use it sometimes, when there's something I really want to eat. Thank you."
"Eat expensive things. Haha."
Just then a cool breeze slipped through the slightly open window. It brushed past Auntie and reached me, carrying a refined, fragrant scent that teased my nose.
"Auntie, you smell so good."
"Do I? What do I smell like?"
"A nice perfume? Or maybe just your skin."
"Oh my, my skin scent?"
"Yes. It's sweet. Like warm sunlight."
Auntie lightly traced the collarbone visible above her blouse with her fingertips as she spoke.
"Skin scent..."
My eyes naturally followed her hand to that collarbone, then drifted lower to the faint glimpse of cleavage beneath. Her white blouse seemed to be failing at its job. The fabric stretched taut, looking ready to pop a button at any second. Above it, her full breasts swelled upward, revealing a deep, clear valley. When she shifted even slightly, those soft mounds trembled as if they might spill free at any moment.
"..."
I was staring blankly when I realized Auntie was watching me intently.
"Minwoo, are you okay?"
"Huh? Ah—yes!"
"Minwoo... do you want to look at Auntie's breasts?"
As she spoke, she slowly stroked the valley of her cleavage just below her collarbone with her index finger.
"Yes..."
What was I thinking? Shouldn't I have refused at least once out of politeness? Answering so bluntly made me want to sew my mouth shut from sheer embarrassment.
"What? Haha, our Minwoo is way too honest, isn't he?"
"Ah... yes? Ah, haha..."
I laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of my head.
"Then... would you really like to see what Auntie's body looks like?"
Still seated, Auntie straightened her back and struck a little pose for me.
"Look. I work out hard, but I never know if it's actually working. How is it? Not bad?"
I slowly let my gaze travel from her feet all the way up to her face.
Her neatly pointed toes, the elegant bones rising along the tops of her feet, her slender ankles gleaming softly. Sheer skin-toned stockings sheathed her smooth calves and long, straight legs, stopping just above the knee where her skirt had naturally ridden up from sitting. Through that gap, the stocking-clad thighs peeked out with quiet sensuality, looking even more erotic because of the partial concealment.
Her waist was held straight, yet her upper body leaned forward ever so slightly, as if tense with anticipation. The white blouse rose and fell with her breathing, her full breasts pushing hard against the fabric, announcing their presence. The gap between the buttons revealed a deep valley even in that brief glimpse, drawing the eye and making the line of her chest stand out even more sharply as it trembled faintly.
And her face—anyone could see she was a natural beauty.
"Per... perfect."
"Really? Then how about this?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Auntie undid the top button of her blouse. The upper part loosened and parted as if exhaling. Instantly the lush cleavage that had been hidden inside the fabric came into even clearer view right before my eyes.
"..."
I didn't blink once. My gaze stayed locked in place until my eyes stung, and my heart pounded so hard it started to ache. My cock, already swollen for a while now, was slick and slippery inside my underwear, soaked with pre-cum.
"Minwoo, you're so cute. Haha."
Auntie laughed, clearly amused by my reaction. Her fingertips moved again; another button came free, and the fabric parted even wider. The deep valley, impossible to hide now, was fully exposed along with the edge of her bra. The blouse clung desperately to her full breasts, hanging on by a thread.
"Minwoo... you like this kind of thing, don't you?"