Lee XX's Confession 2
Should I just tell her the truth right now?
That I'm not her husband.
That I'm Young-hoon—Cheol-hwan's friend, the one Auntie's doted on since we were kids.
I clearly had a chance then to push Auntie away and go back to my room.
But that wasn't the choice I made.
Might as well just stay still, now that things have come this far. She's the one who made the mistake, getting drunk—not me. I was busy justifying my choice that way.
And more than anything, being held in Auntie's arms felt so incredibly good. She was hugging me so tightly that I could feel the full sensation of her ample breasts pressed against my chest.
Come to think of it, Auntie's breasts were something I'd stolen glances at countless times since I was a kid. She had narrow shoulders relative to her frame, so even just standing still, her chest stood out especially. Whenever Auntie, wearing a loose T-shirt around the house, leaned her head toward me, I'd get the lucky chance to peek at those two full, ripe breasts inside her shirt.
At times like that, I wouldn't leave her side—I'd hover around, trying to steal even one more look at Auntie's breasts. And every time I peeked at them, I'd always think the same thing.
They look so pretty—I wonder how they feel?
Though I'd never touched them with my hands, the sensation of Auntie's breasts I could feel indirectly was beyond anything I'd imagined. That soft, springy feel—how good it was. Cradled in her arms, I think I even wished time would just stop right there.
But then—as if to mock the little snot-nosed kid who couldn't keep his head straight over something as simple as the feel of a pair of breasts—something completely unexpected happened.
Auntie suddenly grabbed my face with both hands and started kissing me.
"Mmph!"
She abruptly shoved her tongue into my mouth, and I froze solid in shock. Of course, it wasn't like I'd never kissed before. I'd done some kissing with girlfriends I'd dated briefly. But I realized in an instant that what I'd done before wasn't kissing—it was kids' play.
Auntie flicked her crimson tongue like a snake, wrapping and coiling around mine. Just following her lead and moving my tongue was enough to send shivers through my whole body. Especially when, mid-kiss, she'd crack her eyes open slightly and look at my face—my heart would pound like crazy.
Did she figure it out? What if she suddenly sobers up?
But my worries were completely unfounded. After finishing the kiss, Auntie lightly licked her saliva-glistening lips with her tongue, smacked her lips, and said:
"Hmm? Honey, you taste a little different today? Is it because I'm drunk?"
"Uh... well..."
When I couldn't get the words out and just stood there flustered, Auntie put on a mischievous expression and continued.
"Well, whatever. It's sweet—tastes good."
"Th-that's..."
"Anyway, my honey waited up late for me, so you deserve a reward, right?"
"What?"
"You stayed up waiting for me instead of going to sleep."
Auntie gave me a little wink and a bashful smile. I swear I'd never seen that look on Auntie's face in my entire life. The Auntie I knew always wore the kind, affectionate expression of a friend's mother. But the face looking at me then was... how do I put it. Like the flushed expression of a mature actress you'd only see in porn.
That's right—it was the face of a woman in heat, shamelessly aroused. I could only stare at Auntie's face, dripping with sensuality, with my mouth hanging open in a dumb expression.
"Kyarr, honey, what's with that face today? You look just like a little puberty kid."
Auntie pointed at my dazed expression and laughed. When she laughed, I felt good too, and a foolish smile spread across my face. But after laughing for a while, Auntie suddenly stopped and stared at me intently. At her abrupt change of expression, the smile vanished from my face too.
At that point, Auntie and I were sitting face to face. She leaned back slightly and lifted one leg a little. It was the side with the deep slit in her skirt, so her panties were clearly visible through the open fabric. I swallowed hard and snuck glances at Auntie's panties—but that wasn't the real issue.
With her leg still raised, she wiggled her toes and shoved her foot right into my face. Then she started slowly rubbing her stockinged foot all over my face. The slightly rough texture of the stockings wasn't bad at all. Even Auntie's foot smell was nice. Her small feet had probably been trapped in high heels all day, soaked in sweat. It was a musty, slightly sour smell.
Lost in the feel and scent of Auntie's stockinged feet, I think I half-closed my eyes and just savored the moment. Watching me with an amused look, Auntie suddenly spoke.
"What are you doing, honey? You're supposed to lick."
Huh? Lick?
My brain seemed to freeze for a moment, going blank. I'd never licked another person's foot even once in my life, so of course I was flustered. But if it was Auntie's foot, I felt like I could gladly lick it.
"Hmm, lick it."
When she said it in that cute, nasal voice, it sounded less like a command and more like a plea. As if entranced, I stuck out my tongue slightly and started licking the sole of Auntie's foot.
"Kyarr, that tickles."
Auntie wriggled her toes and laughed like a child. At her suggestive reaction, I licked her foot even more eagerly. She couldn't stand the tickling and twisted her body, trying to pull her foot away. I grabbed her ankle so she couldn't escape and licked even more greedily.
Slurp, slurp.
"Kyarr, honey, stop, stop."
Before long, Auntie's stockinged foot was soaked with saliva, wet as if dipped in water. And Auntie, not caring that her panties were exposed under her skirt, thrashed her legs and reveled in the play of my tongue.
Then suddenly she stopped laughing and looked at me with sultry eyes.
What now?
Drunk Auntie's behavior was so unpredictable that every moment was a continuous string of tension. This time, she pointed her toes sharply and lifted her leg, spinning her foot in circles right in front of my face. Auntie's toes, wrapped in the tip of her coffee-colored stockings, captivated my gaze.
I want to suck them.
The moment I saw Auntie's cute little toes with their red pedicure, that thought popped into my head. As if she already knew exactly what I wanted, Auntie kept spinning her toes in front of my face with a playful expression. I couldn't help but bounce my hips like a dog with prey right in front of it.
After teasing me for a long while, Auntie spoke as if bestowing some great favor.
"Good boy, waiting so patiently. Now suck."
I opened my mouth wide like I'd been waiting for this and clamped down on Auntie's toes. Her feet were so small that almost up to the top of her foot went into my mouth.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
I licked and sucked Auntie's toes like a madman. Auntie looked down at me with a languid, pleased expression. That look of hers turned me on so much that I sucked her toes even more devotedly.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
"Ha-eung, my honey's so good at this."
Auntie switched feet, pushing one then the other toward my mouth. I sucked both feet in turn, just the way she wanted. I sucked so hard that the tip-toe parts of her coffee-colored stockings got so wet they nearly turned brown.
"That's enough."
At some point, Auntie slipped her foot out of my mouth.
"My honey worked so hard, so you deserve another reward, right?"
Looking at that lewd expression of hers, my heart started pounding again.
What now?
"Kyarr, what's with that face, honey? That turned on?"
At Auntie's coquettish voice, I found myself nodding vigorously up and down.
"Yes, yes."
"Pfft, my honey's so cute today."
With those words, Auntie started slowly pushing my shoulder with her saliva-soaked foot. Pushed by her foot, I ended up lying on my back on the living room floor.
But Auntie's gaze was fixed on one particular part of my body.
Oh crap.
I hurriedly covered the bulging part of my sweatpants with both hands. Of course, I'd been fully erect to the point of pain for a while already, tenting my sweatpants so hard they looked ready to tear. Auntie gave a cute little snort of laughter and said:
"What's this? Our little guy's all mad, huh?"
Little guy??
Apparently that was the pet name Auntie used for Cheol-hwan's dad's cock.
"But why are you covering it? Isn't it like that because of me?"
"No... well..."
Auntie lifted one corner of her mouth in a filthy smile and started gently tickling around my ankle with her toes. At the play of her foot, my whole body trembled slightly. Her toes traced up my calf, past my thigh, and in an instant reached the hands covering my cock.
"Shall we say hello to our little guy?"
Auntie gently pushed my hands away from my erect cock with her toes. And there it was, right before her eyes—my cock, thrusting up like it would tear through my sweatpants. In that moment, I was so embarrassed my face burned. Auntie, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. She seemed to be enjoying the situation, if anything.
"Hello, our little guy."
And then Auntie started slowly rubbing the shaft of my cock—bulging through the sweatpants—with the sole of her foot.