Stepmother's Stockings
".....You want to film us?"
"Yes. I want a video of you and me having sex—something I can keep. Or later I could alter our faces and voices and show it to Jinsu."
"Are you out of your mind? Absolutely not!"
Just as I'd expected, Auntie reacted with pure rejection. Filming our sex and sending it to her son? For Auntie Jeong-ah, whose maternal instincts ran so deep, that was something she could never do. It would be the same as betraying her own child.
"Even so, that's way too dangerous..."
But I already knew the truth.
The more transgressive the situation—the more it delivered that forbidden thrill—the more aroused Auntie became.
Especially Auntie Jeong-ah: a perverted married woman addicted to the pleasure of breaking social taboos. For her, the act of sending a sex tape to her own son would be... a whole different dimension of depravity from anything she'd felt so far.
"Then what if we just film it?"
As I said it, I slipped a finger into Auntie's asshole and swirled it around.
Her anus had been trained well enough by now to take three fingers without resistance. The day I could put that back hole to real use wasn't far off.
In particular, if I pressed firmly against the inner wall of her anus toward her pussy, she would start dripping cunt juice and climb straight toward climax.
"Hah... nngh... haah..."
Auntie's asshole clenched and fluttered around my finger, refusing to let go—until she finally came back to herself and shook her head hard.
"Hngh... Sending a video to Jinsu is... mmph! Absolutely not.... Hah!"
"Just think about it, though. These days you can mosaic everything with AI. Even if Jinsu watched it, he'd never imagine it was his own mother."
"Th-that's...."
Heat rose through Auntie's body, a feverish flush blooming across her skin—as if she were already anticipating the enormous pleasure she could take from such an immoral scenario: sending a sex tape to her son.
"Just keep thinking about it for now. We've got plenty of time either way."
"No matter what, I still can't..."
Did she even realize? Right now, cunt juice was dripping from between her thighs, spattering and dirtying the bathroom floor. That slick fluid carried the thick, dense scent of a married woman in heat—a smell only a bitch in rut could produce.
I gripped Auntie's ass and spread her cheeks wide. A pink pussy appeared, oozing sweet honey, and I pressed my mouth to it and sucked.
"Hah! Haang... Sejin. That feels good... nngh..."
Auntie parted her lips under the rising pleasure and let drool spill freely down her chin.
The sight of a woman who was normally so refined and demure, moaning while I ate her out, was almost too good to keep to myself.
I'd love to film this and send it to Jinsu just once...
No need to push for it in a rush, though.
Sooner or later she'd become the kind of pervert who did whatever I wanted anyway.
—slurp... slurp...
I spread Auntie's sex wide open and sealed my lips over her twitching cunt. Those plump outer lips clung to mine with a sticky, elastic pull, trading an obscenely human kiss.
I pushed my tongue into her hole and swirled it deep, stimulating her insides the way you would a deep kiss.
"Slurp... sluuurp... mmph. Mmph..."
"Hah! Ah—!! Yes! Suck harder right there!! Nngh.....! God, you're insane!"
Auntie ground her pussy against my mouth as if begging me to suck her even deeper, smearing cunt juice all over my face. How long I kept eating her out, I couldn't say—but eventually her legs began to tremble, as if she couldn't hold on any longer.
When I finally pulled my face away, Auntie grabbed her own ass cheeks and spread them wide♥, putting her pussy on full display.
"I-I can't take it anymore... Put it in already..."
"Put what in?"
"Sejin's cock... shove it into Auntie's pussy... You can stir me up however you want... Just fill this starving married cunt with hot cum and soothe it for me♥"
Auntie was already spitting out filthy lines like that without a second thought, just to seduce me.
Watching her finger her own asshole while swaying her hips left and right, my cock stiffened until the veins stood out rigid along the shaft.
Breathing hard, I took hold of my glans and lined it up with Auntie's hole.
Schlick! Schliiick!!!
And for a long time after that, the bathroom filled with nothing but thick, filthy wet sounds that refused to stop.
After that rough fuck with Auntie, I was on my way home when I stopped short in the apartment complex. A familiar car was approaching from a distance—the one my stepmother used for her commute.
Sh-should I run?
I didn't want to run into her. I almost turned around on the spot—but the thought that she might have already spotted me kept me walking forward.
Before long the car was parked in the complex lot. The driver's door opened, and my stepmother stepped out.
A flawless suit, heels, stockings. Glasses that sharpened her intellectual image. She was on her way home from school, so her outfit was unchanged. I tried to walk past as if I hadn't seen her—but in that instant she called out from behind me.
"Han Sejin. You don't even say hello anymore?"
Her voice wasn't particularly loud, yet the words pinned me in place at once.
".....Hello, Mother."
"Where on earth have you been that you're only getting home now?"
Anyone could see she was in a foul mood. Irritation saturated her voice; something must have happened at school today.
"I asked where you've been. Are you going to answer me or not?"
Through her glasses, those rather cold eyes swept me slowly up and down, appraising.
I wasn't exactly a timid person, but somehow, in front of my stepmother, I always froze—always ended up completely under her thumb.
"...I was at a friend's place."
"You can't even study properly, and all you ever want to do is mess around? If you bomb the midterms this time, you're really going to regret it."
Having snapped that at me, she clicked her heels in irritation and strode into the complex ahead of me. Our unit was on the fifteenth floor, so I had no choice but to wait for the elevator with her.
"......"
Standing there in silence, waiting, I found the heavy quiet almost unbearable.
Fuck. Should I just take the stairs...?
I considered it—but it was summer, brutally hot, and climbing fifteen floors on foot would have been insane. Looking closer, I noticed my stepmother was sweating lightly at the brow as well.
So even she feels the heat.
She always radiated such cold composure at home that I'd never imagined her sweating. Seeing it was oddly novel.
At school she was famous as a teacher who never once let her composure slip. With a personality that airtight, it was no wonder a hot, humid day like this would set her on edge.
"Haa. Seriously... why is this elevator so slow?"
She muttered irritably and lifted her arm—maybe to fix her hair. The motion exposed her underarm completely, and I saw something I never expected.
Sweat had darkened the fabric of her dress shirt under the arm.
She must have been sweating hard; that one patch was soaked through. On a woman with such a flawless image, those sweat stains looked completely out of place—and they burned themselves into my vision.
And somehow... that sight was weirdly hot.
[ Doors Opening ]
My stepmother and I stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed. Packed alone together in that narrow space, a pleasant scent seemed to rise around us. Her usual perfume, mixed with a faint trace of sweat—her body odor...
I hated her so much. So why does she look this fuckable today?
I kept stealing glances at her profile, careful not to get caught, and for the first time I understood why the students called my stepmother a beauty.
Yeah... she really is pretty.
She never so much as glanced my way, eyes locked on her phone the whole ride. The moment we got home she slipped off her heels and disappeared into the master bedroom.
Normally I would have gone straight to my own room—but today I just stood in the living room, staring blankly at the door she'd closed behind her.
She'll shower first, right?
Living together, I'd learned her routines well enough. My stepmother was obsessively clean; every day after work she went straight into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and took a thorough shower.
—shhhhhh.....
Just as I'd predicted, the sound of water soon poured from the showerhead.
The instant I heard it, I slipped quietly into her room.
.....So this is the master bedroom.
After my father died, my stepmother had ruled this house as its absolute master. To stay out of the eyes of that strict, overbearing woman, I'd lived holding my breath all this time. Naturally, I'd never had any reason to set foot in her room.
True to her fastidious nature, the space was immaculately ordered and austere. Exploring it for the first time, I spotted a laundry basket in the corner.
Of course it held unwashed clothes, piled high—and right on top sat the dress shirt, stockings, and panties she had been wearing until moments ago.
The underwear and shirt that cold, haughty stepmother of mine had worn all day long... The moment that thought landed, my mind snapped into sharp focus.
What the hell am I doing right now?
Given her personality, getting caught here wouldn't end with a simple scolding. If she found out I'd snuck into her room, something I didn't even want to imagine would follow.
And yet, against all that, a different desire was rearing its head inside me—the urge to defile this room. To soil the private space of the stepmother I had always been so afraid of.
"Fucking bitch...."
Even when my father died of illness, she barely seemed to grieve. Of course she never looked good in my eyes—and on top of that she nagged me every day, deliberately tormenting me, until I'd come to resent her outright.
Even now, the more I thought about her, the more the anger rose.
"Haa.... haa...."
With trembling hands I started rummaging through the laundry basket. When I pulled out her black stockings, I could still feel the lingering warmth of her body heat in the fabric.
The stockings my stepmother had been wearing...
Perfect material for soothing this rock-hard cock of mine.
"Snff. Haa...."
I pressed my nose to the stockings a schoolteacher had worn through a full day of classes and breathed in.
Maybe it was the summer heat. The fabric, lightly steeped in sweat, gave off a sweet, soft scent of skin.
At school she was the perfect, flawless beauty. But even she couldn't fully escape the midsummer heat. That faint mix of sweat and the soft smell of her flesh hit me, and my hands went to my waistband on pure instinct.
"Haa...."
This was the stepmother I'd hated so much. And yet, somehow, my cock stood rigid. I knew I shouldn't—but the sudden impulse to soil her clothes took hold, and I wrapped her stockings around my shaft and started stroking.
"Haa... fucking bitch..."
I jerked off imagining myself violating her, pouring out every ounce of the resentment I'd stored up—until finally I came.
Spurt. Spuuurt....
The thought that I was masturbating with the underwear of the woman who had always terrified me sent a thrill through me unlike anything before—and a massive load of cum poured out to match.
I stayed there for a long time, panting through the aftershocks, before I finally came to my senses and scrambled to my feet.
I have to clean this up. Fast...
I wiped every last trace of cum from my stepmother's stockings and slipped quietly out of the room.