Stepmother's Suspicion
Thud! Squelch! Schlick!! Thud-thud-thud!!
Lewd, wet sounds rang out without pause through the bedroom.
"Hnnngh..!!? Mmph♥ Aaaahhn♥"
While Jinsu was away at the cram school, the two of us were hard at work fucking, racing steadily toward climax. Auntie thrashed her sweat-slick body, her face drowned in pleasure as she loosed those rapturous screams. We savored that beastly sex in the bedroom until, at last, I came—
"Hnnn.... You came so much again today...♥"
A dangerous little smile began to curl at the corners of Auntie's mouth as she gazed down at my thick semen dripping from her pussy and her ass. Without waiting for any command from me, she swayed her hips as she walked over, picked up the picture frame resting on the bedroom table, and held it in her hands.
Inside the frame was a family photograph.
The whole family gathered together, smiling happily for the camera.
In the picture, Auntie and Jinsu stood on a beach, beaming as they threw up peace signs.
"Hnnnngh....♥"
Without so much as a flicker of hesitation, Auntie laced both hands behind her head and squatted down over the family photo. Then she spread her thighs wide and rolled her hips back and forth in a filthy little grind, looking straight at me.
Her face was, of course, flooded with the shame and humiliation any person would feel—but layered just as thickly over it was the raw, sex-drunk heat of pure pleasure.
"Watch me.....♥ I'm gonna come now!?♥"
My cum began to trickle slowly from Auntie's pussy. The family photo was steadily being soiled with semen, and still not a trace of guilt showed on her face.
"Haaaahn!?♥ I'm sorry, honey~♥"
If anything, looking down at her husband's face smeared in cum only made her expression more ecstatic.
The thrill of betraying everything she had once held sacred. The pleasure that only came from crossing that moral line completely—Auntie was so thoroughly addicted to it that she would do filthy things like this of her own accord.
That didn't mean she no longer loved Jinsu, of course.
She was still a good mother, devoted to her home and tender with her son. But precisely because she had lived so long as that proper, loving mother, she simply reveled in the pleasure of this kind of transgression.
"Hnnnghkit...!! Aaaaah...♥"
Pleasure she could never feel under ordinary circumstances. Wearing an expression tangled with every shade of shame and humiliation, Auntie came right then and there.
Even in the middle of it, she kept grinding the cum spilling from her ass and pussy into the family photo, dirtying it further—and watching her, I could see just how deeply she had become addicted to this.
Thanks to how thoroughly I had packed her pussy and ass with semen, she had more than enough "paint" for her filthy little performance. After defiling every last memento of her husband in the bedroom, Auntie drifted over beside me, still riding the afterglow of that rapturous climax.
"Mmm.. smooch.. slurp...."
"Chuurp.. kiss-kiss... smooch..."
I kissed her as a reward for a job well done, and she smiled and tangled her tongue with mine. We traded spit in a sticky, serpentine mating of mouths, then lay down together on the bed and locked eyes. On Auntie's face—now perfectly adapted to this perverse little game of betrayal—not a shred of guilt remained.
"How was it, Sejin?"
"It was the best, Auntie..."
"Hehe... I'm glad..."
My answer filled her with a woman's deep satisfaction, and she began slowly circling my nipple with her fingertip, sending a sharp little thrill through me. In answer to that cute teasing, I cupped her full breasts and suckled hard on her stiff nipples.
We played those lewd little games for a long while before Auntie suddenly asked,
"Will you come again tomorrow?"
"I don't think I can make it for the rest of this week."
"………Why not?"
"My stepmother's been watching me a lot more closely lately. Around this time of year she always gets a little sharper."
By now Auntie knew my family situation and my stepmother's temperament inside and out.
Naturally, she had no reason to look kindly on the woman, and her brow furrowed lightly.
"……Does your stepmother give you a hard time? She's a cram school instructor, isn't she."
"I don't know. Why Dad ever remarried a woman like that, honestly...."
The truth was, I didn't like my stepmother.
.....Especially not when this time of year rolled around.
"Hmm...."
Auntie's fingertip skimmed faster and faster over my nipple.
"Isn't it because your stepmother is so pretty? Even Jinsu always says she's the prettiest teacher at the academy...."
"Well, that's true, but...."
I glanced at Auntie's face. Honestly, if you judged by looks alone, the two of them were about even. If Auntie was a beauty with a demure, dense sensuality, my stepmother had more of that haughty, ice-cold ice-queen image.
Of course, Auntie was still far better than my foul-tempered stepmother.
"You're much prettier, Auntie."
"Hehe...."
At my sincere praise, joy she couldn't hide bloomed across Auntie's face. The way we looked at each other turned sticky and warm all on its own. Before long her lush lips latched onto my skin like a sucker, leaving kiss marks all over me.
My cock was hard again before I knew it. I grabbed Auntie by the ankles and toppled her back onto the bed.
I folded her into the so-called mating press and drove my cock mercilessly down into her womb.
"Hnnngh!! Hnnk!! Haaaahn!!! Aaaahhn♥"
Only after coming three more times was I finally able to head home.
Two days later.
Father's memorial day was approaching again this year.
"Already tomorrow...."
Every year on the anniversary of Father's death, I went to the columbarium to replace his photo or bring flowers.
He hadn't been a particularly kind or good father to me—but even so, as his son, it felt like the least I ought to do.
My stepmother, on the other hand, had never once visited the columbarium on Father's memorial day.
Did she even know when the anniversary was? Watching her stand at the front of the classroom in that same haughty face as always, running her lesson without a hitch, I felt a pointless resentment well up inside me.
Today, too, my stepmother had come to the cram school in a flawless suit.
True to her reputation as the beautiful instructor, her classes were wildly popular. Even among the online lectures the academy distributed, the Korean language courses she filmed racked up the highest view counts. Part of that was her skill, of course—but her looks played an enormous role.
Of course, more than a few jaesusaengs with their sexual frustration piled high seemed far more interested in their beautiful teacher's ass and legs than in the actual lesson.
When class finally ended, I started packing up to go home.
"Hey. Han Sejin."
I was getting ready to leave when my stepmother suddenly called my name. Behind her glasses, her eyes fixed on me, hard and cold.
"Yes, Teacher."
"Come with me to the counseling room for a moment."
That icy voice left me no choice but to follow her, tense and wary.
For a woman who normally paid me no attention at all to single me out like this was a sure sign something unpleasant was coming. She only ever spoke to me when she meant to scold me or pick a fight.
...The counseling room, huh.
The place she led me to was the counseling room set aside inside the academy. It was used for one-on-one sessions, so it had a soundproof booth installed, and no one else was likely to walk in.
"Hey. Han Sejin."
Without offering any explanation for dragging me here, my stepmother sat down in a chair and crossed her legs first thing.
The motion put her black stockings and thighs on full display, but I had no room to spare for that. Given her usual short temper and the look on her face, nothing good was about to come out of her mouth.
"Why do you keep staring at my legs during class?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"You thought I wouldn't notice? Just a minute ago you weren't even looking at the board—you were staring at my legs. You might think you're being sneaky about it, but I can feel every time your eyes are on my body."
My stepmother was watching me with eyes full of suspicion. Under that gaze, I couldn't help flinching inside.
Ever since that impulsive time I'd jerked off with the stockings she'd taken off, some strange courage had taken root in me, and whenever the chance came up I'd used her clothes to masturbate. Maybe once or twice a week at most? Whenever something stressed me out, I'd soil my stepmother's underwear with my cum and ride that sharp, electric thrill. And it was true that ever since then, my eyes had a way of drifting to her legs and ass during class.
But this was something I could never, ever admit.
"I've never done anything like that. You're misunderstanding, Teacher."
"....So that's really how it is?"
"Yes. Why would I be looking at your legs."
If I just kept playing dumb, my stepmother—who had no real evidence—wouldn't keep hounding me forever.
That was what I thought. And then—
".....Then what the hell is this?"
Thud.
My stepmother set her phone down on the table.
On the screen was a voice recorder app. She selected one of the files and hit play. In the quiet counseling room, a recorded voice began to fill the air.
"Haa.... Haa... You fucking bitch."
A voice spilling out ragged breaths thick with arousal and pleasure. The moment I heard my own voice coming from the phone, my mind went blank.
...Is that what I think it is?
It was obviously not a recording from any ordinary day. The wet, rhythmic slapping sounds mixed in, the rough moans—and every time, the filthy curses aimed at my stepmother that tore out of my mouth.
It was the voice I made when I jerked off with her stockings or her underwear.
"...."
My head went pure white.
When the hell had she recorded that?
"Slap-slap-slap-slap....."
"You fucking bitch... You piece-of-shit whore..."
A heavy silence settled over the counseling room as the recording kept playing. My voice, captured with unnerving clarity, kept cursing my stepmother as it climbed toward climax. Arms folded, she stared me down with those ice-cold eyes. When the file finally ended, she spoke, slow and deliberate.
"You. You jerked off with my clothes, didn't you?"