One Night with My Friend's Mother
Auntie lay asleep in nothing but a thin slip, her dazzling body filling my entire field of vision. I crept closer, muffling my footsteps, and even in the darkened room every curve came into sharper focus.
S-so this is a woman's body…
It was hard to believe she had a son my age. That voluptuous figure, the luscious hips bared where the slip had ridden up—perfect, breathtaking beauty. I couldn't tear my eyes from that lush, elegant body.
I'd watched countless porn videos, but I could say without hesitation that nothing had ever hit me with a visual jolt this raw, this arousing.
I leaned in closer. My breath nearly brushed her skin as my gaze traced every inch of her, finally settling on her sleeping face.
She's so beautiful…
That face I'd only ever stolen glances at—born sensuality and quiet dignity woven together into something impossibly elegant. I couldn't look away. Before I knew it, I pressed my lips to her soft ones.
A soft peck.
It barely even counted as a kiss, just a simple peck, yet a satisfaction nothing else could replace flooded my chest. An impulsive act—and luckily, Auntie showed no sign of waking.
Emboldened, I decided to push further.
"Haa… Auntie…"
I knew full well that if she woke up now, it was over.
But the body I'd only ever fantasized about lay completely exposed, utterly defenseless, and I couldn't hold the urge back. My reason had already been swallowed whole by the woman in front of me; coherent thought was impossible.
"Sss… haa…"
I buried my nose against the pale column of her throat and drew a shallow breath. A sweet, dense scent of skin flooded my nostrils and left my head swimming. It was the kind of smell I could breathe in all day and never get tired of—purely, devastatingly arousing.
Suddenly I remembered the conversation I'd had with Jinsu earlier.
—Hey, is it okay to game this late? Won't the keyboard noise wake your mom?
—Nah, it's fine. Once my mom's out, you couldn't wake her if you tried. She sleeps like the dead.
—Yeah?
I prayed that was true. If Auntie woke up now, I didn't even want to imagine what would follow.
Still drinking in the scent rising from her body, I moved my face lower like a dog tracking prey, chasing the richer, thicker fragrance. At last my face arrived at one of a woman's most private places—her armpit.
"Sss… haa…"
She was sleeping with one arm flung up over her head, leaving her underarm completely bare. I couldn't resist the dense, sweet smell pouring from it. I buried my face in Auntie's armpit.
Without a second's hesitation I ran my tongue along the deep hollow, thick with the musk of a mature woman.
Any fear that she might wake had already vanished from my mind. All I could focus on was the body in front of me. I'd even forgotten I'd snuck into her room in the first place.
Slurp. Suck… lick, lick.
The sheer ecstasy of freely devouring the beautiful body I'd longed for so desperately washed over me. I wished this moment could last forever.
But maybe I was too absorbed.
I failed to notice that Auntie's breathing had turned uneven. By the time something felt off, it was already too late. Face buried in her armpit, lost in the taste and scent of her, I felt a cold dread crawl down my spine.
And right then—
"…Sejin?"
Goosebumps erupted across my entire body. My runaway mind snapped back as if ice water had been dumped over me, and only then did I realize what I had been doing.
Praying I'd only imagined the voice, I slowly lifted my head.
What I saw was Auntie, awake, staring at me with a dazed expression.
"Sejin, you…"
My face went deathly pale. I scrambled backward. Not a single coherent thought formed in my head—only the crushing certainty that I was finished, sliding cold down my spine.
A suffocating silence settled over the bedroom. Auntie stared at me with her mouth slightly open, as if she couldn't process what she was seeing.
"…What were you just doing?"
"Ah—th-this is…"
Anyone looking at me would have seen exactly what I was: a degenerate who'd been molesting a sleeping woman. No excuse on earth could cover something this filthy. There was nothing to excuse.
"I-I'm so sorry! I woke up thirsty and the bedroom door was open, so I… I just couldn't help…"
"Couldn't help?"
"Coming into the bedroom and…"
Auntie said nothing.
In a situation where anger would have been completely natural, her silence terrified me even more. How furious must she be? I couldn't even lift my head, hanging it like a criminal, when she murmured in a quiet voice:
"…Go wait in the living room for now."
I'm fucked. I'm fucked. I'm fucked…
I sat on the living-room sofa, staring blankly, face buried in my hands. Guilt and self-loathing crashed over me in waves. Only now did I grasp just how reckless I'd been.
A woman. My friend's mother, no less. I'd licked her body while she slept—and gotten caught. Every possible future left to me was pure despair. Getting reported to the police, ending up on the news, being branded a pervert freak by everyone I knew.
Creak.
After what felt like an eternity, the master bedroom door opened and Auntie came out. She'd changed into a dress. The moment I saw her approaching, I dropped to my knees and begged for forgiveness.
"I'm so sorry, Auntie. I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
"Quiet for now. You'll wake Jinsu."
She sat on the sofa and looked down at me. I stayed on my knees in front of her, silently awaiting judgment. A heavy silence filled the living room. Auntie was the first to speak.
"I already knew, you know. That every time you came over, you'd sneak little peeks at Auntie's body… I just let it slide because you're at that age. But sneaking all the way into the bedroom to do something like that? That's a bit much, don't you think?"
"I-I'm sorry…"
"You knew you weren't supposed to do that, right?"
Her tone was calm and quiet as she pressed me, yet it didn't quite sound like anger either—something more ambiguous.
I snuck a glance. She was watching me with a strange expression I'd never seen on her before. I still couldn't read what she was thinking.
"…Are you going to call the police?"
"Do you want me to call the police?"
"N-no. I just… I mean…"
"I don't particularly want to report you. You're still young, Sejin. Kids make mistakes. And I don't want to watch my son's friend go down the wrong path. An extreme choice like calling the police isn't something I want to make."
Th-then… does that mean she's forgiving me?
A fragile hope flickered to life.
"So if you promise me you'll never do anything like that again, I was thinking we could just let this go… What do you think?"
"Th-that sounds good. I won't ever do it again… ma'am."
"Is that so? Then…"
She trailed off, as if something more remained unsaid.
Then she lowered her gaze slightly—and when I realized where her eyes had landed, I froze.
Auntie's gaze was locked on the front of my pants. The cock that had gotten hard while I licked her body still hadn't gone down; it strained obscenely against the fabric, twitching with every breath. Seeing it, Auntie lightly wet her lips, as if turning something over in her mind.
And then she said something that shattered every expectation I had left.
"…Want to look a little more? One last time."
"…What?"
I was certain I'd misheard. Look more? That line had never appeared in any scenario I'd imagined. But Auntie, still seated on the sofa in the exact same posture, enunciated every word clearly and repeated herself.
"If you want, you can look at my body a little more."
…Is she testing me right now?
Maybe it was a trap to see whether I truly regretted it. Suspicion warred with something else as I swallowed hard at the sight unfolding before me.
Because between the crossed legs of Auntie's dress, I could see her panties. She was sitting on the sofa; I was kneeling below her, so the angle gave me a clear view. But that wasn't what seized my attention.
…Are they wet?
Auntie's panties were unmistakably soaked. A dark stain traced the cleft of her sex, and it hit me—could that be the arousal fluid I'd only ever heard about? The liquid women produce when they're turned on. Catching my stare, Auntie smiled and slowly parted her legs to either side.
A full, shameless spread.
A pose far too lewd to show her son's friend.
"A-Auntie…?"
"You can come closer and look."
I swallowed again without meaning to. No matter how I looked at it, this didn't seem like a test.
I crawled forward on my hands and knees and pushed my face between Auntie's thighs. The black lace panties were thoroughly wet. I couldn't tear my eyes from that filthy, intoxicating stain.
Auntie watched me with a faint, enigmatic smile. The sudden shift in her attitude left me reeling.
"…Weren't you angry?"
"I wasn't particularly angry. Boys your age, full of heat—mistakes like that can happen… If anything, Auntie was the careless one."
As she spoke, she casually reached out and began stroking my thigh. That sticky touch sent blood surging straight to my groin. She pressed herself against my back in a full embrace and breathed hot air against my ear.
"Have you been having dirty thoughts looking at Auntie's body this whole time…?"
"I-I…"
"It's okay. Will you be honest with me?"
Stroke, stroke. The hand roaming my thigh grew stickier, more deliberate. When those pale fingers finally grazed my cock through the fabric, I couldn't hold back a moan. Just rubbing me over my pants was enough to make the head twitch like I was about to cum any second.
"If you're honest with me, Auntie will make you feel good."
"M-make me feel good…?"
Heat flooded my skull until clear thought became nearly impossible. Even so, her sticky promise to make me feel good refused to leave my mind.
Hot breath against my ear. Auntie clung to me from behind in a full back-hug, kneading my cock through my pants. Pleasure crept steadily through my lower body until I seriously wondered whether this was a dream.
"Mm. Be honest. Have you gotten hard looking at Auntie's body?"
"I-I have…"
"Which parts, exactly?"
"Just… from the first time I saw you, you were so beautiful… Your figure is incredible, and you're way more beautiful than any of the girls at school. Your skin even looks better than theirs…"
Auntie smiled at my words. She seemed to enjoy the praise. My face burned scarlet from the unexpected confession—and then, suddenly, she cupped my face in both hands.
"Hoo…"
Sweet breath brushed my face.
Then Auntie's face drew close.
A soft, wet press of lips. A slow, sucking pull.
"Mmph…!?"
I froze.
Something soft had suddenly touched my mouth. It didn't take long to realize that soft sensation was Auntie's lips. Thrown into my first real kiss without warning, I panicked—but instinct took over, and I wrapped my arms around her waist.
Wet sounds. Deep, hungry sucks and soft smacks.
This wasn't a simple peck. It was a sticky, open-mouthed kiss, tongues sliding together, spit exchanged. Unfamiliar with kissing, I could only follow where Auntie led. Our saliva mixed, producing thick, filthy sounds.
Gathering my courage, I pushed my tongue into her mouth—and as if she'd been waiting for exactly that, Auntie let a gathered mouthful of spit flow onto my tongue. We kissed so densely, so messily, that foam formed where our spit mingled. Eventually I pulled back, gasping for air.
"Pwah! Haa… haa… Auntie…"
"…Want more?"
"…Yes."
We pressed our mouths together again.