Before Going Home
“Nngh!”
The firm press of her sole against my half-hard cock wrung a moan out of me before I could stop it. Beside me, Jinsu—still chewing on a fried egg—turned with a puzzled look.
“What’s wrong? Something the matter?”
“No… I just bit my tongue.”
Luckily the tablecloth hid everything underneath. I never expected her to pull a stunt this bold with her own son sitting right next to us. I’d let my guard down. With a pure, innocent face that didn’t match the filthy work her foot was doing, Auntie slowly teased my cock, rubbing and squeezing it under the table.
Every time that soft sole dragged along my shaft I had to swallow another groan, and she watched my struggle with a sultry little smile, clearly savoring every twitch.
Then, while Jinsu was lost in his phone, she gently rested her foot on my knee. This time it wasn’t bare. A scrap of black fabric dangled from her ankle. The moment I saw the triangular shape I knew exactly what it was.
…Panties?
She wiggled her foot, urging me to take them. I never imagined she’d slip the panties she’d just been wearing off her ankle and hand them over like that—an obscenely intimate gift I hadn’t seen coming. Carefully I peeled the warm fabric free and closed my fist around it. Residual heat still clung to the cloth; she’d clearly been wearing them until seconds ago.
The crotch confirmed it. The black fabric was soaked through with her juices—the thick, shameless wetness only a bitch in heat produces. The filthy mark left by a beauty like her short-circuited whatever reason I had left.
While Jinsu stayed glued to his screen I stuffed Auntie’s panties into my pocket. Later they’d make perfect jack-off material. Having delivered her underwear under the table, she propped her chin on one hand, pretended nothing had happened, and asked with a soft eye-smile:
“Sejin, how’s the food Auntie made?”
“…It’s incredibly good.”
“If you want more, just say so. I’ll give you plenty more♥”
Jinsu never noticed the sticky looks we traded; his eyes never left the phone. He couldn’t possibly imagine that the panties his mother had been wearing were now in my pocket. Doing this right under his nose only made the thrill sharper.
“…Heh.”
Auntie watched me with a satisfied little smile. Every tiny gesture of hers looked unbearably seductive. Whenever our eyes met she fluttered those pretty lashes and smiled, and the smile carried a thick, man-melting sexual heat.
Of course she only showed me that playful face; the second Jinsu looked up she snapped back into the gentle, elegant mother he knew.
Wait a second.
Did that mean she was bare under the skirt right now?
The mental image of Auntie sitting there with nothing on beneath her skirt made my cock stiffen hard and fast.
Time slipped by.
“Ahh… I’m stuffed. Thanks for the meal.”
Jinsu had cleaned his bowl completely. He stood at the perfect moment, announced he was going to wash his hair, and disappeared into his room. Suddenly only Auntie and I remained at the table. Soft clinks of dishes filled the quiet, yet a charged, sticky atmosphere began to thicken between us.
She spoke first.
“You really cleaned your plate… Was Auntie’s cooking that delicious?”
“Yes… I want more.”
“Heh… Then I’ll give you more. Come under the table for me?”
She crooked a finger, beckoning me beneath the tablecloth. I swallowed hard, lifted the cloth, and slipped under.
Right in front of me was the lower half of Auntie seated in her chair—those long, beautiful bare legs. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her knee.
“Haa… Auntie. Your feet are so pretty too.”
I kissed the top of her foot, then licked slowly upward along the smooth white length of her leg. When my face reached her thigh she spread her legs wide with a soft, wet sound, flashing everything under the skirt. No panties, just as I’d guessed. Her pussy was fully exposed, already dripping thick, filthy juices.
The rich, heavy scent of aroused female rolling out from under the skirt short-circuited my brain.
“Auntie… the side dish smells amazing.”
“Mmm… does it?”
“Yeah. It’s so sweet…”
I buried my mouth against her cunt and started sucking like a starving animal.
“Ah—! Yes… right there…”
She let out sweet, excited little breaths as I greedily drank her juices. Being under the table meant I couldn’t see her face, and that was almost a crime.
It was my first time eating pussy, but it wasn’t hard. Watching a beauty who looked like she’d stepped off a TV screen get worked up under my tongue only made me hungrier. I licked her out with pure joy.
“Slurp… suck… How’s it feel getting your pussy eaten by your son’s friend?”
“Y-yes… it feels so good…”
The reminder of exactly what we were doing only wound her tighter; more slick poured out of her. Both hands clamped down on my head, shoving my mouth harder against her cunt. Getting off even more because it was her son’s friend doing this… what a filthy woman.
I was just as lost in it.
Then my tongue dragged across the little bean-like nub at the top of her slit.
“Hhk—! Hnn?!”
Her reaction exploded. That had to be her clit. Since it got the strongest response, I zeroed in on it, lashing the swollen bud relentlessly.
Under my stubborn tongue she twisted her toes open and closed, looking helpless. But her pussy told a different story—juice kept pouring out in thick streams. I licked up every drop.
“Ahhk… yes! Lick there more! Nngh—!”
Those lewd moans only drove me harder. High on the female pheromones that punched straight into a man’s brain, I was one breath away from losing all reason.
Then the unthinkable happened. Jinsu—who was supposed to be washing his hair—walked into the kitchen.
“Mom! Do you know where any extra towels are?”
“U-uhh?”
We both froze solid.
Luckily the tablecloth still hid me completely; he hadn’t spotted me.
Shit. That was close.
If I hadn’t stopped sucking the second I heard him, the wet sounds alone might have given us away. I held my breath and waited for him to leave. Through the hanging cloth I could even see his legs.
“T-towels? None in the bathroom?”
“Yeah. I think they’re all used up.”
Listening to the mother-son conversation above the table, I suddenly noticed something wrong. An insane amount of juice was pouring out of Auntie’s pussy. The danger itself seemed to turn her on even more.
…
As if confirming my suspicion, she slowly spread her thighs wider, putting her cunt on full display. It was a shameful pose she could never let her son see—yet the voice floating down from above the table stayed perfectly calm.
“There should be towels in the laundry room.”
Her hand slipped under the table. Two fingers spread her pussy lips wide open. At the same time her legs coiled around my head and squeezed, wordlessly ordering me to keep licking. I had no choice but to bury my mouth in her again.
—suck… slurp…
I drank her juices as quietly as possible so Jinsu wouldn’t hear. Auntie tightened those pale thighs even harder, crushing my face against her dripping cunt.
“Mom, where’d Sejin go?”
“Sejin? He stepped outside a minute ago to take a call…”
“Oh, maybe his stepmom called?”
Completely clueless, he tossed the comment over his shoulder and left the kitchen.
The second he was gone Auntie finally let out the cry she’d been holding back and came hard.
“Haaaaaah♥”
She must have been wound impossibly tight; her juices shot out like a water pistol. I swallowed every drop. Looking down at me, she rewarded me with the filthiest, most vulgar smile I’d ever seen, then gently stroked my hair as if praising a good boy.
“Haa… how was the side dish? Did you like it?”
“Yes… I ate well.”
I climbed back out from under the table and sat in my chair as if nothing had happened. Auntie watched me with a soft eye-smile, and for a long moment we simply traded filthy looks. Then a fun idea hit me.
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“Auntie.”
“Hmm?”
“Would you like to try the side dish I can make for you…?”