Come to My House

"As expected... reality feels much better than a dream."

"I'm glad."

Eun-jung smiled softly and lowered her head once more.

Her cheeks were already tinged with a faint, rosy blush.

This time she took him deeper, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more tenderly, filling her mouth completely with his length.

She extended her tongue fully, slowly licking upward from the base, while one hand gently cupped and massaged his balls with warm care.

Every single movement was infused with her heartfelt desire to please him.

Occasionally she would lift her gaze to read his expression, stroking him with devoted attention.

"Haah... Aunt... That feels incredible."

Slurp... Sluuuurp...

Pleased by his reaction, Eun-jung moved her head faster, finding a smooth rhythm.

Tae-seok's massive cock was drawn even deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.

The slick, glistening sounds of saliva filled the room with raw obscenity.

What had begun as an attempt to pleasure him soon ignited something else inside her. The longer she held him between her lips, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the hotter she burned, a sweet, electric thrill racing through her body that felt entirely different from the sensation of him buried inside her pussy.

Oh no... I think I might be enjoying this even more than he is.

Every vivid sensation of fullness in her mouth made her breathing grow ragged and uneven.

"Haah... I had no idea it could feel this good with my mouth."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Of course it is."

Still holding his cock between her lips, Eun-jung lifted her eyes to meet his.

"Can... can I stop now? My jaw is starting to ache."

The sight of her looking up at him with his cock still filling her mouth was unbearably adorable.

"Yes! I'm more than satisfied."

"Satisfied?"

"Mm... yes... completely... Ah!"

Tae-seok noticed her uncertain expression and the lukewarm emotion reading, and something seemed to click.

"Aunt... we're only just getting started, aren't we? Should I take over?"

"No. You just lie there. You moved a lot yesterday... This morning, let me take care of you."

The woman who had drawn such a strict line between them only yesterday had completely transformed.

Once she crossed that single boundary, the suppressed desires inside her had erupted like a dam breaking.

Eun-jung slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. A long, glistening strand of saliva connected them as she panted.

"Are you okay?"

"Isn't that... obvious?"

Before he could even finish answering, she climbed on top of him.

Bracing both hands on his chest, she spread her knees and wrapped them around his waist, then positioned her already soaking, glistening pussy directly over his thick, rock-hard shaft.

Her hand slid downward, gently wrapping around his burning, rigid length.

"Haah... It's so thick."

"Isn't that what makes it good?"

"It is, but... you're a bit much."

Eun-jung's face flushed crimson.

Even that was unbearably lovely to him.

She guided the head of his cock to her entrance and slowly rubbed it against her folds.

Every time the hot tip parted her soft lips and slid up and down, her hips trembled involuntarily.

"Haaang... Tae-seok..."

With her eyes half-closed, she savored the sensation, grinding his length against her most sensitive spot again and again.

Clear nectar flowed down his shaft in long rivulets, coating him with a glossy sheen.

When both her pussy and his cock were thoroughly drenched, Eun-jung drew in a deep breath and slowly lowered her hips.

"Mmmngh... Haaaaah...! It's so big..."

The feeling of Tae-seok's enormous cock stretching her open was still something she couldn't fully adjust to.

The moment she swallowed him to the hilt, her waist quivered violently.

Her eyes lost focus, growing hazy, while her parted lips released hot, needy breaths.

Then she began to move in earnest.

Straddling him, she rocked her hips in lewd, sensual circles.

As she picked up speed, slamming up and down with increasing force, her heavy breasts bounced wildly.

The full, firm mounds rose high before slapping down heavily, her nipples tracing erotic arcs in the air.

What is this? They seem... bigger. No, not bigger exactly... they look prettier. Is it just my imagination?

Even as the thought crossed her mind, Eun-jung didn't stop moving for a second.

Her face had already melted completely under waves of pleasure.

"Tae-seok... do you really like me?"

"Yes! I really do."

"Huuuung~ I... I can't believe it. Someone as wonderful as you... with an older woman like me..."

"If you keep saying things like that, I might start to dislike it."

Her eyes glistened with moisture, and her cheeks burned bright red.

"Okay. I won't. Please don't dislike me. I'll... I'll be so good to you."

Her lips stayed parted, releasing an endless stream of sweet moans.

"Ahhng...! It feels... too good...! Haaang...! Tae-seok...!"

Eun-jung threw her head back and moved even more fiercely.

Any shame she might have felt about riding him so shamelessly had been replaced by an overwhelming hunger to devour him completely.

Her cries grew almost desperate.

"Haaahk...! Huuuung~!"

After Eun-jung left, the room fell quiet once more.

The sound of the door closing lingered for a brief moment before dissolving into the air.

Tae-seok remained lying down for a long time.

His gaze toward the ceiling still carried little meaning.

Another day exactly like the ones ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠before had simply begun.

Yet somehow, it wasn't entirely the same.

Certain scenes kept resurfacing in his mind.

Eun-jung's expressions, her voice, the tiniest gestures.

And what felt even stranger was the way the corners of his mouth would twitch upward, if only for a fleeting instant, whenever he recalled them.

When Tae-seok noticed what was happening, he froze.

...Did I just smile?

It hadn't been a conscious effort.

The very fact that he was even capable of such an expression felt foreign to him.

He rubbed the back of his hand across his lips for a moment.

But that subtle sensation refused to fade easily.

His days used to be identical.

Wake up, lie motionless in bed without doing anything, then fall asleep again. That was all.

He had no will to live, no reason to keep going.

The very idea of starting something never even occurred to him.

Today, however, felt slightly different.

Tae-seok slowly sat up and made his way to the rooftop.

An old bench press that someone had apparently abandoned there years ago sat in the corner.

Without thinking, he walked over and brushed the dust off with his hand.

The rough texture left gray powder clinging to his fingertips.

He paused, then went back inside, grabbed a rag, and returned.

Soon the dust was gone, revealing the clean metal surface beneath.

If I do this, maybe some of the dust that's settled on me will come off too.

Nothing had completely filled the emptiness inside him yet, but it no longer felt like the total void it once had.

The hollow space that once seemed impossible to fill was slowly beginning to hold something.

It was just after six in the evening when Tae-seok's phone vibrated briefly.

A message from Eun-jung.

Soon after, a photo arrived.

Tae-seok stared at the screen for a long time.

Haah... Aunt...

He could clearly read her intentions.

She was trying, very gently, to draw him out of this isolated space and into the world again.

The old version of himself wouldn't have even properly looked at a message like this.

But now, something was different.

Through the window, he could see the faint outline of the street outside.

A place so close, yet one that had once felt like an entirely different universe.

Maybe... I should go out.

Yet the thought didn't take root. His heart hesitated to take even a single step forward.

And so Tae-seok remained, simply staring at the photo Eun-jung had sent.

Quite some time passed before another message arrived.

Tae-seok scrolled down and suddenly stopped breathing.

This time it wasn't a picture of food.

It was a selfie of Eun-jung.

What the hell is this...

He stared at the screen again.

In the photo, Eun-jung stood in front of her kitchen table.

She was wearing nothing but an extremely thin, sheer black slip.

Through the delicate fabric, her black bra and panties were clearly visible.

The image left nothing to the imagination, perfectly outlining her full breasts and the soft curves of her hips.

Her eyes were slightly raised in a mix of shyness and provocation, and her lips were parted with a moist sheen.

One shoulder strap had slipped down slightly, emphasizing the seductive line of her pale shoulder and the swell of her breast even more obscenely.

It wasn't outright vulgar exposure, but this slightly veiled version of her aroused him far more intensely.

The same Aunt Eun-jung who always seemed so pure and innocent... is doing this? ...This is real.