Caught by Her Daughter
The moment the call ended, Yeonwoo pressed his lips to her shoulder, kissing her sweat-damp skin with slow tenderness.
"I think I could go another round."
His voice was still thick with unspent lust.
Minyeong turned her head away, shy. Her cheeks were still burning red.
"You… really have no off switch, do you?"
She whispered it as if she couldn't believe him—yet his words alone sent heat flooding through her body all over again.
"Then… Yeonwoo, just a second…"
She gave his arm a light push with her hand.
"Hm? Why?"
"Wait for me."
Minyeong shot him one last coy, bashful glance, then tugged her rumpled dress into some semblance of order, rose, and vanished into the master bedroom.
A soft thud.
The door closed gently.
Yeonwoo leaned back against the sink and waited, a quiet smile playing on his lips as he wondered what she was up to.
A moment later, Minyeong's voice drifted softly from the room.
"Yeonwoo… come in."
The instant he opened the door and stepped inside, the air left his lungs.
Minyeong stood in the center of the room wearing the filthy little set he had just given her.
Black sheer mesh lingerie.
The fabric was so transparent it barely covered anything at all. Her pink nipples and the soft rose flush of her areolas showed clearly through the mesh. Below was no different—the dark, soft thatch between her thighs and the faintly parted outline of her pussy were laid bare without a shred of concealment.
Black mesh stockings clung taut to her legs, the delicate net pattern tracing every curve of her smooth thighs and calves, throwing the sheen of her skin into sharp relief. The tops of the stockings sat perfectly flush beneath a black garter belt, and the belt itself only heightened the whole seduction. Black straps wrapped and cinched around her sleek thighs, crisscrossing the lines of her waist and hips so that every inch of bare skin stood out even more. Metal buckles and clasps caught the light and glinted softly, trembling with her slightest movement.
She had her head tipped down in embarrassment, but her eyes were shining. The pose was unmistakably meant to tempt him.
"I knew it… it'd look incredible on you."
Yeonwoo's voice dropped low as he took a step closer.
"Seriously… where do you even buy lingerie like this?"
"I… had a hell of a time finding it myself."
His gaze raked hungrily over every stretch of skin revealed through the mesh.
"It's so embarrassing. Clothes like this… I've never worn anything like them before."
"What made you decide to put them on? I mean, I gave them to you, but… I never thought you'd actually wear them for me."
"Like you said… I… felt like all I'd been doing was pushing you away… I wanted to show you how I feel too. That I… like you…"
Minyeong twisted one leg against the other in shy self-consciousness. The motion only made her more devastating— the garter straps pulled taut and sank lightly into the flesh of her thighs.
"Do you really like it when I wear something like this?"
She peeked up at him. Moisture of pure bashfulness made her eyes glitter.
"Yeah. I like it… it's insanely hot… Want to turn around for me?"
"Aing~ Come on… I'm already dying of embarrassment as it is…"
Minyeong muttered in a half-complaining tone, but her cheeks only burned hotter.
"While you're at it…"
"Fine."
She let out a soft sigh, lifted onto her toes a little, and began to turn slowly in place. Her movements were careful, awkward—and that only made her more captivating. With every rotation, smooth skin flashed provocatively through the mesh.
The bra straps crossed over her back; the intricate garter straps fanned out beneath the small of her spine; her ass and thighs worked in perfect, filthy harmony with all of it; the mesh stockings threw her long, slender legs into sharp relief.
When she completed the full circle and faced him again, Yeonwoo's breath caught.
His hand slid gently up her side and cupped her breast from below.
"Haheung~"
Wound tight with nerves and anticipation, her body answered his touch far more sharply than before.
"You're so beautiful."
His fingers traced down along a garter strap as he spoke.
"Haah… you… you like this kind of look? Hnn…"
Minyeong whispered, holding her breath.
Yeonwoo gathered her against him and guided her slowly toward the bed, easing her down onto the mattress.
"This is the kind of look any man would lose his mind over."
Her body sank into the sheets. Minyeong no longer tried to pull away; instead she parted her legs a little, offering him a deliberately provocative pose.
"Want me even more than before…?"
Yeonwoo gave a quiet nod and climbed over her.
His mouth brushed her throat, her collarbone, then wandered lower to linger around her navel. He kissed his way down her skin, lower and lower, until his tongue dragged across the pink flesh visible through the crotch of the mesh panties.
She moaned at the wet heat of it.
"Heuheong~~"
Yeonwoo sucked at her pussy right through the fabric, then gently stroked upward along the center of the panties.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"These panties… they're split right down the middle."
He eased the slit open with his fingers.
"Oh my god!! What is that? The panties…"
"They're open like this. So… I can put it in without even taking them off. Nice, right?"
"You're insane… this is so embarrassing."
His other hand slipped between the cups of the mesh bra.
"Hnnngh…"
"From here on out I really want to enjoy this outfit on you."
His fingers worked their way through the tight mesh. As they slid across her hot skin, the rough texture of the fabric against the softness of her flesh tickled his fingertips. His breathing deepened.
"Thank you… for showing me yourself like this."
He meant it. No matter how much she might be falling for him, a woman past forty putting on lingerie like this and baring her body for her daughter's boyfriend took real courage. It was proof that she no longer saw him merely as Hyena's boyfriend—she saw him as a man she wanted.
"I'm glad. That you like it this much…"
"I want to eat you already."
The low murmur made Minyeong's face blaze.
"You're… already eating me."
His hand pushed deeper into the bra and rolled her nipple. A small moan slipped past her lips; her body twisted in answer.
"Ah… it feels strange…"
Minyeong shook her head, panting, but Yeonwoo didn't stop. His other hand explored the thigh cinched by the garter. When his palm met the bare flesh above the black stocking, her leg trembled.
"Looking at you like this… is so fucking hot."
"I'm worried I just look ridiculous at my age."
"I want you like this every time we meet from now on."
"Hnnngh… if you like it that much… I'll try to be braver… haah… if you like it, then I like it too."
Hot breath and tongue traced down the line of her throat. Minyeong clutched his hair and urged him on.
"Yeonwoo… do whatever you want… handle me as roughly as you like… ah…"
Her moans only stoked him higher. He peeled one cup aside, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard. Minyeong arched back and locked her arms around his head.
"Harder… harder…"
He answered the plea with roughness—teeth grazing, body crushing her close. One hand seized her ass; the other raked through the garter straps. He stroked the skin above the stockings, then dragged his palm up the sensitive inner thigh.
"Here… you're really sensitive."
Minyeong tried to twist her legs shut and escape, but Yeonwoo only used the opening to push his hand farther in. The moment his fingers met her through the panties, her whole body went rigid. Then those fingers slipped through the open slit and sank into her pussy.
"So wet."
"I'm soaked, aren't I…? It's embarrassing…"
"Show me more. Come on."
When he said it with a light laugh, Minyeong reached down with her own hands, spread her pussy open, and stretched the entrance wider.
"Like this?"
Her glistening cunt was laid completely bare. She held her breath and turned her face away.
"Yeah. Minyeong's pussy… is so pretty."
"Then… make a fuss over it…"
"I will. I'll spoil it rotten."
His fingers pushed inside and a broken cry tore from her throat. The way he worked her—confident, dazzling—said he could make a woman come with nothing but one hand. Pleasure crashed over her; she squeezed her eyes shut while he watched every second of it.
"Hwaaang~ Yeonwoo… you… you're really good at this. Haang~ haang~ How do you make it feel this good…"
Yeonwoo lifted her legs onto his shoulders and stroked the stockings.
"Now… I'm going to suck you."
"Hm? Suck what?"
"Our Minyeong's pretty little pussy…"
He lowered his head between her thighs. His tongue dragged across her most sensitive place.
"Ah… there…. It feels so good. When you suck me…"
After the skilled fingers came the soft, relentless tongue. Minyeong had already come once on his hand and was still shuddering from it; the added wet heat of his mouth made her thrash. Yeonwoo licked her with devoted care—faster, harder, deeper.
The truth was, Minyeong had always hated having a man's tongue on her pussy. Not because the sensation itself was bad, but because the act had always struck her as unclean. Filthy, plain and simple. But after experiencing Yeonwoo's mouth just once, she had learned how beautiful and astonishing it could be. Now the mere sight of his head disappearing between her legs set her body on fire and filled her mind with hungry anticipation.
Her legs shook as another massive wave of pleasure swallowed her whole. She cried his name as she came again.
"Haahk! I… I came… Yeonwoo… hahk!"
"You come so easily… such a sensitive body."
"It's because it's you. It's never like this with anyone else."
Minyeong was still gasping through the aftershocks—but Yeonwoo wasn't finished. He flipped her onto her stomach. She understood at once, turning and pushing her ass up for him. The way the garter belt cinched and framed the curve of her hips was obscenely sexy. Between those cheeks her pink pussy fluttered, glossy with her own slick.
"You… this position is seriously filthy."
"Is it? I… feel like I'm going to die of shame… but if you like it… I could stay like this all day."
She answered bashfully, yet his praise clearly pleased her. Her body was already open and ready for him.
Yeonwoo parted the split in the panties again and drove his cock roughly through the gap.
Minyeong jolted and cried out.
"Ah…! It's in… all the way…"
"Still so tight."
"Does it feel good?"
"Minyeong, you… taste fucking incredible, no question…"
He gripped her hips and started to move hard and fast. The mesh bra still clung to her body, bouncing with her breasts; the garter straps hung loose and slipped a little farther with every thrust.
"This outfit… looks perfect on you."
Yeonwoo panted the words. The way her pussy clenched around him made him sink deeper still. The bed shook under the force of their hunger; Minyeong buried her face in the pillow and sobbed.
"Yeonwoo… hurry… I'm so scared Hyena might come home. Too… ah…!"
"It's not even six yet. Still—"
Then Yeonwoo felt it—a sudden, cold prickle of wrongness. His eyes snapped instinctively toward the bedroom door.
The door was open.
Hyena stood there holding a cake box, frozen solid as ice, staring at the scene inside the room. Every drop of color had drained from her face; her eyes were huge, locked on the impossible sight before her.
If Yeonwoo had been watching her status window, tracking her location… if he had been even a little less lost in what they were doing, a little more aware of the sounds around them… could he have avoided this?
But those "ifs" no longer meant a thing.
Yeonwoo's sudden stillness made Minyeong glance back in confusion. Her eyes found the doorway—and then they met her daughter's.
Time stopped.
"Mom… Oppa… how could the two of you… this can't be real…"
The cake box in her hands shook violently.
"Hyena. This is… Hyena… Yeonwoo… pull out. Pull out right now!!!!"