My Friend’s Mom Loves Thick, Rich Sauce
Auntie Saea pulled two lunchboxes and a thermos from the bag she had brought and set them down on the trunk I was perched on.
Then she held out the relatively large wooden lunchbox toward me and moved to sit beside me.
“Not so fast, Auntie. You eat on your knees in front of me.”
“Even during a meal… do we really have to go that far?”
“Your service isn’t finished yet. Or… don’t you want to satisfy me?”
Perhaps recalling my promise not to finish inside her, Auntie obediently sank to her knees on the parking-garage floor and opened the plastic lunchbox in her hands.
Inside Auntie’s lunchbox was nothing but spaghetti noodles tossed with assorted vegetables and a mere sprinkle of salt.
Ah… that’s a full-on diet meal.
Well… looking at how neither Seoa nor Auntie has an ounce of fat on them, it’s only natural they stick to strict diets every day.
When I’d called that morning, Auntie had been preparing Seoa’s lunch, so my menu should have been the same. The difference in lunchbox size was probably just the portion. With a faintly disappointed look over the menu, I opened my own lunchbox.
Whoa… damn.
The food inside the wooden lunchbox was nothing like what I’d expected. Grilled eel glazed in teriyaki sauce, pickled sides of radish and cabbage, plus seaweed flakes, wasabi, and green onion. If only green tea had been included, the presentation wouldn’t have looked out of place sold as hatsumabushi in a restaurant.
Surprised, I looked at Auntie—only to find she was already pouring green tea from the thermos into a suitably sized bowl.
“Wow… this is actually moving. Why is my menu different?”
At my question, Auntie looked a little shy and turned her head to the side. All day long she had been shooting me looks of contempt and resentment, only to intermittently show this bashful side. It seemed even she hadn’t sorted out her feelings toward me and was thoroughly confused.
“I-I just…! I simply thought different people suit different foods! I can’t feed a kid as tall and big as you the same thing Seoa and I eat…”
Too embarrassed to meet my eyes, Auntie set the bowl of green tea down beside me.
“You must have been short on time. When did you even prepare all this?”
“E-everything else was just ingredients I already had at home. After your call I only bought the eel at the market. Don’t read too much into it—just eat before it gets cold.”
Something like expectation colored Auntie’s tone, so I put a piece of eel in my mouth. Beneath where the eel had been, a thin layer of rice was spread.
Whoa… insane. I felt it last time I visited too, but Auntie really is an incredible cook.
“H-how is it?”
Auntie stole a glance at me as she asked.
“Wow, it’s really, truly, completely, unbelievably delicious!”
“Is that so? I’m glad it suits your taste. I am rather good at cooking, you know. Even as a child Seoa always ate her mother’s cooking so well.”
Pride in her cooking skills made Auntie shrug her shoulders and lift the corners of her mouth at my praise.
Back in elementary school, one reason Saea had been a little pig must have been Auntie’s cooking. As I topped the eel with wasabi and ate, I watched Auntie—she was spearing plain lettuce with a fork, nothing on it.
“Do you always eat salad without dressing?”
“I only use a little olive oil sometimes.”
This seemed like the right moment. I set the lunchbox aside for a moment, pointed with a finger at my cock still standing stiff and upright, and spoke to Auntie.
“Cha Saea. Suck it.”
“Y-you… in the middle of eating, suddenly… why—”
“A slave talking back?”
“Haa…”
The eyes that had been almost favorable toward me a moment ago flipped back to contempt. Of course, that was exactly what I’d intended. Since Auntie clearly held some affection for me, forcing her to do something she hated at an unexpected moment would throw her feelings for me into chaos. Once she was in a state where she couldn’t properly judge those emotions, I would gradually raise her submissiveness—until eventually she would feel only what I ordered her to feel. That was the plan.
But… does she actually hate it? Her expression and words work hard to show dislike, yet her body has always been honest.
Auntie sighed, set her lunchbox on the floor, wrapped one hand around my cock, and slowly took it into her mouth. With her free hand she swept her long hair back so it wouldn’t fall forward, slowly swallowing my cock—the sight of her was extremely alluring. She’d gotten the hang of it now; even without me touching her, she took my cock deeper on her own.
Not a forced throat-fucking, but a fellatio that gently enveloped my cock in the slick mucus of her mouth and caressed it. This felt pretty good too. No—while eating, this was actually better.
Slurp, slurp~♡ *suck*
Even while sucking, Auntie kept glancing up from time to time to gauge my reaction. That gaze felt like it was seducing me, sending a shiver of stimulation through my body. Receiving service from her moist saliva, soft mucus, and tongue, I picked up the lunchbox again and continued eating.
Ahh…
The soft, wet pleasure on my cock combined with the sweet, savory taste of eel filling my mouth—dopamine flooded my brain like fireworks going off. I added green onion and grated radish to the bowl of green tea, laid a spoonful of rice on top, and ate ochazuke as well. Absolute perfection. Around the time I’d nearly emptied the lunchbox, the urge to cum rose from my cock.
Time to start today’s main course.
Auntie’s face was flushed red as she sucked me. As the urge to climax climbed higher and higher, just when I was ready to pump out my load, I pushed Auntie away and pulled my cock from her mouth.
“H-huh? Why? Did I do something wr—”
Ignoring her startled words, I stood up, lifted Auntie’s lunchbox, and pumped a thick load of cum into it. The green and purple vegetables and the pale yellow spaghetti noodles were stained with thick, dense white murk. When I turned my gaze on Auntie, her expression was painted with shock.
“Auntie, finish up for me.”
I sat back down on the trunk. Auntie only looked back and forth between the cum-filled lunchbox and me, not moving.
“What are you doing, Auntie? If you agreed to service me with your mouth-pussy, cleanup is basic. Or… are you going to finish me with your pussy like usual?”
“You… really…”
“Choose! Mouth? Or pussy?”
Auntie Saea shot me a look of pure contempt, then began licking up the cum clinging around my cock with her tongue. After thoroughly cleaning every drop of cum left on and around my cock with her mouth and tongue, Auntie looked up at me and opened her mouth to show me. Because I cum so much in a single load, even just the residue left around was enough to fill her mouth—cum overflowed from her open lips and soaked her chest.
Damn. As expected of a total pervert—she even does the proof shot.
“Swallow. Now.”
Cupping the cum dripping from her mouth with her hand, Auntie shook her head side to side.
“Hmm… I can’t be satisfied with this.”
Gulp, gulp.
Only after hearing my words did Auntie swallow the cum filling her mouth, then scoop the cum from her hand back in and finish that too. A moment later, having swallowed every drop, Auntie pulled her mouth open with both index fingers to show me the inside.
She refused when I ordered her, but once she actually started eating it she swallows pretty well. What…? Is she used to swallowing cum?
“How does cum taste? Edible enough?”
“Fragrant… n-no! It’s fishy and utterly unpleasant.”
??? Didn’t she just say fragrant?
Something about Auntie’s expression as she answered was odd. Her eyes were a little hazy, her face flushed deep red. Of course, it wasn’t the first or second time her eyes had gone blank and her face had flushed while I fucked her… but the feel of this expression was slightly different from before. Like the satisfaction after eating something incredibly delicious?
“Auntie, have you eaten cum before? You’re surprisingly good at it. Ah. Maybe you tried Seoa’s dad’s?”
The moment I mentioned Seoa’s father I thought oops, but instead of the icy reaction from earlier, Auntie answered in her usual tone.
“We agreed not to talk about him… With him I never did any sexual acts other than ordinary penetration. He wasn’t a filthy psycho pervert like you.”
The tone was normal, but the word choice was extremely harsh for Auntie.
“Well then, shall we finish our meal?”
“H-how am I supposed to eat after you’ve done that to it?”
“You were only eating plain greens without dressing, so I poured on a nutrient-packed dressing for you. If you refuse, I’ll be hurt. I might not be able to feel satisfied?”
Tremble, tremble…
Auntie clenched both fists tight and shook, then picked up the lunchbox.
Less resistance than I expected. Don’t tell me… beyond just being used to eating cum, does she actually find it delicious? With Auntie… that somehow feels possible.
I poured green tea into the empty bowl and sipped while watching Auntie eat. At first her hand holding the fork trembled as she picked up the cum-soaked vegetables one piece at a time and nibbled them. But as time passed she began eating as naturally as if it were a regular salad with dressing. Not a hint of dislike showed on her face as she ate.
What? Does she actually enjoy the taste of cum?
My original plan had been to watch Auntie suffer through the cum-covered food, forced by my coercion to choke it down. But she was eating so well it was actually throwing me off. Watching her unexpected reaction, Auntie didn’t even scrape the cum off the spaghetti noodles—she mixed in what clung to the container and ate that too.
“Auntie. It must really be delicious, huh? You’re eating so well.”
“N-no. This is my first meal of the day so I have no choice… Hnn♡”
Mid-answer Auntie suddenly let out a moan and trailed off. Her eyes were hazier than before, her face dyed a rosy pink.
There’s no way cum tastes good… don’t tell me Auntie’s sexual fetish is this kind of thing?
Judging by the posts on her account, Auntie’s spectrum of sexual desire seemed extremely broad, but even among those there would be desires she particularly preferred.
And that… was eating cum?
If true, it was a fetish that truly suited a sow running a lewd account. Timing it for the moment Auntie had completely emptied the lunchbox, I offered the after-meal thanks.
“Thanks for the meal.”
“Thanks for the meal♡”
As if by habit, Auntie also pressed both palms together in the middle and gave her thanks.
“Was the dressing I gave you that delicious? I’ll have to make it for you often.”
“I told you it’s not… really… it’s nooot♡”
Auntie wrapped both arms around her upper body, twisting and writhing as she answered in a coaxing tone. Looking closer, her body seemed heated—she was pressing her thighs hard together, clamping down on her crotch. I considered fucking her while she was this worked up, but a better idea came to mind.
I should stop here. I won’t let her relieve this thoroughly aroused desire.
The foundation of training is balance—knowing when to push and when to hold back.
“Auntie, you can go now. Thanks to you I had a delicious meal.”
“H-huh? Really?”
Apparently she hadn’t expected me to actually just send her off. Auntie asked again with a faintly regretful expression. Dropping a little bait here would be effective.
“Why? Disappointed you didn’t get creampied today? Then I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”
“N-no, I’ll go♡”
Auntie hurriedly gathered the lunchboxes and the clothes she’d taken off earlier and climbed into the back seat. Looking at her from behind, the love juices flowing from her pussy and running down her thighs were clearly visible. A moment later Auntie emerged from the back seat, changed out of Seoa’s clothes into different ones. In a black long skirt and a yellow tweed jacket, Auntie radiated a ripe, mature charm completely different from when she’d been wearing Seoa’s clothes.
Haa… looking at her like this I want to push her down and fuck her roughly right now.
But I held back. For proper training, you also have to know how to wait. If I simply sent off an Auntie who was so obviously in heat, it wouldn’t be easy for her to resolve her desire alone.
“Th-then… I’ll go?”
Auntie asked one more time with a deliberately regretful look. Her face was flushed, and from the way she bit her lip she was already so worked up she couldn’t think straight.
“Yes. Head on in. Ah! And from now on, don’t wait for my approval—just use the photos I send you and post however you want on Tiafans. That turns me on more. Of course, treating the subscribers like worthless losers is mandatory, not optional.”
“Y-you think I’ll be grateful for that?”
“Don’t want to?”
“N-no. It’s not that. Anyway, I understand, so I’m really going now.”
“Okay~”
As if chased by something, Auntie hurried into the driver’s seat and immediately started the car.
Judging by her reaction, she’s more worked up than anything I’ve seen so far. Maybe… she’ll contact me before the day is over?