I Think of You as Special
“Hehehe.”
A soft chuckle. It was a little laugh Seong-min let slip while he was eating.
“Why are you laughing…?” Hye-suk asked from across the table, looking puzzled as she ate.
“I heard someone say something once.”
“Say what?”
“That rice tastes like honey after sex.”
“……”
“But the food really does taste amazing right now, so the line just popped into my head and I laughed…”
“Glad it tastes good. Hehe… that’s a relief…” Hye-suk answered with a smile, both cheeks flushing red. His words had been that blunt.
“Auntie.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m a healthy young guy too, you know…”
“That’s true… Last night was one thing, but I never expected it to happen again when I went to wake you up… That’s why I showered and reheated the soup.”
“Do you know why you told me I didn’t have to feel guilty?”
“Why…?”
“When I was sleeping up in the rooftop room, I used to think about you sometimes too…”
“About me?”
“Yeah. Auntie, you’ve got a great body and you’re a real beauty. So sometimes weird thoughts would cross my mind. Of course I never jerked off while imagining you.”
“That’s a little embarrassing… So Seong-min thought about me sometimes too…”
“Honestly, the fact that you’ve kept your chastity and lived alone all this time is pretty amazing. A woman like you must have guys sniffing around…”
“I never wanted to meet just any man. That’s not the kind of person I am…”
“Then I’m not just any man, am I?” Seong-min felt good.
“I couldn’t throw that kind of tantrum at just any man… And I wouldn’t celebrate just anyone’s birthday either…”
“So looking after me like that came from personal feelings too?”
“W-what? That is…!”
Watching Hye-suk fluster, Seong-min laughed.
“Haha… You don’t have to get so flustered. I’m joking. But it does feel nice, knowing I’m someone like that to you…”
Truthfully, Hye-suk still had something weighing on her heart. Was it really all right to have this kind of relationship with Seong-min, a boy around her son’s age?
“I’ve taken it, then.”
“Taken what…?”
“Your chastity. The chastity you’ve protected all this time—I’ve taken it…”
Her husband had passed away when her son Seong-jun was still in elementary school, so more than ten years had already gone by. In all that time she had never met another man, and of course there had been no physical relationship. The fidelity she had kept for her late husband had now been claimed by Seong-min.
“The meals you cook for me always taste great, but… today my appetite seems especially sharp.”
To anyone else it would have sounded like simple praise for the food, but to Hye-suk the words were far too suggestive. Her face flushed even redder.
Seong-min polished off two full bowls of rice. The soup disappeared just as thoroughly. After that delicious meal he finally set down his spoon.
“I set it out as breakfast, but it turned into lunch.”
“You’re right. It’s already noon.”
By the time they finished eating it was twelve o’clock. So they had essentially eaten lunch instead of breakfast.
“Wait on the sofa~ I’ll clean up and bring coffee.”
“I’ll help.”
Seong-min pitched in with the clearing. He carried the empty side-dish bowls to the sink and stacked the containers neatly back into the refrigerator after closing their lids. Meanwhile Hye-suk pulled on rubber gloves and began washing the dishes.
“Just wipe with the dishcloth, right?”
“Mm~ Wipe with the one over there and hand it to me.”
“Got it~!”
Seong-min wiped the table clean with the cloth and handed it over to her.
“Thanks~ Now go rest.”
Seong-min did not go rest on the sofa.
“What are you doing~~”
He had come up behind her while she washed dishes, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Your back looks sexy, Auntie…”
“I’m washing dishes~”
She wriggled as if trying to shake off the embrace from behind, but to Seong-min it only felt coquettish.
“It’s just the two of us anyway, so it’s fine…”
The right hand that was not holding her waist slipped under her top and began fondling the breast cupped inside her bra. Nuzzling the nape of her neck, he licked her earlobe and pressed his lower body tighter against her. Already hard, he prodded her backside.
“Now that we’re like this… I don’t want to hold back anymore…”
At his whispered words a soft, lewd breath escaped Hye-suk’s parted lips. While kneading the bra-covered breast and gently caressing her earlobe, Seong-min used the left hand around her waist to grab the hem of her top and pull it upward. Her bare midriff and the floral bra she had changed into came into view; then he seized both cups with both hands and yanked them up roughly. In an instant Hye-suk’s breasts spilled free while she still stood at the sink in rubber gloves.
He kneaded the soft flesh with both hands, savoring the feel, then licked the nape of her neck again to stimulate her. The left hand that had been mauling the pudding-soft breast slid down over her exposed side and belly, then lower still, stroking the legs hidden beneath her skirt.
Ssslick…
He hiked the skirt up, caressing the smooth flesh of her thighs, then brushed her crotch and slipped his hand naturally inside her panties.
“Your hand… nnngh…”
Listening to the moans she could not hold back, Seong-min kept teasing the nape of her neck with his tongue. The hand inside her panties stroked and rubbed her secret place, then withdrew, grabbed the waistband, and tugged the panties down. When they had been pulled to mid-thigh by his strength, Seong-min shoved down his own sweatpants and underwear and slid his erect cock between her legs, rubbing the glans and the upper shaft against her pussy.
The bold act turned Hye-suk’s face strawberry-red. After grinding the head and shaft against her mound for a good while, the signal came and he did not hold back—he came. The moment the cock trapped between her thighs twitched, Hye-suk looked down. She saw the semen spurt against the lower part of the sink.
But Seong-min was not finished. He stepped back, pulled her disheveled hips toward him so she stuck them out, then used his left hand to spread her cheeks and lined himself up with the pussy revealed beneath her anus.
Schlickkkkk…
With a wet sound the tight hole stretched open and he sank in from the glans all the way to the root. Hiking her skirt higher to bare her ass, he pushed in to the hilt while fondling the cheeks.
“Aaaah…!”
Hearing the cry that burst from her, he began moving his hips in earnest.
Schlick… schlick… schlickkkk…
Hot flesh clung from every side, squeezing and sucking hard. His breathing roughened as he kept a steady rhythm.
Thud-thud-thud thud-thud-thud
The wet slap of his pelvis against her ass grew louder. Seong-min focused only on thrusting into the hole overflowing with her juices. Still wearing the rubber gloves, Hye-suk gripped the sink and pushed her hips back a little farther, adjusting her stance so he could enter more easily. Holding her pelvis with both hands, Seong-min panted roughly and concentrated on driving into her.
Thud-thud-thud thud-thud-thud
It looked exactly like a dog in heat mounting a bitch.
“I’m… coming…!”
When climax neared—
Thud-thud-thud thud-thud-thud
—Seong-min, still slamming his hips against her ass, pulled out and sprayed his semen across her bare cheeks. A generous amount pulsed out, soiling her firm backside.
“Haa… haaa…”
Hye-suk kept her hips pushed out, still holding the pose as she caught her breath. The moment he finished, Seong-min wasted no time spreading the dirtied cheeks again and pushing the cum-smeared glans back into the exposed hole.
“Ah…!”
Feeling the sticky inner flesh cling to him once more, he moved his hips just as before.
Thud-thud-thud thud-thud-thud.
Seong-min spent the entire Sunday at home with Hye-suk. He never went outside; that day he simply stayed glued to her side.
“A lot of earwax coming out?”
“This… is pretty serious.”
“That bad?”
“Really serious…”
“Umm… this is embarrassing.”
Lying with his head in Hye-suk’s lap on the sofa, Seong-min frowned.
“Just kidding~”
“What? It was a joke? I thought you were serious~~”
“Hohoho!”
Hye-suk finished cleaning one of his ears.
“Okay, roll over.”
When he turned onto his side she cleaned the other ear as well.
“So how much was there really?”
“Just a little built up. Not that much.”
“You’re not saying that just to make me feel better, right?”
“Of course not~”
“Okay. I’ll believe you.”
“It’s not about believing—it’s the truth, you know?”
Careful not to scratch the inside of his ear, Hye-suk dug out the wax with delicate precision.
“Done.”
After a while she checked that everything was clean and finished the job.
“Seong-min, your ears are all cleaned.”
When he did not answer she looked at his face.
“He fell asleep already…”
He was already breathing softly in sleep. Hye-suk did not wake him. She simply stroked his hair with one hand and gazed down at him.
Thank you, Seong-min…
She expressed her gratitude to him only in her heart. She was afraid he would discover these feelings of hers. What would he think if he learned that an ajumma like her had fallen for a boy who could almost be her son? That fear had made her cry when he finally found out. He had comforted her and soothed her. And now she knew he felt no burden about having become this close to her.
To Hye-suk her late husband had been everything. That was why she had blocked and rejected every man who approached her. She had believed she must not do otherwise. But once her son grew up and left home, leaving her alone, the emptiness in her heart had been filled by Seong-min; the comfort he gave her had drawn her in without her even realizing it. Before she knew it, her heart had gone out to this young man who was around her son’s age.
I’m sorry, darling… If you find me distasteful for this… when I die and meet you again I’ll apologize with my whole life. But… right now… this feels like a dream…
The man sleeping with his head on her thigh was so very lovable to her.
That night Seong-min did not go up to the rooftop room.
Inside Hye-suk’s bedroom—
“Auntie…!”
“Nngh!… Haaa… Seong-min… aaaah…!”
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
Faint, lewd sounds leaked through the closed door of her bedroom.
“I’m… coming…!!!”
“Ah, inside… nngh… it’s okay if you come…!”
The sticky conversation drifting from the bedroom made it clear that the two of them were passionately joined as one body.