Chapter 26: Auntie Makes Her Choice
I waited in the car parked in the lot for Ayoung to finish her shift. She'd switched to afternoons, so I figured she still had a while, but fiddling with my phone, I realized quite a bit of time had passed.
Click.
The passenger door opened. Ayoung peered inside, head half-lowered. She scanned the parking lot once, looked back at me, then swept the lot again. Only after confirming no one was around did she cautiously settle her ass onto the seat.
"Why do you keep looking around like that?"
"W-well... what if someone sees?"
Her face was full of apology. Even as we pulled out of the lot, her eyes lingered on the rearview mirror, checking over and over for any cars following.
"I told you not to be embarrassed."
She waved her hands frantically at my irritated tone.
"I-I'm just worried it'll cause you trouble."
A twenty-year-old kid's mom hanging off her son's friend—anyone would think it was weird. She was being cautious purely out of concern for me. Worry about yourself first...
"Sorry."
She dipped her head slightly in apology, her hands clenched tight on her bag strap over her lap.
"Forget it."
Feeling a bit awkward at her attitude, I reached to start the engine, but Ayoung spoke up.
"Um... me."
"What?"
"Try this."
She held out a plastic bag, glancing at me nervously, fingers curled around the edge.
"What's this?"
I took it and opened it: a twisty doughnut dusted with sugar. Grease had soaked into the bag, shiny on my fingertips. I gave her a puzzled look.
"Th-there was leftover stock on half-off sale, so I bought it."
She fidgeted, pointing at the bag.
"They said it was good... so, try it."
Her voice trailed off smaller and smaller.
"Is it... too cheap? Sorry. You probably don't eat stuff like this."
A hollow laugh escaped me. She'd gone out of her way on her way home to buy this? Her apologetic glances while handing over a single doughnut to the guy who dropped millions on her clothes—it was funny. But tossing it out after she'd bought it for me felt wrong.
I pulled out the twisty and took a bite. The oily dough, probably old, melted soggily on my tongue, but it wasn't bad.
"It's good."
Ayoung beamed, eyes narrowing into crescents, lips curving up. Pure relief.
"R-really? Good thing."
"Did you try it?"
"Huh? No."
I broke off half and held it out.
"Try some."
"No, it's fine."
I told the waving-off Ayoung,
"It's no good alone."
"O-okay. Thanks."
She took it gingerly and started munching. Her small mouth meant tiny bites. Cheeks bulging alternately with sugared dough like a hamster.
There was another bag inside the first.
"What's that?"
"Oh, this? For Woochan."
She'd brought mine first but packed his separately. Annoyance flared up for no reason.
"I'm short too—mind if I have it?"
"Uh... sure? Then..."
I snatched the bag from her hesitating hand. She looked up startled but didn't stop me. I devoured the rest.
"I'll buy Woochan's later."
"Th-thanks."
Ayoung smiled faintly and nodded. Not mad I'd stolen her son's share—instead, thrilled I'd enjoyed it.
I pulled up in front of her apartment complex. As she moved to get out, I opened my door too.
"Let's take a walk before you go in."
"...Okay."
Ayoung's eyes widened as she looked up at me. Surprised I wasn't pushing for sex.
We turned into the alley behind the building. A narrow path with streetlights spaced sparsely. Ayoung kept glancing around but stuck close to my side. She flinched each time our arms brushed but didn't pull away.
Suddenly, she ducked her head.
"What?"
"S-someone I know."
Someone approached from ahead. Ayoung's shoulders tensed rigid. I grinned and grabbed her ass. Flesh yielded between my fingers over her skirt.
"Eek...!"
Ayoung jolted like she'd been shocked. The noise made the oncoming person turn our way. I pulled her waist, drawing her naturally against me to block the view. Her back pressed to my chest. Her heart hammered through to me.
I didn't let go. Kneaded her slowly over the skirt.
"D-don't..."
Begging voice, but her body pressed even closer. The passerby tilted their head, slowing. Ayoung held her breath to avoid detection, helpless under my touch. Shoulders quivering faintly.
I gripped her chin, turned her face, and covered her lips.
"Mmph, mm...!"
Tension drained from her body. Her stiff back melted into my arms. Hands flailed before clutching my collar.
Ahem.
A fake cough. The person looked away and quickened their pace. I broke the kiss and looked down. Her face flushed to her ears. Eyes mixed reproach and lingering heat.
"Felt good, right?"
"I-I'm bad."
Yet she kept her grip on my collar, pressing tighter against me. Damn, this woman drives me insane with lust.
Unable to hold back, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her deeper into the dark alley. Musty stench stung my nose. Trash bags in the corner, no streetlight reach. No CCTV, obviously.
I shoved her against the wall. Lips crushed hers the instant her back hit. Tongue pushed in; her mouth yielded weakly. Saliva mixed, tongues tangled, wet slurps echoing in the narrow space.
Slurp... smooch, slurp...
Breaths clashed at our noses. I hugged her waist, groping her ass. Flesh squished between fingers over the skirt.
"Nngh..."
She swallowed a moan. Eyes flicked to the alley mouth. Body stiffened at passing shadows on the lit path, relaxed when my tongue moved.
I brushed back hair from her ear, lips trailing to her lobe.
"Auntie."
"...Yeah."
Her hot breath grazed my neck. Shoulder twitched.
"I'm gonna fuck you now."
"H-here?"
Eyes wide.
"C-can't we just do it in the car?"
"No. I can't wait."
I guided her hand down to my crotch. Hard bulge pressed into her palm over my pants.
"Ah..."
Fingers curled slightly. Face red, but she couldn't pull away. Palm slid slowly along the shape.
I kissed her against the wall, whispering,
"If you don't want it, just say no."
I gave her the choice: get fucked here or not. Not forcing—making her choose.
"Ah..."
Breath leaked instead of words. My tongue grazed her lower lip; mouth parted on instinct. Kiss deepened; strength entered her grip. Heat seeped through my pants from her fingers.
Groped her ass again; her hips bucked.
"A-alright."
I grinned, whispering in her ear once more.
"But I didn't bring a condom."
"Th-then..."
Her voice shook. Lips moved silently.
My hand slipped under her skirt. Fingertips trailed slowly up her inner thigh. Trembles transmitted to my fingers.
"Hah...!"
Head thrown back, panting. Stroking her thigh, I pleaded,
"Can't we just go raw?"
"Th-that..."
She bit her lip. Legs clenched as fingertips neared her core, then parted again. Long hesitation, then a tiny whisper.
"J-just... today."
Permission granted—I buried my face in her nape. Marked her neck again with my trace.
"Nngh... hngh...!"
Her arms wrapped my head. Fingers dug into my hair, gripping tight. Teeth gritted, but breaths escaped her throat.
I hiked one leg up. Skirt bunched; soaked panties exposed.
"J-just today, okay...?"
Hanging on my shoulder, begging—yet seeking my lips. Short kisses at the corners, then nipping my lower lip.
Smooch... slurp.
I rubbed her flushed lips with my thumb. Wetness clung.
"Why are you so slutty?"
"Ah... n-no, that's not—ah...!"
Inner thigh stroked; her leg quivered. I unzipped one-handed, freed my cock. Pushed panties aside, rubbed tip along her slit. Slickness coated me.
"Hoo... nngh...!"
She twitched, eyes on the bright alley mouth. I blocked her view with my body.
"Eyes on me."
"Ah... wh-what if..."
"I'll make you forget all that."
Thrust in hard.
Squelch.
"O-oh god...!"
Mouth clamped shut. Unlike her stifled moans, her pussy clung desperately to the invading cock. Juices welled with each thrust, dripping to our groins.
Slap. Slap.
Wet flesh-smacks echoed in the dark alley—loud enough for anyone listening.
Ayoung bit her lip to muffle, but raw sensation was different without a condom. Probably first time since her first with me. Her walls gripped insanely tighter than usual.
"Hngh... haah... ngh...!"
Arms around my neck, clinging desperately. Nose to my ear, moans leaking into hot breaths wetting my lobe.
Slap. Slap-slap.
I groaned too. Walls clung madly. Got stickier with each pump—amazing. Her full-body embrace just hyped my cock more.
Slap-slap-slap.
Rhythm quickened; her moans rose.
"Hngh... haah, haa... ngh...!"
Clinging, she rapid-fired,
"K-kiss me."
I bit and sucked her lip; tongue pushed out. Slurp... smooch, slurp... Sucked my tongue as her insides clenched again. Walls milked in sync.
"Mmm... mmph... mngh..."
Nasal hums in her mouth. Vibrations from deep throat with each tangle.
Climax surged. Inside? Pull out? Fuck it.
"Gonna cum inside, Auntie."
"Ah... uh... y-yeah."
Eyes squeezed shut, nodding. I rammed to her cervix.
Splurt. Spurt, sploosh.
"Haa... ohhh...!"
Head back, body convulsing. Walls spasmed wildly, wringing me dry. Sucked deeper into her womb with each pulse.
"Haa... haa..."
Clinging, we caught our breath. Her heartbeat thrummed through her chest.
Pulled out with a sticky pop; cum poured down her thigh to the ground. Creampie... feels good, but she'll handle cleanup, right? Shoved thoughts aside, kissed her, whispered,
"Round two?"
"...If you want..."
Panting, refusing to leave my arms. My cock hardened again; her pussy begged at the tip. Fuck... do it now, worry later!
Thrust back in.
Squish!
"Hngh...!"
Flesh-slaps echoed anew in the alley.
