From Ajumma to Onahole
Wrrrrrr... 'My eyes keep drifting over there.'
Na Yeon ajumma looks exhausted; she's only been sitting in the massage chair for a short while, but her eyes are already closed as if she's fallen asleep. I'm lounging on the sofa, watching TV, but my gaze keeps pulling toward her. The tight one-piece dress clings to her body, revealing every curve of her voluptuous figure. Especially those massive breasts—not even inferior to Boyeon's—jiggle enticingly with each vibration.
Slosh... slosh... slosh... I can't focus on the TV at all; my eyes are glued to ajumma's shaking tits. I know it's rude, but as old memories bubble up, it's getting harder to look away. That's because my first love was Na Yeon ajumma.
I lost my parents young and was raised by my aunt—now my mother, Jeong-ah—but back then, I was a little scared of her. Spending so much time with Na Yeon ajumma made her feel like a mom naturally, and at the same time, I developed feelings of love for her. Of course, I was just a kid, so I couldn't distinguish between familial love and romantic love clearly, but that doesn't change the fact that she was my first love.
My first erection was because of ajumma too... It was a bit embarrassing how these memories always surfaced when I thought back, but once they started, long-forgotten ones began trickling in one by one. Ajumma as my first love. My first boner, buried in her huge tits when she hugged me. And my first jerk-off sessions and orgasms, all fantasizing about her.
The more I remember, the more it's like a black history... They were private memories only I knew, so no one else would find out unless I spilled, but just thinking about them made my face heat up.
Ajumma hasn't changed much from back then either... Even after more than ten years, Na Yeon ajumma still looked just like she did. And her body had ripened even more, radiating even stronger sex appeal, so it was only natural that my dick stiffened just from looking.
Calm down... Na Yeon ajumma is off-limits... Touching the ajumma I thought of like a mom went against my conscience. I was planning to turn Soyoung into my bitch, but going after her mom too?
...It wouldn't be so bad... No, snap out of it. Even if I'd died once and regressed vowing to live without regrets, there were lines I had to hold. Sure, with Mom, there was no other choice, but turning a mother-daughter pair into my bitches was something out of a novel. Still, I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting to ajumma's chest... She was asleep, so she wouldn't know. I'd just enjoy it quietly for now, swallowing hard as I watched her jiggling tits.
.................
He's... staring pretty intently... Taesu seems to think Na Yeon is asleep, but she's only got her eyes closed. A slight drowsiness was creeping in from the massage, but actually falling asleep would be rude, so she'd just kept her eyes shut. But now, she couldn't open them even if she wanted to—thanks to Taesu's gaze.
She'd felt him glancing at her repeatedly while the massage chair hummed away. Peeking through slitted eyes, she'd seen his stare fixed on her breasts and been a little surprised, but opening her eyes now would make things awkward, so she stayed still.
His face is red... and... down there too... Spotting the slight bulge in Taesu's crotch, she decided she absolutely couldn't open her eyes. Pretending not to notice to avoid awkwardness, but his intense gaze made her heart race faster.
Come to think of it, when I hugged little Taesu back then... he got hard too. She'd played it off at the time, but she'd felt his erection pressing firm when she hugged him tight. She'd ignored it to spare the kid's embarrassment and never hugged him that close again after.
He must've had a crush on me... Little boys often fell for the adult women around them. Adults could tell even when they tried to hide it, and it was so cute they couldn't help but watch. She'd seen Taesu liked her as a kid, but it was mixed with longing for his mom, so she'd filled that role. Later, as he grew up, he stopped showing it, so she'd treated him normally...
Having him stare like this now is embarrassing♥ Feeling that same gaze from his childhood now made her shy but happy too.
If a man like Taesu were my husband... What am I even thinking? She'd watched him grow with a mother's joy, but part of her had wondered if a guy like him existed out there. He used to be shyer, but now he was calm and dependable. And seeing him clear Soyoung's debts and help their family—even though he was so much younger—had made her heart flutter. Not just for the money, but because he was becoming more manly, protecting her and Soyoung. Of course, she couldn't let herself feel that way, so she'd tried to keep things as they were. But his current gaze was shaking her resolve—seeing her not as an ajumma or mom, but as a woman.
After years focused solely on raising Soyoung and paying debts, that forgotten side of herself as a woman was awakening.
"Mmm♥..."
"Gulp..."
She subtly arched her chest forward, and hearing Taesu swallow hard made her smile inwardly.
Guess I still got it♥ Having forgotten about men, his gaze reignited those feelings, and she felt a twinge of guilt toward her daughter.
Just a little... Mom will be right here♥ Just sharing this time with Taesu was joy enough, so she savored his gaze for about thirty minutes before pretending to wake up.
"Oh my. I must've dozed off without realizing."
"It wasn't long."
"It's still too early for dinner. Should I grab some snacks?"
"No, I'll get them."
"It's fine. I glanced at things while cooking earlier. I'll bring them."
She headed back to the kitchen. Feeling Taesu's eyes on her ass from behind, she smiled secretly.
......................
I shouldn't be doing this... My gaze kept locking onto ajumma's body, putting me in a real bind. I'd sneaked peeks before, but today I couldn't control it. Seeing her so defenseless stirred my male instincts to a boil. The urge to pounce flashed through my mind, but I shook my head to dismiss it. No matter what, I couldn't lay hands on ajumma, with whom things were going so well.
Unlike Mom and the others, where I had at least some justification to claim them, ajumma was different. Her debts were cleared, no risk of being dragged to shady places—she had a bright future ahead if we kept things like this. I couldn't ruin that for my own lust.
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
"You're at Taesu's house anyway, right?"
Ajumma sat beside me with fruit and drinks, watching TV together. Her warmth and scent so close made my dick twitch, but I played it cool.
"By the way, how are things with Soyoung lately?"
"Soyoung? Same as usual."
"Hmm... Doesn't feel like it?"
After showing Soyoung Boyeon's and Eunji sunbae's true colors to make her my bitch, I couldn't say that outright, so I brushed it off. But ajumma's tone suggested she'd noticed something.
"Taesu... are you dating Soyoung?"
"No."
That much I could say firmly—we weren't dating. Though our relationship was deeper and more secret, I couldn't explain that to ajumma.
"I see... If it's not yet, then..."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, nothing."
Ajumma muttered something to herself.
"So, you're not seeing any other girls?"
"Yeah, nothing like that."
I'd claimed Mom, Boyeon, Eunji sunbae, and was about to fuck Soyoung soon.
"Then... any experience?"
"Huh? W-what do you mean?"
"You're an adult now, so I figured you'd be interested in that stuff... Too personal a question?"
"Well... yeah, but... no, none."
I had plenty, but admitting it to someone like a mom felt off, so I lied.
"R-really... ♥"
Ajumma's face flushed a bit, and she seemed to smile faintly... Must be my imagination. To her, I'd always be a kid.
Clink.
"Oh! Sorry, Taesu!"
"It's okay."
She accidentally knocked over the cup with the drink, spilling it right into my lap. Ajumma grabbed tissues and started wiping my crotch.
Pat pat pat pat.
"I'm so sorry. I got distracted watching TV."
"I-it's fine! I'll handle it..."
Every wipe brushed my dick naturally. To hide my growing erection, I pushed her hand away and stood up.
"Looks like my underwear got wet too. I'll go wash up."
"Okay? I'll clean up here."
"Thanks."
If she'd kept wiping, I'd have gotten fully hard, so I headed to the bathroom to cool off and shower.
"......"
As I entered the bathroom, ajumma stared at her hand from wiping my pants, her face turning red. Like she'd made up her mind, she finished cleaning and headed to the bathroom. Slowly undressing...