Come to My Place

"As expected… reality really is better than a dream."

"I'm glad."

Eunjeong smiled softly and lowered her head again. A faint flush already colored her cheeks. This time she took him deeper, more gently, filling her mouth completely. She stretched her tongue out long and slow, licking upward from the base, while one hand cradled his balls with warm, careful pressure, kneading them tenderly. Every motion was filled with the simple desire to please him. From time to time she lifted her eyes just enough to check Taeseok's expression, tending to him with devoted care.

"Haa… Auntie… that feels really good."

Slurp… shluuurrp…

Encouraged by his reaction, Eunjeong moved her head faster, finding a rhythmic pace. Taeseok's massive cock slid even deeper into her mouth. Saliva spilled over and glistened, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. She had started the oral sex simply to make him feel good, yet the longer she held him in her mouth the hotter she herself became. A sweet, unfamiliar thrill spread through her body—different from the sensation of being filled below.

This… I think I might like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this even more.

Every sensation of him stretching her mouth was strangely vivid, and that vividness made her breathing uneven.

"Haa… I never knew doing it with my mouth could feel this good."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Of course it is."

Still holding him between her lips, she looked up at him with slightly raised eyes.

"Can I… stop now? My jaw's starting to hurt."

The sight of her asking that while still keeping him in her mouth was almost too endearing.

"Yes!!! I—I'm more than satisfied."

"More than?"

"Hm? Yes… more than… ah!!!"

Looking at her half-hearted Emotion Level and the faint regret on her face, Taeseok seemed to realize something.

"Auntie… you're just getting started, aren't you? Want me to take over?"

"No. You just lie there. You moved a lot yesterday… This morning, I'll do it."

The woman who only yesterday had tried so hard to draw a firm line between them had completely changed. Once that single boundary had been crossed, the desires she had kept bottled up for so long came flooding out.

Eunjeong slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. A long string of saliva still connected them as she gasped for breath.

"You okay with that?"

"Isn't that… obvious?"

Before his answer had even finished leaving his lips she climbed on top of him. Both hands braced on his chest, knees spread wide around his hips, she settled her already soaking, glistening pussy against his hard, thick cock. Her hand slid down and gently wrapped around the hot, rigid length rising toward her.

"Haa… it's really thick."

"Isn't that why you like it?"

"Well, yes, but… you're a bit too much."

Eunjeong's face turned red. Even that was unbearably cute. She guided the head of his cock to her entrance and slowly rubbed it against herself. Every time the hot glans parted her soft folds and slid up and down, her hips trembled on their own.

"Haang… Taeseok…"

Eyes half-closed, she savored the sensation, grinding his cock against her most sensitive spot again and again. Clear juices ran down his shaft in long strands, leaving a glossy sheen. When both of them were thoroughly soaked with her wetness, Eunjeong drew a deep breath and slowly lowered her hips.

"Uuugh… haaaa…! It's so big…"

The feeling of Taeseok's cock forcing her open, stretching her as if it might tear her, was still something she couldn't get used to. The moment she took him to the hilt, her waist shuddered hard. Her eyes went unfocused and hazy; her mouth hung open as she panted with feverish heat. Then she began to move in earnest. She rolled her hips wantonly atop him. Every time she increased the speed and bounced up and down, her full ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breasts swayed wildly. Those heavy yet firm tits rose and then slapped back down with wet impacts, nipples jiggling lewdly.

What is this? My chest feels… bigger. No… not bigger. Prettier somehow. Is it just my imagination?

Even while that thought crossed her mind she never stopped moving. Pleasure had already melted her face completely.

"Taeseok… do you really like me?"

"Yes!!! I really do."

"Huuuung~ I… still can't believe it. A wonderful guy like you… with an older woman like me…"

"If you keep saying things like that, I'm going to get upset."

Her eyes glistened, moist at the corners, and her cheeks burned bright red.

"Okay. I won't. Don't hate me. I… I'll treat you so well."

Her parted lips never stopped spilling out moans.

"Ahhng…! It feels… so good…! Haaang…! Taeseok…!"

She threw her head back and moved even more fiercely. Instead of shame at riding him herself, she was filled with raw, hungry desire for him. Almost sobbing, she cried out.

"Hauuugh…! Huuung~!"

After Eunjeong left, the room grew quiet again. Only the brief sound of the door closing lingered before it dissolved into the air. Taeseok lay still for a while. His gaze on the ceiling held no particular meaning. Another day, no different from any other, had simply begun.

And yet it wasn't completely the same. Scenes kept rising unbidden—Eunjeong's expression, her voice, the tiniest gestures of her hands. Stranger still was that every time he remembered them, the corner of his mouth would move for just an instant. Noticing it, Taeseok froze.

…Did I just smile?

It hadn't been a deliberate emotion. The fact ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that he was even capable of such an expression felt foreign. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but the subtle sensation refused to fade easily.

His old days had always been the same. Open his eyes, lie on the bed doing nothing, fall asleep again. That was everything. No will to live, no reason. The thought of starting something never even occurred to him. Today, though, was a little different.

Taeseok slowly sat up and went out onto the rooftop. An old bench press someone had left behind long ago still sat there. Without thinking he walked over and wiped the dust away with one hand. Gritty gray powder clung to his fingertips. He stood still for a moment, then went back inside, returned with a rag, and cleaned the machine until the metal surface reappeared.

If I do this, will the dust piled up on my body get wiped away a little too?

Nothing had been filled yet, but he no longer felt completely empty the way he used to. The hollow place that had seemed impossible to fill was slowly taking on something new.

A little past six in the evening, Taeseok's phone vibrated briefly. A message from Eunjeong. Moments later a photo arrived as well.

The short message came with a photo of a carefully set dinner table. Side dishes arranged under warm lighting, rice that looked freshly cooked, even a bowl of soup. The care of the person who had made it was obvious; the spread was enough to make anyone's mouth water. Taeseok stared at the screen for a long time.

Haa… Auntie…

He could almost read her heart. The quiet intention to gently pull him out of this room so he wouldn't stay locked inside it forever. The old him would never even have properly looked at a message like this. Now, though, things felt a little different. The faint streetscape beyond the window caught his eye. So close, yet it had always felt like another world.

Maybe… I should go out once.

But the thought never deepened; it simply stopped. It wasn't that his body refused—his heart was hesitating to take that first step. So Taeseok simply kept looking at the photo she had sent while time passed. Quite a while later another message arrived.

He scrolled down casually—and his breath caught. This time it wasn't food. It was a selfie of Eunjeong.

What the hell is this…

He looked at the screen again. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠In the photo she stood against the kitchen table. All she wore was an extremely thin, nearly transparent black slip. Through the sheer fabric the black bra and panties underneath showed clearly, holding nothing back of her full breasts and the soft curve of her hips. Her eyes were lifted slightly, a mix of shyness and provocation, her lips parted and moist. One shoulder strap had slipped down, emphasizing the white line of her shoulder and the swell of her chest even more lewdly. Not outright nakedness but the half-concealed look made it far more arousing, far more intoxicating.

The auntie who looked like the purest woman in the world… is doing something like this? …This is real.