The Dress Lifted to Nurse Him

Even at forty-eight — an age well past her prime — she had kept her figure. Nothing sagged in any way the eye could catch. One look at the treadmill, the exercise ball, and the yoga mat in her spacious living room was enough to tell how diligently she had worked at it.

But what had me hard was not simply that her body was good, or that nothing had gone slack.

Kindness.

Her face alone was neat and composed, not a hair out of place — the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kind of woman whose features themselves seemed to say she would be endlessly tender to anyone she took a liking to. She had dyed her hair black and cut it in a bob, hoping to look even a fraction younger, but she need not have bothered. Her face itself was so fine and pretty that she could have passed for a woman ten years her junior.

And now that woman had her back to me, ass pushed out as she searched for side dishes. My eyes kept drifting to the panty line standing out through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Hold on... the fridge in your room is a small one, isn't it, Minha? Then I won't be able to fit all of this... Minha. I'll give you just a little for now, and I'll bring more by often from now on. That's all right, isn't it?"

She said it turning back toward me, and that face of hers was so lovely it hurt. If I had been a married man and my mother-in-law had been like this, I would already have done something I could never take back.

"Hmm? Ah, no... just a little is fine."

Out loud I told her a little was enough. Inside, I planted a different suggestion.

Miyeon stood at the kitchen counter for a long while, pulling out all sorts of side dishes and dividing them into plastic bags. The fridge in my room was too small for proper containers.

"Minha, can you take these to your room first? I'll pack a little more—"

I put my arms around her from behind before she could finish. Gently — literally gently — I wrapped both hands around her waist, brought them together over her belly, and pressed my body flush against hers. My nose touched the back of her head, and I breathed her in. I crushed my chest against her back and rubbed against the fabric of her dress. And then, as if it were nothing at all, I set the front of my pants — already hard, already jutting out — against her ass.

Under any normal circumstances this was sexual harassment, the kind of thing that would get you a slap across the face and a police report on the spot. But Kim Miyeon was not going to turn me in.

"Auntie. If you give me this much I won't know how to thank you."

I pushed my hard cock into the cleft of her ass as I spoke.

"You need to eat well so you can get your strength back. I've been so neglectful all this time that you..."

Her head tipped up a little as she spoke. Her body had reacted on its own to the hard thing pushing up between the cheeks of her ass.

"...must have had such a hard time of it, Minha."

"Auntie, there's something I want to eat..."

I pressed my cock a little harder into the soft flesh of her ass and started stroking her belly in earnest. Miyeon already knew something had gone badly wrong — and she was pretending she didn't.

"What is it...? If there's something you want to eat, just tell me. I'll make you anything."

The hand on her belly climbed, little by little.

"I... I want to drink your milk, Auntie."

"....!"

I heard her swallow. My hand kept climbing until at last it gently cupped her breast through the thin dress. How would Miyeon react, now that things had gotten this strange?

"I... I don't produce milk anymore... Ah—!"

My hands worked her breasts as if in protest, and Miyeon, not knowing what to do with herself, just stared straight ahead and held still — no. She twisted her body, enduring it.

"You don't produce milk?"

"O-of course not... my daughter's already twenty-two..."

"Ah... so you don't make breast milk anymore?"

"No... once a baby is weaned it gradually stops coming..."

"I still want to suck your breasts, Auntie. I want to suck them and drink."

"Hah—! R... right here?"

"Yes. Do you not want to?"

I pressed her. I made her choose it herself. This was not force. It was only a request.

"It's not that I don't want to... but my daughter will be coming home..."

"Then let's go to my room."

I said it and took her by the hand. Even then, Miyeon was still thinking of the side dishes she meant to give me — she pulled out a grocery bag and loaded every last plastic pack into it. God. What a tender-hearted woman.

"Let's go."

I held her hand and led her downstairs to my studio. Her face was flushed, and she kept glancing around as if terrified we might run into another tenant — and still she did not let go of my hand.

The lock clicked shut. Only once we were inside and the door was locked did Miyeon finally look relieved. She was adorable.

"Come here."

"Let me put these away first..."

I took her by the waist and tried to draw her toward the bed, but she insisted the side dishes had to go in first. She knelt in front of the little fridge with the grocery bag in her hands. She had such a petite frame that the sight of her like that was even cuter, even lovelier. How had a woman this precious stayed alone all this time?

I couldn't wait. I sat down behind her and started working both hands over her breasts. The bra wasn't a firm one, so the soft flesh poured into my palms, and at the center I could feel her nipples, already hard.

"Just... a moment... let me... finish putting these... away...."

She seemed to have always been the domestic, devoted type. Her skin was already throwing off pheromones that said her body was priming itself to breed, and still she packed every last dish into the fridge. When she finally closed the door, she had run out of excuses.

Miyeon rose as I led her and sat down on the bed without a word of protest.

"I'm going to suck your milk."

"Really, Minha... what am I going to do with you if you still haven't been weaned..."

"Looking at you, Auntie, I want the milk I already gave up all over again."

I said it sitting beside her, kneading her breasts. As I touched her, Miyeon started lifting her hips in little increments — and then she dragged the hem of her dress all the way up to her waist.

"Of all things to be wearing, this is so inconvenient..."

"Then take it off. It'll be easier for both of us."

"Should I...?"

I had Miyeon raise her arms and helped her out of the dress. A moment later the deep purple bra and panties laid against her white skin came into view. That a woman as quiet and refined as Miyeon would be wearing underwear that deep a purple... it didn't match, and that mismatch only made the heat climb higher.

"My breasts have sagged quite a bit... don't look at them and think they're ugly..."

She said it reaching behind her back to unhook the bra. Her breasts were fairly large, and they still had their fullness. Far from sagging, they greeted me in the same firm shape they had always had, as if to show off the fruit of all those years of careful work.

"They're ugly, aren't they... I'm sorry they're an old woman's breasts..."

"They're beautiful, Auntie."

"You're lying..."

"I mean it. They still have their spring, and they haven't sagged even a little."

"They're still nothing compared to a young woman's. And my nipples have gotten so big..."

Miyeon's nipples were a deep purple close to the bra she had just taken off. She had said they had gotten big, but they were not that large. If anything, I was a man who liked big nipples — bigger would have been better.

"Minkyung was so late to wean... I should have cut her off cold and put her on formula... Hah—!"

I touched the nipple she was talking about with my fingers. Soft on the outside and hard within, it was already running hot.

"Your daughter's name was Minkyung?"

"Yes. Ha Minkyung. She's a good girl at heart, but... she listens to her mother less and less..."

Ha Minkyung. So that was that insolent little bitch's name. She had said the girl was twenty-two. Before long, I would torment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her even more wretchedly than Jeong Sangmi.

"Lately I wonder if she's seeing a boy — she's out of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the house at the drop of a— nh."

I covered her mouth and slid my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tongue inside. She startled at the sudden kiss, then settled and took my tongue in, calm and tender. The very picture of a submissive woman. I rubbed my tongue along her teeth and her gums, then went deeper and found her own soft tongue, and the two of them slid together. Her saliva became the slick between us, and the feeling was very good. My mouth tasted hers, and my hands never stopped working her breasts and her nipples. Those nipples, hard as they could possibly get, dragged this way and that against my fingers, aching to be sucked.

"Hah... I'm sorry. I... it's been so long since I kissed anyone... I wasn't very good, was I."

That was what she said when I finally let her go.

"It was fine. We're going to practice steadily from now on, so what's there to worry about."

"Steadily... then.... I, from now on..."

"What. You don't want to?"

"N-no... it's just, for you to want a woman as old as I am..."

"You're beautiful, Auntie."

I looked her dead in the eye and hit her with the facts.

"You're lovely."

"Hah, don't... don't say that. I... I'll really believe you... I'll be fifty any day now..."

Miyeon turned her head away, embarrassed. I caught her chin and made her look at me again.

"So you don't want to be my woman?"

Her big eyes wavered, just a little.

"Your... woman..."

Even held in my hand, she tried to turn her face aside again, and said it very softly.

"If you get tired of me, please throw me away whenever you like..."

A shy confession that she would be my woman. I liked the way she said it. To meet a treasure like this... no. To have been this close to her all along, and never known.

I toppled Miyeon onto the bed. I gave her only the slightest push, and she sank back as if she had been waiting for it. She turned her face to the wall, but those firm breasts rose and fell with her breathing. I slowly lowered myself and closed my teeth around the nipple standing proud at the tip of her breast.