Aunt Yerin's Secret Hobby
Mom came home from work, and we had dinner together like always, chatting through the meal. The dishes, of course, were my job. Afterward we sat side by side on the couch and watched a drama — the picture of a close mother and son, as far as anyone could tell. When nine o'clock rolled around, Mom went to her room first, and I headed to mine. That was our ordinary, everyday routine.
I checked the clock as soon as I got to my room. 9:10. I did a half-hearted job of straightening up and looked again. 9:30. Why was time dragging so badly today?
I had a reason for watching the clock so closely. There was something important I had to do at ten. Restlessness and anticipation tangled together as I waited for the hour to come.
The alarm I'd set for ten finally went off. I sat down at my desk and turned on the computer. Even those few seconds of boot-up felt like they stretched on forever. At last the desktop appeared, and I hovered the cursor over the icon tucked in the corner: Pangpang TV.
A click, and the screen bloomed open. Photos of countless streamers filled the page. The moment I hit Live Broadcasts, the display packed itself with women in various states of undress, each one showing off her assets in a preview thumbnail. It was a site that specialized in adult streams.
I hadn't been watching it for long. A few months ago a friend had recommended it, and when I wandered in on a whim it had felt like stepping into another dimension — a whole new world. It was a different league from the porn I usually watched. Streamers who talked with their viewers in real time and showed everything without a hint of shame. You had to buy the site's currency — Golden Cherries — and fire them off if you wanted to make a request, but even if you just sat there and watched, someone was always pouring them in without a pause. Which meant you could enjoy a beautiful woman's show for free.
Then I happened to click into a channel. And I saw someone I knew.
She was wearing a mask, but there was no mistaking her. It was Aunt Yerin. The way she talked. Her voice. Those eyes and eyebrows I'd been looking at my whole life. All of it was Aunt Yerin.
At first I told myself no way — it had to be someone who looked like her — and tried to let it go. But as the stream got hotter and she peeled her top off completely, two moles came into view. There was no denying those. Two moles sitting neatly beside her nipple. That wasn't coincidence, and it wasn't a lookalike. I'd seen them countless times as a kid, back when we used to bathe together and I'd suckle on her like a pacifier. I knew those moles by heart.
I went into that channel.
Viewers were pouring in beneath that message. The count shot past a thousand in no time, and the room hit capacity.
The stream hadn't even started, but chat was already flying. Every viewer thought her stream days were random. I knew exactly when they were. The days her flights ended. She always went live on those days, without fail. Aunt Yerin still hadn't appeared, and the recommendations kept rolling in anyway.
A moment later the screen changed, and so did the music. And there she was.
Aunt Yerin, mask on, wearing a sheer slip, sat in a chair and greeted her viewers.
"Hey, boys."
Her long, heavily permed hair spilled over both shoulders and across her chest. The strands barely covered her nipples, faintly visible through the slip.
Chat lit up all over again.
They were probably at their desks or in bed, gripping their cocks while they watched.
"Hehehe. Okay. First, hit that recommend button for me. I'll start the mission at five hundred recs."
The recs came in a relay, one after another. The mission. The men smashed the recommend button like mad just to see it. Before long they'd sailed past five hundred without breaking a sweat.
"Alright. Starting the five-hundred-rec mission."
The music shifted, and the lighting in the room dimmed a little. Aunt Yerin stood up from the chair and pointed the camera at an empty stretch of floor. Then she took her position there.
The chat that had been flying went suddenly quiet. Everyone was probably busy with their own thing.
"Here we go."
The music kicked in, and her dance began. Even after two months of watching, the curves of her body were breathtaking. The way she moved, you'd never believe she was thirty-eight. She'd hitch the slip up just far enough to tease, never quite showing the nipples that mattered, playing a taut tug-of-war with her viewers. And every time you started to feel cheated, she'd flash them — a sudden, screen-filling burst of nipple that hit like a jackpot.
Spying on someone I knew. This wasn't a normal hobby, this secret little pastime of mine... and I'd been at it for over two months. And it was my aunt...
She eased her panties down slowly, just far enough that the edge of her pubic hair almost showed — stopping at the line of her hips — and rolled her ass in a languid, filthy sway.
The mission lasted a little over three minutes. When it was done, she sat back down in the chair, and chat took off again.
In the middle of all that, someone who still wasn't satisfied started firing off Golden Cherries.
And then the hearts kept coming.
Ten thousand cherries was nearly a thousand dollars. And our Chairman was firing them off back to back.
"Oh my. Thank you for the hearts, PinkPanties oppa."
While she was thanking him, the ten-thousand-cherry hits kept popping — five times in a row. Five thousand dollars. Even after the platform took its cut, that was an absurd amount of money for a single session's entertainment. How loaded did you have to be to throw hearts around like water?
"Oppa. Is there a reaction you'd like to see? I'll do anything you want."
Chat went dead in an instant. Everyone hung on the next message from PinkPanties, waiting with bated breath.
A fifty-thousand-heart hello? I really wanted to know what was going on in that guy's head.
Chat kept denying what it was seeing, messages stacking without a pause. That was when Aunt Yerin took over the room with a professional's ease.
"Well then. I'll do a reaction my way. That's okay, right?"
Chat erupted in cheers.
A moment later, the lighting in the room shifted to something soft and warm. Then, to music even stickier than before, Aunt Yerin's reaction began.
She stayed in the chair and spread her legs wide, angling the camera straight at the main event. Her black panties barely covered her pussy. She poured lube generously between her thighs. Her fingers slowly rubbed and massaged around the mound, a faint moan slipping out. Through the soaked fabric, the split of her pussy showed in raw, unfiltered detail. She dragged a finger slowly down that cleft. The crack showed even more clearly than before.
Chat had gone quiet. Everyone was probably finding their own climax through a monitor or a phone screen right about now.
I was no different. One hand was already wrapped around my hardened cock, stroking slowly, while the other stayed on the mouse, ready to kill the window in an emergency.
Her reaction was as intense as the cherry count that had paid for it. I'd been watching for two months, and I had never seen her this hot. She rubbed her mound with one hand and grabbed her breast with the other, rolling her nipple between her fingers. The lube-slicked flesh gleamed like glass, her palm gliding over it in a wet, easy slide.
"Haa~ Put it in, oppa. I'm going crazy right now. Nngh~"
She closed her eyes and performed like she was genuinely feeling it. Whether it was an act, I couldn't tell. The way her whole body trembled between those syrupy little moans made me think it might be real.
"PinkPanties oppa, put your cock in my pussy. Hhk, nngh~ haah~"
She kept pushing the heat higher. This kind of thing was rare in a public room — not a private fan room. She yanked her panties up so hard her pussy was almost completely exposed. The fabric stretched into a thin strip and dug into her folds. She might as well have been showing everything.
"Hnnngh~!! Haaahn~ haahn~!"
The moans were as real as it got. She actually seemed to be getting off, masturbating for the camera. And I was sitting here, secretly watching my aunt do it.
A sharp, electric rush gathered low in my hips. I pulled my cock out entirely and stroked hard, up and down. The hand that had been on the mouse fumbled for a tissue; I shook one loose one-handed and got ready to finish.
"Nngh~ hhk~ hnnn~ haaah~ oppa."
Another moan tore out of her, and my cum came with it — a thick, pulsing spurt that landed neatly in the tissue, thanks to my aim. A few more throbs, and the afterglow settled in.
That was when the monitor went black.
The aunt who'd been furiously rubbing her pussy a second ago was gone. I clicked the mouse, tapped the keyboard — the screen stayed dark. Then an admin notice appeared.
Yeah. She'd gone too far today. The important parts had been way too explicit, and an admin had used their authority to shut the channel down.
I rolled the cum-heavy tissue into a wad, cracked the window to air out a room thick with heat and that raw, salty smell, then went to the bathroom, dropped the wad in the toilet, and flushed. The mirror showed my face flushed red all the way up. I was embarrassed at myself — at jerking off to Aunt Yerin. I turned on the cold tap and splashed my face. A little of my head came back. The reason that had scattered started to settle into place again.
On the way back to my room, I noticed Mom's door was slightly ajar.
If she sleeps with the door open, she'll catch a cold...
I moved quietly to the doorway, meaning to close it for her. I took the handle and checked through the gap to see if she was sleeping. The sound of her breathing — slow, even — said she was out cold.
I was about to ease the door shut and leave when—
"Hyeonsu?"
The bedside lamp clicked on, and Mom lifted her head, still half-asleep and rumpled.
"Yeah. I was gonna close the door so you wouldn't get cold."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Night, Mom."
I was about to shut the door and go when she called me back.