A Drive with Aunt Jisu
I threw together a lunch from whatever leftovers were in the fridge, then stretched out on the bed, thinking I might as well catch a nap.
That was when my phone started buzzing.
"Hello?"
"Hyeonsu, did you eat yet?"
"Yeah. Just finished. I'm lying down. What's up?"
"It's been forever — want to go shopping today? You could use some new clothes, too."
"Aren't you working, Auntie?"
"No customers today, so I took a half day. Well? You coming out?"
"Did Mom tell you to?"
"Yeah. She said to."
I didn't have any work that couldn't wait, and I'd been bored out of my mind anyway. Perfect timing.
"Let's go. Shopping."
"Then I'll be out front in an hour."
"Got it."
An outing with Aunt Jisu. It had been a while. We used to go out all the time, but things had tapered off ever since she'd gotten herself a boyfriend.
I got up off the bed and went straight to the bathroom. I showered, then spritzed on a little of the understated cologne Aunt Yerin had given me. For no good reason, I even put some effort into my hair.
By the time I was more or less ready, the hour was almost up. I left the apartment complex and headed for the convenience store out front, where we'd agreed to meet.
A familiar car came rolling toward me from down the street. It stopped right in front of me, the window sliding down to reveal Aunt Jisu's face.
"Hyeonsu. You want to drive?"
"Sure."
It was the natural thing. Whenever we went out, I was usually the one behind the wheel.
She climbed out, heels clicking against the pavement, and circled around to the passenger side.
"Auntie. Isn't that skirt way too short? Your panties are going to show."
"I came to work like this today, you know. The male customers kept sneaking glances the whole time."
Red high heels. A skirt that barely covered what it was supposed to cover. And underneath, sheer nude stockings. The whole dizzying picture of her hit me at once, and my mouth fell open on its own.
"Get in, Hyeonsu."
"Yeah. Okay."
I slid into the driver's seat and glanced over at her. The skirt had already been short, and sitting down had only rolled it higher.
Aunt Jisu sat with her long legs folded, a languid, seductive sprawl. Every time she shifted, a flash of waist and stomach peeked out from under her white crop top.
"Hah. Auntie, seriously. Aren't you way too sexy today?"
"Yeah? I look alright?"
"That's putting it mildly. I could just sit here and stare at you all day."
"Heheh. Hyeonsu. You've been talking pretty dirty lately, you know that?"
"Dunno. Maybe it's because you're so dirty."
"You hard?"
"A little."
"Heheh. Alright. Get going. I already put it in the GPS, so just follow that."
"Okay."
The destination on the nav was an outlet mall about an hour away. I put it in gear and pressed the accelerator. The car eased out of the neighborhood and, before long, merged onto the highway.
"I still haven't even taken the tags off the clothes you bought me last time."
"Don't save them. Just wear them."
"I'd have to have somewhere to wear them first. I work from home every day."
"True. Fair enough. If you had a girlfriend, maybe... wait, why don't you have a girlfriend? Want me to set you up?"
"I'll pass. You worry about your own boyfriend."
It was a weekday, and the highway was nearly empty.
"Alright then. Shall we check in on our real boyfriend? See how he's doing?"
She rolled up the window, flicked the AC on low, and scooted right up against me with a wicked little look on her face.
"I'm driving, Auntie. Can you hold off today?"
"Pfft. And when haven't you been driving? Stay still."
Her hand settled on top of my pants. Her fingers groped around, searching for my cock. I'd been half-hard since the moment I saw her, so it couldn't have been difficult to find.
"You're already big? Heheh."
"No? This is just how it is normally."
"Is that right? Then Auntie's going to check for herself."
Before I could stop her, she tugged the zipper down and pulled the fly open. My cock, which had been cramped inside my pants, shoved against my underwear and made its shape obvious.
"Oh my. You're already wet?"
The fabric over the head had gone dark with precum. She tapped at the spot with a fingertip.
"So slippery. Heheh. I really love this about my Hyeonsu. You're just so honest."
"I don't know. That's on you, Auntie."
"Then I guess I ought to calm you down."
The words were barely out of her mouth before she folded herself over and pushed her face between my thighs. She took hold of my cock and sucked the tip into her mouth right through the fabric. Warm breath seeped through the cotton.
One greedy pull, and the precum that had soaked into the fibers was sucked clean through.
The foot I had on the accelerator went weak.
"Hah... Auntie... slow down..."
"Mmh. Okay."
She said that. She had no intention of slowing down. Last month she'd kept my cock in her mouth through two entire highway rest stops.
She slipped a hand into my underwear and drew me out. The relief of being freed from that tight space lasted all of a second — she wrapped her fingers around my cock and fed it straight into her mouth.
"Hah—!"
Inside that hot, slick heat, my cock throbbed like it had lost its mind. Her soft tongue worked over it in slow, soothing strokes, as if telling it to settle down.
Wet, hungry sounds filled the cabin. Only half of it was in her mouth, and already the urge to come came rolling in like a wave.
"Nnnh— nnh—"
A savage jolt of pleasure slammed through my hips. My toes trembled on the gas pedal. Aunt Jisu didn't care. She dropped her head lower.
My cock slid into her mouth until it was packed full. It felt like it had gone in almost to the base — I could feel the head bumping against the back of her throat. She sealed her lips, put on the pressure, and pulled back in one long, devastating suck.
A bright, electric rush tore through my whole body, as if she were trying to drag my soul out through my cock.
"Haaah~ Hyeonsu, your cock tastes so good."
"Nnh. Auntie. Slow down. I can't drive like this."
"Don't worry about this. You just focus on the road."
And with that, she pushed me back into her mouth. How the hell was I supposed to focus on the road?
She clamped down around my cock and started bobbing her head in earnest. Her permed bob bounced with every stroke, and every so often a wet little pop escaped from between her lips. She flicked her tongue along the ridge of the head, then turned her face sideways and licked every inch of the shaft. Every few strokes she'd take me all the way into her throat, gag softly, and push even deeper.
There she was, sucking and licking her friend's son's cock with total, devoted care. And in that moment, I forgot she was my aunt entirely. I just let myself have it.
My body responded in a frenzy, the way it always did. Is this what heaven feels like? A sharp, maddening pleasure spread through every inch of me.
I eased the car into the far lane, put the hazards on, and crawled along as slowly as I could. My hips twitched on their own. A pleasure I couldn't hold back flooded through my whole body.
Bora closed the salon early and came home.
The thoughts had been circling in her head all day, refusing to leave. After what had happened last night, she couldn't get a grip on anything.
They said that when your mind wouldn't quiet down, you should keep your body moving. She changed into something comfortable and picked up the vacuum. She did a load of laundry that didn't need doing. She took clean dishes out of the cupboard and washed them all over again.
Then she opened the door to Hyeonsu's room, meaning to tidy up — and her heart started pounding. She was only going in to clean her son's room. And yet a strange awkwardness settled over her, sudden and unaccountable.
The moment she stepped inside, another odd feeling washed through her.
The smell of a man.
A scent she had forgotten over the years filled the room from wall to wall.
Hyeonsu's all grown up now...
She couldn't keep looking at him like a child forever.
She swept and mopped the floor in a rough pass, then pulled the comforter and the sheets off the bed to throw them in the wash.
That was when she saw them. Wadded tissues, tucked down into the gap along the mattress. Bora reached in and pulled them out.
Throwing trash in a place like this.
She had drawn out a few of the wads when a familiar smell rose off the paper.
The smell of semen.
"Oh my!"
She dropped them on the floor in shock. But a moment later, she picked them back up. Carefully, she unwrapped one of the wads — and inside, semen that hadn't fully dried yet lay thick and wet across the tissue.
Without quite meaning to, Bora brought it to her nose. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.
The scent of chestnut blossoms. A smell she hadn't known in so long she could no longer remember the last time. Her eyes fell shut of their own accord.
Hah... this smell...
Her breathing went shallow. A restless tingle stirred between her legs. The scent was so good she couldn't pull her face away — or rather, it had been so long that she simply couldn't stop.
Hyeonsu had said he'd be home late. She checked the clock. There was still plenty of time. She was alone in the house.
I want to...
Bora snatched up the tissues and ran to the master bedroom, stripping off her outer clothes as she went. She killed the lights in the living room and the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and pressed the cum-stained wad to her nose. She tugged her panties down and rubbed lightly around her pussy with her fingers.
"Haaah~"
Wetness had already been spilling out of her, running hot down the inside of her thighs.
She eased one finger inside. A maddening thrill shot through her hips — pleasure so sharp her back arched off the bed — and a raw moan tore out of her before she could stop it.
"Nnhh—!"
She had completely forgotten that the semen belonged to her son. The single, simple fact that it was a man's was enough to set her whole body on fire.
Living with Hyeonsu, she hadn't been able to touch herself in peace. This — this brief, stolen hour of letting out everything she had been holding down — was precious to her.
"Haaah~ haaah~"
She touched her tongue to the cum on the tissue. She pinched her swollen nipples, hard. And she let herself have this time that belonged to no one but her.
In the darkened room, the only things that filled the house were her ragged breathing and the faint, unhurried sound of her moans.