The Scent of a Mature Woman
“Ah, the night air feels good. It’s not that cold today.”
My aunt said this as we stepped out of the bar. Just moments ago, when she was paying the bill, I had been forced to take off my coat and tie it around my waist. There was simply no other way to hide the state of my trousers.
My erection would subside and then return during our conversation, which only made things more dangerous. For now, thankfully, it wasn’t too noticeable... though the pressure building up was so intense that walking normally was becoming a struggle.
“Doha, you. Because of you, your aunt drank way too much.”
She walked right beside me, looking up at me. Despite her words, a pleasant smile played on her lips.
“You know how it is. When the pace is fast, you don’t realize it while you’re drinking, but the intoxication hits you all at once when you step outside.”
“Ha, yeah, that’s exactly it.”
“Should we stop by a convenience store?”
“Oh, I’d love that.”
She agreed without a hint of hesitation. Seeing her take a deep breath before speaking, I figured the alcohol was really starting to kick in. We walked to the convenience store together. The streets were fairly quiet.
We went to the store to buy ice cream. We each picked one out and paid.
As I shoved a chocolate popsicle into my mouth, I turned to my aunt, who was struggling to open her own wrapper.
“Aunt, wait a second. I need to buy something else.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“Ah, my sister asked me to pick something up... I’ll just grab it here. You can go wait outside.”
“Sure thing. I’ll just wait here and eat my ice cream.”
“Okay.”
She nodded without a second thought. I glanced at the part-timer, then headed back to the shelves to pick out something I could slip into my pocket. Something like chocolate. The part about my sister asking for it was, of course, a lie. What I really needed was something else. Condoms.
Please, be there. Large. You have to be there. Come on, you son of a bitch. You have to be there.
“……”
In the end, what I grabbed was a bit tighter than I would have liked, but I had no choice. It was the only option. Or maybe... should I just go raw? Should I really? No condom? It would be easier, but... shit... no, that wouldn’t work.
I placed the condoms on the counter and added a jelly-type hangover cure as well.
“Have a good night.”
“Thank you.”
The part-timer, his cap pulled low, gave me a subtle look. What, never seen a nephew trying to bang his aunt before? When I stepped outside, my aunt was staring into space, sucking on her ice cream.
“Aunt, here. A hangover cure.”
“Wow, Doha, you’re so thoughtful!”
“It’s just basic etiquette, Aunt.”
“Hehe, is that so? Thanks. I’ll enjoy it. By the way, what was it your sister asked you to get?”
“This. Chocolate.”
“Oh, how sweet of you. You even run errands for your sister.”
“What else can I do? I’m just a pathetic freeloader.”
At my words, she blinked, then burst into laughter.
“You’re really funny, Doha.”
“Want me to be even funnier?”
“No, that’s enough. I’m too drunk.”
“Are you going to take a taxi?”
“Yeah, I should. You said you’d give me the full-course treatment, right?”
She said, sucking on her ice cream with a giggle.
“……”
I watched her for a moment, then shifted my gaze away.
“Or, why don’t we sit for a little while? To let the alcohol wear off.”
“Hmm, maybe?”
“Actually, I’m pretty drunk myself. I don’t think I can handle a taxi right now.”
“Ooh, you definitely look like it. You’ve been zoning out a lot lately.”
I wasn’t zoning out, I was imagining having sex with you.
“...Then, Doha, shall we sit for a bit?”
“I’d like that.”
We sat down on a nearby bench. She sat right next to me. I could almost feel her breath. The warmth radiating from her because of the alcohol. Just the sheer presence of her, my aunt.
“You said you were a real drinker, but you’re super drunk, Doha.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m drinking with you.”
“...Did you have fun today?”
“Of course. It’ll be a memory I’ll never forget. Truly.”
“Hehe. You sure have a way with words. But honestly, I’m really happy too. I’m glad I could drink with you.”
I listened to her words calmly while my alcohol-soaked brain raced. How could I get to a motel? What was the most natural way to lure her there without raising suspicion? Or... did such a way even exist?
Should I just drag her into a back alley and...
No.
...If I can just get her into a room, I can figure something out.
Shit. Unlike the other women I’ve drank with, the wall between aunt and nephew is absolute, making the difficulty level way too high. If she were a lewd or loose woman, it would be one thing, but she didn’t show a single crack in her armor.
Usually, a simple “You’re pretty” or “Nice tits” would do the trick. But if I even mentioned her looks, the mood would definitely turn cold.
“……”
I let out a breath and glanced at her.
“What percentage drunk are you?”
“Hm? Percentage?”
“Yes.”
“Wow... percentage. I’ve almost never heard that before. That’s a trend among the youth, right?”
“I wouldn’t call it a trend... but what percentage are you?”
“Me? Maybe... 65 percent? Oh, 67 percent. How about you, Doha?”
“I think I’m about the same.”
She finished her ice cream and said while licking the stick.
“I see. Sigh, anyway, I want to drink with you again sometime. It’s actually fun. Honestly, I thought it would be super awkward and uncomfortable.”
Really? You’re basically telling me to fuck you, right? You want me to pull down your pants and rub my cock against your ass, right? You crazy, horny bitch. Shit... Knowing it wasn’t true only made it more painful. I’m sorry, Aunt...
“Should we call a taxi soon?”
“Are you leaving?”
“Yeah. I have to. Ugh, I’m so scared of waking up tomorrow morning. It’s going to be so rough.”
She giggled and turned on her phone. The taxi app I’d seen earlier appeared on the screen. She really intended to go home by taxi. This woman.
“Doha, I’ll get you a taxi. You go first.”
“So you’re calling it now.”
“Yeah, I have to.”
“Or, why don’t you stay a little longer?”
“...Hm?”
I fiddled with the sticky end of the finished popsicle and nodded slightly.
“...Just a little longer?”
“Yes.”
“I need to go home, wash up, and sleep. I told you, Doha. I have to be out early tomorrow.”
“Or, you know, you could just go to a room.”
“...What?”
I don’t know, fuck it.
She stared at me, seemingly speechless. Her eyes seemed to be asking intensely what I meant by that. But it was exactly what she thought. Let’s fuck. Give it to me. Fuck. ...
“...Doha? What are you saying? Do you want to go home that badly? Are you that drunk?”
“Ah, yes.”
“...Hm?”
“Ugh, I’m so drunk... honestly, I don’t think I can stand up right now.”
“Ah...”
Complex, subtle emotions began to cloud her dark eyes. She hadn’t grasped my true intentions. Her brow was furrowed, and her mouth was slightly agape. After a moment of silence, she finally parted her lips.
“I see. You mean you’re too drunk to move, right, Doha?”
“Exactly...”
At my tone, she seemed relieved and nodded. She asked me again.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“Yes. Maybe it’s the ice cream, but I feel terrible. I’m sorry. I’m usually not like this, but ugh... it just hit me all of a sudden...”
“Ah... I see. No, no. Don’t talk. Should I stay by your side a little longer? Is your stomach upset?”
Her uncertainty was written all over her body. Even after downing a bottle of booze, her body—the one straining against her suit—was right there. ...Ha. My cock, which had settled down while eating the ice cream, began to swell even more at her helplessness. I was going to get blue balls for real at this rate.
“When you asked to go to a room, you meant a motel, right?”
She asked cautiously. I nodded without a hint of embarrassment.
“Yes.”
“And it’s just because your stomach is upset?”
“Yes, exactly. I must have drank too fast. I’m sorry.”
“……”
She let out a breath. The image of the sweet, helpful nephew I’d cultivated seemed to return to her mind. Perhaps a ‘nephew who can’t hold his liquor’ was more comforting to her than a ‘nephew trying to fuck her.’
I let my head drop as if I were struggling and continued.
“That’s why I asked if you could... share the room. Since you have your car here and everything...”
“Ah...”
“If you have to leave early, it’d be better to start from here. Otherwise, I could just go alone.”
“……”
She didn’t say anything else. I kept my head down so I couldn’t see her expression. If I tried to read her thoughts now, my own would be laid bare. The condom box in my pocket felt like it was rattling.
“Oh, wait, Aunt.”
She made a sound at my words.
“...Hm?”
“Wait, no, right? You don’t think...”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, like... ah... Aunt, I think I was being reckless. I’m sorry. Even so, this is...”
We’re a man and a woman. I clutched my head, looking at her with exaggerated realization, as if I’d just understood the implication of my own words. Her face was twisted in shock. She waved her hands frantically, as if to say absolutely not.
“Doha, what are you saying? What kind of... strange thoughts would I have? That’s absolutely not it.”
As if that wasn’t enough, she glared at me, looking flabbergasted.
“You’re saying some dangerous things. What kind of thoughts would I have, Doha... you’re still so young.”
“I’m sorry.”
“...No, it’s okay. You must have been struggling. Sigh, but don’t ever say that again. You really surprised me.”
She looked back down at her phone. Her face was a complex layer of thoughts.
“Anyway, you’re saying you’re really struggling... to the point where you can’t even take a taxi. Even if I helped you.”
“Yes, yes. Of course, I really didn’t have any other intentions...”
“Shh. Stop. Doha, I told you I understood.”
“Ah, I’m sorry...”
“Because, haa... I know you’re struggling, and I’m trying to help you solve the problem, right? You know that, don’t you? So let’s stop talking about it.”
“Yes...”
I understand, Aunt. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you think of incest. I’m sorry for putting the thought of being fucked by your nephew into your brain.
I won’t say anything else. So, please, just go to a motel room with me... please. But she had dialed a number. And the recipient was none other than my uncle.
“I’ll let your uncle know, just in case. He might be worried.”
“……”
What the fuck.
What is this fucking bitch doing?
But unlike my inner thoughts, I had no choice but to force my tightly shut mouth open. I nodded slowly and, as if spitting out a thorn stuck in my throat, I finally said:
“Ah, yes. Please call him...”
“Yes. Don’t worry. Just rest for a bit.”
Anxiety burned in my chest like kindling. Ah, fuck... this is going to be a disaster.
A suffocating silence. Beep- beep- The faint sound of the ringing phone.
“...Hello? Honey?”
Finally, he picked up.
—
The atmosphere in the elevator was deathly quiet. A cheap motel elevator decorated in black, as if covered in ebony. That’s right. This was a motel.
My aunt and I were inside.
Since it was warm inside the motel, she had taken off her overcoat and was carrying it over one arm.
Second floor, third floor, the elevator rose in silence. F floor.
“...Haa, really. What a hassle this is for your aunt because of you, Doha.”
Perhaps because the atmosphere was awkward, she said it with a playful tone. I bowed my head.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Are you still feeling that bad, Doha?”
“Ha, I feel like I have a hangover for real.”
“That’s why I said you were drinking too fast.”
“Are you okay, Aunt?”
“I’m already sober from all the trouble of finding a motel. Doha, how are you going to face me later?”
A smile she forced to lighten the mood.
I watched our reflections in the door. The hair reaching my nose, the suit fitting her curves perfectly. 165cm? 166cm? If you take off the heels. I wonder what she’d look like completely naked... she has such a resilient body.
I rolled my eyes. I saw the CCTV. Suddenly, the contents of my aunt and uncle’s phone call floated up.
-Doha? Doha is like that? Oh my, that kid. He must have gotten absolutely plastered.
-Yeah. So he’s asking me to get a room, what should I do? Doha looks like he’s having a really hard time.
-I should have stayed until the end, I’m really sorry, Yaeun.
-Tsk, it’s fine.
-What... did you drink a lot too? Anyway, since you have to leave early tomorrow, get a room, lay Doha down, and you take a taxi out.
-Will that work?
-Yeah. I’ll send you the money. Ugh, how is Doha going to face you after this? You’re going through a lot, really.
-No, it’s fine. I had fun too. You sounded pretty drunk earlier, too, go inside quickly. You hear me?
-Ugh, I’m sobering up a bit. Maybe it’s because I’m with Manager Lee.
-Then that’s a relief... hang up for now, I’ll call you again after I drop Doha off.
-Yeah.
She had spoken freely, thinking I was unconscious, but the content was burned into my memory. The elevator opened. I arrived at the room with my aunt in silence. Honestly, from the moment I came to the motel until now, the image of my uncle wouldn’t leave my head.
That image floated like a hallucination, perhaps due to the alcohol, blurring my vision.
My uncle smiling and buying me dinner. The way he showered me with praise. Playing Hwatu with my dad when we gathered for the holidays. The way he’d kindly hand me a cup of coffee.
‘Fuck...’
What the hell have I done?
I glanced sideways. The woman who had been so worried about me that she led me here was none other than my uncle’s wife. My uncle’s one and only life partner. My aunt, who had sincerely embraced the worries I’d fabricated while we shared a drink.
To someone like that, what? Fuck, I want to bang her?
“Doha, let’s go in.”
My aunt opened the door. In the dark, narrow motel room, paradoxically, she was illuminated by the light from the hallway, standing before the window.
It was me. Lee Doha. I’m not this kind of piece of shit. That’s what I thought, surely. ...Let’s not cross the line. I’ll just sleep soundly in the motel or jerk off a few times, and when I meet my aunt again, I’ll just apologize as if I’ve come to my senses. I’ll say I’m sorry for causing trouble while being drunk.
“Aunt, I’m sorry. And thank you...”
At my words, she smiled.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I was just joking, joking.”
She fumbled with the card slot in the dark. Seeing her hesitant hand gestures, it seemed she wasn’t very familiar with motels. So, they must have fucked at home. With my uncle. At home, instead of a motel...
“I, wait a second. I’ll do it, Aunt.”
My white hand and hers intertwined as I reached for the card. At that moment, the door clicked shut. And at that moment, a scent spread thickly through the air. That musty sweat.
“……”
Ah... crazy, fuck.
In that split second, I didn’t take the card and stumbled, bracing myself against the wall. My aunt made a sound, “Oh my,” and supported me. Our bodies pressed together. Her suit, the area near her armpit, and my nose...
The scent hit my nose even more intensely. The thick, dense smell that I hadn’t noticed outside because of the cold wind. My aunt’s scent.
“...Hey, Aunt.”
I turned my head.
“Uh... Doha, are you okay? Are you going to fall?”
I grabbed the back of her neck.
“...Uh...?”
I pressed my lips to hers.