The Aunt's Final Answer
I dragged my aunt toward me, grabbing the back of her neck as I pinned her against the motel wall. Our lips collided in an instant. A soft, yielding sensation met my own.
“……!”
I parted my lips slightly and licked every inch of her mouth. She kept her lips sealed tight, as if she were determined not to give me an opening. Because of that, the corners of her mouth kept twitching uncontrollably.
“Ugh, b-b… b-bup….”
“Sluuuurp… h-hup….”
There was none of that artificial, lipstick-heavy taste I was used to from other women. Just a slick, oily sheen. From morning until night, the lingering scent of her base makeup pricked at my nose. It was a stimulating smell. Truly.
“Ha, ugh… b-bup….”
My aunt resisted fiercely. Her slender hands trembled as she pushed against my chest. She kept her head stiff, trying to pull away—and finally, our faces parted.
“—…Hah!”
A sharp gasp escaped her.
“Ah, haah…! Haah…!”
She panted, her chin and lips slick with saliva, trembling violently. Her gaze, which had been wandering in a daze, soon climbed from my mouth up to my eyes.
“Y-you’re insane…!”
Her face, crumpled like a pile of trash, stared at me with pure loathing.
“W-what are you doing! Lee Doha, what on earth are you doing!”
I didn't answer, just breathed heavily and wiped my lips. Instinctively, I glanced at the front door to make sure it was properly shut. Good. It was locked tight. I shifted my gaze back to her. I swallowed hard and spoke.
“I’m sorry, Aunt. I was just… drunk….”
“…D-drunk!? You really…! There are things you can do and things you can’t!”
Perhaps surprised by my unexpected compliance, she let out a breath as if she were dumbfounded, then retorted sharply. She distorted her face, as if swallowing lava, trying to calm herself down.
“…Tell me. Why did you do it? Lee Doha, why on earth are you doing this to your aunt?”
“I think I just… did it without thinking. I’m sorry.”
“…Without thinking? You, without thinking? You’re telling me you did this to your aunt for a reason like that?”
When I remained silent, she clutched her head.
“Oh, seriously… you, ha, seriously….”
She gasped, a sharp intake of breath like a hiccup.
“I’m going to tell your uncle everything. I’m not letting this slide. I’ll tell your mother… your family, everything you’ve done.”
“I’m sorry… I really didn’t mean to. It was like an instinct, my body just moved on its own.”
“Instinct! That damn…! Seriously… stop with the excuses. Stop making excuses. I never dreamed you were this kind of person. This is such a shock, really….”
Leaning against the entrance, my aunt let her body go limp. She panted as if she were sickened, but that was all.
A strange silence settled between us.
My aunt kept her face twisted, staring at the floor or swallowing meaningless groans, while I observed every one of her movements. I was well aware of my own fault. Forcing a kiss, molesting her body.
But what was I supposed to do when the bitch turned me on so much?
I felt my lower half growing heavier. Even in this situation, a sour, thick scent wafted from her curvaceous body. The scent of a dense woman. That bitch’s vulgar pheromones.
“…Are you leaving?”
At my casual question, my aunt, who had been picking up her coat while rising, stared straight at me.
“What?”
“I asked if you’re leaving.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said. Are you going to leave this room?”
“…Hey. I’m truly dumbfounded. Then, then should I stay? After everything that’s happened, you think I’d stay?”
I took a step forward. Her face filled with contempt.
“W-what. What are you doing? Don’t come any closer.”
“Honestly, I wish you wouldn’t leave. I do.”
“What are you talking about… you….”
“Stay here with me.”
“This is really… you’re crazy….”
My aunt steadied her breathing.
“Stop it… you, even if you’re drunk, don’t you think you’ve crossed the line? Even by your own standards, logically? And I’m your aunt!”
“…….”
“Doha, I’m your uncle’s wife. I’m not someone you can treat like this. So, okay? Lee Doha, you….”
So what?
Fuck….
*Thud!* I slammed my arm against the wall so she couldn’t escape. I was suddenly in a wall-pinning position. My aunt, who had been checking me while her lips trembled, soon turned her head to look up at me.
“S-stop it. Lee Doha. That’s my last warning.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll slap you. I’ll tell him everything. Everything you’re doing right now….”
“Go ahead and do it.”
“D-Doha! Why are you like this? I really don’t want to do this… okay? I’m scared, Doha. Please, Doha….”
I grew curious.
How much more would that rich scent waft out if I stripped her?
How much more stimulating would it be, and how much more would it cloud my reason?
This was the same panting that a male feels by necessity… fuck. That’s why I don’t think I’m crazy. At least, not on this night….
“Aunt….”
I gently stroked her cheek. The skin I touched twitched as if it had gone rigid. I brought my face close, looking into her wet eyes. My aunt’s face twisted in extreme discomfort.
“N-no….”
I dragged my hand down from her cheek and tilted her stiff chin upward. It was to lock lips with her.
“Ugh…!”
Once again, our mouths tangled.
This was my answer. Then what was hers? My aunt didn’t move. She kept her lips firmly shut, desperately pulling her head away to avoid the mouth I was hungrily exploring. That was her answer. Still, just playing hard to get.
“Haa, slurp… hup….”
I took my hand off the wall. I reached for her straight thighs, grabbing them to trap her. Then, I pulled her into an embrace. Now, this woman was completely held within my arms.
“Haa, b-bup… h-hugh….”
Her flustered breath tickled my face. I squeezed her buttocks hard. At that, her mouth opened on its own. That vulgar mouth.
“…Ah, ab…?”
Her entire mouth ended up inside mine.
“Puh, haa… hugh…!”
It was damp. Since we were already soaked in alcohol, my mouth was much the same. Similar saliva, similar scent, similarly dirty spit. I bit her rigid tongue with my lips. I held it tight, then rolled it around as if spitting it out.
Her tongue twitched.
I shoved my tongue toward her molars. I licked every corner of her mouth. Since she was already in my mouth, she had to feel every bit of this sensation. My aunt’s tongue and mouth were incredibly passive. I was the only one sharing this communion through a kiss.
“Slurp—”
The sound of thick saliva. Excited, I moved my hands on my own. I moved my hands from her buttocks up to her breasts.
“Huu, ugh, ha… ah….”
I squeezed hard.
“Hup, slu… ah, ah.”
Through her suit jacket, I pressed down on her nipples. Unfortunately, there were no immediate moans like those of a loose slut. Just, *k-kgh…* sounds.
I pulled away.
In the darkness, I finally saw those tear-filled eyes. A look containing disgust, contempt, and an indescribable, mysterious depth. I looked down at her, still gently rubbing her nipples through the jacket.
“You, you really are….”
That was the moment. My aunt shoved my arm away and reached for the front door. I moved first. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pinning her. *Thump!* Her two arms trembled as they were fixed against the door. Then, a sharp, gasping sound.
“N-no, this is….”
My crotch pressed against the back of her suit pants. The outline of my heavy, throbbing cock was explicit. Her thighs suddenly tightened and sank downward, and I realized in an instant the real reason she had tried to run away earlier.
She was aroused.
She was so aroused that she couldn’t trust her own body, which was why she tried to run.
“…Are you excited?”
I brought my head right next to her earlobe and whispered low. The more I intentionally blew my breath into her ear, the more my aunt’s lower body tightened, sinking toward the floor.
A rough, trembling breath escaped her lips.
But in this position, which looked like I was taking her from behind, there was no way for this woman to escape. She was trapped in the same range of motion. She let out an aroused breath, and whenever I blew into her ear…— she would just tighten her lower body and sink down with a whimper.
“Ah-huh… y-you’re crazy…! W-what are you doing…!”
Even while trapped in my arms, my aunt turned her head to the other side, as if she didn’t want to show me her face. I fixed her chest with one hand and began to stroke her buttocks with the other. The black fabric of her suit pants rubbed softly against my palm. I traced the wide area with my fingers, then slipped them toward the crack of her ass.
“Ah, ah….”
My aunt turned her face even further. Perhaps unable to speak from shame, she bit her lip hard.
“Sss-hup. Haa.”
“Huuugh….”
I blew into her ear. Immediately, a faint moan escaped her, and her shoulders shuddered. I deliberately bit her earlobe and lowered my nose to her neckline.
My hand followed.
This hollowed-out place was her crotch. Her pussy.
“Ugh, ugh… ah, no… you’re crazy….”
I pressed down firmly. I could feel her lips twitching and her face contorting even above my head. I stroked it gently, then pressed down hard once more—
“Ah-hugh!”
I curled my hand like I was kneading dough, then used my middle and ring fingers to press down firmly, rhythmically. Every time I did, her thighs and buttocks swayed slightly to the beat.
“Ah, ah. Huuugh….”
‘Swaying’ was the more accurate term. Her neck, which my nose was brushing against, had been bright red for a long time.
“Haa, Aunt… you said you weren’t drunk. Your neck and cheeks are bright red, are you going to lie to me?”
“N-no… seriously… you….”
Knead, knead, knead, *press!* I touched her pussy through her pants and underwear as if driving my fingers into her.
“Huuugh…!”
“If you lie, I’ll keep doing this.”
“D-Doha… ugh, please….”
“I’ll do this, too.”
I blew into her ear, which was deeply flushed, and chewed on it. I licked the inside of her ear with my tongue. *Uh, ugh, ah*—short, sharp moans burst out uncontrollably. Especially when I licked it with my tongue, a stifled, gasping sound—*Haaak…!?*—escaped her.
“If you don’t stop… ah, ha… I’m going to scream.”
“Scream?”
“I, your aunt, am going to… ugh! I’m going to scream….”
Was it because I wasn’t touching her directly? The sensation of my breath ravaging her ear was more effective than touching her pussy through the fabric. Or maybe she just wasn’t used to this kind of experience. Did my uncle only ever just fuck her? In reality, foreplay is half of sex.
“What kind of scream? A moan like this?”
“D-Doha… I’m scared. So please… sss-hup… stop, ah….”
“Like this, haaaa… slurp, ah, eating your ear? Slurp… is this what you’re scared of?”
“Let, let go… hugh… you really….”
“You take it off, Aunt.”
“What….”
I took my hand off her mound and squeezed her buttocks hard. The soft yet firm flesh filled my palm.
“I said you take it off, Aunt.”
“Doha, you really….”
“Aunt.”
I slid my hand from her buttocks into her armpit. Then, I turned her chin toward me. Her distorted face, unable to handle the excitement, faced me at an angle.
As if showing me that was worse than death, she put all her strength into her neck to turn away quickly, but….
“Ah, huugh….”
I didn’t care and shoved my finger into her mouth. Saliva mixed stickily with my thumb.
“Come on, you take it off. You’re drunk anyway… right? Just pretend that you were forced into this by your nephew’s seduction.”
“…T-that makes no sense! You’re crazy, seriously….”
“It’s because I like you, Aunt. I told you earlier… do you think I’m doing this to my aunt just to satisfy my own desires?”
I whispered right in front of her ear, tickling it.
“I-I’m drunk, I’m drunk… slurp…! Because I’m drunk….”
“So, since you’re drunk too.”
“Ah….”
“Then, should I take it off? I’ll ruin your suit, cover you in spit, and make it so you can’t even move….”
“Huuugh, haa… you….”
I sniffed at her ears, the back of her ears, and her neckline with the tip of my nose, urging her to answer. Groans flowed out. The way she swallowed, the way her throat bobbed—I felt every bit of it with the tip of my nose.
“O-okay. Okay, for now. So stop… okay? Stop this, please Doha….”
“Yes?”
“U-underwear. Only over the underwear… if you only touch it like that….”
“Over the… underwear?”
“Yeah. Otherwise, no. I’ll also, hugh… scream, scream. Decide, hurry….”
I smirked.
“Are you going to take it off? You, yourself?”
“…….”
“Please answer me. Before I start bothering you again.”
“O-okay, I get it… I’ll take it off myself… so stop that… Doha, please, ugh-huugh…!”
I chewed on her ear one last time, blew my breath into it, and curled the corners of my lips up.
At my aunt’s final answer, I felt my head go hot. Another emotion surged up, stinging like it was burning my brain. This feeling, that my cock—which hadn’t been satisfied since the morning—felt like it was about to burst right now, was a sense of conquest.
In short, it was the mental satisfaction of having made this bitch, my aunt, take off her own clothes voluntarily.