Taking Care of a Friend's Family - Housekeeper Seong Yu-ra
"H-Housekeeping service here. Sir..."
As soon as I opened the door, Seong Yu-ra stood there in an awkward hunch. Her face flushed to the brink of utter humiliation, she tugged desperately at the flimsy hem of her outfit, trying to cover more skin. But it was all pointless. White underwear and a white apron—that fleshy backside was pure violence in beige, no different from being stark naked with just a slab of meat on display. A grown woman with two kids of her own, waiting to greet me in this pathetic getup.
Kukuku... what a masterpiece.
From the bag at her feet, it looked like she'd changed right there at the door. Penthouse on the top floor, royal suite all alone—no one ever came up here, so that made sense. And as you can see, this was the condition I had set. While working in the house, she had to be in nothing but naked or underwear with an apron. A jaw-dropping job offer that let me suck the honey dry, in exchange for rules she had to follow.
"Why'd you come dressed like that?"
"Y-Yes?! ...You clearly told me to only enter the house in this outfit..."
"No need to come dressed. You could've changed inside."
"Eut...!"
"Well, come on in anyway?"
I flung the door wide, and she darted inside like a hamster spotting sunflower seeds. Hands clasped in front, shaking that plump ass as she hurried in. Lick♥ The tasty milf announced the start of her first day on the job, jiggling her flesh all the way.
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"It's simple. Laundry, cleaning—floor mopping just the spots the robot vacuum misses."
"I see..."
"Yeah, finish that and you're free to clock out whenever."
"Ah, got it..."
Even as I laid out the tasks, Seong Yu-ra couldn't stay still—like a little bird before a predator. She kept yanking at the tiny apron for coverage whenever she could, twisting to hide her back. Her face burned red like an angry octopus, the blush refusing to fade.
"Thanks. I've got work to handle."
"Ah...? Y-Yes...!"
But I really did let her focus on cleaning. No big attention on her preemptive fear—I holed up in my room, knocking out company stuff and making calls. For a good two hours, she must've thought the house was empty, wandering the living room and master bedroom for chores.
"Hmm... which detergent should I use...?"
Eventually, she relaxed. The first two hours were spent figuring out the household tasks, but now the milf was bent over on the balcony, picking detergent for the washing machine. Ass in underwear thrust back, oblivious to anyone behind her, butt sticking out. Every wiggle made the flesh under her cheeks slosh.
Ha... fuck.
That perfectly optimized chunk of fat was prime. A friend's mom—untouchable fruit because of the status gap. Squeeze!
"Eek?!"
But fuck that—I groped it anyway. No holding back, I ambushed that juicy fruit, and Seong Yu-ra stiffened ramrod straight. Face heating up like a sizzling grill, she slowly turned to glare at me—with all the smugness I was throwing her way.
"Ah... sorry. Hand brushed you while passing by."
".........Yes."
Obvious molestation, but she swallowed her feelings with an innocent reply. Aware of me again, cheeks flushing as she pretended to pick detergent.
A mom with grown kids, reacting like a pure country girl, turning away.
"Oops."
"─!!!"
That spurred me on. Couldn't resist—I stuck to the horny milf's back and groped her tits. Premium mamma stuffed full, kneading and milking them freely.
Hya... this is paradise.
Three walking sex drives around me. Mom Jeong Su-ran, mother-in-law So I-seol, and now friend's mom Seong Yu-ra. Too many temptations—self-control was the real issue.
Squish squish...♥ Squeezing her tits wildly, she twitched. Breath ragged, biting her lip to hold back protest.
"S-Sir... there was no condition like this...!"
"What condition?"
"I mean, even if I dress like this, no direct touching─ Heut?!"
Lick♥ Ignoring her nagging, I pressed harder, licking her fragile nape. Ripe milf still young-looking—a walking lust bomb, mine to exploit. My rock-hard cock throbbed inside; I rubbed it against the clear axe-mark outline on her panties, whispering.
"Why fight it? You knew deep down. Why I told you to come like this."
"I don't know...!"
"Really? Every recent visit, I dropped obvious hints."
"......"
I bit harder. Squeezed her lower lip like toothpaste.
"Why this old lady...?"
"Harsh self-review. Can't leave a woman this hot alone."
Sniffing her faint soap scent, savoring it fully. "Plus, I needed you. Someone to enjoy with at home."
"......"
Among the three milfs, Seong Yu-ra was the one I could force into quick acceleration. Harsh, sure—but the only one I could pin with money. Ethics and morals? Fuck 'em. Primitive method to fuck her fast.
Slap!
But backlash hit—she shoved me off hard. Eyes blazing with humiliation, shame, and lingering contempt, she spat her ultimatum.
"Stop! ......Today's work never happened."
"...Quitting?"
"Yes!"
Emotions peaking like she might cry. "This... isn't right. Even with the scary rumors, you're Tae-min's best friend, and it seemed like you were looking out for us somehow, so I endured... but this is it. Thanks."
Done with it, she went to untie her apron—then remembered her underwear underneath, fumbling to fix herself. Serious moment, but my smirk broke it; face couldn't get redder, she spun and stomped toward the door.
That's when—
"Triple."
"......!!!"
Two syllables halted her legs. Woman's firm resolve crumbled pathetically.
"Triple the contracted pay—forgives my rudeness just now?"
"Triple.........you say."
She knew exactly, but asked anyway. I caught up with lazy strides. Her pale canvas of tasty flesh-back turned away, but I melted it with a sly grin.
"Of course, bonuses on top. Sound good?"
Seong Yu-ra wrestled hard. Housekeeper barely started, now absurd money attached.
"...It's not about the money."
Lips twisting in excuse. After agonizing, she forced indifference.
Hya... so fucking cute.
I knew. What she needed now. Not just material wealth—caress her remaining pride as a female.
The rudeness of seeing her as mere sex toy.
Hug!
"!"
So I hugged from behind—quietly. Not grinding like before, but warmly embracing the woman. Down from money master-slave to equals shoulder-to-shoulder, I whispered.
"Not 'lecherous sex exploitation'—if it's genuine favor, will you forgive? Seong Yu-ra?"
"......"
Flipped attitude left her flustered. No clue how to take it—panic.
"I really don't get it. Why bother with an old lady like me...?"
Offensive again—to her, and my lust for that "old lady."
"Where's an old lady like you? Looks twenty-something, body still prime."
"N-No need to force compliments─"
"Dead serious. Didn't feel it earlier? Couldn't hold back, cock hard, pounced for real."
World's full of pretty twenty-somethings. But that's youth. Rare as hell for forties to shine like this. Milfs are precious resources—proving superior genes body and soul.
Smack♥
"Ah...♥"
Top-tier female. Light kiss on her crown to convey sincerity. Hearing it all in my arms, Seong Yu-ra dropped any thought of leaving. Stood still, decided, then slowly turned to me.
"......♥"
Anger eased, but eyes wouldn't meet. Shoulders above burned without need for words.
Despite the messy groping, my money and heart got through—she opened up.
"A-Alright."
"F-Forgiven?"
"...No point being stubborn—need the money, and fighting you's pointless waste. Plus......"
"Plus?"
"......"
No answer. Just a mortified expression instead.
Hehe.
Probably meant she didn't hate a young stud's attention like this. Hated forceful money-pin, but equals? She'd accept. Not as whore—as a woman, changes everything.
Rub rub...♥
"Eut...♥"
Rubbing my cock on the appeased milf's apron drew a whole new reaction. Throbbing angry male meat grinding again, she gave in, tilting her head back.
"Didn't say it, but apron's when you're prettiest, Yu-ra."
"D-Don't say it like th-that...!"
Cute overload—I stroked her cheek with my hand; even heard her heartbeat. Milf turned full woman, couldn't hold back—time to propose.
"All made up? Settle the rest in bed?"
"......♥"
Grabbed her slender wrist, tugged—she followed easy. Seong Yu-ra trailed like a puppet doll, no resistance left.