My Friend's Mom
Tomorrow, the aliens' banquet begins. I need to regress into the past before it all goes down and get far away from that threat. I don't know how far back I'll have to flee — but for now, it's the only way I've got. It certainly beats having my backdoor ruthlessly violated.
If nothing changes, humanity might end up living out an eternally repeating past. Then again, you could call this picking the lesser evil to dodge the worst — because right now, this is the best option there is...
Because if I don't do this, I can't even begin to imagine what suffering awaits humanity in the wake of that assault. The ones coming are beings beyond human comprehension...
Which is why, for now, regressing to the past is the right call. I have to see this sex through to the end — the one feat only I can pull off.
First things first: my current location is the thirteenth floor of an apartment building. Jump, and death is a guarantee. The conditions were all in place.
"...You asleep?"
The auntie snored softly in her sleep. Even at her age, I thought she looked pretty cute. Someone once said that, to a man, a woman's age is fine as long as she's younger than his mother — and the auntie's the same age as my mom, so the condition's met.
"Mmmh..."
The auntie mumbled in her sleep and twisted over onto her side, and a nipple slipped free.
"...Shit!"
No bra. I'd caught her braless before, but every single time, that bitch Seo Mina would chew the auntie out, and I never got a proper look. Right now, though, I could drink it in all I wanted...
"Shameless... so shameless...! A grown woman... someone who calls herself a mother, acting this indecent... heh...!"
And on top of that, her heavy tits lay draped over one another so prettily...
If anyone other than me had seen her like this, the auntie would have paid dearly for it. Thank god I'm the one who found her...! Better than some stranger getting his hands on her...! Absurd rationalization, sure... but what had to be done had to be done.
Carefully, I pressed the knife-edge of my hand against her cleavage.
"...Fits the edge of my hand perfectly."
I swallowed hard. No matter that I had a reset ability — this wasn't an easy choice to make. Even the streamer, honestly, happened through some pull beyond my control... hard to call it an act of my own will.
Not that I didn't enjoy it, of course!
"Aigo... now how did this little thing pop out, hmm..."
Before the cleavage, I first cupped her breast through her outer shirt.
"Oh..."
The moment my hand made contact — I used to wonder why guys my age were into older women... but now, I understood. It's a little different from the springy tits of a young girl. In a way, you could say the flesh had settled, sagged a little. And that was the whole point. The sag. That very softness is what makes a tit impossibly, maddeningly supple. Soft tofu — would that be the right comparison...?
A MILF's tits... The auntie's tits made a compelling case. Tits that could convert anyone to the MILF cause.
Plus the no-bra softness through the thin fabric. That subtle sensation of cloth standing in for skin. And the sheer, unhinged presence of that escaped nipple.
"Fuck...!"
Every time my fingers grazed the nipple, it jolted through me like an electric eel. Goosebumps raced across my whole body. Was this the depravity talking...!? Or the pure physicality of the nipple...?
Aroused in a way I couldn't begin to parse, my cock had blown past hard and was thrashing all on its own. From somewhere deep behind my breastbone, the urge to be inside her squirmed and writhed. I wanted to marvel. I wanted to sing praises to these tits...!
"...FUCK!!!"
I nearly shouted it out loud.
"Nngh...!"
I bit down on my lower lip and barely held it in. One loud noise and Mina might wake up. Then she'd derail the sex. Might even call the cops. That useless fucking bitch... A flash of rage, out of nowhere — but right now I had to calm down and finish the sex with care.
And then, I felt eyes on me.
The auntie was awake. Staring.
Mina and I had once hashed out the mechanics of my regression, and one question had come up: what happens to me if I die without having had sex? When I died after sleeping with someone, I woke up twenty-four hours in the past — so would dying before send time snapping forward into the future instead?
And what if I woke up with all four limbs severed, turned into a human onahole and laid out on a table...? With towering aliens gazing down at me...?
The terror of it felt like it would break something in my mind. Worse, they'd savor taking turns with me... The dread only thickened. Call it the fear of the abyss — an unknowable terror, like sinking into deep dark water with no telling what waits below...
So why was that memory surfacing now...?
All I'd done was meet the auntie's eyes, and I froze solid.
"...What are you doing?"
"..."
Frozen stiff, my mouth refusing to work. Far too late to pull my hand off her chest...
"What do you think you're doing...!?"
The instant the auntie shouted, my hand squeezed her tit without my say-so.
"Ahh...❤︎"
At the same time, the auntie let out a loud, throaty moan.
Anyone who knows, knows. An older woman's voice is laced with low registers a young woman's simply doesn't have — the timbre of the years, and when that timbre settled deep into a moan, it felt strangely, devastatingly lewd. An arrogance began to take hold of me: that from an auntie's moan alone, you could judge whether sex was on the table. And the auntie had clearly felt something.
Besides, she was a woman who'd lost her husband. A woman who'd spent a good decade or more living lonely... Her body had to be starved for a man's touch. Sure, I was like a son to her — but strictly speaking, I was a man who wasn't her husband.
"Are you insane!!?"
—Slap!
"...Huh?"
Fuck's sake. Porn clips, hentai, erotica, dirty stories — I'd absorbed endless mountains of data by now, and nowhere in any of it was there a cliché like this. Things were supposed to flow smoothly all the way to the sex. This was supposed to be the overture to some rich, decadent MILF sex — that's what I'd believed.
What a colossal misjudgment. Reality worked differently. All I got was a backhand across the face.
"I... I thought of you like my own son,... how could you do this to me...?"
"...N-no, it's not that... your nipple was poking out, so..."
"...What?"
A thousand thoughts seemed to churn behind the auntie's trembling eyes.
"It's... your nipple was sticking out, so I was trying to tuck it back in for you, and..."
Would that absurd excuse actually fly...?
"...I won't tell Mina about this."
An unexpected answer came back. She'd keep it a secret? Did that mean... permission?
"Stop making excuses and tell me honestly. Why did you do it?"
Another misjudgment on my part. Aunties really are adults.
Squish—
"Would you kindly take your hand off my chest?"
"Ah. Sorry."
The auntie and I moved over to the kitchen table and talked.
"I don't know if you'll believe me... but I can regress through time." I gave her a rough account of how the ability had come to me.
"...Ha. Woongsung." The auntie said my name in a low voice, swept the hair back from my head, and heaved a sigh. "I'll give you one more chance. Tell me the truth this time."
"...It is the truth."
"It's because you don't have a girlfriend, isn't it?"
"...Ah." I decided going along with her was the wiser play. "Yes. I don't..."
"So you were curious about breasts?"
"...Ah... um, yes."
The auntie let out a long, exasperated breath. "Still, honestly... how did you plan on showing your face around me after this?"
Ah, screw it.
"You were sticking your nipple out so shamelessly, ma'am, that I couldn't help myself."
"...Wh-what?"
The auntie jolted, wide-eyed.
"That's why I was going to do it with you, ma'am."
"...D-do what with me?"
"What do a man and a woman do? Sex."
"...Goodness."
She stared at me, mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief.
"Just once. Please."
"...Hey. Is that any way to talk to your friend's mother...?"
"I want to learn about women from you, ma'am."
"Oh my... oh my... listen to this child..."
The auntie's face flushed red.
Time to push harder — like a man.
I stepped slowly toward her. Whether out of fear or not, she pressed her back tight against the table chair. Not that there was anywhere to run.
Right in front of the auntie, I pulled my pants and underwear down in one go. My cock snagged on the waistband, then sprang free with a snap — like a jack-in-the-box.
"...Haah."
The auntie let out a big, ragged breath.
"Look. See how hard it is?"
"...P-put it away!"
The auntie tore her eyes off my cock. But human eyes come with peripheral vision. I swung it up and down, heavy and slow, riding the rebound, as vulgar as I could manage.
"Look, ma'am. Look. You're the one who made it like this!"
"...No. I..."
The auntie kept glancing over, then tearing her gaze away, over and over, visibly rattled. And every time she did, I swung it harder, baiting her.
"...Um."
And then she seemed about to say something.
"Put your pants on this instant. Before I lose my temper."
"..."
Persuasion looked like a lost cause.
"Well, can't be helped..."
Before the words were even out of my mouth, I buried my face in the auntie's chest.
"Kyaaah...!"
She cried out — but not loudly. Probably because of Mina.
"If you refuse, ma'am, I'll start screaming too. And then Mina wakes up, right?"
"...Please, stop this!"
Ignoring her, I nuzzled my face against her chest, making shameless noises as I worked my tongue over the upper slopes of her breasts.
"Alalalala, mwah mwah."
I went for the nipple, but the cloth was in the way, and my tongue never quite reached it. I resolved to overcome the resistance of her clothing, pressing my face in harder — like a mole boring into its burrow.
"W-wait a second...!"
Schlop—
At last, my tongue landed on the auntie's plump nipple. I seized the opening and ravished it without mercy.
"Alalalala! Alalalala!"
"S-stop it! Stop! Woongsung...! Please...!"
She begged and pleaded, but I did not yield.
"Alalalala! Alalalala! Alalalala!"
As I ravished her nipple, my free hand slid down to the auntie's waistband.
"There's a handle here... a handle!"
"What...?"
"You've got handles that are just perfect for taking it from behind."
"...Have you lost your mind!?"
"Shall I put it in now?"
"Why are you just doing whatever you—!"
I tried to lift one of her legs, and the auntie barked, a touch sharper than before.
"Wait...!"
For some reason, her voice carried a different tone. I stopped too, and decided to listen for a moment.
"Let's go to the bedroom first... all right?"
Somehow, it sounded like she was looking for a safer place.
"Gladly."
Heart hammering with excitement, I headed into the auntie's room, and she followed me in.
"Haa..."
With a sigh, the auntie locked the door. Then, double-checking that it had latched properly, she said,
"...Woongsung, you'll probably regret this. Will you be okay with that?"
"Can't be helped. Right now, this is the best option there is."
"...I honestly cannot tell what you're talking about..."
"Shall I lie down first?"
"Promise me one thing." Eyes closed, at the end of a long, deep sigh, the auntie spoke. "...Don't ever come around our house again."
"All right."
Not that it would ever come up. Once I regress, she won't remember any of this anyway.
"...Sit on the bed for now..."
I wanted to be inside her already, but I perched on the edge of the bed as she asked.
"Haa..."
With yet another sigh, the auntie approached. She knelt down in front of me, sighed once more — then swept her hair back and took my cock straight into her mouth.
"Haaah... I still don't know if this is right... slurp."
"Aaah...!"
Lips that, until moments ago, had known nothing but conversation were now caressing my cock. That fact alone sent dopamine crackling through me like lightning.
"Whoa... I'm so fucking done for...!"
"..."
I couldn't not swear if I tried — the words just burst out on their own. It must have bothered the auntie, because she knitted her brow and glanced up at me.
And that look was so beautiful. Partly because she had a pretty face, yes — but more than that, the way she poured her care into me felt lovely.
"You're adorable, ma'am."
The auntie paused her blowjob and said, "...Could you just not say anything?"
Had I been wrecking her concentration that badly?
"Got it."
A brief exchange — but with my cock drenched in her saliva, I somehow felt cold.
"My pepper's a little cold, though...?"
Like a kid whining for attention.
"Ha... honestly, where do you even learn to talk like that..."
she said, and took me back into her mouth — and the pursing of her lips, the way her tongue roamed free inside, plucking out every sensitive point, felt practiced. Definitely an older woman.
And while she sucked, she was casually shedding her clothes.
"Wow... your tits are so sexy, ma'am."
"...Hey."
Flustered, the auntie covered her chest with her hands. But there was no hiding a chest that big.
"Your areolae are showing."
"...Don't say things like that."
"I want to see them."
"Ha... fine."
The auntie lowered her hands. Embarrassed, she kept her eyes fixed on the wall.
"They're tan...?"
"...It comes with age! And I'm sure some of it's just how I was born!"
Did that strike a nerve? But that hadn't been my intent at all. It was a fruit comparison — fruit at the very peak of ripeness, at its most delicious. The deep, browned color of them looked gorgeous, as if proclaiming just how ripe she was.
"That color is the lewd one, you know."
"...What on earth—"
Unable to hold back a second longer, I dropped to my knees with a thump and, in the same motion, took her nipple and as much of her breast as I could in one big bite.
"Mmph...!"
