10. Drunk Mom (1)
Today was Friday, and by some coincidence, both Mom and I had evening plans lined up. After lunch, we were both rushing around getting ready to head out.
I felt a twinge of regret that I couldn't savor Mom's body today—the kind of body I'd never get tired of groping, biting, and sucking on for the rest of my life. But on the flip side, it was a treat to see her in a blouse and tight H-line skirt instead of her usual leggings for once.
Her massive tits strained the blouse up top, while her enormous ass and thighs down below looked ready to burst the skirt at the seams. High heels accentuated her killer legs even more, and just watching her had my cock swelling up, tenting my pants despite me needing to leave any minute.
"Whoa, Mom, you're way too sexy. Look what you did to me."
"Hehe, it's not like this mom's sexy only today... You again!"
She turned toward me, feigning anger with a frown when she spotted my fully erect glans poking out of my pants. "Yeah, sorry Mom. Mama, help me out, please!"
"Sigh, you always do this when we're in a rush..."
[Ziiip... slurrrp~]
Mom strode right over, unzipped me, and casually fished out my cock to start sucking. She wasn't offering pussy yet, but the hurdles to full-on sex had crumbled a lot lately. It fired me up all over again—my resolve to shatter the last wall between mother and son.
To keep from drooling, she only took half my shaft in her mouth, kneading my balls while gripping the base and jerking it back and forth.
I had to bolt soon, so I focused on every soft swirl of her tongue around my glans, building the pressure fast. Her rare suit look was a huge visual boost, and luckily, climax hit quick.
[Schluuuurp, spurt spurt, squelch squelch!]
I tapped her shoulder to signal, and she latched onto just the head, slurping like it was ice cream to swallow my load.
As the throbbing faded, she stroked long from base to tip, sucking out every last drop and gulping it down.
Mom swallowing my cum was always insanely hot and adorable, no matter how many times I saw it.
Once after a quick happy time, I'd asked why she bothered with that fishy stuff. She said how could she waste something so precious from her son's body on a tissue? And honestly, it was bittersweet, kinda sweet even—totally edible. She stole my heart all over again.
Like newlyweds squeezing in a morning fuck before work, we hurried through cleanup and headed out.
The elevator dropped us in the underground parking, where Sojeong Aunt's car waited right up front.
Sojeong Aunt was Mom's little sister by two years, teaching English at the same girls' high school.
"Sis! Why're you so late~ We're gonna be tardy!"
"Sorry~ Hyeonmin was the holdup."
Mom immediately turned the blame on me amid Aunt's scolding. Hey, why drag me into it?... Well, shit, I guess I did start it.
Aunt shot me an axe-eyed glare from the driver's seat as I climbed in back.
"Aw, Aunt, my bad~ Quit staring like that, it's scary..."
"Hyeonmin, if you make Aunt late today, you'd better brace yourself."
We'd always been close since I was a kid, so I knew her bark was pure tsundere whining. Still, I played meek, dropping my eyes to match her mood.
The car peeled out, and I snuck peeks at Sojeong Aunt behind the wheel. True to her blood, she rocked a plump, curvy figure—not quite Mom-level, but damn impressive—with a cool urban beauty vibe. The girls at school called her the Ice Witch, but she was really just a cute tsundere deep down.
Mom once said they fought nonstop as kids—Mom the outgoing one, Aunt all tsun—but by high school, they'd figured each other out and become thick as thieves, looking out for one another.
More on Aunt later. Quick rundown on their plans: Mom's school threw a "seminar" (read: massive booze-up) at a fancy hotel every semester's last Friday before break. All teachers and staff had to attend.
That's why Aunt was hustling—no way she'd risk being late. Word was, the foundation chairman was some distant relative on my grandma's side, her cousin's brother or whatever.
Family ties or not, Aunt treated schedules like sacred oaths.
The car zipped to my meetup spot, the cafe in the next building over. Soon as I hopped out, Aunt's ride whooshed away.
Watching it vanish, Mom's outfit flashed in my mind—other dudes leering, her frustrated and boozed-up, maybe falling for it. A worry gnawed: what if some asshole snatched the fire I'd stoked in her?
I whipped out my phone and texted Aunt: Keep an eye on Mom today, please.
Ice Witch Aunt could swat away any creeps easy.
Mom secured(?), I stepped into the cafe. Cool AC blasted away the muggy outside air.
Scanning around, I spotted a familiar silhouette.
"Yo, Seonwoo!"
"Hey, Hyeonmin! You made it~"
My buddy Park Seonwoo grinned as I approached the table—the guy who'd turned me onto milfs and incest. Friend? Mortal enemy? Jury still out.
Like me, he'd finished freshman year, done his army stint, and discharged just last week.
Hearing that, I'd figured we'd catch up—and with Mom out tonight, we set it two days ago.
We drained our coffees swapping backlog stories, then hit the nearby chicken joint.
Two fresh vets pounding chicken and beer? Army tales all day.
We swapped unit stories, knocking back shots.
Then Seonwoo hemmed and hawed, starting and stopping.
"Yo Hyeonmin, say your mom... fuck, never mind."
"The hell about my mom? Spit it out!"
"Whoa, not about your mom—don't flip. Just drink."
I lost it at mom, but he soothed with a glass. Something felt off, but we kept the party going.
"Hyeonmin, fun times. Catch you later~"
"Yeah, get home safe—text me."
Four hours later, around 11 p.m., nicely buzzed, I cabbed home.
Phone lit up as we pulled in: Caller: Sojeong Aunt.
"Hey Hyeonmin, it's Aunt. Meet me in the parking garage. Your mom's wasted."
"On it. I'm pulling up now."
I beat them there, waiting underground. Her car rolled in soon after.
She hopped out and wrestled to rouse Mom slumped in back.
Aunt's curvy body jiggled with the effort—nice view.
Shaking off the lewd flash, I helped hoist Mom up.
One of her arms over my back, mine around hers—we propped her steady. Aunt grabbed the other side, sighing as she spilled seminar dirt.
"God... what the hell did Sis drink so much for?"
"What went down, Aunt?"
"That's what I wanna know. After your text, I stuck to her all day like glue, but she pounded booze like it owed her money. Everything okay lately?"
"Nah, all good..."
Her question hit guilty—my bad—but I kept a straight face through the elevator ride home.
Tucked the out-of-it Mom into the master bed, then hit the living room. Handed Aunt a cold water as she caught her breath.
"Oh? Thanks, Hyeonmin. Whew, finally... But seriously, nothing's up?"
Same denial. She told me to look after Mom and bounced.
Aunt gone, I headed to the bedroom to tend to my blackout-drunk mom.
There on the bed sprawled a sight beyond sexy—pure filth.
Blouse splayed wide, her bra barely corralling those overflowing tits, dark pink areolas peeking out.
Skirt rucked up to her crotch, useless now—glossy thick thighs met at a black mesh thong, that scrap of fabric barely hiding her pussy.
Transfixed at the door, I drank it in... then snapped to, approaching the bed to change her clothes.