17. Suyeon, the Voluptuous Neighbor
After our true first union, Mom and I couldn't bear the passage of time, clinging to each other every moment and devouring one another. We fucked at least five times a day, no exaggeration. After the final round, both of us passed out from exhaustion, our bodies pushed to the limit—but our minds were so blissfully content that we could repeat it every single day.
One day, I suggested we go nude at home, but Mom strongly opposed it. With my desperate pleading and some persuasive cock action, we compromised on no panties. From then on, we ditched underwear around the house. My dick swung freely in my pants, no restraints—if it even twitched erect, it'd bulge against the fabric, outlining every vein, or straight-up poke out for the world to see.
But Mom took it to another level. Her thin, light-colored leggings at home made her dark bush and plump pussy lips gloriously visible through the material. It was so fucking hot, I pounced on her right there, already fantasizing about outdoor exposure play someday. Especially during yoga poses or when she bent over to pick something up, her ass thrusting back—the fabric stretched taut, revealing those thick labia in exquisite detail. We all know seeing a real pussy is hot, but the tease of it shining through thin cloth? Infinitely better.
Those five fantastical days flew by in a blink, and Mom's vacation ended. She had to head back to school today. Heartbroken, I grabbed her that morning before work, got a sloppy blowjob, and unloaded once before letting her go. Picturing how I'd ravage her tonight, piling up all day's pent-up lust, I calmed my throbbing cock and hit the gym—something I'd skipped for five straight days of nonstop mom-fucking.
Mid-workout, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from my buddy Seonwoo, asking if we could meet tomorrow. With Mom gone, I had nothing but time, so I said sure and set it for 2 p.m. at that cafe from last time. Wondered what was up, but shrugged it off, finished pumping iron, and headed to the locker room when someone called out.
"Oh, Hyeonmin? You come here too?"
"Hey? Hi, Aunty. Yeah, been coming for about a month now."
It was Suyeon, our neighbor aunty. A year younger than Mom, she called Mom "unnie" and they were close, so I'd seen her around. She had a cute puppy-dog face with some plush curves—usually hidden under baggy dresses—but today's tight workout gear revealed a glamorous bombshell body. Sure, a bit of flab on her arms and sides, but her massive tits, ass, and thighs looked even bigger than Mom's. At around 165cm, her proportions were killer.
Lost in admiring her figure, her voice snapped me back.
"Hyeonmin?"
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Lost in thought? Hehe. Anyway, haven't seen your mom lately. Everything okay?"
"Nah, nothing—just stayed inside 'cause of the heat."
"I see. Ho ho."
What? That shady look—like she knows something? And damn, her face is dripping with sex appeal.
After that weird chat with the neighbor aunty, I headed home, showered, and scrolled my phone waiting for Mom. Midway through mindless SNS browsing, the door lock beeped—Mom was back.
"Mommm!"
I bolted to her like an excited kid, but my hands were pure filth. [SMACK SMOOCH SLURP GROPE GROPE] I slammed a kiss on her, kneading those huge tits and ass while grinding my cock against her mound.
"Ugh, son—hold on...! Dinner first, okay?"
Mom tried fending me off with promises of later, but once I had her, no way was I letting go. Ignoring her protests, I stripped our bottoms right there in the entryway and plunged into passionate sex.
[PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!]
"Haaah~ Son, it feels so good—harder~"
"Got it, Mom—fuck, you're so hot."
She'd resisted at first, but once we started, she braced against the wall, yanked out her massive jugs and rock-hard nipples, squeezing them while shaking her hips to match my thrusts. The sight of my once-reluctant mom lost in ecstasy, moaning like a whore—it was obscene. Her top soaked with sweat from the pounding, I buried deep and came hard. Only then could she finally step inside.
After dinner, I offered Mom a "massage," had her lie face-down on the sofa, and turned it into full-on foreplay. Her leggings soaked with juices, her lust switch flipped. The sex that followed made up for the whole day we'd missed—no end in sight, pounding away until past midnight.
Next morning, I heard Mom prepping for work. Still sprawled in her bed, she kissed my forehead goodbye and left. I lounged in a daze a bit longer, then washed up, hit the gym for a quick pump, and headed out to meet Seonwoo that afternoon.
At the gym, Suyeon was already there, pounding the treadmill. Each stride sent her tits and ass jiggling wildly—enough to hypnotize every guy in the place. I watched her voluptuous form for a good while before approaching.
"Hi!"
"Oh! Hyeonmin—huff huff—whew, this is tough."
She hopped off, panting hard—it sounded downright erotic. Her heaving breaths made those tits bounce in lewd waves, nearly stealing my gaze. We worked out together after that; she asked me to check her form, letting me ogle her body up close on every machine. Squats were killer—her huge ass thrusting out, and I pictured slamming my cock into that juicy meat, barely suppressing my rising erection.
Fuck, so hot—gotta wreck Mom hard tonight.
About an hour in, she said working out together was great and suggested we keep it up. As a total MILF addict, no way I'd pass up close-up time with this curvy goddess—deal, same time weekdays.
Post-workout, I showered at home, changed, and hit the cafe. September had started, but afternoons were still sweltering; the AC blast felt amazing. Spotting Seonwoo in a secluded corner, drink already there, I ordered mine first.
"Yo, Seonwoo—here!"
"Oh... yeah."
Two weeks apart, and the guy's face was clouded with worry—eyes sunken, cheeks hollowed, looking gaunt.
"Dude, what happened? You look wrecked."
"That obvious? Sigh..."
Normally he'd clap back at my teasing, but this "that obvious?" screamed big trouble. About to pry, my drink buzzer went off. Grabbed it quick, sat back down—but his lips stayed sealed. I tossed light jokes to loosen him up. It worked; he opened up with chit-chat, but my gut said he was dodging the real issue.
"Seonwoo, seriously—what's wrong? No secrets between us, right?"
"Well, Hyeonmin... it's like..."
"Yeah, I'm listening."
He hemmed and hawed, uncommitted. I coaxed patiently. Finally, he chugged his drink and spilled it—shocking words.
"I think... my mom's cheating."