Auntie Min-jung's Bath Service — Naked 75J Breasts Swaying Into the Shower
"Baby girl…~ Mommy's here…~!"
Looking this way! Looking that way! Looking everywhere!
Once Kim Min-jung confirmed that Geum Tae-yang had gone into the shower, she headed straight for the second-floor main control room.
When she reached the door, she glanced up and down the hallway, then whispered to her daughter, Park A-young, as if sharing a secret.
"It's just you, me, and Tae-yang in this whole place, and he already went to wash up. Why are you peeking around like that?"
Tap-tap-tap! Tap-tap!
From inside the main control room came Park A-young's indifferent voice. She had clearly been waiting for Kim Min-jung.
Ordinarily she would have answered from the chair at the central computer, but instead she was sitting on the bed set up beside it, fiddling with her laptop.
"Heehee! You're right… Mommy really is being silly…"
Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat!
Sway! Sway! Sway!
Even her daughter's flat, needling tone was adorable to Kim Min-jung. A full, blooming smile on her face, she hurried over with quick little steps.
Just how high her spirits were riding was answered more than clearly by the wild bounce of those 75J watermelon-sized breasts.
"Here. Take this laptop and the USB, Mom. Everything you need is on it."
Thud!
Park A-young handed over the laptop she had just been working on. A USB stick was already plugged into it.
"Thank you, A-young…"
Carefully…!
Kim Min-jung accepted the laptop from her daughter with both hands, treating it like something precious.
"So… this USB has the adult… the videos Tae-yang was watching…"
Her expression and voice turned cautious again as she double-checked with Park A-young.
That was right.
After Park A-young had gone upstairs first, Kim Min-jung had said she would follow shortly. Between the two of them, a promise had already been made: they would share Geum Tae-yang's porn.
While discussing his taste in women, the conversation had drifted to the videos he watched—and that conversation had finally escalated into an actual exchange of the files themselves.
Kim Min-jung had come up to the second floor specifically to receive that monumental item, which was why she had been glancing around so nervously before even stepping into the main control room.
For a proper, upright auntie like Kim Min-jung, this was the ultimate act of rebellion.
"Yeah. Porn. Zero mosaics, no titles—the raw wild stuff."
"Oh my, p-porn, A-young… that's so embarrassing…"
"And that embarrassing stuff is what you're about to watch, Mom."
Kim Min-jung's eyes went round as she stared at the laptop she had been given as if it were a sacred relic. In contrast, Park A-young crossed her arms, crossed her legs, and simply watched her mother.
For a woman whose body was more pornographic than porn itself, Kim Min-jung still blushed just saying the word.
Her shameless daughter promptly dragged her back to reality.
"Um, A-young… so this is because… when Mommy touches herself, it might be better if I have something to look at…"
In that moment Kim Min-jung's voice shrank almost to a mumble as she spoke to her daughter.
She had lived the life of a demure, well-behaved auntie. She had the face of an absolute angel. And now that same woman had just acquired raw, face-burning porn—and she was justifying it to her daughter by saying it was for the masturbation habit she had picked up after years of lonely nights.
Kim Min-jung was smart, but she was also far too pure to lie well. This was the flimsy excuse she had wrung out of herself to deny the scandal with Geum Tae-yang.
If I watch these… maybe I'll understand Tae-yang's tastes a little better…?
But Kim Min-jung was a thoroughly wicked milf. She blushed easily and lied poorly—yet she desperately wanted to make Geum Tae-yang happy.
On top of that, at forty-two she had finally met her destined man and discovered the very concept of sexual fantasy. She wanted a real sex life with him. Given her nature, of course she would want to learn what her partner liked.
I want to do better so I can be loved more… I want to be the woman our Tae-yang loves…
Kim Min-jung was earnest. She had effectively ended her hellish first marriage and, like a miracle, been granted a second honeymoon. Even if her current husband was nothing like that bastard from before, she still wanted to take that past as a cautionary lesson and give everything she had.
She wanted Geum Tae-yang to love her to madness.
"I know, Mom. And I get it completely. That's why I processed this for you right away and handed it over."
While Kim Min-jung stammered out her excuses in a vanishing voice, Park A-young soothed her in that trademark flat tone of hers.
Park A-young knew full well her mother was lying. But whether it was a lie or not did not matter. She had engineered this situation herself in the first place.
She had already passed Geum Tae-yang's fetishes on to her mother. Now she wanted to update Kim Min-jung with even more.
She really does like Tae-yang that much, huh. Our mom… it looks… good on her.
Since the apocalypse, Kim Min-jung had changed, and Park A-young did not mind the change at all. She could feel that her mother—who had spent years simply enduring for her daughter's sake—was finally starting to break free of that. That was why she had even brought up bare pussies, wanting to grow her mother's happiness even further.
"Honestly, at Mom's age, of course you'd feel that way. I'm actually glad. You're human too, you know."
Park A-young was trying her best to find the right words for this kind of work, but the conversational style that had hardened since puberty left her word choices stiff and blunt.
"Thank you, my baby girl… for thinking of me that way…"
A soft smile…!
Even a conversation like this was a miracle and a blessing to Kim Min-jung. This was the same woman whose mouth had stretched ear to ear just from being asked for a meal. Hearing what felt like consideration from her daughter, every word sounded sweet.
"Just go already, Mom. I'm going to sleep."
Flap!
Feeling ticklish under the attention, Park A-young turned her face away and immediately spread out her bedding.
"Come to think of it, you're already in your pajamas? Going to bed this early?"
Kim Min-jung's eyes went wide at the sight. Ever since moving into the bunker, Park A-young had always slept in the small hours of the morning. Right now it was not even nine o'clock.
"I overdid it yesterday. So I'm turning in early today. I'm tired. Going to sleep."
Sliiiide…!
With that dry answer, Park A-young slipped under the covers. She genuinely looked ready to sleep.
"Alright, A-young… then Mommy will turn off the light on my way out?"
Step…! Step…! Step…!
"Mm."
A worried look settled over Kim Min-jung's face. She walked out carefully, speaking as she went.
She seemed fine when we were talking just a minute ago… Should I bring her a glass of breast milk…?
Step…! Step…! Step…!
Leaving the main control room and starting down the stairs to the first floor, Kim Min-jung tilted her head. Park A-young had looked exhausted far too suddenly.
Anyway, if A-young's going to sleep at this hour…
Her gaze drifted toward somewhere in the living room.
"Khhhaaaaah… that's good…"
Having finished his first round of showering, Geum Tae-yang stretched out in the bathtub Kim Min-jung had filled for him. The pure catharsis of it made him close his eyes and let out a long, satisfied sound.
"…."
Then he fell into deep thought.
If they went so far as to have a car standing by in a situation like this…
He was thinking about the thugs who had been watching him.
That means it definitely wasn't anyone from around here. Even a short drive and you'd spot a vehicle pretty fast.
They even had the license plate right out in the open.
Right after the chase, Geum Tae-yang's first guess had been that the thugs were locals from Pyeonghwa-dong. Even though he had been careful about his surroundings, there was every chance someone had seen him going around smashing zombies. Put himself in their shoes, and he would have chosen to hide and observe too, just to size up the target.
But after a few more hours of moving around, he had changed his mind. In an apocalypse, a working car stood out even more. For someone from the same neighborhood to tail him in a vehicle was basically the same as waving a flag and asking to be noticed.
So they're people based somewhere I can't easily reach on foot… and if guys like that were watching me with that much familiarity…
It looks a lot like an organization that's already dug in pretty deep.
They had been watching him with clear, deliberate intent. And they had crossed a long distance through the apocalypse just to reach Pyeonghwa-dong. This was not some lone operator or a two- or three-man crew. It had the feel of an organization with a real chain of command.
Most likely Do Min-chul's people.
Putting every scrap of evidence together, connecting it to Do Min-chul felt like the most rational conclusion.
Whoa… so he's already built up enough of a force to start moving this aggressively? From what I saw, those didn't look like the same punks from high school…
The reason he had not immediately linked it to Do Min-chul was simple: he had not gotten a clear look at the face under the hoodie, but he had seen the driver's profile. With 2.0 vision in both eyes, Geum Tae-yang had seen it clearly. That man was not Do Min-chul's age.
Which means he's already got enough control to use the gangsters he swallowed up as underlings. This is starting to look seriously not easy…
In other words, Do Min-chul had already stabilized the power base he had expanded since the apocalypse began. The early window Geum Tae-yang had predicted—when Do Min-chul would still be busy just looking after himself—was over.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A knock sounded at the living-room bathroom door.
"Tae-yang, it's Auntie… may I come in…?"
The presence of the forty-two-year-old voluptuous milf, Kim Min-jung.
"Yes, Auntie! Come on in!"
Splash! Splash!
Geum Tae-yang, who had been lounging comfortably in the tub, straightened up and answered her call.
What's this about? Did she leave something in the bathroom?
Looking around! Looking around! Looking around!
After answering, he scanned the bathroom. She knew he was showering—there was no reason for her to come in. So he checked whether she might have left something behind.
"I thought I might help you wash… scrub your back a little…"
Creeeak…!
The shower door opened. Kim Min-jung's voice was faintly shy. She had come intending to help him bathe.
"Oh! Really, Auntie? Even with A-young around, scrubbing my back should be fine, right? It's the apocalypse, after all—it'll be okay?"
Sploosh!
At her offer to scrub his back, Geum Tae-yang stood up in the tub. A-young was still in the house, and Kim Min-jung was still conscious of her daughter's eyes—yet she was offering to scrub his back anyway. He decided he might as well play along and accept with a show of reluctance.
Khhhaaaaaaaa!!!!
Waiting with that generous frame of mind for Kim Min-jung to enter, Geum Tae-yang's eyes suddenly went wide with shock.
"It should be fine, right…? Last time we even had sex right next to her…"
Sway! Sway! Sway!
Kim Min-jung stepped into the shower carrying a basket of toiletries. With every single step, her lush body bounced and rolled wildly—because she was not wearing a single thread of clothing.
This was not simply the look of someone coming to help with a bath.
Her intention to bathe together was unmistakable.