Mother Fox
A strange feeling came over her.
Her heart would not stop its relentless pounding.
To think she would get to see that man again...
"Mom, are you nervous right now?"
"Ah, n-no..."
She tried to deny it, but she couldn't hide it even from her daughter. Her voice had slipped free of her will and was trembling in tiny, telltale shakes.
Her daughter came close and wrapped her arms around her. Held her tight. Her daughter's body was trembling too.
The man who had saved the two of them — mother and daughter. The man who had pulled them out of a hellish reality where not a single scrap of hope remained. He was on his way here right now.
The woman closed her eyes and pictured the last time she had seen him.
"I... I really can't thank you enough. How am I supposed to repay this kindness..."
The man only turned his head to look at her. On the floor, a bag sat with its mouth open, packed with two thousand ten-thousand-won notes.
"You don't need to repay me. I didn't do this expecting anything in return... However."
A small smile formed on the man's face. Paired with the light spilling in from the balcony, he looked almost sacred. Benevolent. It was enough to make the thought flash through her mind: Heaven must have sent an angel for our pitiful family.
The man's lips moved again. Through that gentle smile, warm words that made her heart clench came softly.
"When I come back, I hope you'll be living well. That's all."
"Mister, try this too!"
"Ahaha... alright."
Not long after we sat down, delivery food started arriving in a flood. How much had they ordered? It just kept coming with no end in sight.
Ah, I really just ate not that long ago... But refusing would have been rude, so I picked at a few pieces — and that apparently wasn't good enough, because Fox glued herself to my side and started stuffing things into my mouth one after another.
With a piece of fried chicken still in my mouth, I glanced sideways. The little Fox was grinning, looking delighted. I turned forward, and an identical Fox — only overflowing with mature allure — was smiling right at me.
God, that is seriously hot.
I feel genuinely bad saying this about these two, but I'm not even joking — I was so fucking turned on. Turned on enough to wonder what they'd taste like if I wrapped them both up and ate them at once.
It wasn't like I'd never done a mother-daughter combo before. Once. Back when I first started this whole thing. A full-on foursome, even. But at the time, as excited as I was, the special circumstances of that job meant I couldn't really enjoy it properly. And after that, the conditions just never lined up. For one reason or another, the chance to have a mother and daughter together had rarely come around.
But this time... I had a feeling it was going to work. That kind of gut instinct.
Of course, not tonight. Hell, I couldn't even get it into Fox's hole yet.
I'll take it slow, stretch her out... and work on Mother Fox at the same time.
Wrapping up a beautiful mother and daughter and devouring them both... ngh. Just imagining it was enough to make me want to come.
I crushed the pitch-black desire before it could show on my face and looked at the woman sitting across the table.
Seo Eun-ju.
She looked about my age. I'm baby-faced myself, but she looked quite a bit younger than even me. Early thirties, maybe late twenties. Now that I thought about it, Fox looking underdeveloped probably wasn't from not eating enough — it was genetic.
Anyway. How was I going to cook this woman? We'd barely spent any time together, so I didn't have a clear approach yet.
And right then, her eyes met mine. In that instant, her face flushed bright red and she ducked her head.
Oh-ho... I see how it is.
A man who, when they were drowning in despair with no hope in sight, had saved them without a shred of self-interest. All she remembered was his face and three syllables of a name. She'd written that name on paper every single day so she wouldn't forget. For nine years.
What must have been in her heart, writing my three-syllable name every day, replaying that day over and over? At first, gratitude and respect. Then fondness and fantasy. And later, a tangle of emotions she herself probably couldn't even name.
Was what she felt for me love?
Absolutely not.
What it actually was, I couldn't say — I'm only human. But one thing I was sure of. I had the ability to make her mistake it for love.
As if on cue, Fox stepped out for a moment.
"Ah! I'm just gonna run to the bathroom real quick!"
She scampered off — not to the living room bathroom, but the one attached to her room. Big one, then.
I allowed myself a satisfied smile and stood up from my seat. Time for the main event. Codename: Operation Does Mother Fox Dream of Sleeping with Her Savior?
"Ah? Seo-hoo, are you heading to the bathroom too? It's this way."
The woman stood and smiled kindly as she showed me the way. And yet every time our eyes met, she'd blush and snap her gaze away. To be that shy and still not drop that smile for over an hour... her fondness for me had already hit the ceiling. This was going to be easier than I thought.
So I grabbed the hand she was using to guide me. She startled — but she didn't pull away. She just stood there, not knowing what to do.
Bingo. No real resistance to physical contact. Then what about the next step?
I swept my arm around from behind, gently embracing her, and pulled her toward me. A faint, very faint resistance — and then she collapsed into my arms. A pleasant scent rose from the woman in my embrace. Two cushions pressed softly, insistently, into my chest.
Well, she did have a kid — so of course there's some breast there. B-cup, judging by the size? Even the small chest was exactly like Fox's.
"I-um..."
Embarrassed, the woman pressed her forehead flush against my chest. I slowly stroked her back, easing her tension down bit by bit. Then I took the back of her head, tipped it up, and made her look me straight in the eye.
"Ah..."
She flushed and tried to look down again, so I caught her and tipped her back up. And then I leaned in, gently — a peck.
She flinched. Her body trembled for an instant, then settled. And then she began to move her lips against mine, slowly, matching me. A soft, yielding sensation. A pleasant scent of her skin. Moisture settled over my lips, and with a secret, suggestive motion, her tongue slipped into my mouth.
Alright. Physical contact: success.
Time to move on to the next stage. I placed my hand on the ass of the woman lost in the kiss. As you'd expect from a woman who'd given birth, it was generous and felt incredible in my grip. Every time I squeezed, my hand filled with flesh.
Yeah. That's it.
But a man can't be satisfied with just that. I slid my hand up, under her skirt, into her panties, and felt bare skin.
Fuck... a woman's skin. Once you've tasted this softness, nothing else in life is even remotely interesting.
"Haa. Mmh. Nngh... y-your hands are being really naughty."
"Does that mean you don't like it?"
"Of course not."
She didn't refuse. If anything, she was heating up, growing more assertive by the second. I lifted her skirt. Then I hooked her panties and pulled them down.
Mother Fox resisted.
"W-wait a second. Um... could we maybe do this tomorrow? Right now Ye-rim is..."
Sorry, but no. If I stop here, the operation fails.
She's a woman whose heart is pounding after meeting her savior for the first time in nine years. But she's also at an age where, having weathered the storms of life, it doesn't take long for reason to kick back in.
Which means... I have to get her into bed tonight no matter what, take her down, and brand the word love into her heart by force.
I looked at the woman in my arms. Looked at her with a gaze full of warmth and love. Then I leaned to her ear and whispered something sweet.
"No. I want to do it now."
"B-but... Ye-rim..."
I stopped her words with my mouth. She closed her eyes and began to savor the sensation on her lips. When I pulled back just slightly, her expression had gone vacant, as if she were dreaming.
I put my lips to her ear and delivered the finishing blow.
Her face flushed scarlet. The hand pressed against my chest fidgeted restlessly. Her pupils darted left and right. But she didn't look away from my eyes. She didn't push me away.
Instead she reached out, grabbed the back of my head, and crushed her lips against mine.
"Mmh. Nngh... I like it... I want to do it with you so badly too, Seo-hoo."
Good. With that, the conquest of Mother Fox was complete.
Now, shall we see some results?
The sound of a toilet flushing came from the bathroom, and we returned to our seats. I took the tissue she handed me and quickly wiped the lipstick off around my mouth.
And then Fox arrived.
When dinner was over and it was around midnight, the woman made her move. She planted both hands on her hips and started scolding Fox without mercy.
"Ye-rim. Time for bed, don't you think?"
"Ehh? It's only midnight?"
"Don't you have a nine a.m. class tomorrow?"
Fox's face crumpled. She plopped her head onto my lap where I was sitting and started whining.
"Aww, I finally got to see Mister! Can't I just skip one day?"
But that kind of talk never works on Korean mothers. A mother's icy gaze locked onto her daughter.
"Han Ye-rim?"
"Ugh... fine..."
Trudge, trudge. Shoulders slumped, Fox headed back to her room.
And the moment the door closed, Mother Fox came toward me. A wink — then she took my hand and led me.
"Shall we head in too, then?♥"
No need to tell me twice. I stood up, squeezing her ass firmly as I followed her to the bedroom. A flush on her face, a hint of excitement in her eyes.
Heh. You can look forward to it. I'll have you whimpering all night, begging for my cum.
Tonight, Mother Fox — don't mind if I eat.