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Eating with my friend’s mom: Chapter 15

〈 Episode 15 〉 My Secret Partner (6)

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Her face was getting closer and closer. I too followed her and closed my eyes tightly. My mind had already come to a complete stop. All I wanted was for this moment not to cease.

The warmth radiating from her felt ever closer. Slowly… very slowly… so that she wouldn’t be surprised, I gradually tilted my face towards hers.

Then, I felt something soft against my lips. Finally, my lips overlapped with her red lips. Is this what it means when they say bells ring in your head? I was overwhelmed by the first kiss I was experiencing.

But what should I do now?

My hand that had been exploring the inside of her thigh was still caught by hers. I could feel her grip tightening around my hand. It seemed she was trying to calm my trembling body.

With our lips still connected, I could feel the sensation of touch. Now, it was time to move to the next step, a kiss… Both of her eyes and lips were tightly sealed. I had to gather my courage. To part her lips, I slightly extended my tongue and touched her lips.


A small moan escaped her mouth.


I pressed my tongue against her soft lips. Then, her lips that tasted like cherries began to part slightly.

Slowly, very slowly, her lips were parting. Gradually my tongue slid inside her lips. The strength in her arm, which was gripping my hand, increased and her trembling was conveyed through my arm.


As my tongue penetrated deeper into her lips, she let out a small moan. At that moment, my tongue touched something soft. It was her tongue. Her tongue felt like a thick jelly.

Her mouth emitted a sweet scent. Who would have imagined her lips would taste this sweet when kissed for the first time.

By now, my thing was angrily jutting through the front of my pants. I removed my arm that she was holding and embraced her head. My tongue entered her mouth more eagerly.

My tongue began to swirl inside her open mouth. Her soft tongue did not move. As if that alone was unacceptable, my tongue roamed around her mouth.

The tip of my tongue was melting inside her mouth. I wanted to savor each of her teeth slowly, trying to etch them on the tip of my tongue. Her soft lips and the interior of her mouth were stimulating my brain through my tongue.


A moan escaped from both our mouths simultaneously. Just the kiss with her was already making me overwhelmingly excited.

If someone were to ask me someday to recount my first kiss, would anyone believe this tale? In my mind, an image of us living as a family had already formed. I had decided to truly become friends with her and we had taken the first step.

About 30 seconds passed as I explored her mouth.

“Sigh… Sigh…”

Her rough breathing was gradually calming down. She was slowly breathing out and fully embracing my kiss.

After swirling inside her mouth sufficiently, I bravely started to rub my tongue up and down her tongue. Her tongue, which had accepted my kiss with parted red lips, seemed to flinch in surprise.


A surprised moan came from her mouth, but I paid no mind. My tongue began to more softly, yet surely, envelop her soft tongue.

As my tongue traced her soft tongue slowly, she couldn’t seem to bear it anymore and her tongue began to move very slowly. Then, our tongues started to overlap, moving clockwise.

Slowly… very slowly…

Saliva pooled in our mouths and slowly flowed into hers. I thought her saliva must be traveling along my tongue into my mouth too. The thought of her bodily fluid entering my mouth made it even more titillating.


I wanted to swirl my tongue more fervently. To prevent her from escaping, my left hand caressed her hair, holding her in place.

As I quickened the pace of my tongue movements, she tried to lean her head back slightly. But because my hand was holding the back of her head, she couldn’t distance herself from me.

It was such a hard-won opportunity, we had waited so long to get to this point.

From the first time I saw her, I imagined this moment. When we visited the valley and I got excited seeing her breasts for the first time, when she cleaned my room and her butt crack showed, I had been thinking about her even before that.

Isn’t this what friendship and love are?

I wanted to ask her. I wished she would be more curious about my body.

I slowly softened the power in my tongue. I was curious to see how she would react when the pressure from my tongue was released. Would she stop, or would it continue of her own accord?


A deep moan escaped my mouth. The front of my underwear was already wet and sticky with pre-cum.

When I stopped my tongue’s movement, she momentarily hesitated. She seemed to be contemplating what to do in this situation. I even thought she might stop. I needed to give her more assurance.

I released the hand cradling her head and slowly moved it down her face. By now, her cheeks were burning hot. The warmth between us must have been transmitted to her exactly.


A moan naturally escaped my mouth. I could feel the smoothness of her skin traveling from my fingertips straight down.

Stroking her face, I slowly descended along her neckline.

I felt the trembling of her skin, the fine hairs on her skin under my fingertips as if transferred directly. All my senses were focused on the tips of my fingers touching her.


As my hand descended along her neckline, a sound, likely a mixture of a coo and a moan, escaped from her.

Is she starting to see me as more than a friend’s son? It no longer mattered. She and I were becoming true friends. We were in the process. I hoped she wouldn’t be afraid, that my feelings would be transmitted to her.

My hand descended along her neckline to her budding breasts. I could feel the sensation of her bra strap under my fingertips, making me think I could unclasp her bra right now.

Slowly, I raised my hand over her chest. By now, her nipple hidden inside her bra must also be touching my hand. My hand squeezed her breast that was rising through her white t-shirt.


Unlike when I touched the bra strap behind her back, there was no significant movement now. She might not mind me touching her breasts through her clothes.

The tender breast squeezed by my hand fit snugly into one hand. Through the thin t-shirt, I could feel her bra and the appropriately swollen breast. My hand was quite large, yet her chest didn’t fit into one hand, hinting that her size was bigger than I thought.


I wanted to continue feeling the texture of the squeezed breast. My left hand started to knead her breast.

Squelch- Squelch-

My hand was tormenting her breast. Her breast, which seemed about to burst with even a light squeeze, felt like this. This was not enough.

As she stayed still, I felt an unwarranted confidence. Perhaps she wanted it too. I slowly removed my hand from her breasts and moved it to her belly button.

My hand slowly infiltrated her thin t-shirt. This time, I could feel her squirm. My hand, now inside her t-shirt, quickly rushed towards her breast.


Soon, I grabbed her breast directly. I could feel her soft skin under my palm. The tender flesh protruding from her bra touched my palm snugly.


A moan escaped from her mouth. Her breasts, which I had only peeked at and imagined, were now cupped in my hand. I grabbed her breast tightly.


So soft, how can something feel this good. My hand felt every single sensation of her breast as if it was touching a precious, newly discovered object. I squeezed and released her breast as though handling a precious object.


A moan escaped her mouth. It was clear. She was definitely feeling my touch.

I couldn’t stop. The bra, the only thing encasing her breast, had to come off.

Huh? But how do you unclasp this?

I never expected that I would have to unclasp a bra in my life. Why don’t they teach this at school?

Though I resented the standardized education system of our country, I couldn’t give up. My hand was busy fumbling around her bra, trying to get it off somehow.

“Wa… Wait a second…”

Ah… No! Her mouth gave the signal to stop. How did we get this far? I wanted to grab her breast once more. To remember the soft touch and to release my thick semen for her.


A regretful sigh escaped my mouth. It seemed like it was time to release her breast from my hand.


“I’ll… I’ll do it.”

Her hand moved behind her back and slipped inside her shirt.

– Click

A sound of something unclasping came from behind her back.

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Eating with my friend’s mom

Eating with my friend’s mom

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Can I become friends with my friend's mother?



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