37 + 27 smut with milf!lia
“he’s out like a light” your boyfriend’s brother laughs interrupting your conversation with mrs. choi “i think im gonna go to bed too” he sighs “don’t stay up too late, okay? both of you” the younger choi presses a kiss to each of your heads and leaves.
the woman in front of you only sighs as you take a sip of the red wine your boyfriend had poured for the two of you before knocking out. “we should skinny dip.” yet her words cause you to choke on the bitter liquid, your hands attempting to cover your mouth so nothing would spill out. “you okay dear?”
“how many times do i have to ask you y/n, please- call me lia” she chuckles, placing her glass of wine on the small table between the two of you, and walks to where you’re sat, taking the wine glass from your hands and lifting you up from the chair. you try to fully convince yourself it’s just skinny dipping. “come on, it’ll be fun”
“okay” malice flashes through her face in the way of a smile as she walks you to the edge of the pool, her hands peeling the blouse from her body. a black, lace bra adorning her chest. her trousers come off next, meanwhile you’re stuck on the image of her small, plump ass and how her matching underwear almost acts as a gift ribbon on it. inviting you, to touch, to kiss, to bite. you try to shake off the dirty thoughts, and continue to take off the garments of sleepwear covering your body, hoping she doesn’t notice your lack of underwear.
“it’s nice” you sigh when you dip your toes, trying your best to avoid her eyes on your body, contrary to you, she’s very sure and confident in her body. it has you sneaking a couple of peeks at it every now and then.
the whole “swim” is a dance between the two of you where she steps towards you and you step back, too nervous to be next to her. at some point one of you brings the wine glasses and wine bottle to the edge of the pool, and you become tipsy enough to allow yourself to get close to her, to let her push the wet hair from your shoulders and ‘accidentally’ graze the tip of her fingers against her skin.
“what’s on your mind?” she flashes you a soft smile, the two of you standing side by side staring at the water in front of you.
“you” with a smile, you turn to look at her, who was already looking at you.
“really?” she furrows her brows, turning to rest her forearms on the edge of the pool. “do tell”
“i liked you first, y’know”
“when i was julien’s friend” you nod, turning to face her with only one of your forearms on the edge of the pool. “i liked you before i liked him”
“why didn’t you say anything?” she chuckles, brows furrowed and mouth open mid smile.
“you were my best friends’ mom!!! plus, i could be your daughter, you cannot be attracted to me.”
“i am” she whispers, but doesn’t repeat herself when you ask again, having heard her the first time but wanting confirmation. “are you… are you dating my son because of me?”
“are you dating him as an excuse to see me?” she’s a bit closer now, still a decent space between the two of you, for naked bodies that is.
“i love julien” you begin, guilt soon taking over you. “i would love you more though”
“what does that mean?” she furrows her brows again.
“if i were with you. i mean” you turn back again so this time your head is resting against the border of the pool. “i love julien. but maybe i jumped into that relationship, maybe it is because of you” you shrug
you can feel the skin of her chest against your shoulder, and you turn to look at her. lia’s much closer than before, your breaths meet halfway and your eyes stare intensely into each other, basically screaming how much you want one another.
“my boyfriend would kill us.” you lick your lips, looking at her own.
“i’m his mother, no he won’t.” lia just shrugs “besides, not if he doesn’t find out” it’s wrong. it’s so wrong, you’re not just cheating, its his mom for fuck’s sake. but you can’t deny she’s been on your mind far too long for you to simply ignore. fuck this.
you grab her face with your hands and kiss her. it’s messy, more lip smashing than them dancing, teeth clashing and lia even bites your lip. it’s different than the ones your boyfriend provides, maybe it’s in the heat of the moment, but it’s hungry, playful, even. neither of you notice your feet taking you towards the steps of the pool, the ones you sit on and the water reaches your knees at most, until you’re sitting on them. she’s still standing, between your legs that she parts before pulling her lips from yours. lia puts up two fingers, her middle and ring finger, and watches you take them into your mouth, sucking on them and coating them in saliva as a last minute lubricant.
her fingers drag down your chest, and your torso, down your navel until the tips of them are grazing and teasing your entrance, taking sweet sighs and pleads of you with them. you nudge her jaw with your nose, looking for her lips. your hand rests on the back of her neck, and she pecks your lips once, twice before pulling away, eyes glued on your cunt when she carefully slips her fingers inside, smiling at the loud moan you let out. “shh, gotta be quiet pup, wouldn’t want your cute little boyfriend finding you like this, hm?”
it makes you moan just as if not louder, earning a chuckle from her as her lips slowly pump in and out of you. “or maybe you’d like it, wouldn’t you?”
“not a bad idea” you chuckle, eyes closing as you try to hold back a moan. she’s not laughing, she can feel herself getting possessive of you, the thought of you going back to your boyfriend right after irks her, she knows its wrong, but she just can’t avoid it. she wonders if he can make you feel like she does, if he makes you feel good or if you even fuck regularly. god, she feels like a perv, but then again, if he treated you well you wouldn’t have given in so easily, or maybe it is true that you liked her first, for a long time. “fuck, you’re so good” you whisper against her lips
“i know” lia chuckles confidently, pressing rough bites and kisses on your neck that she doesn’t think about in the moment, but right after, the thought of her son seeing them sends jolts of electricity to her cunt. “you sound so pretty pup, i wish we wouldn’t have to be so quiet”
you join your mouths again, and this time she feels your moans vibrate through her, her thumb grazing with your clit every couple of times and making your body jolt here and there. her other hand makes its way to your hair, bunching what she can of it and tugging your head back for a deeper kiss. your hands make their way to her waist, trying to pull her closer to you without interrupting her hand on your pussy. intentionally, her thumb goes back to your clit, rubbing circles quickly hoping it’s what you like, and the ragged moans you let out after make her think that it is.
“it feels so good…” you start, holding on to her for support
“aw, you’re gonna come angel? is that why you’re so clingy?” she pouts, kissing your lips repeatedly. “you’re so cute. fuck, you drive me insane” her admitting to the hold you have on her doesn’t go unheard, and it’s probably going to be brought up during your next tipsy conversation, but right now, all you can think about is her fingers inside you and her lips on your body as you let your orgasm coat her fingers.
