Mommy and Baby

Two

As described by a Chinese proverb, there was no even a silk thread on the body of Choi Hun-ae, as well as Choi So-dong, on whom the former was lying down. Howbeit neither of them felt cold. Besides the air temperature that was not low, another important cause was the s****l excitement due to which their body temperatures became much higher.

Choi Hun-ae used her own fingers to stroke Choi So-dong’s body, similar with stroking the most precious artwork all over the world; concurrently, Choi So-dong stiffened every muscle of herself, seeming to be afraid but actually desiring. Having stroked enough, Choi Hun-ae started to kiss everywhere of Choi So-dong’s skin, which was as hot as a pot of water being continuously burned. At the end of this action, Choi Hun-ae used her own right hand to reach Choi So-dong’s private parts to rub the latter’s c******s; in reply, the latter did so to the former. Although this behavior was a bit painful, both of them did not stop until they reached the orgasm, which caused them to be almost fainted.

After she and Choi So-dong kissed each other, Choi Hun-ae, although unwilling, got herself off the latter’s body. A moment later, however, Choi So-dong begged: “One more time, mommy.”

Desiring these words, Choi Hun-ae enjoyed herself with Choi So-dong again. While their s****l behavior started in the afternoon, when they genuinely stopped, it was evening; however, they did not have supper yet. Already exhausted, Choi Hun-ae did not want to prepare a meal but advised: “Let’s order a takeaway, baby.”

Choi So-dong agreed; therefore, Choi Hun-ae phoned a restaurant to order a takeaway for themselves. After this, taking on her own clothes, she told her lover: “Oh dear, we were both too crazy then. Especially, I felt myself dying.”

Although Choi Hun-ae spoke so with a smile, Choi So-dong felt nervous and therefore asked in a hurry: “Did you feel your heart uneasy, mommy?”

“Nothing serious,” Choi Hun-ae comforted her. “Despite my illness, because of the successful operation, my heart isn’t so weak. In fact, even if I would die, dying on your body would be a pleasure.”

“How sick you are!” Choi So-dong pretended to be angry. Looking at her facial expression that seemed to be so s****l, Choi Hun-ae desired to repeat the behavior one more time; however, as she was aching all over due to her being exhausted, she had to give up, although it seriously disappointed her.

When a male clerk brought the ordered takeaway to this apartment, both Choi Hun-ae and Choi So-dong already dressed them carefully; as a result, he did not notice any detail unusual. Sitting at a table to have her meal, however, Choi So-dong immediately noticed a problem which she told Choi Hun-ae: “Mommy, it’s not salt enough.”

“Really?” Choi Hun-ae, who was sitting opposite to her but did not start to have her meal yet, also tasted the takeaway; as a result, she found what Choi So-dong said was true. She thought of an ancient Chinese proverb that meant: “As tasteless as a lump of wax.” Although this takeaway was not so awful, being lack of enough salt did caused it to be boring.

“Maybe the chef was too busy to remember to add enough salt,” Choi Hun-ae said. Having enjoyed herself during a long time, was still happy and therefore unwilling to blame or even make a complaint; Instead, she merely stood up, walked into the kitchen from which she took out a small salt box and added some salt into the meal. After tasting it again, she found it more delicious. Certainly, as this was only her personal feeling, she asked Choi So-dong to also taste the meal to ensure whether the salt had been enough.

As demanded, Choi So-dong did so; right after this, she praised: “Great, mommy, it tastes so goo now. In my opinion, if you don’t dream to be a diplomat, you can work as an excellent chef.”

“OK, if I were a chef,” joked Choi Hun-ae. “I would ask you to be my assistant.” Before Choi So-dong could reply, however, she corrected her own statement: “No, you shouldn’t be my assistant. According to a Chinese proverb, a beauty is similar with a delicious meal. You’re my delicious meal.”

Choi So-dong was certainly glad to hear Choi Hun-ae saying that she was a beauty; however, the Chinese analogy caused her to be puzzled and therefore consult: “Why dose Chinese people guess a beauty is the same as a meal, mommy? They’re different.”

“Because both a beauty and a delicious meal can let persons feel happy,” explained Choi Hun-ae. “For example, I’m the happiest because of you.”

Choi So-dong laughed, so did her lover. However, after thinking of her own father, Choi Hun-ae felt guilty.

Familiar with Chinese customs, Choi Hun-ae knew that Chinese males were always demanded to provide large fortunes to females that they would marry. Contrarily, when South Korean girls were marrying, their parents would give wealth to their husbands—namely the parents’ sons-in-law. Moreover, different from Chinese people’s giving material objects, such as household electric appliances and furniture, South Koreans preferred to give money. Choi Seong-hyang was not an exception. Having three daughters, he already deposited a large amount of money for their marriages in the future.

This was not the only evidence that could prove Choi Seong-hyang’s loving Choi Hun-ae, who never forgot: after the operation to save her life succeeded, Choi Seong-hyang was too excited to keep calm. Similar with a little boy, he burst into loud sobbing that was impossible to happen, if he did not care about her.

However, Choi Seong-hyang did not know that his eldest daughter was a lesbian, as she did not dare to tell this truth to him. This was why Choi Hun-ae felt guilty, as if she were maliciously cheating her father, although she never meant to do so; accordingly, her facial expression became stiffened.

As soon as she saw this detail, Choi So-dong asked in a hurry: “What’s wrong with you, mommy? Aren’t you feeling well?”

“I thought of our dilemma,” Choi Hun-ae answered bluntly. “Even my dad didn’t know the relationship between you and me, because I didn’t dare to tell him, as well as anyone else.”

Because of these words, Choi So-dong’s facial expression also became stiffened. Having been silent for a short while, she said: “Of course we’re different from common lovers—I mean, a boy and a girl. Although it has been 2019 this year, many persons discriminate against us. But you will never abandon me, won’t you?”

“Certainly I will never!” Choi Hun-ae promised. “As we have given everything to each other, I will never abandon you. At the same time, I don’t demand you anything, expect not abandoning me.”

After she spoke so, to prove her own sincerity, Choi Hun-ae stood up again to kiss Choi So-dong, who kissed her in reply. Before long, while they remained kissing each other, Choi Hun-ae’s mobile phone suddenly rang, forcing her to stop to have a look at its screen. As a result, she saw it was Choi Yoo-pyeong that was phoning her.

Choi Yoo-pyeong’s grandfather was the elder brother of Choi Seong-hyang’s grandfather; accordingly, Choi Yoo-pyeong, who was born in 1964 and therefore ten years older than Choi Seong-hyang, was the latter’s cousin. Since 2006, when his father Choi Jung-hyeon passed away, he worked as the chairman of Wanggyeong Group, one of the most influential business groups in South Korea and even the whole Asia.

“Hello, uncle,” answering the phone, Choi Hun-ae greeted Choi Yoo-pyeong, who replied: “Hello, Hun-ae, are you in Seoul now?”

“Yes, I already returned,” answered Choi Hun-ae. “And the new semester will begin three days later.”

“If you’re in leisure next evening,” advised Choi Yoo-pyeong. “Come to my home in Mapo District to have supper with me. As your uncle, I didn’t see you for a long time.”

“No problem, uncle,” Choi Hun-ae accepted this invitation and then added. “And a cousin in our clan and from Daegu is visiting me now. If allowed, I want to lead her to visit you.”

Hearing Choi Hun-ae calling her as “cousin” when introducing her to Choi Yoo-pyeong, Choi So-dong was unavoidably sick at heart; however, her reasons told her: this was the best method to introduce her. After all, Choi Hun-ae was impossible to called her as “my girlfriend”.

“As she’s also a member of our clan, I’ll be glad to meet her,” Choi Yoo-pyeong told Choi Hun-ae, after the latter briefly introduced the situation of Choi So-dong to him. Happy to hear that, Choi Hun-ae told these words to Choi So-dong, who said: “I’d like to meet this uncle, mommy. What’s more, to be polite, I should take a gift, although he’s so rich that he doesn’t need it, in fact.”

“Exactly,” Choi Hun-ae agreed with her. “Let me help you choosing a suitable gift.”