His mommy 🍒

by Scarletborahae

Summary:

Slutty stepmom tae enters the life of 20 year old stepson kook 🫦

Chapter 1: The Mansion, the Stepmom, and the Secret Looks

The Jeon mansion was the kind of house that whispered wealth. A sprawling estate on the hills, surrounded by manicured gardens and marble pillars. Inside, everything gleamed — crystal chandeliers, dark polished wood, white leather furniture, and the faint scent of expensive perfume. It was too perfect, too polished.

And walking through it like she owned the world, was Jeon Taehyung — or as everyone now called her, Madam Tae.

Thirty-five years old, and a walking fantasy.

She had skin like snow and curves that refused to hide. Big, perfect breasts that strained against every tight top, a round, jiggling ass that peeked out of her shorts, and lips that always looked a little too full and a little too wet. She wore tiny dresses, sheer robes, lace-trimmed camisoles, and shorts so small they disappeared when she bent over.

But only when her husband wasn’t looking.

Around Jeon Junhyun, her sixty-year-old, powerful husband, she played the part of the sweet, obedient young wife. Always soft-spoken, always graceful. She’d touch his hand and smile. Sit on his lap like a blushing doll. Call him “Yeobo” in her honey-dripping voice. But the moment he left the room — those eyes of hers changed.

And someone else noticed.

Jeon Jungkook, her stepson, twenty years old, tall, broad-shouldered, fresh out of college, with muscles built like a fighter and a jawline sharp enough to slice marble. His black hair often messy, his hands always clenched. He looked like he should dominate any room he walked into.

But not when she was around.

Not when Tae walked past him in the hallway with her breasts bouncing in a thin tank top and no bra. Not when she leaned forward during breakfast and her robe parted just enough to show the soft valley between her tits. Not when she bent over to get a wine bottle from the bottom shelf, and her lace thong practically winked at him.

No, around her, Jungkook became quiet. Nervous. Hot-faced.

That morning was no different.

The sun poured through the long windows of the breakfast room. Junhyun was already at the table, reading the newspaper, sipping black coffee. Jungkook sat two seats down, trying to scroll through his phone and ignore the fact that his stepmother was coming down the stairs.

And then—

“Morning, boys,” came that voice. Sweet, casual, syrupy.

Jungkook looked up—and almost choked.

Tae wore a white silk robe, barely tied at the waist, so short it showed the under-curve of her ass. Underneath, a red satin bra peeked through, and her thick thighs shimmered in the light. Her long hair was tousled from sleep, lips pink and slightly puffy, like she’d been kissing someone all night.

She gave her husband a sweet peck on the cheek. “Did you sleep well, yeobo?”

Junhyun smiled. “Of course, darling. You?”

“Mmhmm.” She stretched slowly — arms above her head, robe riding even higher — before turning to Jungkook with a smile. “Morning, Kook-ah.”

He nodded quickly, looking away. “M-Morning.”

“Still sleepy?” She walked past him, letting her hand trail along the back of his chair. Her fingers grazed his shoulder. “Or just shy?”

His neck turned red.

Tae giggled softly and grabbed a strawberry from the fruit tray, leaning over the table so far that her cleavage nearly fell out. She bit into the fruit and moaned a little — softly, innocently — then turned and walked away, hips swaying with each step.

Jungkook didn’t dare look at her ass. But he could feel it. Like gravity.

Once her husband left for work, Tae padded barefoot around the house, robe even looser now. She leaned over the balcony while talking on the phone, her bare legs exposed. She bent over to dust the low glass table, giving Jungkook a perfect view of her round backside.

He watched from the kitchen, swallowing hard.

She had to know what she was doing.

Then it happened.

Later that afternoon, Tae was in the home gym, pretending to do yoga. She was in an obscenely tight pair of baby pink shorts and a matching sports bra that looked two sizes too small. Her breasts were pushed together, her thighs spreading on the mat as she bent forward in a slow stretch.

Jungkook came downstairs to get a drink.

And froze.

Tae looked up and smiled. “Wanna join me, Kook?”

He blinked. “N-No, I’m— I was just getting water.”

“Aw,” she pouted. “You sure? I could really use a strong man to help me stretch…”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

She turned, on all fours now, arching her back — that big round ass practically in his face. “Or maybe spot me while I do bridges?”

Jungkook dropped his bottle.

Tae turned her head and bit her lip, pretending to be surprised. “Oh no… did I make you nervous again?”

He grabbed the bottle, mumbling something, and bolted upstairs.

Behind him, Tae giggled — low, satisfied, filthy.

Chapter 2: Lessons in Seduction

The evening sun painted the Jeon mansion in gold as the family gathered in the vast living room. The chandeliers glowed, the marble floors sparkled, and the laughter of wealth and comfort filled the air.

Junhyun sat in his armchair, sipping whiskey, while Tae curled herself gracefully on the velvet sofa beside him. Her legs were crossed, her silk dress riding dangerously high on her thighs. Across from them sat Jungkook, pretending to focus on his phone but stealing glances at his stepmother every few seconds.

Junhyun cleared his throat, voice warm but firm.

“Kook-ah… you’re twenty now. A man. Isn’t it time you start dating girls seriously? You can’t stay locked up in that gym forever.”

Jungkook’s ears turned pink. “I-I’m not… I mean, I will… eventually.”

Tae gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with her dainty fingers. “Omo, our little Kook is shy around girls?”

Her husband chuckled. “That’s what I’m saying. He’s tall, handsome, and strong, but he freezes up the moment a woman looks at him. What a waste!”

Tae leaned toward Jungkook, her perfume flooding his senses. “Don’t worry, yeobo,” she said to her husband with a sly smile. “I’ll help him. I’ll teach him how to seduce a girl properly.”

Junhyun laughed, slapping his knee. “Good idea! Who better than you, darling? You had me wrapped around your finger the moment I met you.”

All three laughed together, but Jungkook’s laugh was thin, nervous. His eyes dropped to his lap, hiding the way his throat tightened at the thought.

Later that night, the mansion was quiet. Junhyun had gone to his study for late business calls. Jungkook was lounging on the sofa, half-watching the muted TV, when Tae glided into the room.

She was in another of her revealing silk nightgowns — pale lavender, thin straps, lace trimming that barely held her breasts in place. The slit along her thigh opened with every step.

She plopped down beside him, tucking her legs under her body, facing him with a playful smile.

“So, Kook-ah… shall we start your lesson?”

He swallowed. “L-Lesson?”

“Mmhm.” She leaned closer, her robe slipping from one shoulder. “On how to seduce a woman.”

He froze, eyes wide. “Y-You were serious?”

“Of course I was.” She giggled, twirling a lock of her hair. “You don’t want to be single forever, do you? Poor baby. Girls won’t know how to handle you unless you… handle them first.”

He coughed, shifting uncomfortably. “I… I don’t really know what to say to them.”

“Then listen carefully.” She tapped his knee, her nails grazing his skin. “Rule number one: don’t stare at your phone. Look at her. Hold her eyes. Make her feel like she’s the only girl in the world.”

She demonstrated, tilting her head and locking her gaze onto him. Her eyes were dark, mischievous, unblinking. Jungkook squirmed, his chest tightening.

“See? You’re already nervous,” she teased.

“I’m not—”

“Shh. Don’t deny it.” Her voice dropped low, sultry. “Rule number two: compliment her. But not just her face. Say something that makes her body feel… seen.”

He stammered, “Like… um… ‘you have… nice hair’?”

She burst out laughing, leaning forward until her breasts nearly brushed his arm. “Aigoo, you’re hopeless. Try again.”

Jungkook’s throat went dry. He whispered, barely audible, “Your… your lips are pretty.”

Tae smirked, licking her lips slowly. “Better. See? You made me blush.”

He groaned softly, pressing a fist against his knee.

“And finally…” She leaned so close now he could feel the warmth of her breath. “…don’t be afraid to touch. Lightly. Just enough to make her wonder what else you’ll do.”

She placed her hand over his, squeezing gently, her thumb stroking his skin. His entire body stiffened.

“T-Tae…” he breathed.

She tilted her head, innocent smile plastered on her sinful face. “What’s wrong, Kook-ah? This is just practice. So when you meet a real girl, you’ll know exactly what to do.”

Her hand slid off his, brushing down his thigh as she stood up. She stretched, her nightgown parting even wider. “Lesson one complete. You’re such a fast learner.”

And with a wink, she padded upstairs, leaving him hard, sweating, and trembling on the sofa.

Chapter 3: The Lesson of Touch 💋

For days, the mansion had become Jungkook’s private hell.

Every night, Taehyung found a way to continue their “lessons.” Sometimes it was a whisper at dinner — teaching him how to compliment a girl’s dress. Sometimes it was late in the library, showing him how to hold a woman’s hand without trembling. Sometimes it was in the garden at dusk, where she practiced walking close enough that her perfume, her curves, her heat clung to him like a spell.

And every time, Jungkook went to bed with a racing heart and a body aching for release.

But that night was different.

The house was quiet. Junhyun had gone away on a business trip, leaving the mansion to just them. Jungkook was in his room, pretending to study, when there was a soft knock.

“Kookie,” came her honey voice.

He opened the door, and there she was — Taehyung in a silk slip the color of champagne, thin straps slipping down her shoulders, lace barely covering her breasts. The fabric clung to every curve of her hips, her thighs glowing in the hallway light.

“Your next lesson,” she whispered, stepping inside without waiting.

He shut the door quickly, his chest pounding. “T-Tae… maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Shhh.” She placed a finger on his lips, smiling wickedly. “Do you want to stay a virgin forever? Do you want to embarrass yourself when a girl finally lets you touch her?”

“I’m not— I mean—”

Her finger trailed from his lips down to his chest. “Tonight, I’ll show you how to touch a woman.”

Jungkook froze, his tall body trembling.

She guided him to the edge of the bed and sat beside him, her robe falling open just enough for him to see the swell of her breasts. Her voice was soft, instructive, like she really was a teacher.

“Rule number one,” she murmured, taking his hand. “Never rush. Women want to feel… wanted. Tease them.”

She placed his palm lightly on her bare thigh, slowly dragging it upward until his fingertips brushed the lace of her slip. Jungkook’s breath hitched.

“Slow strokes… up, and down. Don’t grab like an animal. Caress, like you’re memorizing her skin.”

He followed her lead, his large hand sliding shakily over her thigh. She sighed softly, closing her eyes.

“Good boy. Already better.”

His throat worked. “T-Tae…”

“Rule number two,” she continued, ignoring his panic. “Learn her sensitive spots. Behind the neck… the inside of her thighs… the curve of her waist…”

She took his hand again, guiding it to her side, making him trace the dip of her waist, the soft line under her breasts. She let out a small moan, low and breathy, on purpose.

Jungkook almost yanked his hand away, but she held it firm. “No. Don’t stop when she moans. That means she likes it. That means you’re doing it right.”

He swallowed hard, sweat forming at his temples.

“And rule number three,” she whispered, leaning close, her lips brushing his ear. “You must learn how to make her beg.”

She placed his other hand on her chest, over her satin-covered breast. His fingers flexed, trembling against her.

“Touch me,” she breathed. “Gentle first… then a little firmer. Play with the pressure.”

He obeyed, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the fabric. She gasped, her head falling back, a moan slipping from her throat.

Jungkook’s eyes went wide. “I… I made you—”

“Yes,” she panted, arching into his touch. “That’s how you make a woman moan. Do it again.”

He did, and her lips parted in another sinful sound.

Her hand slid down, wrapping around his wrist, pressing his palm harder against her. “See? You’re learning so fast, Kookie. Imagine what else I can teach you…”

She shifted closer, her lips dangerously near his, her breath hot and sweet.

“Lesson four…” she whispered. “How to kiss a woman until she can’t breathe.”

And before he could react, her mouth pressed against his — hot, wet, demanding — as his whole world shattered into fire.

Chapter 4: The Torture of Night 🔥

And then he saw it.

Through the crack of the door, in the moonlit room, his father was behind Tae — fucking her hard into the bed.

Tae was on all fours, her silk nightgown bunched around her waist, her round ass bouncing with every brutal thrust. Her huge breasts swung freely beneath her, slapping together as she clawed at the sheets. Her hair was a wild mess, her plump lips open as loud, shameless cries poured out of her throat.

“Ahhh—Junhyun! H-harder!” she moaned, her voice breaking with each slam of his hips.

Jungkook’s breath caught. His entire body went numb.

She was… perfect. Her pale skin glowing with sweat, her tits jiggling violently, her ass rippling under the force. Her husband’s cock disappeared inside her again and again, and each time her body shuddered with pleasure.

He should have looked away. He should have run. But he couldn’t.

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Chapter 5: The Taste of Sin 👅💦

“Look at her,” Tae whispered, spreading herself with her fingers. “She’s wet just for you. Don’t be shy. Touch her. Smell her. Taste her.”

He swallowed hard, leaning down hesitantly.

“Start slow,” she instructed, her voice low and husky. “Kiss her like you kissed me. Soft, gentle, teasing.”

He brushed his lips against her folds, shaky, uncertain.

“Mmhh—yes, good boy,” she moaned, arching her back. “Now lick… just a little. Mmh, don’t rush.”

His tongue darted out, tasting her wetness. The salty-sweet flavor hit him like lightning.

“Ahhh—yes, like that,” Tae gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. “Flatten your tongue… yesss… now slide it up… up…”

He followed her command, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit.

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Chapter 6: The Lesson of Her Hands 👆🏼🖕🏼💦

His hands shook as he slid closer, hovering above her, unsure. She guided his hand, pressing his fingers against the damp lace covering her. “Feel that? That’s how wet I get for you. Now slip a finger inside… slow.”

When he obeyed, she gasped, arching her back. “Mmm—yes… just like that. Curve it up… ahhh, that’s the spot. Good boy.”

Her words made his chest burn with lust, his cock straining painfully against his pants as he moved his fingers the way she showed him, curling, stroking, pressing harder when her hips jerked.

“That’s it, baby. Faster. Harder. Don’t be afraid to make me messy.” Her moans filled his room, shameless, echoing against the walls as she gripped the sheets.

 

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Chapter 7: The first time 🍆🍑

“Kook…?” her voice was a husky whisper.

But before she could sit up, his mouth crashed down on hers.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, desperate, almost feral. His tongue forced its way past her plump lips, tasting her, claiming her. His hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing them hard, making her gasp against his mouth.

“Kook—ahh—you shouldn’t…” she tried to protest, but her voice broke into a moan as he pinched her nipple.

“I can’t stop,” he growled into her mouth. “I need you, Tae. Right now. I’ve been dying for you.”

Her legs parted on instinct as his big frame pressed between them, his hard length rubbing against her bare heat. She whimpered, arching into him, betraying the innocence she always tried to show.

“Kook… if your father—”

“Fuck my father,” Jungkook hissed, biting her lower lip. “You’re mine tonight.”

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Chapter 8: Feral 🥵🔥💦

But before she could even stretch, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Jungkook’s hard chest pressed against her back, his cock already stiff, grinding against her ass.

“Tae…” his voice was husky, still heavy with sleep but dripping with hunger. “You’re still wet for me.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid down between her thighs, finding her slick entrance. She gasped, her legs twitching at the sudden invasion of his thick fingers.

“Kook… it’s morning…” she whispered weakly, even as her body betrayed her, pushing back into his touch.

“Exactly,” he smirked against her ear, biting it. “Morning, afternoon, night—I don’t care. You’re mine every second of the day.”

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Chapter 9: Under the table 🤤😉

The long dining table of the Jeon mansion gleamed with polished silverware and candlelight. Mr. Jeon had just returned home from his business trip, sitting at the head of the table, smiling proudly at his young wife Taehyung and his son Jungkook. To him, it was nothing more than a wholesome family dinner.

But under the table, the reality was so much filthier.

Taehyung sat poised, dressed in a silky low-cut dress that framed her breasts perfectly, her lips glossed and plump as she smiled innocently at her husband. But her heart was racing because right next to her, Jungkook sat with a dangerous hunger in his eyes.

While Mr. Jeon poured wine into his glass and spoke about his trip, Jungkook’s large hand slid beneath the tablecloth. Slowly, boldly, he pressed it against Taehyung’s bare thigh.

She stiffened, her fork pausing midair.

“Kook…” she whispered under her breath, eyes darting toward him, but she couldn’t move—not without drawing attention.

Jungkook smirked, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Shh, tae… eat your food and stay pretty. Let me take care of you.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid higher, tugging her dress up to expose the thin lace of her panties. He hooked one finger beneath the fabric, brushing against her wetness.

Taehyung bit her lip, forcing a smile when her husband looked at her.

“You alright, Tae?” he asked warmly.

“Yes, darling…” she managed, her voice trembling as Jungkook’s fingers began stroking her clit under the table. “…I-I’m fine.”

Her knees trembled, her hand clenching around the fork. Jungkook leaned closer, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he whispered,

“Be a good girl and come for me right here, while he’s sitting across from us. Don’t make a sound.”

Her husband chuckled at something in his glass of wine, completely oblivious, while Taehyung’s chest heaved. Jungkook’s fingers plunged inside her, curling in just the right spot.

The fork clattered from her hand, and she quickly covered it up with a soft laugh.

“Oh! Silly me…” she giggled, but her face flushed, her body trembling under the table.

Jungkook’s filthy whisper burned against her skin.

“That’s it, Tae… squeeze my fingers. Come on my hand. Show me how much of a slut you are for me.”

Her entire body convulsed. She gripped the edge of the table, her toes curling in her heels as she silently came—waves of pleasure washing over her while her husband kept chewing calmly, unaware of the sinful act happening right in front of him.

When Jungkook finally pulled his slick fingers out, he brought them to his lips, licking them clean while watching her struggle to keep her composure.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened, her heart pounding. She knew this was dangerous, reckless—but god, it thrilled her.

Chapter 10: Right beside him 🍑💦

“Kookie…” she whispered in panic, glancing at her sleeping husband beside her. “What the hell are you doing—”

But Jungkook was already at her side of the bed, lowering himself until his lips brushed her ear.

“Couldn’t sleep, tae,” he murmured, his hand sliding up the sheet to caress her hip. “Been thinking about that pretty pussy since dinner. I want it again.”

Her pulse raced. “My husband is right here,” she hissed, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook chuckled low in his throat.

“Exactly. Makes it hotter, doesn’t it?”

Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers—deep, hungry, tongue sliding against hers as his hand slipped under her nightdress, finding her bare heat instantly. She gasped into his kiss, her hand clutching his shirt as he circled her clit with slow, teasing strokes.

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Chapter 11: His room , his rules 🌶️🔥💦

“You think I slept last night?” Jungkook growled, his voice raw. “All I could taste was your pussy on my tongue. All I could feel were my fingers buried inside you.”

Tae gasped as his other hand slid under her slip, yanking it up over her breasts until her nipples were bare and hard. He sucked one into his mouth, groaning like an animal.

Her back arched. “Ahh—Kook, slow down—”

“No,” he snarled, dragging his mouth down her stomach. “Not today. You’re mine. Every inch.”

He knelt between her thighs, spreading them wider, and dove into her like a starving man. His tongue was ruthless, tracing every fold, dipping inside her, circling her clit until she was thrashing against the sheets.

“F-fuck—Jungkook—don’t stop—” she cried, fingers gripping his hair.

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Chapter 12: The threesome and his nightmare 🍆🍆🍑💦🤤

Tae was on her knees on the bed, naked, her big breasts bouncing, her ass arched high as her husband pounded her from behind. But that wasn’t the worst part. In front of her stood another man—Junhyun’s age, broad-shouldered, cock in Tae’s mouth while she moaned around it like the perfect slut.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” her husband groaned, gripping her ass and slamming harder into her.

“Mmhmphh—y-yes, fuck me—both of you!” Tae gasped around the other man’s cock, drool dripping from her lips as she pulled back to suck him deeper. “Use me… ruin me—ahhh, harder, Daddy!”

Her shameless words stabbed Jungkook’s chest and made his cock twitch painfully against his sweats.

The man in front of her laughed, grabbing her hair. “Your wife’s got the filthiest mouth I’ve ever felt. Fuck, she’s swallowing me like she was born for it.”

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Chapter 13: His slut only 🍒🍑

The moment the front door slammed shut and her husband’s car rolled down the driveway, Jungkook’s patience snapped. His chest was tight with rage, his cock already aching just remembering the filthy things she had moaned last night when she was taking two cocks. Even if it had been only in his mind, he couldn’t shake it. She was his. His slut. Not theirs.

Without knocking, he shoved open her bedroom door.

Tae was sitting at her vanity in nothing but a thin silk robe, brushing her hair. She turned lazily toward him, lips parting to smile, but before she could say a word, Jungkook stalked across the room, his hand shooting out to grip her throat.

“Don’t fucking smile at me like that,” he growled, eyes dark and jaw clenched tight. “You think I didn’t see you? Spreading those big slutty legs for other men like you’re nothing but a fucking toy?”

Her breath hitched, but her thighs pressed together. “Kook—” she whispered, voice raspy under his grip.

“No. Shut up,” he snarled, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. “You’re my slut. Mine. The only cock you should be moaning for is mine. You understand?”

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Chapter 14: Baby inside you 🍼😉

“Fuck—” he growled against her lips. “You’re carrying my baby? My little slut is knocked up with my cum?”

“Yes—ahh—” she moaned as his hands slid under her dress, yanking it up to her waist. “It’s your baby, Kook—I know it’s yours—”

He shoved her panties aside and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, making her cry out. His hips snapped hard, his cock pounding deep, deeper, like he was trying to fuck his claim into her womb.

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, biting at her neck, his pace feral. “Getting bred like a whore, walking around with my cum making you round. Everyone’s gonna look at you and think it’s his—” his lips curled into a cruel smirk— “but you and I know the truth. You’re carrying my baby, slut. My baby.”

Her back arched as his cock hammered into her, his words burning through her veins hotter than his thrusts. “Ahhh—yes—it’s yours, Kook—only yours—fuck me harder—fill me again—”

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Chapter 15: His pregnant slut 🤰🔥

“Fuck—look at you,” he growled, his large hands sliding under her shirt to grab her swollen tits, squeezing them until she moaned. “My perfect little breeding cow. These tits—fuck—they’re huge. All full because of my baby in you.”

“Kook—ahh—” she gasped, arching into his touch.

He yanked her top over her head, eyes dark as he stared at her breasts spilling out of her bra. Without a word, he shoved the bra down and latched his mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard like a starved man.

“Ohhh—Kook—” she whimpered, fingers in his hair.

He pulled off with a filthy smirk, licking his lips. “So sweet. They’re mine. All this milk, this body—it’s mine. Not his. He thinks you’re carrying his baby, doesn’t he?”

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Notes:

The story is completed and full chapters available at https://scarletborahae.stck.me/story/1194619/His-mommy