Mom, Tonight's Jerk-Off Side Dish (1)
After finishing dinner across from Jeong Hyang and spending a few hours soaking in this world, I reached one inescapable conclusion.
'I want to go back.'
Transmigration be damned—I just wanted to go home. I was feeling it in my bones now: the perks of modern civilization were monumental for someone like me. From bathing to everything else, nothing here pleased me even a little. Once the sun dipped below the horizon, this world offered truly nothing to do. Boredom crashed over me like a tidal wave, and with a brain pickled in dopamine, I had zero confidence I could endure it without losing my mind.
'At least there's one thing to feast my eyes on...'
I glanced at Jeong Hyang—my mother—sitting beside me, sewing away. We couldn't even afford to burn a single candle freely, so she was working by moonlight alone. Her fairy-like grace in the dim glow was mesmerizing. Watching her long, slender fingers ply the needle, oblivious that the beast wearing her son's skin was right there beside her, filled me with nothing but lecherous thoughts. 'I wish she'd grip my cock instead.'
'They say in the countryside, sex is the only entertainment.'
No internet, and with the sun down, there was zilch else to enjoy in a situation like this. Staring up at the stars packed so densely it felt like a sea of them, or the radiant silver moon—it was all starting to bore me to insanity.
'After a full day of manual labor, I'm barely tired, and my night vision is insanely sharp. Guess that confirms I'm in a different body.'
During my wash-up earlier, I'd snuck a peek at the equipment between my legs: a solid, thick cock worthy of the character. It made me wonder if the author of Chujeongjeon had crafted Jeong Yun with an incest route in mind.
Time slipped away unnoticed as I spaced out, until Mother called to me.
"Jeong Yun, it's late. Time to sleep."
"Yes."
Maybe if I sleep, I'll wake up in my room back home. I hurriedly prepared for bed. But then a question popped into my head.
'Where exactly do I sleep?'
This dirt-poor house had just a kitchen and one room. As I stood there blankly, Mother casually laid out two quilts side by side, as if it were routine.
"What are you doing? Come get ready for bed."
"……"
Two quilts laid out parallel, separated only nominally—they were practically one big bed. Mother didn't notice my fluster as she moved to the corner and began changing clothes.
I jolted! A scream nearly escaped, but I swallowed it down. My body twitched anyway, though she didn't notice, her back turned to my panicked freeze.
Her fine outer jacket for outings hit the floor with a soft thud, revealing pristine white undergarments. To put it poetically—or bluntly, her underwear.
"Gulp..."
I swallowed hard without thinking. Her ripe, mature body swayed before me, maddening. The sheer white fabric let her pearl-pale skin glow through translucently, teasing me like a siren. It barely covered her vital spots, practically daring me: Still not going to pounce?
Even from behind, her sideboob and underboob rippled with every movement, waves crashing. Her waist, padded just right with love handles, begged to be grabbed. Wide hips perfect for rear-entry pounding and plump, moon-like buttocks were on full display. I wanted to yank that strip of fabric aside, parting the secret valley between her ass crack and crotch, and peek at the hidden treasure. I was going mad with the urge.
Swish.
"Ah..."
A masterpiece of a widow's mature flesh vanished under a much shorter, simpler skirt and jacket for sleeping. Regret boiled up so fiercely I let out an involuntary sigh.
Now in more comfortable sleepwear, she undid her updo. Like unzipping a compressed file, her silky black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, filling the room with her unique scent—sweet yet subtly erotic. Blood rushed south; my other self stood at attention.
"Jeong Yun, why are you so stiff? First day of work must have worn you out."
"N-no... it's nothing..."
Desperate not to reveal my erection, I awkwardly tilted my hips back, frozen in a weird pose. Mother, smoothing her hair, smiled warmly and settled onto her quilt.
She sat lightly on the bedding like a butterfly on a flower, patting the spot beside her with a soft hand.
"Lie down. I'll give you a massage."
"Pardon?"
"Hurry."
Her firm, authoritative yet maternal tone drew me in. I sat on the quilt, and she knelt behind me, her delicate hands kneading my shoulders.
"Ngh...!"
"Does it feel good?"
Honestly? Not refreshing at all. Her tender, delicate touch felt more like a caress than a massage.
"Stepping into the world for the first time, everything must feel strange and grueling. But endure, keep enduring, and good days will come."
It gave me a glimpse of how this mother and son had survived. With such a wonderful mother, Jeong Yun had grown upright, never even conceiving of incest or depravity. She'd raised him with all her heart, so she could bare her skin without hesitation before her grown son and offer such intimate touches.
But I was a beast in her son's skin, and it was driving me insane.
'Just pounce already?'
This small village had houses spaced far apart, and ours was especially remote. Even if she screamed and moaned all night, no one would hear.
My cock strained against my pants like it wanted to burst free, pounding at my reason: What are you waiting for? Her hands moved from shoulders to arms, trying to ease my fatigue.
"You've grown so much. All grown up."
Her voice from behind carried deep contentment. Emotion or not, I was parched with thirst to devour the defenseless female at my back.
'Fuck it. Just do it and think later.'
Incest be damned—I didn't care. The body was Jeong Yun's, but the mind was mine. Step-son? Hell, we were total strangers. Holding back in this situation was absurd.
As I let go of reason to mount the bitch behind me, she slapped my back briskly—massage over.
"That's enough. Now sleep."
With a carefree smile, she slipped into her quilt.
"……"
Absurdity left me staring down at her as she lay straight. She looked puzzled why her son gawked so openly.
"Sleep now. Oversleep like today, and I'll tan your hide again."
With that scolding, she closed her eyes and drifted off.
"This fucking..."
A low curse slipped out unbidden. She didn't hear, but it captured my inner turmoil perfectly. My throbbing cock, desperate to escape my pants, demanded: What now?
No privacy—not even a screen for jerking off.
'Did Jeong Yun never even masturbate?'
Sitting on the quilt felt suspicious, so I lay down. Turn my head, and her profile was right there. Already asleep, breathing evenly—a married woman's face. Far from wilting, my dick stiffened harder.
"……"
Cricket chirps beyond the flimsy door barely registered; every nerve focused on her.
How long did I stare? I slipped a hand under the quilt, gripping my rigid shaft.
"Gulp..."
Tension dried my throat. Stroking slowly while gazing at her sleeping face only deepened my thirst.
'Jeong Hyang's setting is she won't wake even if carried off once asleep, right?'
The author of Chujeongjeon must've planned an incest route but bailed. Why else give the son such perfect access to fuck his mom?
Her breaths were steady; the quilt over her chest rose and fell rhythmically, undisturbed.
'Just a little...'
I cautiously extended my free hand, brushing her cheek. The faint warmth and soft skin were ecstatic.
Want one, and you'll crave two. Swish. Pretending to shift, I pressed close to her side, using moonlight through the paper door to survey her sleeping form.
Her disheveled hair on the white quilt framed her flower-like, serene face. I yearned to defile it—to trample untouched snow with my filth.
Squeeze. My hand slid to her plump lips, pressing them. The steamed-bun bounce, slight moisture, and warm breaths tickling between my fingers...
I parted them gently, slipping a fingertip inside.
"Slurp..."
Beyond perfect teeth, her mouth was a sticky, hot cavern—like another pussy. In her sleep, she suckled lightly; the sensation made my cock twitch, leaking pre-cum.
I couldn't hold back—pants down, exposing the drooling head.
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Only the soft sounds echoed in the dark.
Blissfully ignorant, she slept on, lips around her son's finger, soft snores escaping. If she knew the beast in his guise was jerking off beside her, she'd faint from shock.