Chapter 57
Chapter 57
"After waking up, I do feel refreshed... Should I go to the hot spring one more time?"
Perhaps it was because of the hot spring bath, but my body certainly felt light. I casually threw on a gown and trudged towards the first-floor terrace. The dawn air was chilly, but it had a refreshing crispness that cleared my mind.
As I opened the terrace door and stepped out, a thick mist obscured my view. The hot water of the Jacuzzi, which hadn't cooled overnight, met the cold dawn air, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
"Ugh... it must be warm."
I quickly shed my gown and approached the steaming bath. But then, a blurry silhouette appeared through the mist.
"......Huh?"
I stopped walking. Someone was sitting in the Jacuzzi, where no one should have been.
The back of a woman, her long hair elegantly tied up, her smooth shoulders exposed, submerged in the water.
Her ample buttocks, slender waistline, and fair skin glowed even amidst the mist.
(What... I thought I was alone, but Mom was here too?)
I couldn't hide the smile spreading across my lips. A hot spring in the misty dawn, and a naked woman sitting alone within it. That back view was unmistakably Mom, Shin Hye-jeong's, figure.
Her amply rising buttocks, slender waistline, and even the smooth shoulder line revealed above the water. It looked exactly like the body that had gasped in my arms last night, without a single error.
(Why is she alone... Still, she's cute...)
I muffled my footsteps and stealthily entered the bath. The warm water soaked my knees and soon rose to my waist. The woman seemed lost in thought, apparently not noticing my presence approaching from behind her.
I held my breath and pressed close behind her. Up close, her voluptuous physical beauty was even more overwhelming. Her supple skin, seemingly untouched by time, glistened with moisture. With a playful heart and a surge of lust from the morning, I pounced on her from behind.
"Waaah! Mom! Where did you go and hide here?!"
I tightly embraced her wet back and roughly grabbed her ample breasts, submerged in the water, with both hands.
"Gasp?! Mmmph?!"
The woman flinched in surprise and twisted her body. A bewildered scream was about to burst from her lips, but I paid no mind, rubbing my lips against her ear and playfully whispering.
"Why are you alone? Leaving your son by himself... Looks like my Mom needs a little scolding this morning, doesn't she?"
The breasts in my grasp felt heavier and more elastic than last night. I brazenly rubbed her nipples with my fingers, enjoying her reaction.
But something was strange. Usually, Mom would coo, "Oh, Minho-ya~," but today, she stiffened her body and struggled as if trying to avoid my touch.
"Ugh... Mmmph... Don't... do it...."
She kept her head bowed low, making a gesture of refusal. But to me, that appearance was an even more novel stimulus. At her slightly resistant demeanor, I chuckled and pressed my hardened penis against the cleft of her buttocks.
"You know this just makes me want you more. Really, Mom..."
I firmly gripped her pelvis. Mom flinched and trembled at my touch, but she seemed to gradually lose the strength to resist against my brute force and the close contact in the hot water. Or perhaps, she was beginning to surrender her body to an irresistible, instinctive pleasure.
"Alright, here I come. It's even thicker in the morning... so bite down tight."
I made her spread her legs in the water, then pushed my fully aroused alter ego between her wet petals.
Swoosh-!
"Huuuuh...!"
The woman's head tilted back, and a suppressed moan burst forth. The warm hot spring water and slippery vaginal fluid acted as lubricant, allowing my massive shaft to part her narrow, hot vaginal walls and penetrate deeply.
However, the moment I entered, a subtle sense of incongruity flashed through my mind.
(Huh...? What is this?)
Normally, Mom's place was characterized by an initial, seamless, clinging tightness. But the sensation now enveloping my penis was soft and plush, accepting me endlessly deep and generously.
A capacity to embrace, as if falling into a vast swamp. The feeling of sliding in all the way to the root without resistance made me momentarily stop thrusting.
(Something's strange? Could it be... not Mom?)
It was the moment doubt began to rear its head.
Gurgle. Squish!
"Ugh?!"
As if noticing my hesitation, her inner walls instantly began to convulse. The generously open space pressed in from all sides, gripping my penis with an incredibly powerful vice-like grip. It wasn't a simple contraction. It was a skilled and potent squeeze, as if tens of thousands of tiny mouths were sucking on my member.
"Haaah...! Haaah...! I-it's in...!"
(Hah...! You scared me. Of course.)
With a sigh of relief, I once again wore a wry smile. The momentary sense of incongruity was swept away by waves of pleasure. Rather, the powerful contraction that followed the initial soft spaciousness, like a surprising charm, made my desire for conquest burn even hotter.
"Wow... Mom. Why are you so tight today? It feels like it's alive inside."
I exclaimed in admiration, gripping her pelvis tightly, and began to thrust my hips in earnest.
Splash! Thwack! Squish.
The sound of water parting and the slapping of flesh against flesh broke the dawn's silence.
"Mmm! Ugh! Yes...! More...! Harder...!"
The moans bursting from her lips were as dreamlike and voluptuous as the mist. Her husky voice, a little lower than usual, stimulated my eardrums.
"Do you like it? Do you like it when your son pounds you like this? Huh?"
"Y-yes...! It's too... too big...! Uwaaah!"
"Haaah... Haaah... Mom, you're really driving me crazy. It's like a vacuum cleaner inside."
I gripped her waist tightly and pounded her roughly. Each thrust from behind made her ample buttocks slap against my groin, creating a rich, smacking sound.
Thwack. Thwack. Splash!
The Jacuzzi water splashed everywhere, but I paid it no mind. What was truly driving me crazy was the inside of her vagina. At first, it seemed to accept me endlessly generously, but from a certain point, it coiled around me like a snake from the tip of my glans to the base of my shaft, refusing to let go.
(Wow... Did Mom have this kind of skill? It's different from last night, too?)
A skilled and greedy squeeze, as if intending to suck out every last drop of my vital essence. Drunk on that overwhelming pleasure, I gradually increased my pace.
"Ugh! It's too... too deep...! It's touching...! Uwaaah!"
She threw her head back in sync with my movements, letting out cries of ecstasy. The hair clinging to her neck, wet from the water, and her delicately trembling shoulder line came into view, and an irresistible lust surged within me.
"Mom, show me your face."
Without stopping my thrusts, I bent my upper body and embraced her shoulders.
"I can't see your face when we're only doing it from behind. Turn your head a little. Let me kiss you."
I tried to grab her chin and turn her towards me, as usual. Expecting a sticky, messy French kiss with Mom.
But then.
"Ah, no...! Not my lips... Not my lips...!"
She flinched in surprise and bowed her head deeply. Her desperate attempt to cover her face, as if trying to shake off my touch, made me feel puzzled.
"What's wrong? Usually, you're so eager to tangle tongues first. Don't play hard to get, come here."
"Haaah... Haaah...! Not today.... Please...!"
Her refusal wasn't mere coyness. It was somehow urgent, even desperate. But I, already nearing climax and with my judgment clouded, dismissed her refusal as just another form of playful affection.
"This just makes me want you more. Come on, say 'ah'."
I forcibly grabbed her chin. When I made her turn her head with force, she could no longer resist and her face turned towards me.
At that moment, a mountain breeze, blowing just in time with the dawn, cleared away the thick mist.
Swoosh-
As the white steam that had obscured my vision vanished, the woman's face, right before my nose, was clearly revealed.
I froze the lips I was pushing forward. The moment I confirmed her face, a shock, as if my heart had plummeted, struck my entire body.
"......Huh?"
The woman before my eyes was not Mom. She exuded an atmosphere subtly similar to Mom, but she was a stranger I had never seen before, one who felt much more mature and possessed an air of elegance.
"......W-who are you?"
A bewildered question burst from my lips. My mind went blank, unable to grasp the situation. To think I had mistaken a stranger for Mom and was forcibly having sex with her. Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Pale with shock, I quickly pulled my hips back.
"I-I'm sorry! I... I mistook you for someone else! I thought you were Mom and just...!"
Thinking I should immediately kneel and beg for forgiveness, I hastily tried to pull my member out of her body.
But at my flustered appearance, the woman, who had been bowing her head deeply, slowly raised her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes, instead of anger or displeasure, were filled with burning desire and poignant longing.