Nothing Beneath the Apron

Seven in the evening.

Min-ho arrived in front of the Guro apartment where his mother lived. He took the elevator up to the seventh floor. Unit 702. His heart hammered as if it might burst, and it wasn't simply because he was about to see her. She was a target now—someone he had to conquer to level up, the object of a quest.

Four more... I still have to do it four more times.

He drew a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

"Mom, it's me."

The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Min-ho froze where he stood.

"Min-ho, you're here?"

His mother, Lee Mi-young, was there to greet him. She stood a petite five-foot-two. Fifty-four, and still a youthful face that refused to show it, set atop a lush, full-figured body whose age no one could have guessed. She had been cooking, it seemed; an apron was tied around her. And yet—

"Uh... Mom... your clothes..."

Between the apron strings, the bare white of her side showed. Above the shoulder straps, her collarbones and the upper swell of her full breasts lay exposed. She wasn't wearing a thing beneath that apron. It was a perfect naked-apron look.

"Well? I heard my boy was coming, so... I got ready."

Mi-young flushed, shy, and lifted the hem of the apron just a little. Beneath it, pale thighs with not even underwear to cover them, and a thick thatch of dark hair, were laid utterly bare.

"Ever since that day, the moment I think of you I get so worked up I can't stand it... I get wet down there and I can't bear it. So today I wanted it the second you walked in..."

Min-ho's reason snapped.

"Mom!"

He kicked his shoes off halfway and charged into the entryway, pulling Mi-young into his arms.

"Hh—! Min-ho...!"

A fierce kiss began right there at the door. He devoured her lips, greedy, mixing their tongues and sucking down her saliva.

"Mm... slurp... haah... Mom, this is way too dirty. Where'd you learn something like this?"

"I don't know... I just thought you'd like it... hnn..."

He shoved her back against the entryway wall. Mi-young looked up at him and let her mouth fall open, a thread of saliva stretching between them.

"Mom, open your mouth."

"Hm?"

"If I drop my spit into it from up here... will you eat it up nice for me?"

Mi-young's eyes went soft and unfocused. She put her tongue out like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

"Of course... it's my beloved son's spit... give me all of it... all of it, in Mom's mouth..."

Min-ho bent his head and let a thick drop of his saliva fall, heavy, into her open mouth. It landed with a wet smack. Mi-young caught it on her tongue, rolled it, and swallowed, her throat working.

"Haah... it's good... it tastes like you..."

At that obscene sight his pants were already straining, ready to split.

"I can't take it. Kitchen."

He dragged her roughly into the kitchen.

"Ah! Min-ho! The stew's boiling!"

"You think that's the problem?"

He stood her in front of the sink and bent her forward at the waist. The apron rode up, and a white, lush ass filled his vision.

"Mom, hold on tight to the sink."

"Mmh... okay..."

He dropped his pants and set the hardened shaft against her wet entrance, then drove it in without hesitation.

A thick, wet thrust.

"Aaaah! Min-ho! It's big! Too big!"

The insertion was so violent the stainless steel of the sink rattled.

"Haah... haah... Mom... you're so tight... I'm losing it..."

He slammed his hips like a man gone mad. Slap! Slap! Thud! The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the kitchen. On the stove the stew bubbled and simmered, and in front of it mother and son were lost in an act of pure transgression.

"Ah! Ah! Min-ho! There! Mom's dying! It feels too good!"

"You like it? You like your son's cock? Huh?"

"Yes! I like it! Way better than your father's! Pound me more! Deeper!"

Sweat poured off them like rain. Min-ho drove into her hard, the humiliation he'd suffered at Tae-min's hands and his hunger for power spilling out as sex.

"Harder... harder...!"

"I'm coming! Mom! I'm gonna come inside!"

"Come! Son! Fill Mom up! I don't care if I get pregnant!"

A torrent burst out of him, an enormous load of semen flooding deep into Mi-young's womb.

"Hiiik! It's hot!"

Her legs trembled as she collapsed forward over the sink. Min-ho, spent, slumped across her back.

"Haah... haah..."

For a long while there was nothing but rough breathing.

"M-Min-ho... Mom's gonna die... that was too intense..."

Mi-young pushed her sweat-soaked hair back and spoke with effort.

"Let's... eat first and rest a little. Okay? Mom's legs won't move."

"...Okay."

Min-ho slowly pulled away. With a wet, sticky sound, cloudy white fluid ran down between Mi-young's thighs.

At the table, the dinner she had laid out was waiting. Soybean-paste stew, spicy stir-fried pork, a rolled omelet—everything he loved. But Min-ho couldn't pick up his spoon. Beneath the table his cock was still furious, standing rigid. They had just finished a round, and it showed no sign of settling.

Mi-young paused mid-bite and felt his gaze. Then she found the swollen tent under the table.

"Oh my... our boy... still angry?"

"It's because Mom... is too pretty."

Mi-young let out a soft laugh and lifted her own spoon. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠heaped rice and side dishes into her mouth and chewed, unhurried. She didn't swallow. She rose from her seat and came to him.

"Here. Say ah."

"Mom?"

She sat down on his lap and pressed her lips to his. A slow, wet chew, a suck. The food she had minced in her mouth she pushed into his along with her saliva.

"Mm... mmm..."

It was like a mother bird feeding her chick—a sticky, indecent meal. When she had passed all of it over, Mi-young drew her lips away and licked the bridge of his nose.

"My baby... you worked so hard, you must be hungry. Mom's going to have to feed you everything."

Min-ho couldn't hold back. He seized her ass in both hands and squeezed.

"Haah... Mom..."

"Finish your food... get your strength back, and we have to do it again. Understand?"

Under that bewitching look, Min-ho could only nod.

When the meal was over, the two of them moved to the bedroom. They were no longer mother and son. They were a perfect male and a perfect female.

Min-ho lay back on the bed, and Mi-young climbed on top of him. Woman on top.

"Min-ho..."

She took hold of him and fitted him to her entrance, then slowly lowered her hips. A long, slick slide.

"Hh—!"

Moans ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠broke from both their mouths at once.

"I'm losing my mind... this is it... this feeling..."

Mi-young set her hands on his chest and began to roll her hips. The joining was deeper and heavier than it had been in the kitchen.

"Ah... aah! Min-ho!"

"Mom... does it feel good?"

"It does! It feels so good! I'm going crazy!"

She threw her head back and cried out as if she were screaming.

"Hnn! I never knew sex with my son could feel this good! I should have done it sooner! I regret so much that I didn't, all this time!"

At those words Min-ho's excitement detonated. The depraved thrill of shattering the taboo of mother.

"Mi-young!"

Without thinking, he called her by her name.

"Yes! Call me more! Call me Mi-young!"

"Mi-young! I love you! Mi-young!"

"Me too! I love you too! Honey! Babe!"

The names came apart. The shell of mother and son peeled away, and only desire remained.

"Babe! Deeper! Pound me harder!"

"Yeah, Mi-young! However you want it!"

Min-ho thrust up from below. Her small five-foot-two body rose and fell, lifted clear of him and dropped again.

"Ah! Honey! It feels too good! I'm losing it! I'm really losing it!"

"Haah... Mi-young... it's only the second time... how is it this good?"

"I know... we just did it... and it's as good as the first time... mmh!"

They devoured each other all through the night. Honey, babe, Mi-young. The bedroom filled with nothing but obscene moans and lovers' whispers.

Near dawn, the two of them, exhausted, still would not let go of each other's bodies.

"Don't pull out... I want to sleep like this..."

Mi-young burrowed into his arms and murmured it. Min-ho left himself ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠buried inside her and held her tight from behind, the way a man holds the lover he loves most in the world. The two of them sank into a deep sleep.

The next morning, sunlight slipped in between the curtains.

"Mmm..."

Min-ho opened his eyes in a languid haze. Something below was heavy and warm. He lifted the blanket and found Mi-young with her face buried between his legs. Slurp, slurp.

"Uh... Mi-young...?"

From first thing in the morning she was devotedly sucking his erect cock.

"Mm... you're awake? My honey?"

She looked up and smiled without even wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

"You were so lively first thing, so Mom gave you a little morning service."

"Haah... seriously..."

His hips jerked on their own. Mi-young buried her face again and swallowed his shaft deep into her throat. Gag, gulp, suck!

Five minutes or so passed.

"Mi-young... I'm..."

She pulled her mouth off.

"I want it inside. Babe."

"Then..."

She climbed on top of him.

"In the morning... I'll do it."

She took him in and slowly lowered herself.

"Nnh... as expected... it's big..."

"Mi-young..."

"Babe... stay still. I'll move."

She began to move, slow.

"Ah... babe... it feels good..."

Her petite body swayed up and down. Her large breasts bounced. Min-ho caught them in his hands and kneaded.

"Mi-young... your breasts... still the best..."

"These are the breasts you nursed on and grew up with..."

"I know... that's why I like them more..."

Mi-young kept moving. She grew faster and faster.

"Babe... first thing in the morning... I didn't know it could feel this good..."

"Me neither... Mi-young..."

"Babe... I'm... soon..."

"Me too... together..."

The two of them crested once more.

"Babe...!"

"Mi-young...!"

Mi-young collapsed on top of him. That made three times in all. Once in the kitchen, once in the bedroom, and now the morning sex.

A good while later, they showered and ate breakfast.

"Babe, do you have work today?"

"Yeah, I have to go to the company this afternoon."

"Then you can stay through lunch."

"Yeah."

"Good. I wanted to be with you longer."

Mi-young took his hand. The look in her eyes was not a mother looking at her son. It was the look of a woman completely in love.

"Babe... come often. Promise."

"I promise. Mi-young."

"Thank you."

Min-ho looked at her and thought it. Mi-young was his woman now. A secret, special bond.

Babe...

Calling each other babe, calling her Mi-young. It was strange... and he was happy.

Later, carefully, Min-ho opened the Status Window.

Four times... one more, and I level up.

Min-ho closed the Status Window.

One more... then I level up, and I can beat Senior Tae-min.

He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clenched his fist. He would keep going. He would grow stronger. Until no one could look down on him again.