Chapter 12: Lust for Her Son (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 12: Lust for Her Son (Mom, Se-young)
A short while after Seon-mi and Se-young arrived home.
"Now, we promised the teacher we’d only do this at set times, right? And we both just got back, so neither of us has washed up yet. Let’s do it after we shower, okay?"
Seon-mi soothed the pestering Se-young.
She took the blindfold from Si-woo.
After Si-woo returned to his room, Seon-mi grabbed a pair of panties and her lilac silk pajama robe and headed to the bathroom.
In the changing room in front of the bathroom.
She placed the panties and robe she had brought on the side table.
She emptied the laundry from the basket into the washing machine, then stripped off the rest of her clothes and underwear and tossed them in as well.
Offering her breast—which didn't even produce milk—to a daughter who was already in the fifth grade at the Beginner Academy... to anyone else, it would be a bizarre sight, no matter how you looked at it.
In the past, she had occasionally given in to Se-young’s persistent begging and reluctantly granted the favor.
However, this was the first time they had set a specific time for the suckling.
Throughout her shower, she felt nothing but awkward.
Once finished, she told Se-young to go wash up, then put on the blindfold and lay down on the bed.
She figured it would be less awkward if her facial expressions were hidden.
A moment later, Se-young returned from her shower and snuggled into Seon-mi’s arms.
Seon-mi lay on her side, propping Se-young’s head up with her left arm and pulling the girl into her embrace.
Se-young pulled open the chest of her mother’s pajama robe, exposing her large breasts.
She took one into her mouth as if to cover the whole thing and began to suckle softly.
Seon-mi felt a tingling sensation at the warm, slick touch of Se-young’s mouth.
Perhaps because her vision was blocked by the blindfold, Seon-mi’s senses felt even more acute than usual.
Se-young grasped the other breast with her hand and pressed it against her face, rubbing against it.
"Easy now, slowly... There’s no milk coming out, is my breast really that good?"
Seon-mi spoke to Se-young for the sake of it, trying to hide the embarrassment that followed the sensitive sensations.
"Hehe, Mom’s breasts are so pretty. It feels so good. I want to live like this forever, touching Mom’s breasts."
Speaking innocently, Se-young tightened her lips around the nipple and began to suckle more rhythmically.
"Oh, Se-young... if you suck like that, Mom’s nipples are going to wear away."
As her breasts were being suckled, Seon-mi spoke with a sigh, trying to mask her heavy breathing.
"Does it hurt?"
Se-young pulled her mouth slightly away from the nipple and asked with concern.
A string of saliva stretched from her lips to the nipple.
"No, it doesn't hurt, but it’s tiring for Mom when you suck that hard."
"Okay, I'll suck gently then."
Se-young carefully began to suckle again.
As Se-young’s mouth rubbed slowly against her highly sensitive nipples, Seon-mi felt the stimulation in her breasts intensify.
Beneath the blindfold, Seon-mi’s expression was gradually twisting.
To be honest, Seon-mi didn't dislike the sensation of Se-young touching or suckling her breasts.
The problem, however, was processing that "not-disliked" sensation without perceiving it sexually.
Because of that, her body remained stiff with tension.
Even though she had only been letting her daughter suckle for less than ten minutes, she felt utterly exhausted.
I need to wrap this up before Si-woo comes down...
Feeling drowsy, Seon-mi drifted off to sleep.
She woke up just before Si-woo entered.
Seon-mi opened her eyes at the sound of footsteps in front of the master bedroom.
She opened her eyes, but everything was pitch black.
She could still feel Se-young’s face and lips against her breast.
The lights in the master bedroom were likely still brightly lit...
Seon-mi’s breasts remained fully exposed.
The breast held in Se-young’s mouth tingled once more.
She heard the sound of Si-woo entering the room and coming to a halt.
Though she couldn't see anything through the blindfold, she could feel her son’s gaze fixed on her breasts.
Just the thought of Si-woo looking down at her made Seon-mi’s heart race.
Since he went as far as masturbating with his mother’s underwear, it wouldn't be strange if the sight of her exposed breasts gave him an erection.
No, Seon-mi was certain that he would be aroused and erect.
"Mom? Are you asleep?"
Si-woo’s voice called out to her cautiously.
She didn't want to cover herself and get up to face Si-woo.
She could explain later.
If she told Si-woo about Se-young’s diagnosis and prescription from the hospital, he would surely understand the situation.
There was no reason for it to be a problem between a mother and son just because he saw her breasts.
Seon-mi simply wanted to escape the current moment.
As she was thinking that, Si-woo pulled Se-young, who was still suckling in Seon-mi’s arms, away from her.
Seon-mi’s firm nipple had been held between Se-young’s lips.
As Se-young was suddenly pulled back by Si-woo, the nipple was softly grazed by the girl's lips, sending a sharp, electric jolt through her.
A shiver ran down her spine.
Seon-mi barely managed to suppress a moan.
Her wet nipples were now exposed to the cool air.
The fresh sensation seemed to make them stand erect once more.
She felt Si-woo’s gaze intensify.
"Mom?"
Si-woo called her again in a low voice.
Seon-mi felt her body heat up just from the sound of his voice.
She forced herself to suppress her trembling.
If she stayed still without answering, Si-woo would soon take Se-young and leave the room.
Then it will all be over.
She endured for a long time with that thought, but suddenly, a sensation sharp enough to make the back of her head tingle shot up from her nipple.
Si-woo’s finger touched and rubbed the sensitively erect nipple, then gave it a sharp flick with his fingertip.
Startled, Seon-mi’s body flinched involuntarily.
The intense vibration seemed to travel from her nipple, down her spine, and through her entire body.
She felt dizzy from her son’s sudden molestation.
Her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of how to handle what would happen next.
Si-woo, unable to control his urges, would surely pounce on her.
She would have to force back her moans to avoid being caught by her sleeping daughter.
She imagined herself having no choice but to accept Si-woo without resistance.
Her mind went blank at the thought of the humiliation, helplessness, and shame she would soon feel from her son.
But after that, nothing happened.
A moment passed, and Si-woo picked up Se-young and left the room.
Relief.
And then, a following sense of emptiness.
Seon-mi was flustered as she recognized the hollow disappointment that followed.
Had she been expecting something?
To be violated by her son?
A long while later, she heard the sound of her son showering.
Seon-mi lay on her side, unable to move with her breasts still exposed.
The thought that Si-woo might come back and continue the molestation made her feel a bound-like excitement that paralyzed her.
Even though she hadn't touched herself, Seon-mi’s lower half was becoming soaking wet.
She could feel the moisture trickling down her thighs and buttocks.
Her body trembled, her breasts still bared.
She couldn't move.
No, she didn't want to move.
A strange excitement she had never felt before.
She felt the cold air around her, as if it were caressing her breasts.
The fact that she was waiting for Si...
The sorrowful excitement of feeling abandoned by him made her unable to move, as if she were tied tightly with ropes.
Some time passed after the shower ended.
Only then did her body begin to feel free again, as if a hypnosis had been lifted.
Seon-mi clutched her breasts and trembled.
She didn't think she could just go to sleep like this.
Just in case, she took off the blindfold, got up quietly, and went to the changing room.
The faint scent of semen.
When she opened the washing machine and looked inside, she immediately saw Se-hee’s wet panties sitting on top of the pile of clothes.
Seon-mi stood there dazed for a moment.
Did Si-woo not know that his mother was the only one who checked the laundry the next day?
As if to show off, the semen-stained panties had been placed right on top of the laundry in the machine.
And they weren't her own panties.
A strange sense of shame washed over her.
Seon-mi picked up Se-hee’s panties and sniffed them.
The scent of Se-hee’s sweat and Si-woo’s thick male scent were overwhelming.
Her body began to tremble again.
She took Se-hee’s semen-stained panties back into the room.
She put the blindfold back on and lay down.
She left the light on and the door open.
It was because she wanted to maintain that strange excitement from earlier.
The thick scent of Si-woo’s semen and the lingering trace of Se-hee’s body odor.
Seon-mi held the panties in one hand, smelling them as she enjoyed a new nighttime game, separate from the day.
She rubbed her clitoris with her fingers.
What would Si-woo think if he came back down and saw his mother like this?
What if Se-hee or Se-young saw her?
As she imagined those scenes, she felt her vagina twitch as if convulsing.
Anyone in the family passing by the room could see her.
Because she had left the light on and the door open.
Wearing the blindfold and smelling Se-hee’s panties stained with Si-woo’s semen, Seon-mi reached her climax.
Completely unaware that there was a gaze watching the entire scene.