Chapter 34 (Mom, Se-young) (Si-woo's House, Living Room, Master Bedroom)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 34 (Mom, Se-young) (Si-woo's House, Living Room, Master Bedroom)
It was a little past 8:00 PM.
Si-woo’s family had arrived home.
Se-young was the first to grab a change of clothes and head into the first-floor bathroom to wash up.
Se-hee Noona headed up to her room on the second floor, clutching a luxury brand shopping bag containing her new pink dress as if it were a precious treasure.
Mom went into the master bedroom and closed the door, presumably to change into something more comfortable.
Si-woo moved the groceries and small household items they had bought today into the kitchen before returning to his own room on the second floor.
* * *
Si-woo sat on the edge of his bed and checked the clock.
8:15 PM.
The long, long day that had begun last night was finally drawing to a close.
In about two hours, Si-woo and Mom would be forged into a new kind of family relationship.
He would thrust his massive cock deep inside her and stir her insides over and over again.
After that, what kind of person would Mom become to him?
Just the thought of it made Si-woo’s heart pound wildly against his ribs.
Mom didn't seem entirely ignorant of BDSM terminology or tools.
Despite knowing all that, she had the audacity to order a "Vanilla" experience while handing her card to her son as if she were paying for a service...
Si-woo found her behavior a bit presumptuous.
—Of course, he had no intention of playing along until the end.—
Looking at her attitude so far, she certainly didn't seem like someone who could be satisfied with a normal disposition or a conventional relationship.
Si-woo felt the box of condoms he had tucked into his cardigan pocket.
It was a ten-pack of large-sized condoms.
This small box seemed to make the upcoming first act between him and Mom—and the transformation of their relationship—feel all the more real.
* * *
Si-woo went down to the living room on the first floor.
He sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
A popular weekend variety show was playing.
Mom had changed into a comfortable cotton T-shirt and pants and was in the kitchen, organizing the groceries and items they had bought today.
Even though she had changed into casual clothes, they did little to hide the overflowing sensuality of her body.
Si-woo stole glances at her while pretending to watch the show.
Mom didn't particularly look back at him or show any special reaction.
She simply went about organizing the items, seemingly oblivious.
Just then, Se-young finished her shower and stepped out of the changing room.
She was wearing loose, apricot-colored pajamas with buttons down the front.
Seeing Si-woo on the sofa, Se-young approached him with a smile.
"Oppa, want me to show you something cool?"
Se-young spoke suddenly, fresh from her shower.
"Huh? Something cool?"
Si-woo asked back, caught off guard.
Se-young stole a quick glance at Mom in the kitchen.
Mom was currently busy organizing ingredients in front of the refrigerator.
Se-young grabbed the hem of her pajama top with both hands and pulled it all the way up to her neck.
In an instant, Se-young’s fair skin flashed before Si-woo’s eyes.
Startled by her actions, Si-woo’s breath hitched, and his eyes widened as he stared at her.
"I bought this today and tried it on for the first time. Hehe~"
Se-young had an innocent expression on her face.
Looking closely, beneath the apricot pajama top bunched at her neck, her chest was wrapped and hidden in soft, white fabric.
Se-young had gone to the junior lingerie section with Mom at the department store today.
It seemed she wanted to show off the bra she had bought and worn for the first time to her brother.
—Even if it was called a bra, it was more like a wire-free bralette, barely more than a modesty cover.—
But even so, there was no way Mom would ever allow her to lift her clothes and show her bare skin to her brother.
Se-young surely knew that, yet she was exposing herself to Si-woo to show him her first bra, right where Mom might see from the kitchen.
Normally, Mom would have scolded her by now.
Did she not see?
Si-woo turned his head toward the kitchen.
In that moment, his eyes met Mom’s.
Mom quickly looked away, her face flushing red as she busied her hands, pretending to be preoccupied with her work.
A strange sense of excitement washed over Si-woo’s entire body.
Mom was pretending not to notice that Se-young was exposing her underwear to him.
Had Se-young realized it too?
That Mom was treating Si-woo differently now... that even if something like this happened, it would be overlooked if it involved Si-woo... that Mom was becoming subordinate to him...
* * *
"It’s pretty, Se-young. You’re a proper lady now, aren't you?"
Si-woo spoke loud enough for Mom to hear and reached out to stroke the hair of Se-young, who was still holding her clothes up to her neck.
Looking at Se-young, Si-woo’s cock began to stiffen slightly.
"Hehe. Su-a’s birthday is later than mine, but she’s been wearing these for way longer."
"Ah, really? Well, it’s good that you can wear them now."
Si-woo thought to himself that it was just a wire-free scrap of fabric anyway—did it really matter when one started wearing it?
"Oppa, want me to tell you something else interesting?"
"Huh? What is it?"
Se-young suddenly leaned in and whispered into Si-woo’s ear.
"They say there are more countries in the world where cousins can get married... did you know that?"
Se-young’s random comment sent a chill down Si-woo’s spine, overlapping with the time she had whispered "You pervert" when he had pretended to be asleep while having an erection.
"W-what are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Si-woo asked, sounding flustered.
"Just saying. Hehe~"
With that, Se-young headed into her room.
Watching her walk away, Si-woo realized that his cock had become fully erect without him even noticing.
As he sat there, he felt Mom’s gaze from the kitchen.
Mom was staring at Si-woo’s erection after his conversation with Se-young.
"Mom?"
Si-woo called out to her, making no effort to hide his hard-on as he turned toward the kitchen.
"Y-yes? What is it?"
Mom stammered, barely managing a response.
"Did you change your pants?"
"Ah... t-this? Yeah... I just changed into something comfortable for a bit before I wash up."
Mom spoke as if she were making excuses for a crime.
"I think you look better in a skirt."
"......Okay."
Mom gave a brief reply and went back to tidying the kitchen without further comment.
Si-woo thought to himself that Mom would probably never wear pants at home again.
A massive sense of fulfillment and achievement washed over him.
Si-woo waited for the night to deepen.
* * *
Night.
The time when the whole family should have been washed up and asleep.
Si-woo, fully erect, walked through the darkened living room and into the master bedroom.
The lights were on in the master bedroom.
Mom was lying on her side with a blindfold on, her ample breasts exposed as she let Se-young use her arm as a pillow.
As expected, she had her nipple in Se-young’s mouth. Even though they both knew what was about to happen, Mom was wearing the blindfold, pretending to be oblivious as she waited for Si-woo.
Si-woo didn't bother calling out to her to check if she was awake.
There was no need to be cautious like the night before.
He reached out and placed his hand directly onto Mom’s exposed breast.
Mom flinched.
Si-woo gently kneaded her breast with his hand.
Then, using his fingertips, he began to rub circles around her nipple.
Mom’s breathing grew ragged and heavy.
Si-woo used his thumb and forefinger to tug at her nipple as if pinching it.
—Being careful not to hurt her.—
"Haaa..."
Mom let out a long, pained sigh.
Si-woo continued to knead Mom’s breast with one hand while placing his other hand on Se-young’s breast.
Through the fabric, he could feel the shape of the bra Se-young had shown him earlier.
Si-woo was now touching and comparing the breasts of the mother and daughter simultaneously.
—Though, of course, there was no real comparison.—
He applied pressure to the hand on Se-young’s breast, giving it a firm squeeze.
Se-young’s flesh felt pleasantly firm in his palm.
Though her body was still young, it was growing steadily and faithfully.
Se-young was currently asleep, suckling on one of Mom’s breasts.
Was it instinct?
Even in her sleep, she wouldn't let go of the nipple, just like a baby.
Si-woo leaned down toward Mom’s other nipple—the one Se-young wasn't using.
He covered the nipple with his lips, wet it with his tongue, and rubbed it slowly.
Despite Se-young being right there, Mom was writhing violently.
Had she decided there was no longer any need to hide her reaction?
Or had her body simply reached a point where it could no longer be hidden?
As he suckled and rubbed her nipple with his tongue, Mom’s body didn't stop twitching.
Si-woo pulled his mouth away from Mom’s nipple and lightly flicked the one Se-young was suckling with his finger.
Mom flinched again.
After a moment’s thought, Si-woo stood up and pulled back Mom’s lilac robe.
Just as he had instructed earlier that day, Mom was not wearing any panties.
She had nothing on beneath the robe.
He could see her groin, heavily drenched in pussy fluid.
The fluid glistening as it ran down her thighs looked exceptionally radiant.
Si-woo soaked his fingers in the flowing fluid and smeared it all over the lips of Se-young, who was still suckling the nipple.
He also smeared it around the area of the nipple Se-young was holding.
"Heuuu..."
Mom let out another long, desperate sigh.
Si-woo carefully brought his mouth to the nipple Se-young was suckling.
Then, as if to consume every drop of Mom’s pussy fluid he had just applied, he meticulously licked Se-young’s lips and Mom’s nipple.
Mom’s body buckled and writhed once more.
Si-woo found her reaction amusing.
Despite being wide awake, she couldn't say a word and accepted every prank Si-woo played on her.
Si-woo stood up and scooped Se-young up into his arms.
"I'll be right back, Mom! Just lie there and wait for me!!!"
Si-woo spoke as if giving an order.
He left the master bedroom to take Se-young back to her room.
The night was long, and Si-woo was in no hurry.