Chapter 39 (Mom, Se-hee)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 39 (Mom, Se-hee)
"Since Mom and Se-young aren't here, I think you can just relax and be comfortable at home today, right?"
Se-hee Noona spoke casually, looking elsewhere as if merely seeking agreement.
Even though she was the one who brought it up, she seemed a bit embarrassed herself, gulping down the water she had just poured.
While it was phrased as a question, her words seemed to carry a deeper meaning—not just about her choice of clothing, but a consideration for the physiological urges Si-woo would inevitably face because of it.
Si-woo had been erect throughout the entire breakfast.
He stole glances at Se-hee Noona’s voluminous breasts sitting across from him. Their eyes met a few times, but once he realized she wasn't on guard or trying to stop him, he eventually began to eat while staring at them openly.
Si-woo was in no state to resist the overwhelming excitement triggered by the visual stimulation.
* * *
Casual small talk flowed across the breakfast table with Se-hee Noona.
As they were finishing their meal, Si-woo finally spoke up, unable to hold back any longer.
"Se... Se-hee Noona, you said you... went jogging at dawn, right?"
Si-woo’s breathing was growing heavy with suppressed excitement.
"Y-yeah."
Se-hee Noona’s reply was shy.
They both knew he was erect.
Si-woo could have slipped away to the bathroom to masturbate in secret without saying a word, but he intentionally asked so she would be aware of what he was about to do.
It was essentially a request to use the sweat-soaked underwear she had discarded after her jog.
And she had given him a bashful answer.
Si-woo stood up and headed for the changing room.
* * *
Entering the changing room, Si-woo immediately rummaged through the laundry basket.
Inside were Se-hee Noona’s hoodie, leggings, a black sports bra, and black spandex sports panties.
The fabric rustled.
Si-woo picked up her damp panties, which hadn't fully dried yet.
He pressed the front crotch of the panties against his nose and took a deep, lung-filling breath.
The pleasant scent of Se-hee Noona’s sweat seeped deep into his mind, piercing his brain.
After a moment's thought, Si-woo didn't go into the bathroom; he pulled down his pants right there in the changing room.
After all, no one was home but Se-hee Noona.
She knew exactly why he had gone into the changing room with her panties.
Therefore, he felt there was no need to hide or retreat into the bathroom.
Si-woo opened his smartphone to the photo Se-hee Noona had set as his wallpaper earlier.
He gripped his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it up and down.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
The changing room was quiet in the empty house, save for the absence of his mother and Se-young.
The sound of Si-woo’s hand gripping and shaking his penis echoed as it repeatedly struck his groin.
Between the changing room and the living room, there was only a thin fabric partition.
The sounds of Si-woo’s aggressive masturbation were undoubtedly reaching Se-hee Noona’s ears.
Si-woo felt no need to hide the noise anymore.
Looking at the photo of Se-hee Noona—her large breasts prominently displayed, encased in a seashell-shaped bra—he imagined the expression on her face as she listened to him.
Was her face turning red?
Perhaps, like that time in the park, her own panties were already getting wet.
Si-woo increased the speed of his arm.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The urge to ejaculate surged.
Si-woo began to climax, aiming his release toward Se-hee Noona’s clothes in the basket.
"Uuuugh... Ah... Noona..."
At the final moment of peak pleasure, he didn't suppress his moans, letting them out as if he were actually calling for her.
A substantial amount of semen soaked into Se-hee Noona’s workout clothes and bra.
The thick scent of Si-woo’s semen began to fill the air of the seemingly empty house.
Si-woo tossed her panties back into the basket and entered the shower room without cleaning up the mess he’d made.
He stood blankly under the running water for a long time.
After ejaculation, a wave of guilt and fatigue washed over him.
He realized once again the reality that his mother had left the house with Se-young.
After squeezing out every drop of desire, all that remained for Si-woo was a hollow, futile sense of guilt.
When he finished his shower and stepped into the living room, Se-hee Noona was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen.
She must have gone up to her room while he was showering.
* * *
Si-woo went straight into the master bedroom and lay on the bed, recalling the events of the previous night.
In their final moments, his mother had called out his name, mumbling incoherent words as if she’d lost her mind before finally passing out.
Right here, in his arms, his mother had screamed in pleasure as she was completely impaled by his massive cock.
Now, lying on the bed where she was gone, Si-woo was soaked in a hollow, complicated mood.
* * *
'I really miss you.'
Si-woo picked up his smartphone and sent another text to his mother.
'Seon-mi.'
He typed out her name for no particular reason.
He thought his mother might have blocked his number because of what happened last night.
He felt depressed, as if the bond between mother and son had been severed.
He began typing messages into the chat window, thinking she would never see them.
'How could you go this far?'
'If I knew you hated it that much, I wouldn't have done it.'
'If I knew it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have done it!'
Si-woo was venting his regrets through these messages.
'You could have just scolded me.'
Resentment...
'Mom.'
'I miss you.'
'I miss you.'
'I miss you.'
After sending the last message repeatedly, he curled up on his side on the master bed, squeezing out a single, pathetic tear.
The thought that his mother might not return made his chest tighten with agony.
Just as he was wallowing in his misery, a notification sound and a vibration—like a divine salvation—rang from his phone.
– What are you doing?
A message from Mom.
Her message was like a sweet rain falling on a withered stalk.
An indescribable joy surged through him, immediately followed by an embarrassing realization of the cringeworthy messages he had just sent, thinking she wouldn't see them.
– Just lying down after eating.
Si-woo replied as calmly as possible, trying not to let his excitement show.
– Anyone would think we were a couple that just broke up lol.
Mom’s reply came back with "lol"s, sounding playful as if she were teasing him.
– Ah, damn. I thought you blocked my number because you weren't reading my messages.
Si-woo snapped back, his embarrassment making him sound prickly.
– Goodness, if I were going to block your number, would I have left my card with you? You're so short-sighted!
Mom scolded him, sounding exasperated.
– Well, yeah... I did think it was a bit weird that you gave the card to me instead of Se-hee Noona.
Si-woo felt a hollow sense of relief as he replied.
– Did you and Se-hee eat breakfast?
– Yeah, just some leftovers from yesterday... But Mom, why didn't you read my texts until now?
Si-woo asked, feeling grateful she had finally replied but still nursing a bit of resentment.
– I just woke up!
– You overslept?
– Yeah.
– At Aunt's house?
– Yeah, Seon-ju's place.
– What about Se-young?
– She's sleeping right next to me.
Mom was answering all of Si-woo’s questions promptly and sincerely.
– But why are you sleeping there?
This was the question Si-woo wanted to ask most.
He was dying to know what his mother was thinking and feeling after what had transpired the night before.
There was no reply for a moment.
It seemed she was choosing her words carefully.
Then, another message arrived.
– I couldn't sleep a wink until dawn after what happened.
– Why?
– Because I didn't know how I could look at your face this morning.
– You just look at it!!
After another long pause, Mom sent another message.
– It's hard for me to do that...
– Why?
Si-woo kept pressing her like a persistent, spoiled child.
– My hands still shake when I think about yesterday. My heart was pounding all night, so I couldn't sleep at all.
Mom began to explain her feelings and state of mind since then.
– I thought you fell into a deep sleep because you seemed to lose consciousness at the end.
Si-woo had truly believed that.
– I woke up in the middle of it. You did that weird thing to Mom's face!! Do you even care how a mother feels when her son does something like that to her?
It seemed the memory of Si-woo’s bold audacity from the night before had suddenly rushed back to her.
– I'm sorry, Mom. I thought you might like that kind of thing...
He could have teased her like usual, but Si-woo offered a cautious apology instead.
Mom was silent for a long time again.
– You should have cleaned up before you left -_-^ Se-young sometimes wakes up and comes over in the early morning, so you have to be careful.
Mom’s words seemed to subtly hint at future encounters.
– Yeah... Okay, Mom. I'll be careful.
Si-woo replied, following the ambiguous flow of the conversation.
– I know exactly what you want to do to me, Si-woo.
– It's not like I haven't done those things with your father before.
– To be honest... I don't hate that kind of thing.
His mother’s first sincere confession was beginning.