Chapter 4: Growing Desires (Mom, Se-hee, Se-young) (Home, Living Room)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 4: Growing Desires (Mom, Se-hee, Se-young) (Home, Living Room)
As dinner was drawing to a close...
Si-woo, who had been eating with his head down, unsure of where to look ever since his eyes met his sister's, heard his mother speak.
"Mom’s going to wash up first, so Si-woo, you handle the dishes and clean up the rest, okay?"
Overwhelmed by the embarrassment and shame of being caught by his noona, Si-woo pretended to shove rice and side dishes into his mouth while keeping his head lowered.
"Okay."
Mom gave instructions to Se-hee Noona and Se-young as well.
"You girls just help move the dishes to the sink."
"Yeah, okay."
The two of them answered in unison.
"Se-young, are you sleeping in Mom’s room again today?"
As she stood up, Mom asked Se-young in a routine tone, almost like a tour guide checking the head count on a group trip.
"Yeah, with Mom..."
Se-young trailed off shyly, as if embarrassed to answer in front of her older siblings.
"Alright then."
Mom gave a calm reply and headed toward the first-floor bathroom to take a shower.
"Oppa, should I help you with the dishes?"
Se-young, who had been briskly moving the plates, spoke up thoughtfully as she stood.
"No, it’ll be over soon. I can handle it alone."
Si-woo had no choice but to decline Se-young’s kind offer because his erection hadn't subsided yet.
After Se-hee Noona and Se-young moved the dishes from the table to the sink, they each retreated to their rooms.
Earlier, when he was caught staring blankly at his mother’s buttocks, Si-woo had felt a surge of shame so intense his face burned.
However, the erection showed no signs of fading.
Far from subsiding, that very shame seemed to act like a sweet seasoning that stimulated his arousal, making him burn even hotter.
* * *
Si-woo finished the dishes and was about to head back to his room.
He heard the sound of the shower spraying inside the first-floor bathroom.
Mom is in there right now, soaking her naked body.
At that thought, Si-woo’s cock swelled to its limit, feeling as if it might burst.
In front of the bathroom was a dressing area that doubled as a laundry room.
A fabric screen stood before it, intended to shield the bathroom’s opaque glass door and the open dressing area from view from the living room or kitchen.
However, if one were determined, the interior was easily visible depending on the angle.
Through the gap in the screen, he could see the clothes piled in the laundry basket.
Among them, a piece of purple fabric caught his eye.
It was the underwear Mom had just taken off.
The purple panties that, until moments ago, had been wrapped around his mother’s most private place.
Si-woo quietly pushed the screen aside, stepped into the dressing area, and stood before the laundry basket.
The sound of the water hitting the floor in the bathroom was loud.
Through the glass door, he could see his mother’s flesh-colored silhouette, though her form was barely discernible.
On a small side table next to the basket, he saw the fresh panties and light purple silk pajamas Mom would change into.
Si-woo glanced toward the bathroom and then the living room before taking a deep breath.
Then, he grabbed the panties Mom had discarded in the basket and, careful not to make a sound, returned to his room.
His breathing grew ragged.
He locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed.
He pulled down his pants, liberating the massive organ that had looked ready to pierce through his fly.
Then, he brought his cock to the part of the panties that would have touched his mother’s secret mound and wrapped it.
The soft texture of the panties, removed only moments ago, was transmitted directly to his entire dick.
In this moment, Mom became Si-woo’s slave once again.
He imagined pushing her down from behind as she crouched naked on the dressing room floor, forcing her onto all fours.
Mom’s pussy, thrust backward as her knees and face pressed against the floor.
He ruthlessly plunged his cock into that pussy.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, mounting her as if pinning her down, and thrust relentlessly.
As if trying to start a fire, he constantly rubbed his large cock—from the glans to the root—inside his mother’s pussy.
In the sobbing moans that escaped her, there was no longer any trace of a mother’s authority or dignity.
After violating her for a long time as if committing a rape, he finally released his grip on her waist and began slapping her buttocks.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Aaaah!"
The moment Mom’s sobbing mixed with a scream...
Si-woo couldn't hold back any longer and exploded, pouring his semen into the panties.
Then came the hollow emptiness that follows masturbation.
As he wiped the semen off the panties with toilet paper, Si-woo felt a sense that there was no turning back now.
He crumpled the semen-stained tissues and threw them deep into the trash can.
The trash was nearly full of tissues stained with the semen he had produced today.
He made sure the lid was closed tight so the smell wouldn't leak out, then put his pants back on.
He stuffed his mother’s panties, damp with the semen that had soaked into the fabric, into his pocket.
Then he lay back on the bed.
A wave of self-loathing washed over him.
He closed his eyes and decided to stay limp for a while.
The contemptuous look in Se-hee Noona’s eyes from dinner flashed through his mind.
Si-woo clutched his head in agony.
* * *
Exhausted after masturbating, Si-woo had fallen asleep for a short while.
When he opened his eyes, it was nearly 10 PM.
Usually, this was the time when everyone in Si-woo’s family was asleep...
He felt the panties in his pocket, confirming it wasn't a dream.
He stood up, realizing he had to put Mom’s panties back in the laundry basket.
He also needed to shower. Grabbing a fresh pair of underwear, he opened his door and checked the hallway.
After confirming no one was around, he crept down to the first-floor laundry room.
The laundry that had been in the basket had already been moved into the washing machine.
He buried Mom’s panties deep among the other items inside the machine.
Si-woo stripped off all his clothes, tossed them into the washer, and went into the bathroom to shower.
While showering, he replayed the day’s events one by one.
Cheol-jin hitting Aunt Gyu-ri’s buttocks at his house...
Coming home and masturbating for the first time while fantasizing about Mom...
Getting caught by Se-hee Noona while staring at Mom’s butt in the kitchen...
And even stealing Mom’s panties to masturbate once more...
A sense of exhaustion, as if he had spent all his energy, washed over him.
At the same time, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment.
The satisfaction of having purged all the beast-like impulses that had been raging within him...
After finishing his shower, he dried himself with a towel.
Thinking everyone was asleep, he walked out of the dressing area wearing only his underwear.
Just then, he saw Mom coming out of the master bedroom, carrying Se-young.
"Si-woo, are you just finishing your shower now? It’s late, you should have done it earlier," Mom said upon spotting him.
"Uh... Mom... Yeah, I just finished."
Si-woo answered awkwardly.
Part of the awkwardness came from being seen by his mother in nothing but his underwear, but the bigger part was the jarring disconnect between the mother standing before him and the one from his recent fantasies.
"Didn't Mom tell you before not to walk around the house in just your underwear?"
"Oh, I thought everyone was asleep. Sorry."
"You have to be careful since Se-young and Se-hee are here. You’re a second-year in the Intermediate Academy now, so you’re not a child anymore."
"Yeah, I know. I’ll be careful, Mom."
In Si-woo’s house, walking around in underwear had become taboo shortly after he entered the Intermediate Academy.
Back when he was in the Beginner Academy, he often saw his family members walking around comfortably in their underwear; Se-hee Noona and Se-young hadn't been particularly self-conscious about it.
The same went for Mom and Dad.
Thinking back, it meant his eldest sister, Se-jin Noona, had walked around the house in her underwear until Si-woo was in the Intermediate Academy and she was nearly a second-year in the Advanced Academy.
Si-woo even remembered witnessing Se-jin Noona walking around the house after a shower with her large breasts exposed, not wearing a bra.
—And she did it quite naturally, even in front of their father, who was also in his underwear.—
As Si-woo grew up and the ban on underwear in the house was enforced, he didn't question it much, simply assuming that the dynamics between mother and daughter were different from those between siblings.
"But are you moving Se-young to her room?" Si-woo asked, looking at Mom holding Se-young.
"Yeah. Could you open the door to Se-young’s room for me?" Mom requested.
Si-woo hurried over, opened Se-young’s door, and turned on the light.
After watching Mom lay Se-young on the bed and tuck her in, Si-woo asked, "You’re not sleeping together today?"
Mom let out a small, complaining sigh.
"Sleeping together is only fine once in a while. Mom can't sleep well when someone’s next to her. And Se-young leaves the light on in the master bedroom because she’s scared. If she does that, I can't get into a deep sleep, and I’m tired all day. Se-young needs to get used to sleeping alone now! Oh, right! I heard you went to Gyu-ri’s place today?"
After venting her minor frustrations, Mom suddenly asked Si-woo as if she had just remembered.
"Uh... yeah..."
Si-woo answered nervously, wondering if Mom somehow knew what had happened at Aunt Gyu-ri’s house.
"I was going to borrow a sleep mask from Gyu-ri. If I’d known you were going, I would have mentioned it."
"A sleep mask?"
"Yeah. Since Se-young sleeps with the light on, I think I’ll need one for a while. Gyu-ri has a lot of those things."
At Mom’s comment about Aunt Gyu-ri having "a lot of those things," Si-woo thought of the SM tools Cheol-jin had been looking for, and his heart began to race.
"I’m supposed to see Gyu-ri at our house this weekend anyway, but I need it right away. If you have time after the academy tomorrow, could you stop by Gyu-ri’s house and pick up the mask? I’ll tell her about it tomorrow morning."
"Yeah... okay. I’ll go after the academy tomorrow."
Si-woo agreed immediately, feeling a surge of inexplicable anticipation related to Aunt Gyu-ri.
"Phew, anyway, Se-young is all grown up now; she’s getting heavy to carry," Mom said as she finished getting Se-young settled.
"I know. Kids really do grow up fast," Si-woo replied, offering a formal agreement to his mother’s words.
"Haha! Someone might think you’re Se-young’s father. There’s only a thirty-year difference between you and Se-young, you know?"
Amused by Si-woo’s mature tone which didn't match his age, Mom teased him by using formal speech.
Though it was a joke, hearing his mother suddenly use formal speech toward him stirred a strange emotion in Si-woo.
Besides, "Se-young’s father"—didn't that essentially mean Mom’s husband?
Suddenly, a peculiar, heart-aching excitement surged within him.
It felt quite different from the arousal he had felt while masturbating earlier.
"But anyway, since you’re Se-young’s older brother, please look out for her more from now on, okay?"
Mom spoke to Si-woo while stroking the sleeping Se-young’s hair.
She seemed quite worried about Se-young, who had recently shown an excessive attachment to her.
"Yeah, don't worry, Mom! I’ll take good care of Se-young."
Si-woo answered, wanting to ease his mother’s worries.
"Well, in that case, from now on, Si-woo, you should be the one to move Se-young to her room at night."
"Huh?"
"You stay up late anyway, don't you? Se-young is usually asleep by this time. You can come into the master bedroom and turn off the light, too! Yeah... let’s do that. It’s not a difficult favor, so Mom can ask that of you, right?"
It was a sudden request from Mom, following the playful mood.
As Mom said, it wasn't a difficult favor.
In fact, he felt lucky, thinking he would get to see his mother sleeping every night.
"Yeah, okay, Mom."
Si-woo answered immediately with a joyful heart, without a moment's hesitation.
And so, Si-woo began entering the master bedroom every night to move Se-young.