Mother, or Mom
I stepped out of the shower room. Mother was in the middle of cleaning the hideout. The sight felt strangely surreal. There she was, vacuuming in nothing but a bikini. It was such a fantastical image that I stood there staring, momentarily dazed.
Those long, straight legs. The plump curve of her ass. The smooth line of her back and the delicate nape of her neck. Mother really was beautiful. It wasn’t just my biased eyes—objectively, she was stunning. Every time she moved, I caught glimpses of the soft swell of her sideboob, the smooth hollow of her underarm. When she bent at the waist, her hips rose and tightened in a way that tempted me all over again. Mother’s very existence was erotic.
Even though I had just finished inside Seunghee, my body reacted with complete honesty the moment it saw her. I quietly approached Mother from behind.
“Oh my!”
When I slipped my arms around her in a gentle hug, she jumped with a startled yelp.
“You little—! Don’t scare me like that!”
“Sorry, Mother.”
Even as I apologized, I didn’t loosen my hold. Her body was so soft and plush, so warm and pleasant. She smelled wonderful, too. I pressed my nose against the nape of her neck and breathed in deeply. Haa. It was a scent that made me happy. A scent that made me feel at peace.
Mother’s face flushed red.
“What’s gotten into you? Mom has to clean. Let go.”
Her tone was exactly the same as always. I couldn’t detect even the slightest hint of jealousy.
“Can’t you clean later?”
Still holding her, I rubbed my cock against her ass. Her plump cheeks bounced it back with a soft rebound. She must have felt the half-hard length pressing against her. Mother shot me a sideways glare.
“Didn’t you just do it with Seunghee?”
Ah!
“It’s not good for your body to do it too much. Let’s stop for today.”
She tried to gently push me away. I didn’t want to force her if she truly didn’t want it. But something told me I couldn’t back down now.
“I tried to hold back after being with Seunghee. I didn’t want to hurt you because of me.”
Honestly, if Seunghee complained that it hurt too much, I figured I could just give her a potion. But not Mother. I tightened my arms around her.
“But I couldn’t. For me, it has to be you, Mother. No one else will do.”
“Changjae… ah.”
The moment her strength gave out, I scooped her up effortlessly. She clung to my neck in surprise.
“I did it with Seunghee in the shower on purpose. Do you know why?”
I carried her to the new bed and laid her down, then looked straight into her eyes.
“Because I wanted my first time with you to be on this new bed.”
“…Do you really think saying something like that would make Mom happy?”
Mother looked up at me with half-lidded eyes. She looked so adorably petulant that it didn’t match her age at all, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You say that, but really, you think doing it with Seunghee feels better, don’t you?”
“What are you talking about? It’s fine if Seunghee feels a little pain, but if you’re in pain, it hurts me too. That’s why I tried to hold back.”
“Nothing but pure lies.”
What the hell was going on? When I had seen the system message, I’d been only half convinced—but Mother really was jealous of Seunghee. Of course, she was saying it half as a joke. Still, even in that teasing, a sliver of genuine feeling hid beneath the surface. It tickled something deep inside my chest. The fact that Mother was jealous of Seunghee filled me with an inexplicable joy.
“I’m serious, Mother. Don’t you trust me?”
“You probably said the exact same thing to Seunghee, didn’t you? Mom knows everything. I’m a love expert, after all.”
“I didn’t. What can I do to make you believe me?”
Conversations like this with Mother felt refreshingly new. It really did feel like we were actually dating. Who would have thought the day would come when we could share this kind of sweet, playful banter? I should probably thank whoever dropped us on this deserted island.
“…Then.”
The playful look on Mother’s face shifted. She seemed a little nervous now.
“Instead of ‘Mother’… call me ‘Mom.’”
“……”
Mother. And Mom. To me, the difference had always been a way to separate my birth mother from the stepmother who had raised me. And from the beginning, Mother had wanted me to call her Mom. She said “Mother” felt too distant.
When I was little, she often told me to call her Mom. But I had stubbornly kept calling her “Mother” all this time. Eventually, she stopped asking. It wasn’t that I was particularly attached to the title. It just felt… uncomfortable. Calling her “Mom” seemed different from calling her “Mother.” That was all.
It still felt that way now. I could say it if I wanted. There had simply never been a reason to before.
“──Yes, Mom.”
The moment I said it, Mother’s eyes flew wide open.
“Mom, it’s true. To me, you’re the most precious person in the world.”
I looked straight into her eyes and spoke with sincerity. Those large, beautiful pupils instantly welled up with tears.
“…This is a little embarrassing, though. Until it feels natural, can I switch between ‘Mother’ and ‘Mom’?”
“Yes… yes, Changjae. Yes, that’s fine.”
Mother kept nodding, over and over. Thick tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Thank you, Changjae. Thank you for calling me Mom. Thank you…”
I gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. A pang of guilt hit me, like I was taking advantage of her feelings.
“I’m sorry, Mom. If I had known, I would have started calling you that sooner.”
“No, I’m grateful you’re calling me that now. Mom is really, really happy…”
I kissed her on the lips. The title had changed, but our relationship remained the same. Mother returned the kiss.
Chuup.
Kissing Mom. The realization brought a fresh wave of guilt—guilt of the depraved variety. It was bitter, yet sweet. Like strong liquor. It awakened a new kind of desire inside me.
“Mom, does it still hurt?”
“No. Mom doesn’t hurt at all.”
I knew it was a lie. It meant It hurts, but you can still do it. Even knowing that, there was nothing I could do about it now. In this moment, refusing her would hurt her more than going through with it. And above all, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I kissed her again and peeled off her bikini. At the same time, she stripped me of my clothes.
“Chup, chuup, haa, haa, chuup.”
Just from the sound of her breathing, I could tell how excited she was. I felt the same. A strange, intoxicating thrill ran through me, different from usual.
Mother became fully naked first. I broke the kiss and finished removing my own clothes.
“Haa, Changjae… Mom is… Mom is…”
Worry flickered in her eyes. The guilt she carried was probably far heavier than mine.
“It’s okay, Mom.”
I kissed her again so she wouldn’t have room for other thoughts. I hoped the kiss would act as even the smallest sedative.
“Mmmh, chuup, chuup…”
While our lips were locked, I suddenly caught sight of Seunghee over Mother’s shoulder. She was standing near the shower room, watching us in an awkward, half-crouching posture. I pulled my lips away and whispered into Mother’s ear.
“Mother. It looks like Seunghee wants to watch. Should we show her how much we love each other?”
“T-that’s…”
“We made a promise, didn’t we? ‘Mom.’”
She flinched. The word drained all resistance from her in an instant. I gestured for Seunghee to come closer.
“Mom, I’m sorry. I said I wouldn’t do it today. Your son is just too impatient.”
“No… Mom is fine, Changjae. Mom wanted this too. I wanted to do it with you like this…”
Mom’s eyes grew misty with tears again.
“Mom is sorry. I should be the one holding back… I’m sorry for being this kind of mother…”
The fact that Mom wanted me too brought me more joy than anything else.
“Mom. Can you sit up for a second?”
Following my request, she grabbed my arm and pushed herself upright. She probably expected missionary again like last time. But I wanted to try something different every time.
“Mom. Sit here.”
I pointed at my rigid cock while remaining seated on the bed.
“H-here?”
“Yes. Sit down while you put it in.”
The face-to-face sitting position. Mom hesitated, then carefully lowered her hips. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, but watching her pussy descend slowly right in front of my eyes was a hell of a view.
Then, my cock made contact with her folds. The soft, plush texture and sticky nectar coated my glans. Mom gently grasped my shaft, aimed it at her entrance, and began to lower herself onto it.
As expected, her pussy was already drenched—no foreplay needed.
“Ung… khh…!”
Like a snake swallowing its prey, her pussy spread wide and slowly engulfed my tip. Very, very slowly.
Seunghee had climbed onto the bed at some point and was staring intently from right beside us.
“Ung, haat?!”
Plop. Suddenly her legs gave out, and Mom dropped heavily onto me. My cock plunged more than halfway inside in one go.
“Haaaa…”
Mom’s insides were incredible, as always. The scorching heat, the way her vaginal walls writhed and squeezed, the perfect pressure that wrapped me without a single gap. It was a pussy that possessed both the tightness of a virgin and the welcoming depth of a mature woman. Above all, it was Mom’s pussy—the one that loved me absolutely. There was no way it could feel anything less than perfect.
“Haa, haa, haa…”
Mom grimaced at the hard intrusion that had struck her most sensitive spot. I could only stroke her back slowly, praying the pain would fade.
“Mom, it feels so good.”
“Yes… Mom too…”
She smiled through what looked like tears. It must have hurt a lot. I couldn’t just sit there and watch her suffer.
“Mom, I’ll buy a healing potion.”
“No, it’s okay.”
She caught my hand before I could reach for the phone.
“Mom is really fine. If I think of this pain as something you’re giving me, it makes Mom happy.”
Then, like a true lover, she laced her fingers with mine.
“Since Mom couldn’t give birth to you… at least let me do this much…”
“Mom…”
She smiled with heartbreaking tenderness.