Loving Mom, Yoo Ji-hye (2)
'I'm going fucking crazy.'
I couldn't tear my eyes away even if I tried. Earlier on the stairs, I'd only caught a fleeting glimpse from afar. Her snow-white skin and areolas painted pink like watercolor were flawlessly smooth, without a single bump. Right in the center, nipples the size of fingernails stood out sharp and clear. Cherry lips? What a joke. These were cherry nipples. They looked so plump and taut, like they'd burst with a pop if I put one in my mouth and bit down.
Vrrr—pretending to dry her bangs, I pressed right up against Mom's back and ducked my head lower. At this angle, even the mirror wouldn't give away what I was staring at.
'Fucking gorgeous, for real...'
Sure, I'd sucked on Selena's tits endlessly in the game without a care, but no matter how realistic, they still fell a bit short compared to real human flesh. What good was sensory feedback matching reality if the mental satisfaction didn't measure up?
'Damn it.'
Too busy keeping my gaze hidden, I'd dried her hair without realizing. I set the dryer down and pressed my fingers firmly into her crown and the sides of her head.
"I'll give you a head massage."
"Oh my, extra service today?"
Mom flashed a beaming smile at my reflection in the mirror, playing innocent as ever. That unguarded grin suddenly stabbed at a corner of my heart.
"Mmm, right there. Feels so good."
"...Want me to rub your neck too?"
"You will? Lately work's been piling up, and it feels all knotted. Might as well do my shoulders too."
Mom swept her hair to one side and casually slipped her shower robe down a bit, as if it were the most natural thing. Below her creamy nape, her flawless white shoulders came fully into view.
"Ahh, haa...!"
Probably just from the relief, but to my lewd-demon ears, it sounded like a sultry moan. As I kneaded her neck and shoulders, I leaned in closer.
'Shampoo scent...'
The faint fragrance wafting from her fluffy-dried hair tickled my nose. By the time I felt a twitch in my lower abdomen, my cock was rock-hard, pressing into Mom's back.
'...Fuck, I'm screwed.'
Had she noticed? Maybe she'd just think it was my thigh? A quick glance in the mirror showed her eyes closed, head bowed peacefully, oblivious.
'Pulling away would be awkward.'
Right now, it was squished between my thigh and her back, less obvious. But stepping back would focus all the pressure on one spot. I kept massaging, waiting for it to go down, when suddenly Mom yanked my arm.
"Huh, Mom?"
"Hyun-ho."
She bent my arm and pulled me into a back-hug position. Probably coincidence, but while my left hand rested near her collarbone, my right landed squarely on her breast. Through the gaping shower robe, her areola was fully exposed—my fingers frozen right on top.
"You know how much Mom loves her Hyun-ho, right?"
"Y-yeah... I know."
"Mom would do anything for Hyun-ho. Anything you want, anything."
Mwah. Her lips brushed my arm. She pecked me anytime, but tonight it burned especially hot against my skin.
"Doesn't Hyun-ho love Mom?"
"...I do."
The mood felt off. I'd even set a save point, steeling myself to maybe make a move, but now my body wouldn't budge.
And then, gripping my arm tight, Mom asked in a pitiful voice.
"You'll live with Mom forever, right? You won't abandon Mom just 'cause you're all grown up?"
"Why say that?"
A surge of emotion hit me—I hugged her tight and buried my face in her hair. It was subtle, but her body trembled faintly against mine.
"Wanna sleep with Mom tonight...?"
"Huh?"
"Mom's got no work tomorrow... no plans in the morning either."
"Uh..."
Dangerous. Sure, what's wrong with mother and son sharing a bed? But reason screamed alarm bells.
"Our son loved snuggling into Mom to sleep."
A lump formed in my throat. The soft sensation against my right hand felt just like the one from hours ago in the Novel Continent.
"You'd grope Mom's tits and suck on her nipples like a baby... Don't you remember?"
I barely lifted my creaking head to see my hand—now fully cupping her breast, guided by her. The silk-smooth skin clung to my palm. Instinctively squeezing, chewy yet fluffy flesh filled my grip like taffy.
"M-Mom..."
Dazed, I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Gently rubbing the firm bud between thumb and forefinger drew a needy moan that rang in my ears.
"Mmm... Hyun-ho..."
Mom showed no resistance. As her son toyed with her erect nipple, she just exhaled warm, lazy breaths against my cheek and ear, like she loved it.
"Did our son miss Mommy's tits that much...?"
That question snapped me alert. Beneath the seductive tone lurked words I couldn't ignore.
The moment I heard "son" and "Mommy," I looked in the mirror. My flushed face, bloodshot eyes, half-open lips—pure male lust incarnate.
Mom's face, by contrast, was serene. Softly curved lips smiling, eyes brimming with affection, staring straight at me. Nothing like my sex-crazed self—just her usual tender, motherly expression.
'You beast, worse than a beast.'
To a mom who gave such blind, boundless love, this was wrong. No matter how much I vowed to live depraved, there were lines. Regression left memories. Was I ready to carry this forever?
The choice was mine. I couldn't justify my filthy desires on her love.
'No... this isn't what I want...'
I yanked my hand from her breast and stumbled back. I wanted to bolt and hide in a hole.
"G-gonna game all night!"
"Hyun-ho?"
"Good night!"
Slapping away her reaching hand, I sprinted upstairs at full speed.
"Haa..."
Yoo Ji-hye let out a deep sigh. Through the wide-open door, she watched her son's back as he dashed toward the stairs.
"What's got him in such a hurry?"
Thud. The door slammed shut. He'd said all-night gaming, so probably into the capsule room.
'Was I too pushy...?'
She turned to the mirror. Below her slipped-down shower robe, her exposed breasts and nipples stared back—still the ones Hyun-ho had massaged and rubbed moments ago. Even to her, the perky tips reeked of arousal.
"They look this pretty to my own eyes... Does my Hyun-ho not like Mommy?"
Her resident registration said late 30s, but her body was that of a vibrant early-20s woman. Not just looks—skin, hair, blood, muscles, bones, metabolism, organs, hormones. Every physiological aspect was perfect. Few 20-something women worldwide could match her health and vitality.
"...He definitely reacted, though."
Her fully grown son reeked of manhood. The way he'd stared holes through her breasts while drying her hair. The hard something pressing into her back.
She'd noticed his erection ages ago, drying her hair. Felt like a damn club.
"Roughly... this long, maybe?"
From below her shoulder blades to her waist. Yoo Ji-hye spread her hands to gauge the cock's size on her back.
"A bit under one and a half handspans... Oh my."
Probably over 20cm, give or take. She grinned and opened a drawer. Inside a small frame, a faded photo: her in the middle, flanked by a middle-aged man and woman smiling.
"Sis, bro. I've been trying hard. Right?"
The man and woman next to her in the photo unmistakably resembled Hyun-ho. She planted a light kiss on the glass and closed the drawer.
"When will our Hyun-ho love Mommy back...?"
She knew how terribly he cherished her. The grumbling was routine, the cold shoulders occasional—she understood it all. He couldn't forgive himself for feeling lust toward his mom.
'I even wore loose clothes and flashed my tits on purpose...'
Just moments ago proved it. When push came to shove, he'd frozen like an innocent boy—so adorably cute.
"Hyun-ho, Mommy's... still waiting."
Did her son know? Despite the calm smile, the instant his hand rubbed her nipple, she'd felt a weak climax.
"Hngh..."
The discarded shower robe was soaked at the bottom. Lying on the bed, legs spread, she slid fingers between them.
Squelch. Love juices trickled from her neatly closed pussy. She gently rubbed her plump, swollen clit.
"Ahn... Hyun-ho..."
Her left hand pinched and tugged the tingling nipple—the very breast he'd groped earlier.
*Daily consecutive update bonus B-cut. Chapter 8 Yoo Ji-hye nude version.
