Chapter 102: Side Story - Mother (23)
Chapter 102: Side Story - Mother (23)
"Huh? You're going on a trip?"
At her mother's words, Yu-ri wore a look of pure bewilderment.
"So suddenly?"
"Yes. Yu-jin is taking a leave of absence from school, and it's right before he has to enlist in the military. He said he wanted to use the money he saved to take me on a filial piety trip."
"A filial piety trip... That doesn't sound like Oppa at all."
Her reasoning was simple: the Kang Yu-jin she knew wasn't the type of person to plan and execute something like a 'filial piety trip.' Despite his younger sister's suspicious gaze, Kang Yu-jin remained stoic.
After all, the true purpose of this trip was a form of 'filial piety' that wasn't actually filial piety at all.
"I'm old enough to have grown up a bit, aren't I?"
"I didn't mean it like that, but... where are you going?"
"Japan."
"Japan?"
Kang Yu-ri was startled by her brother and mother's words, her face quickly falling into a pout.
"What about me? I want to go to Japan too!"
"Yu-ri, you have to go to school."
"If I just tell them I'm going on a trip and take a break..."
"Yu-ri."
"Fine, fine. I get it. You're going to buy me presents, right? Right?"
However, neither Kang Yu-jin nor Lee Seon-mi could take Yu-ri along. The purpose of the trip was what it was, and there were many things Lee Seon-mi had to do during the journey.
They were the kind of things that absolutely could not be caught by Yu-ri or anyone else—things that could only be vaguely glimpsed by people who didn't know the exact nature of this mother and son's relationship.
Lee Seon-mi didn't hesitate to explain to Yu-ri why she had to stay home, and she proceeded to handle the travel preparations and planning with lightning speed.
In that regard, Lee Seon-mi's choice of Japan as the destination was no coincidence.
Although the Korean Wave had made the Korean language not entirely foreign in Japan, it was still rare to find someone who could grasp the context and details of a conversation.
Even with English, which was part of compulsory education, most people would rather use body language or avoid a foreigner asking for directions in English than answer fluently.
Korean, which wasn't part of the compulsory curriculum, would be even safer. Lee Seon-mi intended to use that safety as an additive to heighten her son's sexual desire and excitement.
"It's been... a really long time since we've traveled."
"Yes, it has. However..."
As her son's eyes turned toward her in confusion, Lee Seon-mi whispered softly.
"It's the first time I'm going on a filial piety trip to make love with my son."
Her son flinched violently. He scanned their surroundings, but the first-class tickets she had splurged on provided a secluded and private space. Reassured, her son trembled with an excitement born of a deep sense of depravity.
In a hunk of iron cutting unrealistically through the sky where cold winds blew, the mother and son sat side-by-side in the 'best seats for making love,' their fingers interlaced.
If someone looked closely, they might think the two looked alike, but people generally didn't pay that much attention to strangers.
The mother and son knew they could get away with acting like lovers.
And so, Lee Seon-mi leaned her head on her son's shoulder like a woman in love and exhaled a slow breath.
It was worth doing ballet.
Ballet involves acting. Though she wasn't a professional actress, the elements that enriched the artistry of ballet were cut from the same cloth as acting.
She made an effort to let a faint trace of romantic affection dwell beneath her expressionless face.
Beyond her expression, she even deceived herself into acting as if she harbored an affection for her son that transcended natural maternal love.
The results were steadily showing.
She felt her son's hand gently stroking the stockings she wore beneath her skirt. As she leaned her head on his shoulder and surrendered to his touch, she could feel his heart thumping wildly.
That wasn't all. With just a slight shift of her gaze, she could see his prominent erection.
Ready to act whenever her son desired, the mother silently accepted his hand as it delved deep toward her inner thighs, caressing her.
It doesn't even feel that bad to begin with.
In the past, if her son had acted this way, she would have been bewildered and cautioned him.
But she realized now that it wouldn't have felt purely unpleasant even then.
She loved her son too much for it to be truly repulsive.
Moreover, she wouldn't have wanted to become awkward or distant from him for such a reason.
She would have simply feigned ignorance, or even if she scolded him, she would have just said that this wasn't how one should behave toward a mother.
Now, in their state as both mother-son and lovers, as a 'wicked mother who feels more than maternal love for her son,' she ought to welcome it.
She pulled up the blanket covering her thighs to hide her son's hand and rolled her eyes to look at him.
Her son, who had been blankly watching a movie on the screen in front of his seat, turned his eyes to meet hers as if reacting to her gaze.
Their eyes met. Though a faint sense of depravity lingered in his eyes, it had long since faded significantly.
The guilt of being in such a relationship with his mother had vanished, replaced entirely by a social awareness that things would be difficult if they were caught.
She scanned the surroundings and then lowered her head.
"Son."
Her son's body reacted slightly to the deliberate title. The hand that had been stroking her inner thigh and rubbing over her underwear stopped.
There was no need to speak. However, as if to enjoy the thrill of a linguistically gifted flight attendant potentially catching on, she intentionally put it into words.
"Shall we kiss, Mom and son?"
Her son's body—specifically, a certain part of it—reacted. Lee Seon-mi felt it through her hand tucked under the blanket, and without hesitation, she leaned her upper body over and pressed her lips against his.
It started light. A gentle French kiss, pressing and rubbing their lips together.
But it didn't change the fact that it was a kiss a mother and son should never share. Lee Seon-mi kissed him with that in mind, keeping her mouth open to invite her son's tongue.
She engaged in a sticky kiss, feeling her son's tongue delve into her mouth without hesitation.
The sound of mixing saliva and tangling tongues filled the air. Beneath the rustling sounds, she felt her son's hand stroking along her stockings under the blanket.
But since they could be caught, she stopped at the point where their bodies were merely heating up. Lifting her head while watching the silver thread of saliva connecting their mouths, she saw her son's eyes glistening with clear lust.
"Did Mom's mouth feel good?"
"...Yes. It's getting hard to hold back..."
Her son trailed off. What he wanted was clear. It was because he knew it was the kind of thing that would get them labeled as a 'disgraceful airplane couple' on the internet.
But Lee Seon-mi didn't care. She lifted the blanket to gaze at his prominent bulge, then leaned down and lay with her head in her son's lap.
With the blanket wrapped around her and her head covered as if she were someone who couldn't sleep because of the light, it looked plausible enough.
It was unlikely, but if the noise was loud enough, it wouldn't be strange for someone to catch on after a reasonable suspicion.
That was why it felt like a sufficient thrill to her son. Lee Seon-mi knew this and acted that way on purpose, looking up at him.
"I'll do it without making a sound, so close your eyes and concentrate. Feel free to... whenever you're ready."
She saw a flight attendant passing through the aisle. Only when she felt the woman was far enough away did Lee Seon-mi whisper.
"Cum on Mom's neck whenever you want."
This was why she had made him choose pants with buttons instead of a zipper. She rubbed her cheek against his soft pants and the bulging crotch before skillfully undoing the buttons with her tongue, burying her head in her son's groin beneath the blanket.
[Number of erections caused by Mother: 117]
[Number of ejaculations caused by Mother: 62]
[Son Kang Yu-jin's ejaculations targeting Mother Lee Seon-mi: 62/100]
Since they had started like that from the beginning of the trip, it was only natural that her son looked a bit exhausted when they arrived.
It wasn't a long flight, but the fact remained that her son needed rest.
Lee Seon-mi intentionally led her son to a cafe so he could rest.
She ordered two cups of coffee in the Japanese she had already learned and returned to their seat. She didn't sit across from him. She sat intimately beside him, and her son, conscious of her, instinctively reached out with his hand to press down and hide her skirt even in his exhausted state.
Was it a sense of possessiveness? Seeing him act like a lover filled her with a mix of complicated emotions and relief.
It was because she felt certain she could reach the 100-count during this trip.
All that remained was to fill the remaining 38 times while traveling with her son.
But would that be enough? She didn't want to waste a trip she hadn't taken in a long time on just that single purpose.
She was a mother who wanted to save her son, and a mother who had volunteered to be her son's lover.
But at the same time, Lee Seon-mi was a mother who cherished her family and loved her son.
It was only natural that she wanted to have a good time with him. Sitting next to her son, Lee Seon-mi took a sip of her coffee and spoke.
"Son."
"Yes?"
"Is there anywhere you want to go?"
Her son's expression went blank. It was as if he hadn't expected her to ask now, or hadn't imagined there would be any other purpose to this trip.
But Lee Seon-mi was serious, and at her expressionless yet earnest tone, her son scanned their surroundings.
Everyone was Japanese. There was no one who seemed like they would understand Korean. And even if they did, so what?
He found his courage.
"I want to do it with Mom in a hot spring. I want to do it without worrying about getting caught in the morning..."
"We're already planning on doing that. Other than loving your mom?"
"Uh..."
Had he really only been thinking about that? Even as Lee Seon-mi found it absurd...
She thought her son was cute.
She remembered him confessing that he had never been in a relationship because he found women difficult his whole life.
While it was painful that his first relationship was with his mother, Lee Seon-mi steeled her heart.
What's done was done. If there was no turning back from this relationship, then at least until her son grew tired of it or stopped...
She, as the elder, the mother, and the older lover, would have to teach him many things.
And so, Lee Seon-mi gently stroked her son's cheek.
"Then, shall we do what Mom wants to do?"
Recalling the things she had dreamed of for a long time and kept only in her heart, she met her son's eyes with a gaze dripping with affection.
She intended to make this filial piety trip as intimate as possible.
Not just to save her son, but to recreate at least a part of the harmonious and special family she had once dreamed of.