Chapter 103: Side Story - Mother (24)
Chapter 103: Side Story - Mother (24)
Kang Yu-jin nodded, though he couldn't help but feel a flicker of concern.
He was worried his mother might lead him straight to a hotel or a love hotel. Of course, it wasn't that he was unwilling, but his body was exhausted, and the lingering traces of motion sickness made the prospect of immediate sex with his mother feel like a daunting task.
If possible, he wanted to rest first and wait until he was actually in the mood.
"Have a seat."
Contrary to his fears, it didn't seem like his mother intended to jump straight into bed. Yu-jin sat down as she guided him, looking at her with a puzzled expression the moment he settled in.
"Mom, this place is..."
"A Ferris wheel."
"No, I know that, but..."
The question of why she had brought him here hung on the tip of his tongue. His mother’s blunt yet affection-filled eyes turned toward her son.
"I’ve wanted to go on one since I was a child."
Her childhood.
It was a part of her past he had rarely heard about, and honestly, a part he had never even thought to ask about. However, he wasn't completely in the dark. As a child, he’d had a chance encounter that revealed a glimpse into her history.
Even if Kang Yu-jin didn't fully know who his mother was now, he had a vague idea of who she used to be.
An orphan who, through a truly 'fateful encounter,' met a ballet mentor, learned the craft for free, and eventually became a world-renowned ballerina.
But unlike the public's perception, Yu-jin knew that none of it was mere fate. It was something achieved through his mother’s meticulous calculations. His mother was not a weak person who would cling to fate or coincidence; she was an upwardly mobile woman who had been capable of drafting such plans since she was a young girl.
Naturally, one question remained.
A woman who, through her own effort, planning, and thorough execution, had caught the eye of a famous ballerina and reached the pinnacle of her career through blood-sweating effort and rigorous self-management...
There was no way she hadn't ridden a Ferris wheel at least once in her life.
As if reading his mind, his mother sat across from him, staring blankly at the deepening twilight and the emerging city lights.
It wasn't that this was her first time on a Ferris wheel. However, back then, she had always been alone. She had always wanted to ride one with her family—even if that family had now become twisted and unconventional.
She was grateful for the fact that she was, at this moment, riding a Ferris wheel with family.
"Is this what you wanted to do, Mom?"
"Yes."
"Then, after this..."
"Once your stomach feels better, let's get some dinner."
Even the travel plans that followed were vastly different from what Yu-jin had anticipated.
Riding the Ferris wheel, eating dinner, taking a walk together, and browsing the night market. He didn't even need to check to know this was all part of a calculated plan, but Yu-jin had been expecting something much more focused on intense mating.
Doing it secretly at a tourist spot, sneaking into a restroom, or sharing a deep, affectionate moment of mother-son incest at a private lodging. That was the Japanese trip Yu-jin had envisioned, and in truth, even Lee Seon-mi had initially planned the trip that way.
However...
‘I haven’t had many chances to go on a trip with my son.’
When her husband was alive, they went on family trips often, but after he lost his life in a plane crash, they hadn't gone on a single one. Furthermore, since family trips always involved everyone without exception, she had never traveled with just the two of them.
Even when she performed all over the world, she was never alone or just with him. For her, this was a brand-new experience.
In such a situation, she felt she would surely regret it if she focused only on the act, obsessing over her 'duty' and letting the trip go to waste. As a mother, and as an older woman and lover, she felt that wasn't how she should behave.
So, she made a plan and led her son accordingly.
"Are you bored?"
"Oh, no. Not at all. It’s just... a bit unexpected."
She walked with her son, their fingers interlaced like lovers, her face hidden behind a mask. She was the mother, and he was the son; if anyone looked closely, they could easily tell their relationship.
To prevent any potential trouble, she partially covered her face. Thanks to that, the two looked less like mother and son and more like a younger man with a slightly older lover.
They looked like a simple couple. That fact sent an unspeakable heat rising within her.
"Unexpected, how?"
"Well..."
The son, sensing the atmosphere, looked at her tentatively. His mother gently pulled his arm, pressing it against her breast.
"This is Japan. No one is eavesdropping on our conversation."
More accurately, even if they did eavesdrop, they wouldn't understand. Emboldened by her words, Yu-jin glanced around before speaking.
"I thought... you would have planned a much more 'sticky' trip, Mom."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, well. Given how things have been lately."
As he said, her entire daily routine lately had been focused on extracting his semen and having sex with him. They had done it in the car, and even right after exercising while drenched in sweat. She had even gone as far as sacrificing her workout clothes, modifying them specifically for the purpose of having sex with him.
His assumption was both rational and realistic.
Even though Lee Seon-mi understood this...
"Do you dislike having an incestuous relationship with your mother?"
She didn't show that understanding, choosing instead to provoke him. Naturally, it led Yu-jin to think, 'Ah, Mom is teasing me,' while simultaneously making him feel aroused.
Regardless of the secondary goals of the trip, the primary objective was ultimately to keep her son in heat and collect the remaining 38 ejaculations.
Fitting for that purpose, the son jumped in surprise and looked around.
There were curious glances, but no looks of contempt. Even though she used explicit vocabulary, she hadn't used the word 'sex'—a word understood globally—so it was difficult for anyone to guess their topic just by hearing it. Unless they were proficient in the language or knew Korean, it would be hard to be certain of what was being said, even if it sounded strange. Knowing his mother’s consideration, the son couldn't help but blush.
"Mom...!"
"But I like doing it with my son."
"No, I mean, saying things like that in public..."
"It’s exciting, isn't it?"
The son couldn't refute those words. He just stood there with flushed cheeks, his mouth hanging open before he finally shut it.
His mother thought he was adorable. She felt a sense of innocence typical of a boy who had never dated in his life, which gave her a sense of composure and, at the same time, an uncontrollable sense of depravity.
The fact that she had corrupted such an innocent son and turned him into a complete incest addict...
And the thought that no matter what kind of relationships he had in the future, or what became of their mother-son bond, he would never be able to forget her body or her touch...
It gave Lee Seon-mi a thrill of depravity that was almost electrifying.
She managed to compose her emotions as they walked, cherishing that sense of depravity. It served as proof that she still maintained some level of reason, and it would provide an excuse to pull herself together once her son eventually grew tired of these acts.
And so, the mother and son walked quietly, focusing on each other.
The son felt the weight and fullness of the breasts beneath Seon-mi’s prominent sweater, recalling how he had touched them and been serviced by her just the night before.
Lee Seon-mi savored the hardness of her son’s forearms, the veins bulging on his hands, and the sculpted beauty of his muscles, imagining his hands caressing her.
Their steps were aimless yet leisurely, and the walk—something they could have done anywhere—offered a uniquely different experience.
In a strange, unfamiliar land where no one knew them, where no one could suspect or condemn their relationship.
The experience of enjoying an incestuous date while relishing the sense of depravity.
Though it was an experience they couldn't—and shouldn't—have often, the mother and son realized it was more enjoyable than they had expected.
As their walk continued and they reached a point where they had to turn their heads sharply to see the skyscrapers, Kang Yu-jin realized his mother had intentionally led him in this direction.
"Mom, this place is...?"
"A ryokan in the city."
"Ah."
As she led Yu-jin inside, his mother held his arm and firmly interlaced her fingers with his, looking up at him.
"You’re feeling motion sickness, aren't you?"
As they were guided past the reception, having apparently made a reservation, his mother pulled his hand and spoke.
"Motion sickness is painful, and I don't want to make my precious son suffer just for my own pleasure."
Even in this kind of relationship, she looked after him with a motherly touch.
Even though their bodies knew and reacted to the excitement and pleasure, and even though their physical contact was closer to that of lovers...
Lee Seon-mi still hadn't discarded the actions and thoughts expected of a mother.
To Kang Yu-jin, that felt like an unbearable source of arousal.
The fact that he would be tangling his body with such a mother like an animal when night fell; the fact that just a while ago, on the plane, he had used her mouth to ejaculate into her stomach...
And the assumption that his semen might still be inside her stomach...
It made Yu-jin’s crotch swell and his heart beat faster.
It was an excitement that Lee Seon-mi couldn't help but notice clearly.
Her eyes shifted. Following a message that suddenly floated in the air, her eyes narrowed as she looked at her son.
[Number of erections caused by Mother: 118]
"...Son."
At her words, spoken in a rare scolding tone, the son hunched his shoulders.
They arrived at the room following the employee's guidance and set down their luggage.
Lee Seon-mi tapped the bridge of her son’s nose as if she had no choice.
"Just be patient for a little longer. I’ll take care of you in the family mixed bath."
At that, the son nodded his head vigorously.