Chapter 108: Side Story - Mother (29)
Chapter 108: Side Story - Mother (29)
Lee Seon-mi opened her eyes first.
It was partly because waking up early had become a habit, but also because a woman’s stamina didn't drain as much as a man’s.
And rightfully so. A man’s ejaculation was a draining affair; unlike a woman’s experience, it was a direct expenditure of his vitality.
Seon-mi quietly opened her eyes and looked at her son lying beside her.
Her lovely baby. The son she had willingly tangled her body with to save, only to end up enchanted by him herself.
Looking at his face, she felt a surge of emotion welling up from deep within—one that, surprisingly, preceded any sense of regret or self-loathing.
It was a mixture of maternal instinct and something similar to family affection, yet strangely different.
Just as one falls in love faster when there is a catalyst, she realized she had been headed for this path from the moment she first crossed the line, determined to save him.
If she didn't cherish her son, if she didn't love her family...
If she lacked maternal instinct, it might have been different. But that wasn't the case.
She was beginning to see her son sexually, falling for him as a man.
She realized that her actions to save him were no longer driven by a sense of duty, but by personal desire. Even now, as she stroked his broad chest, her heart fluttered.
As his sturdy arm wrapped around her waist and she stared blankly at his peacefully sleeping face, her heart raced. He’s my son. The son I suffered through labor to bring into this world.
Yet, yesterday, Lee Seon-mi had viewed that same son as her husband.
She had accepted the semen filling her uterus as the rightful affection of a husband, and even amidst their tangled limbs, she had moved with the sole intent of monopolizing his attention and love.
‘I really am… a wicked mother.’
The excuse of wanting to save him was starting to feel like a mere pretext. She leaned her shoulder against his, feeling the heat of his body rising against her, and let out a long breath.
Watching her son’s face was quite enjoyable. They say you can find joy just by looking at the face of the one you love while they sleep.
If that person was her son, it was even more so.
She had been deeply moved watching that tiny baby learn to walk, and then suddenly grow into a man.
She loved him because he was her son, she loved him as a man, and she felt a profound sense of the passing time when she remembered that this grown man was the infant she had birthed. Seon-mi reached out and placed her hand on his chest.
It was a firm chest, hardened by exercise. That alone had the power to make her heart skip a beat.
Before all this started, it had just been her son’s body, nothing more. Now, just looking at him made her heart pound.
‘To feel butterflies because of my son.’
If she had told herself this just a month ago, she would have been beyond horrified and disgusted. But faced with an inevitable destiny she couldn't avoid, Seon-mi unconsciously leaned down and kissed her son’s cheek.
It was a reflexive action. An inexplicable impulse fanned by an emotion deep within her large breasts.
There was an anxiety that she might burn up if she didn't act on it. It was irrational, but Seon-mi couldn't find a reason to hold back.
“…Whew.”
And that impulse didn't stop at a mere kiss on the cheek. Eventually, Seon-mi moved her body, cupping her son’s face with both hands and lying on top of him.
His body stirred briefly before settling, and she felt his morning erection, standing tall even in sleep, pressing against her. Feeling that, she cradled his cheeks and pressed her lips to his.
Mwah, mwah, chu, mwah.
A succession of kisses. In the midst of kisses that could be seen as both motherly and lover-like, blurring the lines until they were indistinguishable, she felt a thrill fill her belly as she continued to kiss him.
Finally, feeling the cock pressed against her thigh twitching, she slowly opened her eyes.
“Good morning.”
Upon opening her eyes, she saw her son’s face, looking flustered yet aroused. He seemed to be struggling to grasp the situation, not yet fully awake.
However, the way he didn't seem overly shocked or terrified—because he was already used to these acts—was adorable.
Did it mean he had already accepted deep in his heart that he had become his mother’s lover? Just thinking so made her heart flutter and tighten strangely.
“…Seon-mi.”
The way he called her name quietly, his voice husky with sleep, sent a shiver down her spine. Seon-mi’s shoulders trembled slightly, and she reflexively swallowed the words, ‘You shouldn't call your mother by her name.’
Instead, she acted coquettish.
“Yes, darling.”
The cock against her thigh gave a violent jerk. It was a phenomenon that made her breath catch in her throat. Seon-mi lowered her head again, and her son responded to her kiss in his own way.
Chu.
First, a bird kiss. Their lips met and parted completely. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he pulled on Seon-mi’s arms as she tried to lift her upper body, parting his lips for a deep kiss.
“Nng, nnh, mm.”
Their lips parted, and their tongues tangled. Since they had just woken up, the taste of saliva was strong, but even that was a delicacy. She unconsciously wiggled her hips, and her son, while gasping for breath, gripped the buttocks of his mother, wife, and lover as he kissed her.
The wet sound of mixing saliva echoed. With every mwah, chu, hng sound, his cock gave a great throb.
Still, the mother and son’s lover-like kiss did not end. After a long while, at a point that felt like several minutes had passed, their tongues and lips parted, leaving a sense of deprivation.
They were both breathing heavily into each other’s faces.
“It might be a bit much to do it first thing in the morning.”
[Number of erections caused by Mother: 134]
He said this even as he stood fully erect. Seon-mi rolled her eyes, deep in thought.
They were going to wash together anyway, and if they did, they’d probably end up doing it again.
If they wanted to go on a date today, should they wash separately? Just the thought of that made her chest tighten strangely, so Seon-mi toyed with her son’s chest while she pondered.
“You can do it if you want to. Mom is for your exclusive use, after all.”
His cock throbbed again. Her son looked at his mother with an expression full of hesitation and longing before shaking his head.
“No, Seon-mi. You said you wanted to go to the theme park. If we start now, I feel like we’ll be doing it all day.”
“We can go later.”
“Still. I think it’ll feel better to enjoy the date first and then have sex.”
That was true. Seon-mi agreed, yet she couldn't stop herself from feeling strangely pouted. She climbed off his body and lay prone beside him.
With her large breasts exposed, her son chose something other than just lying there resting before getting ready.
“But I think I can at least masturbate right now.”
“…Huh?”
His hand slipped under the covers, his right hand moving nimbly to stroke his cock.
There was hardly any sound, but she could tell just by the way the blanket was shifting.
Seon-mi watched her son, who had suddenly started masturbating right next to her, and the fact that she couldn't see anything stimulated her imagination.
The cock that poked inside her almost every day, vomiting countless amounts of cum into her stomach.
That thick, cute, and gallant son-cock.
Just imagining it made her face flush. Seon-mi watched him while hugging a pillow.
“…My Seon-mi, you already have the look of a female, don't you?”
At her son’s natural use of her name and his choice of words, she squeezed her pussy, causing the internal walls to rub together.
“Calling your mom a female…”
“But you really look like one.”
“Still…”
“You actually like being treated like a female, don't you?”
“Fine, whatever.”
Though she hugged the pillow as if pouting, Seon-mi kept her eyes on him. Her son, watching his mother’s face while masturbating, spoke up.
“Want to see?”
“…Yes.”
She told herself it was because it was probably uncomfortable for him to masturbate like that, but Seon-mi didn't miss the opportunity and watched as the blanket was pulled back.
Beyond it, as expected, was his busy right hand.
With every up-and-down motion, pre-cum coated it stickily. It was clean because she had sucked it thoroughly before they went to sleep, but it was still her son’s cock, carrying the deep scent of her pussy juice.
A son-cock already heavily marked by his mother’s pussy. Seon-mi squeezed her pussy again and suddenly sat up.
“Open your hand.”
“Huh?”
Though questioning her, he followed along quietly. As if giving a reward to a good boy, Seon-mi opened her mouth and let thick saliva drip between his hand and his cock.
‘…It’s not enough.’
Even that was clearly not enough. After some thought, she eventually lowered her head and suddenly took her son’s cock into her mouth.
She took it in all the way to the root in one go, moving her tongue to spread the saliva. When she lifted her head after those wet movements, her son’s cock was glistening, drenched in her thick saliva.
“Now you can keep going.”
It was an act far too lewd to be called simply helping her son masturbate, but since they had already done plenty of creampies—at least dozens of times—it was no big deal.
Seon-mi lay back down, her body slightly turned toward him as she watched him masturbate.
“When you cum, do you want to do it in my pussy? Or on my face?”
Her son was now so aroused he didn't even speak, just moving his hand. Gasping for breath, he was simply moving his hand rapidly.
“Does it make you horny, showing Mom how you masturbate?”
“Yeah, a lot. It’s incredibly hot.”
Since even his gasping words were slick with desire, Seon-mi stared blankly at him masturbating.
Obscene words that should never be uttered hovered on the tip of her tongue.
“My baby, I should have done this for you since you were little.”
His cock gave a violent twitch. Unlike his shocked eyes, his hand moved even faster. Realizing that these weren't just empty words, Seon-mi couldn't stop her mouth.
“Then, we could have dated longer and had sex longer.”
“…You’re right. We should have done this sooner.”
Her son agreed, and Seon-mi exhaled sharply, imagining that past that never happened.
“Once you’re done, let’s wash up separately, get dressed, and eat.”
“Yeah, I should. I should, but…”
His hand, which had been moving increasingly busily, now gripped the base and moved in short, rapid strokes. Sensing his impending ejaculation, Seon-mi leaned her body in.
“How do you want to cum?”
“Pussy… just the head inside the pussy.”
“Pervert.”
Haaah, her leaking breath was hot. Without hesitation, Seon-mi leaned down, kissed him, and then lifted her leg beside him to expose her pussy.
“Put your son-cum in Mom’s pussy.”
Despite the rather explicit words, her son reacted honestly.
The glans entered. The large head pushed into the tight pussy hole, hanging at the entrance and delivering an instant, pleasurable sensation.
As her waist shuddered, she could feel the foreign sensation spreading into her belly.
[Number of times ejaculated due to Mother: 73]
[Son, Kang Yu-jin, has ejaculated 73/100 times targeting Mother, Lee Seon-mi]
Twenty-seven times left. Trembling, she lay on her side with her leg raised, quietly accepting her son’s cum into her pussy and uterus. She took the semen, which he discharged as naturally as if he were born to do so, deep into her womb.
Feeling the warm sensation spreading inside her, Seon-mi even allowed her son to grip his mother’s waist and thrust his cock deep inside before pulling it out.
The head didn't come all the way out, staying hooked at the pussy hole, but she didn't find even that strange.
He clearly wanted to discharge even the last bit of semen remaining in his urethra inside her.
“Did it feel good?”
“…Yeah, amazing. Can I… do it again later?”
The mention of a "later" made her heart flutter strangely.
Being injected with cum after he masturbated, almost as if she were being bred, was a strange feeling.
But knowing that saying this would make her son even hornier, she nodded.
“Yes, because Mom is your exclusive female.”
Feeling his cock twitching and scattering semen inside her, Seon-mi unconsciously curled her lips into a smile.
“Then, shall we go on a date today?”
Thinking that today, too, she would spend some intimate time with her son.