Chapter 112: Side Story - Mother (33)
Chapter 112: Side Story - Mother (33)
"Oh, were you coming back today?"
When they returned, the house wasn't empty. Kang Yu-ri, sprawled out on the sofa and fiddling with her smartphone, greeted her brother and mother.
For the heavily stimulated Kang Yu-jin, it wasn't exactly a welcome situation, but he couldn't afford to get caught. He spoke as calmly as possible.
"It just worked out that way. I don't have anything to do tomorrow, but I wanted to get back early."
"Really? Was the trip not that great?"
"No, it wasn't that... it’s just a bit tiring being away from home."
"Ah~ I get that!"
His younger sister, Yu-ri, replied with a smirk. Meanwhile, Kang Yu-jin glanced behind him.
His mother was still at the parking lot, using the excuse of parking the car and unloading the luggage.
Since Yu-ri was quite sharp, there was a concern that she might catch on to their twisted relationship.
Yu-jin’s role was to check if Yu-ri was home and, if she was, buy enough time for his mother to come in, change her clothes, and clean herself up.
‘She’s going to show eventually once she gets pregnant anyway...’
Now that his reason had returned after ejaculating once, worry began to set in, but he couldn't dwell on those thoughts for long.
If his crotch started to bulge, there was no way his sharp-witted sister wouldn't notice.
So, Yu-jin stepped into the house, giving Yu-ri casual responses.
"Where's Mom?"
"She's unloading the bags. She told me not to help. Said I should just rest since I’d be tired."
"Huh? Really? But I want to help..."
His sister trailed off cutely. Because Yu-jin was already in an incestuous relationship with their mother, he was afraid he might start seeing his sister in that light, so he deliberately reacted bluntly.
"It's fine. Mom can handle it all herself."
"Hmm...?"
"Oh, more importantly, I bought you a gift."
His sister tilted her head suspiciously. Her gaze, directed at him while she lay on the sofa, felt piercing, so Yu-jin held out a shopping bag to distract her.
"Wow! A present! What did you get?"
"A bit of everything. I bought so much it’ll be faster if you just look for yourself."
As he said, there was quite a lot.
It was partly because he had bought things for her whenever they stopped somewhere, and partly because he had bought a lot of items to distract her, following his mother's suggestion.
Fortunately, the result was definitely positive.
His sister seemed to completely abandon her suspicions and her desire to help their mother. She let out an exclamation and began rummaging through the shopping bag.
Seeing so many gifts she liked, Kang Yu-ri’s face lit up.
"As expected of my Oppa! It’s all stuff I love!"
"I put some thought into it."
"I should give you a kiss!"
Before he could even react, his sister approached and pecked him on the cheek. Yu-jin froze at her reaction, and his sister giggled, hugged the shopping bag, and ran off to her room.
Watching her walk away, the thought that crossed his mind wasn't that she was cute.
It was closer to distress.
The distress of realizing that his crotch was swelling and that even such skinship from his sister was making his heart flutter.
And that wasn't all.
"...Son."
His mother's voice, sounding somewhat ominous, came from right behind him.
He froze and slowly turned his head to see her.
His mother was looking at him with a cold expression. Yu-jin swallowed hard. Lee Seon-mi let her eyes wander to where her son had been looking, then reached out and grabbed his crotch.
"Are you cheating on me?"
He couldn't argue that it was just normal sibling skinship. Yu-jin was already essentially his mother's lover, and from today, they were planning to sleep together on the premise of having a child.
"No. It's not like that..."
"Then what is this?"
Perhaps that was why his mother didn't hesitate to grip his crotch, looking up at him with eyes tinged with subtle jealousy.
It was something that was partly intentional and partly not.
It worked as intended, and he could feel his crotch bulging even more. Even though his sister could come out and notice at any moment, he felt himself getting excited by the situation.
The fact that his mother was jealous of his skinship with his sister...
It seemed to act as another stimulus for him. It was exactly what she had intended.
She knew she shouldn't be dissatisfied, but Lee Seon-mi felt an strange discomfort in her chest.
Getting hard because his sister kissed him? Was she not enough?
If he thought of his sister instead of her while ejaculating, the count would...
‘No, the number of ejaculations doesn't matter anymore.’
She realized that fact a moment too late and knew it was all just an excuse, but she didn't admit it.
She simply glanced toward Yu-ri’s room and led her son away.
"Mom..."
"Go wash up first and wait in my room."
He was pushed into the bathroom. His mother, Lee Seon-mi, waited until the moment her son turned on the shower before leaving.
There were many things to prepare. She needed time. The time was ripe, and her daughter didn't seem to be coming out, likely planning to go to sleep.
It was a stroke of luck for her.
Even if they were caught, it was fine. Lee Seon-mi decided not to hesitate anymore.
Since she had decided to save her son no matter what, and since she had realized her affection for him, there was no reason to hesitate.
She went straight into her bedroom, left the door slightly ajar, and changed her clothes.
She took off her underwear, sticky with semen, and removed her stockings.
Standing naked, Lee Seon-mi debated whether to wait like this or do something else.
‘...No.’
Knowing she couldn't perform the act for their first intentional pregnancy while feeling dirty or smelling, she gathered her discarded clothes for laundry and opened her wardrobe.
Deep inside the wardrobe, among countless clothes, was an outfit that sharply triggered her memories.
An outfit she had kept even though she knew she might never wear it again.
It felt as if she had kept it just for this moment.
It wasn't a professional one, but something she used to wear during practice.
Still, it was an outfit that would surely be provocative to her son.
Lee Seon-mi’s trump card. She took the outfit, hid it in her arms, and waited for her son to finish washing.
"...Mom."
After waiting for a while, she beckoned to her son as he appeared at the door.
Her son approached, glancing behind him to check Yu-ri’s closed door before coming close and pressing his lips to hers.
It was skinship that a mother and son might share, yet their lips met with a lingering stickiness. Only after several bird-like kisses did Lee Seon-mi speak to him.
"Wait for me. I'll be right back after I wash up."
"...Are we really going to do it?"
"Yes."
"If Yu-ri finds out..."
"This bedroom has good soundproofing."
Her son blinked at the heavy implication. But his mother didn't elaborate and left the room.
There was much to prepare for today.
She left the room naked and entered the bathroom, washing herself thoroughly.
Lee Seon-mi mentally listed everything she needed to prepare.
To clean her body and approach this with the determination to give her son everything.
To save her son that way, and perhaps... to fall into ruin together.
With the single thought that she wouldn't let her son carry the burden alone, Lee Seon-mi finished cleaning herself and put on the clothes she had prepared.
"...It's a bit tight."
The words escaped her lips involuntarily. It was to be expected since she hadn't worn it in so long, but Lee Seon-mi felt the cruelty of time.
She had tried her best to maintain her figure, but it seemed too much time had passed since her retirement.
‘...He’ll probably like it more this way.’
Lee Seon-mi felt certain as she looked in the mirror.
She was confident in her looks and her body.
It was more than confidence; it was a conviction. A conviction that this body was more than enough to seduce her son.
But it didn't stop there. From today, she intended to make her body something he couldn't resist, something he would have to pour all his desires into.
She carefully examined her reflection in the mirror.
Her breasts were so swollen they looked ready to burst.
Her thighs and hips were slightly fleshier now, making the outfit cling to her.
Her prominent leg lines and, above them, the face of a world-class ballerina.
How many years had it been since she retired? She thought she would never wear this outfit again because her injury made a comeback impossible.
But this, too, was for her son. Lee Seon-mi steeled her heart and began to walk.
As the ballerina Lee Seon-mi, and as the mother and lover who would have sex with her son all night long to get pregnant with his seed.
She crossed the darkened hallway and opened the door to the bedroom she once shared with her husband. The door wasn't locked, so it opened without resistance.
Her son, who was sitting on the bed, naturally looked up and froze.
"...Mom."
Kang Yu-jin looked at his mother.
His mother, Lee Seon-mi. A world-class ballerina.
A beautiful presence on stage who had once been his first love, though she had since retired.
A beauty who felt so distant he could never reach her, a being who seemed to live in a different world from him.
That mother was now standing there, wearing a familiar ballerina’s outfit.
A leotard, they called it. The outfit that would have fit perfectly before her retirement had become tight over the long years since.
It was lewd, as if it had been crafted for a single purpose.
Yu-jin swallowed hard as he looked at his mother.
He was feeling something similar to when he had splattered his semen on her face.
It was a sense of conquest. A sense of conquest that came from seeing his noble mother, who had seemed unreachable, fall all the way down beneath his cock.
Beneath his naked torso, Kang Yu-jin’s cock stood tall, and Lee Seon-mi entered the room and locked the door.
It was time to begin.