Chapter 87: Side Story - Mother (8)
Chapter 87: Side Story - Mother (8)
Even though a stickiness was spreading inside my pants and I felt utterly depraved, I firmly believed that all of this was some kind of force majeure.
And I had every reason to. After all, if one were to set aside the fact that the woman before me was my mother, anyone would admit that things couldn't help but turn out this way.
It wasn't the kind of story I could ever tell another soul.
Nevertheless, I felt justified. Or rather, I was desperate to believe I was.
Thanks to that desperation, I was able to ignore the viscous fluid currently leaking inside my trousers. Ignoring it didn't make it disappear, but it allowed me to act with a semblance of dignity.
Fortunately, the fact that I was already soaked through provided a strange sense of familiarity.
"Shall we... wipe the floor now?"
I spoke, trying my best to act as if nothing were wrong. There was no way Mother could know I had just ejaculated, so as long as I acted confident, there was nothing to fear.
"...Let's do that."
However, I wasn't entirely in the clear. To sweep and scrub the floor, we both had to bend over.
"Clean over there. Mom will take care of this spot."
Whether she was aware of the power her body held or not, Mother began to scrub the floor in a posture that made it impossible for me to look away.
Mother’s ample rear filled my vision. The sight, naturally drawing my eyes, transformed into various stimuli—stimuli that caused the member in my pants to twitch amidst the mess of semen, despite having just finished.
I could feel it swelling again. Blood rushed downward, and a pleasant dizziness surged through my head.
Fortunately, Mother wasn't looking my way. Thanks to that, I could focus—or pretend to focus—on the cleaning while my cock stood shamelessly erect.
I scrubbed the floor. As I rubbed the tiled surface with a steel scourer, I watched the almost non-existent dirt wash away.
Only my mind and heart remained filthy. I pretended to scrub while stealing glances upward, swallowing hard as I watched Mother’s hips sway gently from side to side.
It would have been better if she were at least wearing clothes; then, even if it were suggestive, my lust wouldn't be surging like this.
Mother was neither naked nor fully dressed, a state that stimulated my imagination while providing more than enough visual provocation.
But at this point, I couldn't help but wonder: was she really doing this without knowing how she looked?
The suspicion that flickered for a moment was easily defeated by the weight of common sense. There was no way. Mother was Mother, and she surely saw me as her good son.
She probably couldn't even imagine that her son, watching her, would be so overcome with lust that he’d end up making a mess in his pants.
That was the common-sense reaction of a mother, and the common-sense response of a son. For a moment, swept up in a surge of shame and frustration, I tried to clamp my mouth shut and cast my eyes down, but—
"Are you doing okay? Do you want Mom to help?"
When Mother suddenly turned her head to face me, I couldn't bring myself to look away.
There was a strange excitement in it.
The prominent curve of her back, the slight fold at her waist...
Passing over her waist and abdomen, where a subtle softness had settled since she stepped back from active duty, my eyes traveled up to her voluptuous breasts and down to her hips.
Mother’s body—which had etched allure, depravity, and guilt into my mind throughout middle school—was now displayed before me in a confident posture.
The sight was bewilderingly seductive and unbearably provocative.
Inside my semen-stained underwear, my wet cock throbbed. The voice of reason, telling me this was wrong, was easily ignored.
Mother might not be thinking anything of it, but to me, this was something uncontrollably stimulating.
Even Mother’s underwear wasn't the plain or modest kind.
Not that I wouldn't have been erect if it were.
Even so, there are limits.
Mother’s large breasts—perhaps even larger than the ones I had once caught a glimpse of on my eldest noona—were visible, their nipples forming dainty points.
Those breasts were encased in a tight, ornate black bra.
They looked like they would more than fill a hand. No, it was certain they would overflow.
If breast and hip size were symbols of motherhood, a strange thought occurred to me that Mother might possess a greater maternal capacity than anyone else on Earth.
But that wasn't all. Mother’s hips, still swaying as she brought them close to my face, were vividly apparent.
It was a rear that possessed a magical quality, making me vividly remember its texture even though I had never touched it.
The most important fact was that I had never touched it in my life. Yet, it was planting non-existent memories in my mind.
Mother stood there—her hips possessing an elasticity that felt like they would bounce a hand away the moment it was placed on them, her face defying her age, her body matching that beauty, and her massive breasts proving her motherhood after bearing four children.
I had to suppress the urge to let my hand drop.
Why was I being like this? I wasn't originally this kind of person.
In middle school, it was common to be swayed by lust, so that was understandable.
And it was true that my mother, sisters, and younger sibling were all beauties who drew great envy whenever they appeared at school for parent visits or graduations.
Even so, the way I was burning with lust while looking at my mother right now felt distinctly wrong. It felt as if I weren't myself. I could feel that something was different.
"Yu-jin, are you alright? Are you dizzy?"
In the midst of that, I heard Mother’s voice. It was a voice deeply permeated with clear worry and an indescribable nuance.
"No, it's just..."
Wait, was I? Wouldn't it be more important to say I was dizzy and get out of here? As I struggled with the conflict and barely managed to look at her, Mother turned around and pressed her forehead against mine.
With her eyes gently closed and her forehead pressed against mine, her hand softly stroked my cheek.
Those lips. That beautiful face with its long, dark eyelashes.
A youthful face without a single wrinkle despite her age, often mistaken for my older sister when we walked together.
When I lowered my eyes to avoid being swept away by the surging desire, I saw my crotch bulging and throbbing violently.
The view of Mother’s breasts from above was also exceptional. I felt her flinch noticeably, but I was sure it was just because my head was getting hotter.
"...You do seem to have a fever."
"That's..."
"Do you want to rest? Mom will finish up."
Two desires clashed simultaneously within me. The common-sense desire to remain a good son to my mother, and the desire mixed with semen inside my sticky, swollen crotch that far outweighed it.
I swallowed hard. Without realizing it, my eyes traced the line from Mother’s breasts to her lower abdomen—the slight swell that was a mark of childbirth—and the mound of her pussy covered by her panties.
"No, I'm fine. I'll... help you clean."
In the end, I lost to the desire to see more. But as long as I didn't put it into words, no one would know, and Mother wouldn't know my inner thoughts.
I lowered my posture again and began to scrub the floor. Mother watched me for a moment with eyes that were hard to read, and then—
"...Ah."
With a glance that brushed past my crotch, she turned her back to me.
"Let's do that, then. We should finish quickly and eat."
Mother spoke with her usual expressionless, cool demeanor and returned to cleaning.
I stared intently at her back.
Whether it was a blessing or a curse, Mother didn't seem to know I was watching.
As if she didn't care, she hooked her index finger into the part of her panties that had been swallowed by her buttocks and pulled them out, a gesture that stimulated me immensely.
I etched that image into my retinas and made a vow.
I would keep this wicked desire only here.
Once I left this room, I would go back to being a good son.
While Mother wasn't looking, I slipped my hand into my pants and briefly toyed with my cock, which was drenched in semen.
The thrill of potentially being caught served as a potent spice.
*
[Kang Yu-jin]
[Age: 20]
[Gender: Male]
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……
[Number of Erections caused by Mother: 64]
[Number of Ejaculations caused by Mother: 18]
[Current Action: Observing his mother, Lee Seon-mi’s buttocks while performing pressure masturbation.]
[Advice: Pressure masturbation can result in erectile dysfunction, penile curvature, and inflammation.]
[Currently Applied Effect: Target-Limited Heat (Target: Lee Seon-mi)]
[Remaining Duration: 71 hours 16 minutes 27 seconds]
[!Unlock Quest!]
[!This quest can be unlocked and performed by completing certain prerequisites!]
[Son, Kang Yu-jin, ejaculates 100 times targeting his mother, Lee Seon-mi (18/100)]
[Reward: Unlock Reward Quest ‘Social Perception Modification for Kang Yu-jin, Military Exemption’]
[Progress for this quest includes ejaculations prior to viewing the Status Window.]
Lee Seon-mi’s eyes darted about. Feeling the heavy breaths against her backside, she was overcome by a mixture of ticklishness, unspeakable shame, and a deep sense of apology.
But when had she ever had a choice?
She had seen a dream, and she instinctively knew it wasn't just a dream.
Even now, it was the same.
The probability that this mysterious phenomenon—which told her things she didn't know, everything she was ignorant of, and even what her son was doing right now—was lying was slim.
Even if it were, she had to do something.
Rather than her son getting hurt, dying, or ending up in a state worse than death...
She believed it was better to do this, even if it meant instilling shameful and wrong desires in him.
So she endured. She endured, planned, and executed.
There was no problem. She believed her son wouldn't notice that she was spending an excessively long time scrubbing one specific part of the floor, or that she wasn't looking back even though his breathing was becoming ragged.
Her son was currently too swept up in lust to pay attention to such things.
So, he surely wouldn't notice. With that conviction, she tugged at the edge of her panties covering her labia and let them snap back, all to make it easier for her son to ejaculate comfortably. The thought that her flesh might be glimpsed made her hesitate, but she was a mother.
A mother could do anything to protect her son. Literally, absolutely anything.
She looked at the 'Status Window' shimmering behind her tightly closed, bashful eyes.
[Number of Ejaculations caused by Mother: 19]
[Son, Kang Yu-jin, ejaculates 100 times targeting his mother, Lee Seon-mi (19/100)]
The number changed, and a long, hot breath was exhaled toward her spine.
It was something that gave her a tingling sensation of uncontrollable lust and a sense of achievement at the same time.
After the brief thought that she had managed to draw out one more, she looked down worriedly as she heard the squelching sound of mixing semen.
[Advice: Pressure masturbation can result in erectile dysfunction, penile curvature, and inflammation.]
This method couldn't be sustained. She needed to improve the method, to find a different approach.
She thought.
About how far she could go for her son.
Amidst her deepening concerns, Lee Seon-mi let out a faint groan and unconsciously adjusted her damp panties.
[Number of Erections caused by Mother: 65]
Knowing full well that her son was still watching, she firmly believed that this was a necessary task to save him.