Chapter 90: Side Story - Mother (11)
Chapter 90: Side Story - Mother (11)
In the bathroom, freshly cleaned just moments ago, I let my eyes wander, still feeling a profound sense of awkwardness.
The bathtub wasn't small. In fact, it was quite large—the very fact that two people could sit side-by-side in it now proved that much.
But just because the tub was spacious didn't mean I had ever planned on sharing my baths with someone else.
After all, both I and even Yuri were adults, or at least close to it.
Washing together like little children was something I couldn't even imagine anymore; even the simple act of someone entering the bathroom while another was using it almost never happened.
It wasn't that anyone had taught us that or told us it had to be that way. It was just how we had lived since we grew up.
At least, until right now.
"Yu-jin."
"…Ye-yes?"
My mother’s voice, calling me softly, snapped me back to my senses. I looked at her, feeling the warmth of the water soaking my body.
Actually, when I first saw my mother’s naked body not too long ago...
Even then, she hadn't made any blatant effort to cover herself. If anything, she had displayed herself as if wanting me to see, which had left me quite flustered even before I understood her intentions.
But now, knowing what she intended, things looked different.
Between her parted legs, I could see her most private area. To put it bluntly, it was a place that made me feel like I would lose my mind to self-loathing.
It was clearly wet with something other than water, glistening, and her breasts were slightly flattened against her crossed arms.
"That’s smartphone addiction. When you’re washing, just focus on washing."
That’s what she said. If not for what had happened just moments ago, I would have thought she was simply giving motherly advice.
But now, I suspected that wasn't it.
Was she telling me to stop looking at my phone and focus on her? Despite her words and intent, I glanced at my smartphone for a moment.
On the screen, my mother’s face was clearly visible.
It wasn't a family photo or a selfie like the ones we took once in a blue moon.
It was a photo of her face covered in my semen. It was something that made my cock throb just by looking at it.
And in my peripheral vision, I saw my mother’s eyes. Her gaze slid down to take in my cock before drifting back up.
She hesitated for a moment, her lips parting and closing, before she spoke quietly.
"Do you like it that much?"
Should I say I liked it? In truth, it wasn't that I had requested it or wanted to take it.
If anything, it was the opposite. I recalled her telling me to take it so I could 'use it when she wasn't home.'
I also remembered her lips—covered in thick smears of semen—as she sucked my cock, helping me spray the last of it onto her face and making me feel good.
Just imagining it made my cock twitch.
"You can use it if you get an erection while Mom is at the gym or away. Or..."
She suddenly cut herself off, her hesitation clear. She was surely uncertain if it was okay to act this way according to her own desires.
But she had already crossed the line, and she seemed determined not to hesitate any longer.
"If you ask me to send some for you to masturbate to, I'll take a few photos for you right away."
It was the kind of thing only the most passionate lovers would say or do. Seeing my cock now fully erect, I reflexively hunched my shoulders and put the smartphone away.
I couldn't believe it. All of this—my mother’s thoughts, the things we had done.
Even now, I was aroused; just looking at her lips or the face that had once been smeared with my cum made the blood rush and my cock throb.
And yet, I couldn't bring myself to ask for more or tell her to do something.
That mother.
The mother who was always so elegant, beautiful, and rational...
To think she harbored a twisted affection for me, laced with sexual desire...
I never could have imagined it. Not even back in middle school, when I was at the height of using my sisters or my mother as fantasy material, could I have imagined this.
Because of that, my shock was beyond words.
On the other hand, rationally, I could understand how it had come to this.
My mother had lost her husband.
And I was a son who resembled my father, at least in part. Her lusting after me... logically speaking, it wasn't entirely nonsensical.
Even if it left a massive problem in terms of ethics and violated the laws of nature.
That was why I understood her actions, yet couldn't understand them at the same time.
Rational understanding and emotional incomprehension clashed, making my head spin. In the midst of that, my mother’s gaze fell upon my towering erection.
"Shall I do it for you?"
"No, well, that is..."
"Really? You don't like Mom doing it for you?"
"It's not that..."
"I'm joking."
My mother... joking?
I looked at her in shock, and beneath her characteristically stoic expression, a faint smile played on her lips.
It was truly...
Even setting aside the fact that she was my mother, that we were naked together, and that just a moment ago my cock had been painting that face with semen while receiving her dedicated oral service—she was beautiful.
A body that was obscenely lewd, contrasting with her breathtaking beauty. And even more than that, a gaze drenched in desire directed at me.
I couldn't answer, never having imagined my mother could be this filthy, and she said to me:
"When you want to do it, just tell me you want to."
As my gaze drifted to her lips and my cock throbbed, she moved closer.
The tub was large enough for two people to lie side-by-side, so there was no discomfort even as she pressed herself right against me.
The discomfort came immediately after. She pointedly overlapped her body with mine. Our skin touched. Pre-cum surged out, and my body stiffened.
The large, soft breasts pressing against my arm, her supple thighs brushing against mine.
And I felt her wet, hot—truly, incredibly hot—pussy hole pressing against my pubic bone.
For a split second, I wanted to shove it inside. As I struggled to hold back, my mother’s hand stroked my cheek.
"I'll do it for you whenever my Yu-jin wants. Just speak your mind."
I swallowed hard without realizing it, and her eyes watched me intently.
It was a gaze where emotions seemed completely controlled, without even a faint trace of them visible. Her lips drew closer, and I closed my eyes instinctively.
Our lips met. A deep, passionate kiss—the kind I thought I’d eventually have with a girlfriend—followed my first kiss.
I shared a sticky, viscous exchange with my mother, something I never imagined she would be the first for.
Our tongues intertwined. She teased my tongue with an ambiguous sensation—somewhere between clumsy and experienced—and she sucked on my tongue and swallowed my saliva with the same dedication she had shown while sucking my cock.
Maternal instinct and sexual desire were tangled together there. It shouldn't have been that way, but there was no room for doubt.
Meanwhile, she gently pushed my cock up with her thigh, and the pussy that had given birth to me smeared its juices across my thigh and pelvis.
I was turned on. I felt self-loathing, I felt guilt.
I felt like I would go crazy from the sense of depravity, yet I was undeniably, incredibly turned on.
As if sensing this, she pulled back, a long thread of saliva connecting our lips, and gently gripped my cock.
"It's okay. This is what Mom wants to do, and Mom has always... wanted to be like this with Yu-jin. You don't have to feel guilty."
Despite the sweetness of her whispered words, her maternal tone, and her love, I couldn't bring myself to agree. It felt like the whispering of a devil.
"So you can just use Mom however you like. Understood?"
It sounded like she was lying just to ease my guilt, but the possibility that it wasn't a lie drove me mad.
The temptation to simply view my mother as an outlet for my sexual desires, to treat her like a lover, to perform a twisted kind of filial piety...
It felt all the more alluring because of the fullness and stickiness currently touching me.
"Do you want to cum?"
All the while, the hand moving up and down was persistent and felt wonderful. Her skin, smooth from careful maintenance, rubbed against my shaft, and every time she pressed down on the base, I couldn't stop myself from letting out sweet moans and ragged breaths.
"Cum a lot, my son."
With our lips pressed together and tongues entwined, I let out an amount in her hand that was incomparable to anything I had ever produced while masturbating alone.
Even with the thought that there was no turning back now.
Looking at my mother’s face, which seemed strangely resolute.
I got the feeling that this would become my new daily life.
Perhaps because of that, this act had already become a part of my routine.
Showering together, her seeing my erect cock and using her mouth to make me ejaculate.
Coming out and having dinner together while chatting. About things as unrelated to this topic as possible. I knew that if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to endure it any longer.
"Um, Mother..."
"Mom."
"Mom..."
"Yes."
"You said there was a way to get me out of military service... how is that going? Is there anything I can do to help...?"
However, this entire situation wasn't completely without its benefits.
If I had to name a benefit, it was that I could now talk to her without walking on eggshells.
So, excluding the current situation, I could bring up my biggest worry to change the subject.
"Yes, it's going well. There's nothing you need to do."
"I-is that so?"
"Yes."
"Then..."
Then what should I do about the leave of absence I took?
I held back the thought that suddenly occurred to me, but as if reading my mind, she sat on the sofa and watched me for a moment.
"How about taking a little break?"
A break. Those words sounded far too foreign coming from her mouth. So foreign that I didn't even know how to respond.
But even though I didn't answer, she continued.
"You've been going non-stop until now. Since you've already taken a leave of absence, I think it would be good to rest for a bit."
"But even if I rest..."
What exactly was I supposed to do while resting? It wasn't like I felt I lacked leisure or rest time.
So, as I looked at her, wanting to hear exactly what she had in mind, she gave a rare smile.
"Shall we play together, just you and Mom?"
Amidst the countless times I'd been flustered today, my eyes widened as she took my hand.
"Yuri went on a school trip."
"Oh."
No wonder she hadn't come home; she went on a school trip?
As I looked at my mother’s face in confusion, a certain intuition flashed through my mind.
An intuition that all of this might have been her intention.
"She won't be home for about a week. It's just the two of us."
Words heavy with implication. As I stood there frozen, her hand brushed my cheek and gently pulled me toward her.
"Let's play with Mom, okay?"
Playing with Mom. Could there be any words that sounded more alien than those?
Even as I thought that, I couldn't reject her kiss, and as we shared a sticky kiss, I found myself nodding without realizing it.
I was worried about how far this relationship would twist over the next week.
But at the same time, I couldn't help but look forward to it. It was an impulse even I couldn't understand. I didn't push away her hand as it reached for my crotch; I simply accepted it.
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[Erections caused by Mother: 72]
[Ejaculations caused by Mother: 24]
[Current Effect: Targeted Heat (Target: Lee Seon-mi)]
[Remaining Duration: 67 hours 17 minutes 06 seconds]
[Son, Kang Yu-jin, ejaculates 100 times targeting Mother, Lee Seon-mi: 24/100]