Chapter 92: Side Story - Mother (13)
Chapter 92: Side Story - Mother (13)
"Not like this..."
When Lee Seon-mi stepped out with firm resolve to face her son, his reaction was unexpectedly lukewarm.
It wasn't that she didn't understand. Arousal was just arousal; being in heat didn't turn a person into a beast driven mad by the urge to mate. Expecting him to pounce on his mother the moment he felt desire had been an overestimation.
She had fed him plenty of eel, but stamina-boosting food wasn't exactly a natural aphrodisiac.
Of course, the fact that she was covering her body played a part, but she made a conscious effort not to push too hard or too fast.
For her own sake, and for her son's.
She believed it was best to maintain a certain distance even while engaging in incest.
No matter what the consequences might be, in Lee Seon-mi's eyes, this was the best path forward.
And so, she approached him quietly. She felt a pang of regret and sorrow at the way his eyes followed her—a gaze that felt as though it were licking her skin.
Consciously recalling the scenes she had witnessed in her dreams, she walked toward her son without hesitation.
She intentionally widened her stride. As her robe swayed, glimpses of her pale, milky skin were revealed.
Her deliberate movements naturally drew his gaze, and beneath the robe he already wore, a part of him stood out, swollen and red.
Blood had already rushed there, engorging it. Seeing her son’s erect cock, Seon-mi felt a complicated swirl of emotions.
She couldn't exactly be happy that he was getting hard from looking at his mother’s body, but she felt she should be glad, considering it was a necessary step to save him.
Regardless of her divided heart, she pulled the fabric covering her chest slightly wider. She parted her legs just enough to guide his gaze toward her fully exposed pussy.
Just as a bead of arousal fluid gathered and dripped down before his eyes...
Lee Seon-mi sat down on the bed beside him.
"Son."
After calling him softly, the mother hesitated. She wondered how to set the mood and how to lead him toward ejaculation.
In truth, they had plenty of time. They hadn't just rented the room for a few hours; they were staying the night.
If she wanted, she could spend the whole night setting the mood and do it in the morning, or they could do it whenever he felt "turned on" during the early hours.
However, she felt that doing so carried a high risk.
Though she didn't know the slang, she was wary of what was commonly called "post-nut clarity."
If he regained his reason immediately after cumming, he might be overcome with self-loathing and distance himself from her, wasting precious time.
Sensing this instinctively, Seon-mi cultivated an atmosphere to prevent it.
"Do you like movies?"
"...Huh?"
He asked back, flustered. His eyes were wide. His reaction was clumsy, as if he never imagined things would take this turn.
Had he expected them to start right away? It was a fair assumption. Acknowledging this, Seon-mi sat close enough to touch him and met his eyes.
He had grown into a dignified man. He was so well-raised that even if he brought home a woman, she would have been justified in getting angry or stopping him if the girl wasn't up to his standard.
His face was handsome, and as she had already seen, he was a kind soul who couldn't entirely abandon his reason even while in the throes of arousal.
He had been like that since he was a child. From the moment he was born, when he was still so small.
Even then, he rarely cried, never giving his mother a hard time. Even after her cold reactions following her ballet practice, he would approach her, clinging to her for love, yet always ready to back away if he sensed he was being a burden.
He was her thoughtful, kind, and intelligent treasure. Just like Kang Yu-dam, Kang Yu-jin, and Kang Yu-ri.
The ballerina Lee Seon-mi had long since become the mother Lee Seon-mi, and she was willing to do anything for her treasures.
That remained true even now. She reached out and placed her hand on her son's cheek.
Gently, so as not to startle him.
"Shall we lie down and rest?"
"Uh... should we?"
Even in his excited state, the suggestion seemed welcome. Her son hesitated for a moment, and to ease his dilemma, Seon-mi lay down on the bed first.
Sinking into the plush mattress, she left her thighs exposed and allowed him to eye the glimpse of her pubic hair.
Still lying there, she quietly reached out and beckoned him.
"Lie down comfortably. If you're going to sit, straighten your back."
Reassured by her motherly tone, her son hesitated briefly before lying down on the bed.
As mother and son lay side by side, Seon-mi tried to remember the last time she had experienced something even remotely similar, but then she stopped herself.
It was a futile thought, one that only served to increase her guilt.
"The remote..."
"It's here. On the nightstand."
"Could you turn it on?"
"Ah, yes."
Relieved that she wasn't making a sexual move, her son turned on the large hotel TV.
"Will you put something on?"
"Mother, you should..."
"Mom."
"Mom, won't you... pick something?"
"No, you pick for me."
Though it was an act bordering on being spoiled, Seon-mi didn't hesitate. In truth, it was a much easier task than sucking her son's cock or taking his semen on her face.
Perhaps not realizing that, her son looked at his mother with surprise before fiddling with the remote to open a popular OTT service.
After the red logo flashed by, countless movies, dramas, and documentaries appeared on the familiar screen.
Admittedly, none of this was familiar to Lee Seon-mi. She preferred analog over digital, and books over movies or dramas.
But it seemed different for her son. Kang Yu-jin operated the remote with ease, stealing glances at his mother.
"Are you sure I should pick? Is there a... specific genre you want?"
His voice trailed off. Seon-mi immediately understood the meaning behind that trailing sentence.
He was clearly worried she might ask for something erotic or a romance. However, reading his worry and expectation, Seon-mi decided to subvert them.
"How about a documentary?"
"...A documentary?"
Her son looked at her, surprised. His expression showed that his expectations had been betrayed. Satisfied by this, Seon-mi gave a small smile and repeated herself.
"Yes, a documentary."
Even so, her son seemed to quickly rationalize the reason. He searched for documentaries, looked through the options, and carefully checked his mother's expression before making a choice.
The documentary he put on was neither provocative nor particularly interesting.
It wasn't even about historical facts. It was just a documentary about animal ecology.
Boring, yet interesting if one paid close attention, and perfectly suited to serve as background noise for a conversation.
Whether it was an intentional choice or not, it fit Seon-mi's intentions perfectly. Still lying down, she stole a glance at her son.
Her son was looking at her too. His gaze was hesitant and questioning, yet he did nothing but stare. Accepting his gaze, she watched the documentary.
The content was nothing special. It was educational, conveying common knowledge that was usually hard to come by.
That was all. Watching the documentary in silence, she finally spoke.
"Son."
"...Yes."
"It's a bit chilly."
"...Is it?"
His reaction was still one of surprise. Perhaps he had been wondering if things were about to start; even as he shrunk back, his erect cock was visible.
His touch was heavy as he adjusted his position as inconspicuously as possible.
Pretending not to notice his actions, Seon-mi beckoned him again.
"Yes. Will you come closer?"
At those words, her kind son hesitated but drew near. Resting her head between the pillows, she reached for her robe.
He flinched in surprise for a moment but didn't leave. Suppressing her great hesitation with a sense of responsibility and maternal instinct, Seon-mi threw off her robe.
As the robe fluttered to the floor, her naked body was vividly revealed.
Her vaginal opening was damp, dripping with arousal fluid, and stray droplets of water she hadn't wiped away clung to her porcelain skin.
She pulled the duvet over her white flesh. Her son's gaze traveled pointedly past her pussy, over her slightly rounded lower belly, her breasts, her nipples, and a mole, before finally reaching her face.
Naturally, his cock throbbed, but Seon-mi ignored it and spoke.
"You take yours off too."
"That..."
"Hurry."
When she spoke with a hint of command, her son hesitated but removed his robe. His hand trembled as he carefully placed it on the nightstand, revealing his muscular body beneath.
His body, tempered by years of fencing, was beautiful to behold.
If she weren't his mother but an ordinary woman, a woman he was about to date...
It wouldn't have been strange for her to throw herself at him, panting and dripping with slick as he pounded her. But Lee Seon-mi was his mother, and she was moved by duty and maternal love.
She couldn't say she was entirely devoid of excitement, but her iron-clad reason held her firm.
She pulled the duvet over them as they embraced, skin to skin.
The faint chill beneath the settling fabric vanished, replaced by her son's body heat as she pressed her cheek to his shoulder.
She placed her hand on his shoulder and guided his hand—which was hovering aimlessly—to wrap around her waist.
Inevitably, the surface area of their contact increased. The scent of his skin tickled her nose; rather than feeling disgusted or uncomfortable, a sense of familiarity struck her first.
The times she had bathed him herself. The moment she first held him after giving birth.
The times she couldn't push away her three-year-old son when he cried and wanted to sleep with her.
All those memories flashed by like a panorama, and for a moment, Seon-mi's eyes stung. She didn't know the exact reason why.
Attributing it to the workings of guilt, she rubbed her forehead against the nape of his neck.
She struggled to push those memories away and engrave new stimuli into her body.
Her son wasn't the only one who needed to be excited, aroused, and in the mood.
She had to be, too.
She considered her own emotions as something she had to protect. If she didn't, this relationship would surely end in catastrophe.
If the family was destroyed even after saving her son, all her actions would be meaningless.
So, instead of those memories of the past, she focused on the present.
The masculine scent beneath the smell of his skin.
The thumping heartbeat against her neck.
The lovely flinch she felt as she moved her hand along the grain of his muscles.
The touch of his hand around her waist, filled with a sense of possession.
The large, towering cock that had made her submit, dripping semen as it stretched her jaw painfully.
As if to a lover, she layered a passionate heart over her own like a mask and thought:
I am a mother who lusts for her son. At least, for now, I must be.
It couldn't just be duty and maternal love. At least while they were doing it, she had to live up to the words she whispered to herself.
I have lusted after my son for a long time, and I have wished for this while loving him.
Like when she performed ballet after a long hiatus, she consciously heightened her emotions and whispered:
Today... I came here to truly become my son's lover.
At the end of that vow, she gazed at her son with conviction. With upturned eyes, she watched him, his face flushed red, as he slowly moved his hand toward her breasts.
I am a wicked mother who brought her son to a hotel because she wanted to commit incest.
And that was enough. She willingly took on the infamy and spoke.
"Son."
"Ye-yes?"
The hand that was heading for her breast stopped. As if accepting his touch, she twisted her body, bringing his hand under her breast as she whispered.
"I love you."
Not as a mother, but as a lover.
Lee Seon-mi deceived both herself and her son at the same time, and softly took hold of his cock.
As her hand moved in a leisurely rhythm, her son's heated breaths mingled with the monotonous voice of the documentary.