Chapter 99: Side Story - Mother (20)
Chapter 99: Side Story - Mother (20)
Lee Seon-mi barely went through the motions of her post-workout routine.
Even though she knew the risk of injury was high and the lack of focus would ruin the effectiveness of her exercises, she couldn't shake the lapse in concentration. Her mind was already far beyond her routine or the mundane "daily life" she maintained every day. It was filled with something explicitly abnormal.
Having sex with her son. Being impaled by his semen-drenched cock, reaching a blissful climax, and squeezing her pussy as if it belonged to a lifelong partner while taking him in all the way to the base of her uterus.
And while taking in his semen, making him ejaculate fifty-one more times.
Even as she told herself it was necessary to save her son’s life, she couldn't ignore the hidden excitement and pleasure blooming within her.
She simply couldn't.
No matter how much she tried to act as a responsible parent focused solely on saving her child, it didn't erase the fact that she was human. Before she was a parent or a responsible guardian, she was just a woman. A woman who hadn't been touched since losing her husband, and whose body now vividly remembered the pleasure she had recently rediscovered through her son.
When her workout finally ended, she stepped outside, drenched in sweat.
Some people looked at her with confusion, wondering why she was leaving without showering, but Seon-mi didn't care. She walked toward her car, guided by the pull of her own heart.
The windows were tinted so that nothing could be seen from the outside, yet everything was clear from within. As the car came into view, Seon-mi felt her heart pounding wildly. Her body was so hot she felt as if steam might actually be rising from her skin, and she was soaked with sweat from the exercise.
Of course, it wasn't just sweat; a distinct trail of pussy juice was also slicking the space between her legs.
She paused for a moment, looking around blankly.
Were there onlookers? CCTV cameras? Even as she wondered if what she was doing was wise, she forced herself to move, struggling to suppress her ragged breathing and mounting excitement.
She pulled open the coat that had been shielding her body.
Though the tinting hid the interior, she knew Kang Yu-jin was staring at her. Her tank top was revealed, soaked through with sweat and clinging to her skin, making her sports bra clearly visible beneath. Her yoga pants were already damp and heavy with sweat and arousal. That alone would have been more than enough to drive her son wild inside the car, but she wasn't focused on that. It was more important to suppress the explosive excitement filling her own body.
And so, as if putting on a show, she lifted both her tank top and sports bra at once, exposing her breasts.
Her sweat-slicked breasts glistened. Droplets of perspiration, catching the overhead fluorescent lights, rolled down her skin. Seon-mi felt a wave of embarrassment as she realized that the very act she performed to vent her excitement was only making her more aroused.
She was hot. Her body was burning. She felt like she would go crazy if she didn't let it out.
She gritted her teeth as she approached the car and grabbed the door handle. She couldn't endure it any longer. She wanted to find release through her son’s cock right this second.
As the door opened, the raw, musky scent of him hit her, making her head spin.
“…I’m back.”
She spoke with the voice of a mother, but she was met by her son, whose face was flushed red as he sat there stroking his own cock.
“You came back… without showering?”
“Yes.”
“Why…?”
“Seeing how my son sprayed his cum all over his mom’s panties… it made it hard for me to hold back, too.”
It was the truth. For some unknown reason, before she could feel any disgust or nausea, she had found herself incredibly turned on.
Her son’s cum. The seeds she had taken in her mouth, on her face, on her breasts, and in her uterus. Seeing it smeared so heavily over her underwear had excited her beyond reason.
It was unbearable.
So, Lee Seon-mi hurried. Of course, that wasn't the only reason.
“You like the smell of Mom’s sweat, don't you?”
It was true. Whenever they showered or took a half-body bath together, her son would get exceptionally worked up. When their sex lasted long enough for her to start dripping with sweat, he would greedily inhale her scent—thinking he was being subtle—and thrust his hips even faster.
She assumed it would be the same this time.
“You like touching my sweat-soaked skin, and sticking it into my sweaty pussy…”
She trailed off as she looked at his cock. Seeing it twitching as if it wanted to be inside her right now, she climbed into the car and closed the door.
She naturally turned on the radio. Not loud enough to blast outside, but enough to drown out the moans that would soon fill the cabin.
With the music playing, she sat beside him. He was already lying back with his seat reclined as far as it would go. She reached out to him.
“What were you imagining while you masturbated?”
At her words, her son didn't hesitate any longer. He left his exposed cock to her touch and let his eyes wander.
“I was imagining grabbing Mom’s ass and pounding her. And then creampieing…”
“Do you like Mom’s ass that much?”
He nodded hesitantly, and she gave a faint smile.
“Do you like the ass that gave birth to you? The ass that gave birth to your sisters, too?”
“Yes, yes. It’s so hot.”
His expression was blunt. Lee Seon-mi flicked her eyebrows in slight surprise but continued to move her hand softly over his cock. The well-cleaned member was smooth but pulsed violently, the throbbing sensation leaving a strange, pleasurable rhythm in her palm.
“Then, now…”
She couldn't wait any longer. Kang Yu-jin read that expression on her face at the last moment.
“Actually.”
“Yes?”
“I want to do it with your breasts. On Mom’s breasts…”
Seon-mi blinked.
“Wouldn't my pussy feel better? You can come inside my uterus again today. If you come on my breasts—”
“I just… feel like being squeezed by Mom’s breasts today. And… I want to spray it on Mom’s face, too.”
Perhaps the desire truly hit him as he spoke. His cock jerked, and Lee Seon-mi desperately composed herself, hiding her troubled expression.
‘Fine, let’s do what he wants. I have to make him cum fifty-one more times anyway.’
She prioritized her son over her own desires. Her aching pussy seemed to disagree, but she summoned the same endurance that had gotten her through her grueling ballerina routines.
“Alright, let’s do that. Then, let me take off my clothes.”
“Don't take them off. I want to do it… like this.”
“Like this?”
She looked down at her tank top. A tank top and a sports bra. Neither was suitable for a tit-job. It might be possible if she knelt over him, but the angle would be awkward and might hurt his cock. Unless she pulled the clothes up so high they were practically off, it wouldn't work.
She looked at him curiously, and her son swallowed hard before pulling out a pair of scissors.
“…Those are.”
“I brought them from home. I wanted to do this… because Mom does everything I ask. I thought you’d let me if I insisted.”
She understood immediately. Her son wanted to satisfy his lust even if it meant ruining one of her workout outfits.
It was quite wicked of him, and it made her feel a flicker of unease. He wasn't acting like the kind son he usually was. A sense of self-reproach washed over her, wondering if she had completely corrupted him.
Yet, more than that, she felt a surge of arousal at the thought of her everyday routine clothes being reduced to a mere tool for his sexual desire. The idea of having semen sprayed on her face didn't actually repel her that much.
In fact, swallowing it was more of a burden. Having it on her face was better. The cleanup was a chore, but if she thought of it as applying a whitening gel to her skin, it was fine. More than anything… she liked the feeling of being defiled by her son.
While the idea of her corrupting him brought guilt and self-loathing, being defiled by him felt okay. Wasn't that why she had told him to come on her face in the first place when she first started stimulating him in earnest?
For that reason, Lee Seon-mi nodded.
“Go ahead. I have several more sets anyway.”
Her son let out a sigh of relief. With a slight twitch of her eyes, she pulled her tank top back down and stretched the fabric over her chest.
“Here.”
Her son’s hand moved hesitantly. The scissors cut through the fabric with precision. A hole was made—a jagged, uneven circle. I should probably throw this away afterward, she thought, a characteristically motherly thought, even as she pulled the cut fabric aside to reveal the opening.
“…I’ll take off the sports bra.”
“Ah, yes.”
Seeing him pull back the scissors, she removed her tank top and then her sports bra.
Sweat dripped down her side-boob and along her exposed armpits. Her son’s hand instinctively reached out to knead her breast. She didn't reject his touch, accepting the hand that felt thick with greed and possessiveness. She tossed the sports bra aside and picked the tank top back up.
“Yu-jin.”
“Ah, yes.”
She brushed off his obsession with her nipples and put the tank top back on. Through the sweat-soaked fabric where the sports bra used to be, her nipples peeked through, and her damp skin was revealed through the newly cut hole.
It was lewd. The sight reflected in the rearview mirror was something that would make even a prostitute look modest.
And in a way, she was. It was as if she were offering her son’s semen to some mysterious entity a hundred times in her own name to save his life.
But if it saved him, she didn't care. She stroked the hole over her breasts, letting the sweat build up so it would be a good "hole" for him to thrust into.
“Then… do you want to put it in? Into Mom’s tit-pussy?”
It was a statement her son never expected to hear from his mother’s mouth. His cock throbbed violently. Seeing him nod frantically as if afraid the opportunity would vanish, she gave him a gentle smile.
“Mom isn't going anywhere. Don't rush.”
It was true. Even if self-loathing and despair overwhelmed her when this was all over, she would never leave him of her own accord. Unless, of course, he wished it.
Seon-mi reached for the handle at the side of her seat and reclined it. Lying there, feeling her sweat-slicked skin and the damp fabric clinging to her, she pressed her arms together to squeeze her breasts.
“Come up here.”
His breathing grew ragged. With her arms locked together, she watched as he climbed over her and pressed his waist against her breasts, inserting his cock.
He pried the flesh of her breasts apart. It was similar to him using his hands, but hotter, and the pungent scent of semen filled her nose.
Breathing heavily despite herself, she felt his cock burrowing deep between her breasts.
It was her son’s cock, the one she had raised with such care, pulsing right above her heart. It felt like a spear reaching for her very soul, and she felt a thrill of sharp, hazy fear.
“Come so much that Mom’s tits get pregnant.”
Giving voice to that thrill, she watched him begin to move his hips. The sight instinctively made her hand slip inside her yoga pants to rub her own pussy.
“After this, make Mom’s pussy pregnant, too.”
Though she knew it wouldn't actually happen, she spoke the words that would excite him most, immersing herself in a carnal scene that only the most perverse of lovers—not a mother and son—would share.
All while a song, completely out of place for the situation, echoed around them.
But since no one was watching, the mother quietly masturbated as she accepted her son’s thrusts, as if he were truly trying to impregnate her breasts.