Pouncing on Mom 2
Mom’s slender hand closed around the head of my cock.
The shaft that had been caught on the edge of my underwear sprang free in an instant.
“Uh, Mom…?”
“Son…”
Our eyes met.
There was no lust in the way she looked at her son—only pity. But I didn’t have the luxury of caring about that right now. The moment her fingers touched me, my cock started throbbing like it was possessed, starving and frantic. For a second I felt like pure garbage, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to reject that pitying kindness. Conflicting emotions swallowed me whole.
I stayed on my knees like an idiot, drowning in self-loathing, when—
“Ugh…”
Mom’s hand began to move.
Squelch, squelch…
Her pale, delicate fingers slowly stroked up and down. The oil that had run down her body mixed with my precum, and every stroke produced a wet, sticky sound. The electric jolt racing through my cock made me lift my head without thinking.
Mom was watching me with a complicated yet somehow tender expression—ambiguous and soft all at once.
“Son… it’s okay… Mom will help you. Don’t worry…”
Even as she said it, that angelic voice soothed me, and I thought I might actually lose my mind. I wanted to die and I was rock-hard at the same time; the contradiction made me want to kill myself.
“Ugh… Mom…”
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.
A mother kneeling side by side with her son, relieving his lust for him. The mise-en-scène was something you rarely even saw in porn; I felt my sanity slipping. Her heavy breasts swayed right in front of my eyes. This was an impossible situation. No—this was a situation that should never have happened… So why was my head getting more and more excited with every second? It felt like something inside me had broken.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Under her hand my underwear had already slid down to my thighs. I buried my face and surrendered my reason completely to the mother who was stroking her son’s cock. No more thoughts came. All I wanted was to grab those glistening breasts.
In the end I reached out as if hypnotized.
Soft.
My hand sank into the large breasts of the woman sitting across from me. I groped and kneaded them like a complete moron for a while, dazed, rubbing the pink nipples and tracing the areolas. Mom’s oil-slicked chest kept slipping through my fingers the more I touched it.
“Hnn… Son… do you like Mom’s that much…?”
Haah… I love them so much…
She was too embarrassed to even say the word “breasts,” her face burning red. A woman that pure… and yet every time my fingers brushed her nipples her expression twisted, and the sheer taboo melted my brain.
Then, the moment my eyes locked with that lovely face, the orgasm I had been holding back crashed over me. Reluctantly I leaned farther forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her slender body fit perfectly in my arms and burned like lava. I buried my face against the sweat-damp nape of her neck and breathed her in; Mom gave a soft little laugh. I could have died happy right then.
She gently stroked the back of my head and never once stopped the hand working my cock.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.
“Ugh…”
“It’s okay… it’s okay… Son, come as much as you want… Mom… Mom will take it all…”
Her hand sped up. Hot breath scorched my ear. I couldn’t hold it any longer and poured every last drop of the climax I had been storing into her arms.
“Mom, I—ugh…!”
Throb… throb-throb…
Spurt. Spurt.
Even as thick ropes of cum sprayed out and ruined her body, Mom didn’t care; she only tightened her grip and milked me to the very end.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
“Hah… ugh…”
In no time her pure-white breasts, her stomach, even the panties she still wore were streaked and coated with my filthy seed, yet she soothed me first in that same generous voice.
“It’s okay… it’s okay…”
I trembled like a wreck, clinging to her and breathing in the rose-scented smell of her skin, until suddenly my mind snapped back.
She was still stroking my hair.
Ah, fuck.
The feeling that I had turned into a complete retard for a moment flooded me with shame and self-loathing so intense it was almost physical.
I’m so fucking screwed…
Strength drained from the legs that had been kneeling. I collapsed into a pathetic heap and could only stare up at her with a vacant expression.
What the hell happens to my life after this…
Mom’s face was flushed, but she never let the smile drop, careful of my feelings.
“Son, feeling a little better now…?”
“…….”
Is that really something you say to your own son? I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. Mom gave a faint smile, fetched wet wipes from the bedside, and carefully cleaned my cock. Even then the residual sparks made me yelp like an idiot.
She kept glancing at my face as she finished wiping the head, and the moment she was done I slammed my forehead to the floor in a full naked dogeza.
“I-I’m so sorry…”
“…Hmm? What’s gotten into you all of a sudden, son… You don’t have to do that to Mom… Come on, get up. Get up.”
“I-I’m really sorry… I think I went crazy for a second…”
She tried to pull me up, but I was too mortified and ashamed to raise my head.
Fine. Fuck it. Since it’s already like this, I’ll just say it now.
“…Mom, actually… there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while…”
I opened my mouth like I was about to make a spontaneous confession when—
“No. Don’t say it.”
For the first time in my life I heard that cold tone from her. Mom pulled me into a tight hug, stroking me soothingly as she spoke.
“Son. This is… well… yeah, you’re an adult now, so it’s natural to be a little curious about… sexual things. Mom is really okay. So… don’t take it too hard.”
I lifted my head. Her voice had been firm, but her expression looked almost sorrowful—as if she already knew exactly what I had been about to say. I met her eyes with a tangled mess of feelings, then quietly stood up. I gathered the scattered clothes, walked to the door, and carefully spoke to the woman still sitting on the bed.
“…I’m really sorry…”
Then I stepped out of the room.
The marble floor felt colder than usual tonight.
A few days earlier.
Shilla Hotel Yeongbingwan in Jangchung-dong.
Evening had thinned the foot traffic of hotel guests; outside the windows the night view of Namsan spread in a soft glow. The Chairman slowly set down his teacup and spoke.
“I hear the illness is completely gone.”
When the woman gave no reply, he continued.
“It’s about time you came back. Let’s start over. That… whatever his name is, that grotesque son of yours—let him go already. His father’s dead, so why are you still keeping him around?”
Still no reaction. The Chairman finally gave a bitter smile.
“Think of the girls. You can’t keep living like this forever.”
Silence stretched for a moment. The woman turned her head, studied the Chairman’s face, then smiled faintly.
“I already died once back then.”
“That couldn’t be helped—”
“I don’t want to talk about this any longer. And I’d prefer you stop summoning me back and forth for no reason from now on.”
The sudden firmness in her expression made the Chairman’s face tighten for a fraction of a second. Then he spoke again, self-reproach coloring his voice.
“There were circumstances that couldn’t be helped… Honestly, every doctor had already given up. That’s why you agreed too, isn’t it? Did you really think I wanted things to go that way?”
“Yes… you’re right. But isn’t it strange to come back now and act like none of it happened? What if my condition suddenly worsens again?”
The Chairman closed his mouth. There was nothing left to say. Her illness had been something modern medicine simply could not answer.
The woman quietly watched the scenery beyond the window, then scraped her chair back and stood.
“Please don’t contact me anymore. And that ‘grotesque son’… don’t ever say anything like that where others can hear. We may not share blood, but to me he is a precious son.”
“…You’re really going to do this? You’re not even thinking about the other kids?”
“Yes. I am. I’ll handle everything myself, so stop meddling. If you keep pushing, I honestly don’t know what I’ll do.”
She left without a backward glance. Alone, the Chairman gave a hollow laugh and picked up his phone.
After leaving Mom’s room I trudged back to mine, showered, and collapsed onto the bed.
What the hell am I supposed to do from here…
Too many worries. The price of letting that filthy desire show its face was heavy. I buried myself under the blanket like a waterlogged sponge. Some quest notification or whatever popped up, but I didn’t want to deal with it right now.
No, fuck… Mom’s partly at fault too…
…I know. It’s my fault. Mom just wanted a pure, innocent massage. But if I didn’t do something like this right then and there I really thought I’d go insane.
“From the way she acted, she already knows I was getting ready to leave home…”
Haa, you useless bastard! You useless bastard! You couldn’t even hold that one thing in!
I thrashed around for a while, smashing my head into the mattress. My dick really is the problem. I don’t even know anymore. At this point I might as well just brazen it out. I closed my eyes intending to sleep like a dead man. Too much had happened today; body and mind were exhausted.
Just as my consciousness was sinking under the surface…
Knock-knock-knock.
The sound of knocking snapped my eyes open.
Who… Mom?
Should I open the door or not? I sat on the bed wrestling with myself when a voice came through.
“Dunam?”
The tone was low and calm—definitely not Mom. I hurried over and opened the door.
“Noona…?”
“You were home? I was about to call.”
My older sister stood there in a polished suit, looking like she had just walked in.
“Ah… yeah. The interview finished early…”
She was always excessively kind to me, yet the atmosphere around her still made her hard to approach. The second I saw that face that resembled Mom’s—brown bob and all—self-loathing crashed over me and my head dropped on its own. My gaze fell lower and landed straight on her chest that looked ready to burst. The memory from moments ago flooded back. Unlike usual, my cock gave a weak little twitch.
Is this what trauma feels like…?!
While I was thinking that pathetic thought, my older sister tilted her head and spoke.
“Are you feeling sick, Dunam? I was going to ask if you’d come somewhere with me.”
“Uhh…?”
…Does she still not know what a piece of trash I am?
I sneaked a look at her. Her expression was the same as always; she clearly hadn’t heard about the sticky incest handjob incident with Mom. She had come home earlier than usual today, so I’d been worried, but if that was the case there was no need to panic.
“Uh-huh… okay, just a sec. Let me change real quick and I’ll be right out.”
“Mm~ take your time~”
I watched my older sister head toward the living room and hurriedly changed clothes.
Actually this works out. Things were getting awkward; better to get out of the house for a bit.
Ah, but where exactly are we going?
I never even asked the important part.