The Beginning of a Relationship 5
There were times when the sex jokes flying between them got so filthy it was hard to believe they were mother and son. Every time it happened, a strange tension coiled between them.
Mi-ho savored that tension more than anything.
And the lingering aftertaste it left behind always drove her to her own hand later. The pleasure she took from masturbating while picturing her son's body was especially fierce.
Bit by bit it became a habit. Mi-ho started freely imagining what it would be like to have sex with her son while she touched herself.
Han Pan, for his part, thought his mother was incredibly cool for trading dirty jokes with him like that. The light touches that followed those jokes always got his cock stirring, and though Mi-ho noticed the moment it started to harden, she let it slide within certain bounds.
Under that silent permission he grew bolder, presenting his cock in front of her more and more openly. Each time, Mi-ho had to fight not to stare too blatantly even as her eyes kept sliding toward it.
For him, the dull stretch of days that had seemed destined to drag on after discharge suddenly became fascinating. Mi-ho felt her own predictable life shifting too, and every day grew brighter.
They quietly enjoyed the whole slow dance of it—but of course they were careful whenever So-jo was home. The moment she was out of earshot, though, their talk turned shamelessly explicit about each other's bodies, as if by unspoken agreement.
That morning was no different. They finished their usual workout routine and headed into the kitchen for water.
Mi-ho wore a black sports bra and short leggings. Han Pan thought her figure looked even tighter and more sculpted than usual. Sweat made her body gleam and cling to the fabric, every curve more elastic, more defined. He was soaked through himself. The thick scent of each other's sweat and the raw hormones pouring off them hit hard, stoking the fire between them.
Han Pan drank while watching her stand there.
"Mmm… Mom, your body looks pretty sultry today."
Mi-ho paused mid-sip and turned her head.
"Sultry how?"
"I don't know… like it wakes up a man's instincts. Hahaha."
She considered his joke for a second, then smiled.
"Stop dancing around it. You mean you want to fuck me? That's how guys talk, right? 'I wanna fuck her…'"
The clean counterpunch left Han Pan briefly stunned—but she wasn't wrong. He refused to back down.
"If you weren't my mom, I'd have fucked you already."
Mi-ho gave a short laugh.
"Oh~ Look at that confidence. Mom's not that easy. You think I'd hand it over to a green kid like you? Plenty of men want me. I don't just say yes to boys."
She swayed her hips as she spoke. The S-curve of her body rolled, and Han Pan felt his cock start to rise. He was very aware of it when he answered.
"Well… every woman I've ever said I liked has ended up having sex with me."
He leaned on the word sex.
"Oh, so our son has a little talent for reeling women in… I never even thought you'd already lost your virginity. Hmm… but have you actually had proper sex?"
"Haha, of course. How old do you think I am? I ditched that cherry a long time ago… Mother."
"When was the first time?"
Han Pan cast back through his memory.
"Not long after I started university, I think?"
"Oh my. With a girlfriend?"
"No. Drinking with friends, we met some girls on the spot. One of them."
"What? You can't meet women like that!"
"Why not?"
"There could be diseases, and women who give it up that easily are low-class."
"Ah, Mom, these days it's the seon-sek-hu-sa era!"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Sex first. If you click, then you start dating."
"What?"
"That's how the times are! You're too old-fashioned."
Mi-ho adjusted her stance.
"Well… ahem… anyway, our son is pretty good at seducing women and pulling one-night stands. Impressive. When was the last time?"
Han Pan thought of Eun-yeong and answered with pride.
"About a week ago. The day I got discharged."
"In the military?"
He nodded.
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Impressive! In the army? Was it some gym-bro guy like you?"
Han Pan laughed loud and free.
"Mom! Of course it was a woman!"
"Oh my, I'm proud of you. Doing everything there is to do even in a place like that."
"Then what about you, Mom? When was your last time?"
Mi-ho flinched. The last time was so far back it felt almost cozy. She couldn't even remember how many years. She turned her face away slightly.
"You don't ask a lady questions like that… I don't want to say."
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
"No! I've done it relatively recently too…"
Han Pan heard the dodge clear as day.
"Must be a hot woman. You need a man."
As he spoke he pushed his cock forward. Mi-ho's eyes flicked to it on pure instinct. The second her gaze landed, Han Pan boldly cupped the half-hard length through his pants and stroked it.
"I'm okay anytime."
"For what?"
"I'll leave that to your imagination."
"Imagination of what? Sex?"
"Something like that… hahaha."
"You're saying that to your mother?"
"Why? You don't like it?"
"Even looking like this I finish people off at night. Shall I take care of you once, Mother?"
Mi-ho snorted.
"Mom likes daytime too."
"Oh… then we can enjoy it day and night…"
He grew even bolder, openly stroking the thick outline under his workout pants right in front of her.
"Mother, come here… I'll take care of you nice and hot."
His sly face and the way he was acting finally got under her skin.
"What's wrong with you today? You're being disgusting. Are you in heat?"
Even as she said it her eyes stayed locked on his cock. Han Pan felt the stare and proudly pushed it farther toward her. The fabric stretched tighter; the full shape of him stood out sharp and clear.
At her son's shameless teasing Mi-ho decided to see how far he would go. Her voice dropped low.
"Son…"
"Yes, Mother."
"Show me that…"
"Huh?"
"I said show me. What?"
"The thing you're playing with right now…"
The request caught him off guard, but he didn't let it show. He rode the current she had started.
"Uh… right now? Here?"
"When else would it be?"
Her sudden demand sent a flash of conflict through him. Whatever she truly meant, this was crossing a hard line between them. A few seconds of hesitation, then Han Pan set his water glass on the table. Both hands slipped inside the waistband of his pants. He began to push them down slowly.
The moment he actually did it, Mi-ho's composure cracked. The pants slid lower and revealed cleanly waxed skin over his pubic bone. She knew she ought to stop him right there—but her heart was hammering, and she stared like someone hypnotized as her son's cock swelled thicker and longer right in front of her.
Even knowing he had crossed the line, Han Pan felt a thrill he had never tasted before racing along every nerve. Showing her his nearly twenty-five-centimeter cock felt strangely proud and electric at the same time.
The pants kept descending. The thick root of him came into view. Mi-ho found it oddly fresh that her son had gotten a full Brazilian wax. The fact that he was a man who prepared himself left her confused—and at the same time proud that her boy had grown into a complete adult.
She watched the fabric keep sliding down and felt real shock at the size. She had guessed he was big. She had never imagined he was this big.
Just as the pants were about to clear him completely, light footsteps came skipping down toward the living room.
So-jo. No question.
Han Pan heard her instantly and yanked his pants back up. Mi-ho caught on in the same breath and hastily pretended to drink, looking anywhere else.
So-jo swept into the kitchen with a bright smile. She spotted the two of them and beamed.
"Good morning! You two got up early and worked out again!"
Mi-ho forced a smile.
"You're up, honey?"
"Yeah, Mom."
Han Pan was still rattled, but he kept his voice steady.
"Hey, Noona. Morning!"
"Morning! Look at you working hard. Whoa, check out these arms."
His body was still pumped and gleaming with sweat. The second So-jo stepped closer, panic hit him—she might see the erection still straining against his pants. He twisted toward the table, putting his back half to her.
Mi-ho watched him and let out a quiet snort of laughter.
All the tension drained out of her body at once.