NEXT Level 2
“Alright, alright, I get it… But… not right now—later… Mom’s a little tense at the moment, it’s kind of… uh… A woman needs some preparation… Not like you, just stripping right off like that…”
Han Pan cut her off midway.
“Hey, that seems a little unfair, doesn’t it? I showed you my precious little buddy, so shouldn’t we be fair and show each other our precious things?”
When he put on a convincingly dejected expression, a twinge of guilt stirred in her.
“Mom keeps her promises… First, later… mm… before bed… I’m not confident, but… I’ll show you… Let’s do it that way… Stripping bare in broad daylight just feels a bit much…”
At those words—especially the clear condition of night—Han Pan’s face brightened at once with anticipation.
“Awesome!!!”
Color returned to his features, and he stepped into the house humming cheerfully through his nose.
Watching him enter the living room with his long cock swinging freely, Mi-ho said,
“Han Pan, put some clothes on already…”
“Doesn’t this look better?”
He grinned and headed for his room.
Mi-ho found her son, who had so cheerfully brushed past her own awkwardness, somehow reliable and reassuring.
The day faded. In the living room, flipping channels on the television, Mi-ho secretly wanted to spend time with Han Pan, yet the thought of having to show him that place of hers felt like a considerable burden.
Alone she had confidence, but no man had seen her naked body in so long that the idea of stripping and standing before her son made her bashful. On top of that, she was no longer a woman in her twenties with a firm, springy body, so shame crept in at the same time.
Even for someone as cool as she was, wearing revealing clothes and completely baring herself were worlds apart; a lingering unease remained in her heart.
She wondered whether these lewd games she was playing with her son might be wrong. If people found out they would certainly point fingers and curse them, yet if they kept the secret well, no one would be hurt. So she soothed herself with the thought of savoring a little more of this thrill and seeing how far it could go.
Evening deepened, and So-jo returned home. The three family members enjoyed a quiet dinner together.
Studying Han Pan’s face and seeing how thoroughly he was enjoying himself, Mi-ho resolved that she must keep her promise so as not to disappoint him. And since she was going to do it, she reminded herself she ought to look a little more alluring.
Night grew deep. Mi-ho finished her shower, wiped the water from her skin, and looked at herself in the mirror. A few wrinkles on her skin were inevitable, yet her flesh remained smooth and still held its elasticity.
She opened the bathroom door, confirmed the hallway was empty, and stepped into her room wrapped only in a towel. For a moment she stood before the full-length mirror; her heart began to race. She let the towel fall and turned her body to the glass. An S-curve of glamorous flesh was reflected back at her.
Calling it a body in its twenties would have been a stretch, yet it was a firm, well-toned figure sculpted with muscle. Her breasts sat high and round without sagging, nipples standing erect. She had a sleek waistline from exercise, but the broad pelvis and hips that were the mark of having borne three children still worried her. She fretted that her son might find her fat.
Bzzzzzzzzz
Han Pan had been watching television for a while when his phone vibrated. He picked it up. A KakaoTalk message from his mother lit the screen.
Reading her message, Han Pan’s heart began to pound.
Han Pan hurriedly switched off the television and practically ran into his room. Once inside he fretted over how to position himself, then decided to lie casually on the bed. He wanted to project a cool image. He reclined at an angle, back propped against the headboard, half-sitting, fiddling with his phone. His heart hammered; he was filled with anticipation.
A few minutes passed. Then came the sound of movement and rustling right outside his door. His heart raced; the thought that his mother was standing at his bedroom door flooded him with intense pleasure and excitement.
Outside, Mi-ho—wrapped in a thin white bathrobe that clung to her entire body—carefully set a pair of very high heels on the floor and checked So-jo’s room. Getting caught by So-jo in this state would be extremely awkward. She wondered what on earth she was doing, yet she already knew she and her son had long since crossed the line; she was sliding into a situation whose end she could not foresee.
Even as she asked herself what she was doing, an inexplicable thrill wrapped around her heart. She nodded to herself, steeled her resolve, and looked down at the heels on the floor.
They were among the highest she owned—an impulse buy she had worn only once in her own room to check the mirror. The pink sole where her foot would rest was quite provocative; above it, two thin transparent plastic straps studded with tiny cubic stones in a neat row secured the instep, while another strap fastened around the ankle. The heel itself was a gleaming metallic spike, sharp as an awl. The style was flashy and sleek at once—extremely sexy.
Looking down at them, Mi-ho found herself curious how her son would judge her naked body. Confidence was lacking, yet she slowly slipped one foot in and fastened the transparent plastic strap around her ankle. She repeated the process with the other foot and at once felt impossibly tall. Her whole body tightened; a firm tension settled into her hips, and with the added height her confidence rose as well.
She checked So-jo’s room one more time, then knocked on Han Pan’s door.
Knock knock
No sound came from inside, yet she was certain her son was there. Without waiting for an answer she stepped in.
The ceiling light was off, but the orange glow of the reading lamp beside his bed softly illuminated the entire room. She smirked inwardly, thinking her son knew a thing or two about setting a mood. At the same time a scent pricked her nose—the smell of a man. A fragrance she had never noticed before was stimulating her; she realized just how sensitive she had become. And throughout the room she could catch the faint, sweet scent of chestnut blossoms. She wondered if her son had been masturbating, and what the object of that fantasy might have been.
Then she turned her head and found him—half-reclined on the bed, smiling, gazing at her with clear eyes. The soft light made Han Pan’s pupils glitter even more brightly. That intense gaze made her heart feel as if it had stopped.
For his part, Han Pan felt his own heart stop the moment his mother entered. He had never expected her to come in heels; the rather flashy pair on her feet now filled his vision and stirred him. The material that left her entire foot bare was intensely sexy. He understood she had chosen them deliberately, and he simply watched her in silence.
Mi-ho spoke first.
“So my son wasn’t sleeping…”
Han Pan drew a deep breath, released the tension, and tossed out a playful joke.
“How could I sleep… I’ve been waiting all day for the promise Mom made—I was ready to stay up the whole night, heh heh.”
His sly tone made Mi-ho exhale; the tension eased a little.
“Really? Mm… the truth is Mom isn’t very confident…”
“About what?”
“Mom’s older, and… compared to girls your age the flesh is softer, there are wrinkles… it’s embarrassing…”
Han Pan shook his head.
“Mom has the most perfect body line of any woman I’ve ever seen, so don’t worry…”
His praise brought a smile to her lips.
“Mm, really?”
“Of course… I can say without hesitation that among every woman I know, you’re the best.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really…”
“Better than the girls you’ve slept with before?”
“Obviously! They’re not even in the same league!”
Even if he were lying, his encouragement still felt good. She drew another deep breath and said,
“Then you absolutely must not laugh, okay?”
“Promise! Promise!”
Han Pan held out his pinky finger in a mock oath. Mi-ho took a steadying breath and nodded.
“Ready, then?”
Han Pan nodded slowly. A bold light shone in his eyes.
With a trembling heart Mi-ho stepped closer and slowly began to untie the sash at her waist. The bathrobe parted left and right. For the first time in his life, Han Pan’s eyes took in Mi-ho’s completely naked body.