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The first thing that caught his eye was the beautiful, swelling curve of her breasts.
That perfect teardrop shape was utterly gorgeous. They were roughly the size of a pair of small melons, and Han Pan guessed they had to be at least a G-cup. What impressed him most was how smooth they were — for a woman her age, there wasn't a single wrinkle to be found. The bright pink nipples and areolas at the center stood out clearly, protruding with a firm little pop, as if someone had set tiny glass beads on top of them.
His gaze dropped to her abs. They weren't overdone, but the definition was clear enough to carve out a slender waistline, and the place where that line met her pubic bone was intensely alluring. From there her waist flared into generous hips, and the oval sweep of her ass truly displayed the beauty of a woman's curves.
But what seized his attention more than anything else was the plump, protruding flesh nestled at the center of her firm thighs — her pussy. The folds stuck out quite prominently below, and he instinctively recognized a structure built to feel pleasure deeply.
The truly unexpected revelation was that she shaved. He had never once imagined that his mother — a woman who had always projected such a demure image — would go around with a bare pussy. After coming home from the military he had already noticed a big shift in her sense of style, but shaving had never crossed his mind.
At that realization, the cock that had been rising slowly suddenly reacted with violent force, surging up as if it meant to punch straight through the pajamas he was wearing. He felt every drop of blood in his body rush toward it.
Mi-ho watched her son's mouth fall open as he stared at her. The shame she had felt at first vanished without a trace, replaced by a surge of confidence. It felt incredibly good that her son was reacting to her body. And seeing his cock rise so vigorously, she thought, My son's quite healthy, isn't he?
She teased him.
"Son, speechless? Hohoho."
With that she folded the bathrobe closed again, covering herself.
"That's enough now, right?"
She had hurried to hide her body, but once Han Pan knew she shaved, he felt the last thread he had been clinging to in his heart snap clean through.
He rose from the bed and strode toward her. As he approached, Mi-ho flustered — but she couldn't get a single word out. The gleam in his eyes from a moment ago was burning even more intensely now. The force of that serious expression on his face froze her in place like a deer caught in headlights on a dark road.
Han Pan stopped one step away and looked at her. Then he slowly pulled off the T-shirt he was wearing. His upper body, layered in solid muscle, came into view. Mi-ho thought once again that it was a truly magnificent body, and her heart began to pound. Her gaze drifted back to the bulge jutting out in his pants — a big tent pitching and swaying with every breath.
"Han Pan…"
He took one more decisive step forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. Mi-ho wordlessly nestled into his arms. At the unexpected action she couldn't speak — but she fully understood his intention. Han Pan's chest pressed against her full breasts, and his cock pressed hard against her lower belly. Both of them were swept up in excitement at the same instant, seized by an impulse neither could name.
"Han Pan…"
"Ah… Mom… I love you so much, Mom…"
"Really?"
"Yeah. I'm going crazy…"
Mi-ho's hands trembled. The idea of the mother-son relationship still clutched at the last thread inside her chest.
"Han Pan, we can't do this…"
"Mom…"
"No. If we do this, we'll be in big trouble…"
"What's the big deal? Huh?"
As he spoke he slowly rolled his hips the way a man does during sex. His cock poked and prodded her lower belly. After a brief hesitation, Mi-ho instinctively answered with a slow roll of her own hips. Their breathing grew rougher by the second.
"Han Pan… ah…"
She could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter. She was desperately confused about how to accept this incomprehensible moment — yet her body kept responding to her son's movements on its own.
"Mom, you like me, right?"
The unexpected question left her searching for an answer. She replied carefully.
"I like you, son… but… this kind of thing… I don't really know either…"
"Ah, Mom… so what? Nobody will know. Let's keep it our secret… You're interested in me as a man too, right? Huh? Huh?"
"Han Pan, still, we can't…"
"What can't we?!"
With that, Han Pan suddenly grabbed the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up in one strong lift. Mi-ho gasped and instinctively locked both hands around his neck.
"Han Pan, what are you doing?"
Still holding her, he rolled his hips as if he had set a woman astride a man's body and was fucking her from below. Every thrust of his pelvis made the posture look exactly like sex. The only barriers between them were her bathrobe and the pants he still wore. Each time his cock drove hard against her body, a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her.
"Ha… ha…"
As pleasure flooded her body, the reason from a moment ago melted away, and soft moans began to spill from her lips.
"Ah… ah… ah…"
Han Pan's mood soared. Contrary to his expectations, Mi-ho wasn't resisting — she was following his lead. For several minutes he kept rubbing his cock against the place where her pussy was, then slowly turned and carried her toward the bed. He sat carefully on the edge of the mattress.
Already consumed by pleasure, Mi-ho lowered both legs the instant he sat and braced herself. Her high heels touched the floor. She planted her feet firmly and began to rock her hips up and down. Straddling him, she untied the belt of the bathrobe and slowly shrugged it off to cool the heat building in her body. Her covered flesh was revealed again. Seeing her breasts swollen even fuller, Han Pan felt a fresh surge of stimulation. Those breasts were far too much.
Looking down at him, she spoke.
"This is what my son wants, right? Huh? Huh?"
As she said it she ground her pussy even harder against the cock still trapped under his pajamas, riding him up and down. The intense friction nearly undid him. He felt the urge to cum any second — a stimulation more powerful than anything he had ever known. Pleasure seized him so hard it felt as if his brain might simply stop. Mi-ho was the same.
After a long stretch of grinding and rubbing, she shifted her weight forward. Han Pan naturally fell back onto the bed and scooted a little higher. Mi-ho slowly placed both hands on his chest, adjusted her position, and continued sliding her thoroughly soaked pussy up and down along his shaft. Han Pan wanted nothing more than to yank his pants down and bury his cock inside her — but he didn't quite have the nerve to go that far. Neither did she. The stimulation starting in her pussy and racing through her whole body made her ache to take that big cock into herself, yet crossing that final remaining line was still frightening. Even so, this level of intense pleasure was more than enough to satisfy her.
Her entire body burned hot enough to sweat; it felt as if steam might rise from her mouth. She finished peeling the bathrobe away completely. Seeing his mother naked astride him, hips working, hit Han Pan with an even stronger jolt. He truly felt he would cum any moment.
Mi-ho planted both hands on his chest again and drove her pussy at full speed, rocking her hips back and forth to grind against him. After a few more minutes his face contorted. Instinctively she knew ejaculation wasn't far off. Just as she sensed it, he cried out.
"Ah! Mom! I'm gonna cum!!!"
Mi-ho was out of her mind. The words simply tumbled from her mouth.
"Cum! Just cum! Son, just cum!"
The instant she said it, Han Pan's cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of cum with force. Because he was still in his pajamas, every spurt soaked the fabric through and sprayed out in every direction like a burst fountain. Several pulses wracked his body with spasms, and each one sent a matching jolt through Mi-ho — an indescribable orgasm took hold of her, wandering through every corner of her body and lighting her up from the inside. For her it was an orgasm like an orgasm she hadn't felt in a very long time.
His pajamas were already thoroughly wet with the juices from her pussy; now a heavy, clumped patch of his cum had soaked into the same place. It was a little sticky — but she didn't care.