Mothers' Conversations 2
"Park Mi-ho, we're going to be fifty before we know it… It isn't as long as you think. Put another way, today is the youngest we're ever going to be again… We have to enjoy everything we can while we still can…"
Mi-ho nodded.
"I know… But… I'm just not sure…"
"Body and heart pulling in different directions? Hahaha. I get it. I really do."
"Huh?… Yeah…"
"You already know this about me — I've always lived by following wherever my heart points. You've always been a little more indecisive… But think about it carefully. There are so many strange men out there these days, and it isn't as if you're dying to remarry. So enjoy yourself a little! Your ex-husband is living with some new woman right now, isn't he? Doesn't that piss you off?"
"But does it have to be my son…"
"Why not?"
"But… it's clearly wrong…"
"So you live your whole life following every single law of the world? No, you don't."
"Even so, I think there are lines you simply shouldn't cross…"
"Sure. But that line doesn't apply to everyone, does it? And who gets hurt? I think of this as an unavoidable choice made for the least possible harm."
"Still…"
"Just do what your heart wants. What's the problem? If something goes wrong, you take responsibility… But I have nothing to be ashamed of."
Her sheer confidence left Mi-ho momentarily speechless. Eun-yeong looked utterly certain of herself — and Hye-seon and Mi-jo seemed no different.
Eun-yeong went on.
"Want me to tell you one more thing? My son and I have done every last thing you can think of. Hahaha."
"For example?"
Eun-yeong's face took on a thoughtful cast for a moment before she answered.
"For example… roleplay, outdoor sex, that kind of thing? My son's tastes line up so well with mine that our chemistry is ridiculous… Hahaha… My fetishes and my son's fetishes just click perfectly."
The image of Won-cheol — the boy she had known since he was little — naked and having sex with Eun-yeong sent a strange, electric jolt through Mi-ho's body.
"Have you done that kind of thing too, unnie? My son loves it as well. Hahaha."
Mi-jo said it, and Hye-seon chimed in with a laugh of her own.
"Hahaha. That stuff is pretty ordinary these days. We've gone a lot further."
Watching her, Mi-jo's cheeks flushed as she asked,
"Oh~! How far have you gone, unnie?"
At that, Hye-seon covered both cheeks with her hands as if embarrassed.
"This is all a secret, right? Everything we say today?"
Eun-yeong answered,
"Of course… Even if someone found out, who'd believe it? If you told people a mother and son were having sex, they'd just assume you were lying. And honestly, thinking that way makes it easier for me to be bold with my son… Anyway — what have you tried?"
Hye-seon hesitated a beat, then said,
"Well… swinging, group stuff, lesbian play… things like that…"
Eun-yeong's eyes went wide.
"They really do say the quietest cats climb onto the stove first… You little minx! You actually did lesbian play? I've always wanted to try that — how did it feel? Was Hanseo watching when you did it?"
Hanseo was Hye-seon's son.
Hye-seon's face went thoroughly red as she answered.
"Yeah… It depends on the person, but it wasn't bad… How should I put it… like opening up a whole new territory?"
In that moment, Mi-ho was hit with a fresh, dizzying shock — learning the secrets of the women she had been closest to for years. The most startling of all was Hye-seon, the most demure and proper full-time housewife among them, admitting to group sex and lesbian play. And the fact that her partner had been her own son made it hit even harder.
Watching Mi-ho sit there dazed, Eun-yeong said,
"Mi-ho looks like she's floating off in some other world all by herself. You okay?"
"Ah… My head's spinning…"
She drained her glass and held the empty one out to Eun-yeong, who refilled it as she spoke.
"Think of it lightly… You can keep everything under control, and it's good for you. Sure, people might talk if they found out — but look at it properly. You're building a new kind of relationship with the healthiest, most trustworthy person in the world… So what? And another thing… A mother has a duty to raise her son into a healthy man. And the core of health is satisfying your desires… If I use that a little, what's the problem? I don't know for sure, but Han Pan's at the age where the urges pile up hard… He must be jerking off constantly… My Won-cheol was absolutely ridiculous. Hahaha."
"Unnie, Won-cheol was like that too? My Hyeongwo was struggling so much…"
Mi-jo said.
"Oh, really? So that's how you two got started. Hahaha."
"Then what about you, unnie?"
At that, Eun-yeong slowly began to tell her own story. It was a fairly long one, and she went into every detail of what had happened between her and her son. The other three women felt the heat of it settle into their bodies. Mi-ho felt it most of all — the story was so meticulously explicit it might as well have been erotica.
After talking for a long while, Eun-yeong finished and drained the wine left in her glass. Then Hye-seon and Mi-jo opened up about their own stories as well. Each of them had her own particular hardships, but when it came to their relationships with their sons, they were completely sincere — and their sons seemed to feel the same.
Mi-ho took a deep charge of stimulation from their stories, and she found herself slotting Han Pan into them, wondering what her own relationship with him would become.
And so they began talking about their sons again, trading stories around their shared interest. As the wine kept flowing and the alcohol settled into her, Mi-ho felt sleep creeping up. She rose slowly and let herself sink into the half-reclining sofa beside her.
"Someone call my Han Pan for me… I need to get home… I'm way too drunk…"
Looking at her, Eun-yeong said,
"Alright, I'll message him… Get some rest."
Eun-yeong picked up the phone sitting on the table where they had been drinking.
"Han Pan, you're here~!"
Hye-seon and Mi-jo greeted him warmly as he stepped out of the elevator.
"Hello! Everyone's been well, I hope?"
Han Pan dipped his head slightly in greeting. Both women's faces were flushed, and the empty wine bottles under the table made it clear they had been drinking heavily. His eyes drifted naturally to the sofa beside them, where his mother lay sprawled out, and he let out a quiet sigh. She showed no sign of registering his arrival — proof she had drunk far more than her share. As he approached, wondering how he was going to get her home, Eun-yeong came up beside him.
"Leave Mom to sleep a little longer and have a drink with us! We should celebrate your discharge, after all!"
Han Pan waved a hand.
"Ah… I still have to drive, and if I'm taking Mom home, I really should…"
Eun-yeong pressed on.
"So what? Just one glass."
He hesitated, glancing at Hye-seon and Mi-jo. Hye-seon, with her refined air, was wearing a demure olive-colored dress, the lower half gathered in soft pleats and cut short enough that a generous length of thigh showed. Sitting with her legs crossed only made her look more sensual. She usually gave off such a proper impression, but tonight something about her felt different. Mi-jo wore a thin blouse with a bronze-colored skirt. True to the company they kept with his mother, all of them looked remarkably young for their age, their figures flawless, each carrying her own distinct sexual charge. They were MILFs who would turn heads anywhere — and as that thought left him wavering, Eun-yeong caught his hand and pulled.
"Sit. Just one drink! One glass won't mess with your driving… Listen to us aunties talk a little, too… Let your mom sleep a bit longer… She needs to come around some before you'll have an easy time getting her home. Hahaha."
Still torn, Han Pan found his eyes catching on her body. Sensing his gaze lock onto her figure, Eun-yeong tugged the hand she held and forced him down into a seat. Han Pan sat with a show of reluctant surrender.
Eun-yeong offered him a drink, and he took the glass his mother had been using, accepting the wine she poured. The vivid imprint of his mother's lipstick on the rim of the glass held his gaze in a strangely stirring way.
"To Han Pan's discharge — cheers!"
At Eun-yeong's toast, they all raised their glasses. The wine glasses met with a clear, bright ring of crystal, and Han Pan brought his to his lips. The sharp, full taste of the red wine slid down his throat. Expensive wine that it was, the flavor was dense and substantial yet still refreshing, spreading through his whole body. With it, a good deal of his tension loosened — and watching him, Hye-seon asked,
"So what are you going to do now, Han Pan? Going back to school?"
He nodded.
"Ah… For now I'm putting the return to school on hold and looking into working. My hobby is photography, so I've been thinking about going in that direction…"
Eun-yeong said,
"Oh my, really? What kind of photography?"
"Well… I've been thinking about fashion photography. I'm interested in fashion, and I like meeting people, so…"
"Oh my, really? Is there anything I could help with?"
At that, Han Pan said,
"If it's someone as stunning as you, Auntie, I'd have to ask you to model for me. Hahaha."