Actively Making a Move on Mom 1
“Hmm… well… I already have plans tomorrow… But shouldn’t you be meeting Hye-seon and Mi-jo too?”
“Huh? Auntie Hye-seon and Auntie Mi-jo?”
“Hehe, those two seem interested in you as well, you know? Whatever their situations might be, both of them are just as slutty as me… Hye-seon puts on the most prim and proper act, but once you really know her, she’s the lewdest of all. Mi-jo’s no pushover either, hehehe.”
“Oh, really?”
“Give them a call. Timing is everything with women… If you’re late, the chance is gone, got it?”
Han Pan nodded.
Soon the car arrived near Mi-ho’s company, and Han Pan pulled up his pants and underwear, straightening his clothes.
“Once you’re inside, push hard, okay?”
“Huh? Will it be all right at the company?”
“Hehehe, that one only moves if you show that kind of aggression… As you know, she’s the most conservative among us. Show her a man’s assertiveness.”
The car pulled up in front of Mi-ho’s company. She stopped, slightly turned her head, and offered her face to him; Han Pan leaned in as well.
Their lips met perfectly, tongues darting out at the same moment to twine around each other. After exchanging sticky saliva for a short while, they barely managed to restrain the heat that was boiling up again.
Breaking the kiss, Eun-yeong spoke.
“Go on… Next time we meet, let’s play even hotter… And check your phone often, got it?”
“Yeah…”
Before getting out, Han Pan stroked her thigh once. As expected, it felt incredibly good.
“See you again soon.”
“Mm.”
Eun-yeong nodded. Han Pan smiled at her as he stepped out of the car.
With a stern expression, he entered Mi-ho’s company building. A salesman approached, but Han Pan merely gave him a light nod and dialed Mi-ho.
“Mom?”
“Yes, son.”
“I’m at the company.”
“Huh? The company? You came to the company?”
“Yeah. Are you in the office right now?”
“I am, but…”
“I’m coming up.”
“Uh… Wait, I’ll send someone down.”
“Okay, got it.”
The salesman who had been watching stepped back and returned to his post. Han Pan wandered the first-floor lobby for a while, looking over the supercars on display. One after another, luxurious hypercars filled the showroom.
The woman with black horn-rimmed glasses he had met before approached. Han Pan nodded lightly; she returned the nod and guided him to the elevator.
He hadn’t noticed it last time, but she was more attractive than he had expected. Late twenties, roughly the same height as Mi-ho, and quite slender. She wore a neat black skirt suit with medium-height heels; her exposed calves were extremely thin yet shapely, making him wonder if she might have danced ballet once.
Once inside the elevator, Han Pan asked,
“Is Mom busy?”
She smiled faintly.
“The CEO is always busy… But since her son has come, she seems to be in a good mood these days.”
Han Pan scratched his head.
“Oh, is that so? Haha.”
As he gave an awkward laugh, the elevator arrived at her floor and they stepped out. Following her lead, they reached the office; the blinds on the window were open, offering a clear view inside.
He glanced at her. She smiled, gestured for him to go in, then turned back toward her own desk. Through the glass he saw Mi-ho with her head bowed, studying something. Han Pan knocked, then slowly entered.
Mi-ho looked up as he came in.
“Son, what’s the occasion?”
She rose from her chair to greet him. Han Pan’s eyes were drawn to her well-toned figure. The afterglow of Eun-yeong—who had still been sucking and working his cock—lingered strongly, and it made him see her first as an object of lust rather than as his mother.
Having made up his mind, he turned away from the approaching woman, walked to the window, and lowered the blinds. The office was sealed. He then went to the door and locked it.
Mi-ho tensed at his stern expression and the actions that followed. Confirming that the room was completely private, Han Pan slowly approached her. She hesitated, waiting. Tension made her heart race.
Whether he noticed or not, he closed the distance, shot both hands out, and yanked her hard against his body.
Mi-ho cried out in fluster.
“Hup! Son, what are you doing?”
He raised one finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, then pointed behind him—people could hear. With a tense face and wide eyes, Mi-ho could only stare, unable to move.
After looking at her a moment, he gripped her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other, pulling her face to his. The sudden action startled her further; the instant their lips touched she tried to push him away, but his powerful strength held her fast.
He forced his tongue into her mouth, yet she kept her lips tightly shut in resistance. When he pressed closer and rubbed his half-erect cock against her, she quickly understood what he intended and decided she needed to calm him first. Mi-ho went completely limp and let him do as he pleased.
The sudden surrender felt strange; he stopped the forced kiss and looked at her.
Mi-ho spoke.
“Have you done everything you wanted?”
“….”
“Son, even if Mom likes you, expressing it like this makes Mom really flustered… Especially here, where Mom works. There are lots of people around. If we get caught, how awkward would Mom’s position be?”
“….”
Seeing him silent, Mi-ho gently smiled. His increasingly flustered expression made her think he was still just a boy. Guessing he had mustered considerable courage in his own way to make this move, she lightly kissed his lips.
“Son, how can you treat a woman like that? Mom doesn’t really like these kinds of surprises—are you going to disappoint Mom? If you wait patiently, you can have everything… Why the rush? Hmm? Mom told you to wait, didn’t she?”
At those words Han Pan let out the deep sigh he had been holding, walked slowly to the sofa, and flopped down. Looking at him, Mi-ho found him adorable. She sat beside him and pinched his cheek.
“You little… scaring Mom like that… What is this? Hehehe.”
“Whew… It’s hard after all…”
“What is?”
He chuckled, staring at the ceiling.
“I thought women like men who are a bit more aggressive… So I tried expressing it a little, but it doesn’t seem to have much effect…”
Mi-ho burst into loud laughter.
“Hehehe, Han Pan… This isn’t expression—it’s just you going wild on your own… Mood is important for women. Mood, okay?”
He turned his head to look at his mother. Her small face, large eyes, and plump lips were extremely attractive.
“Mom…”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
“What, a kiss?”
“Yeah.”
Hesitating a moment at his request, she slowly brought her face close to his. Their eyes met clearly. Han Pan gazed at her, slowly studying her pupils. He thought she was so beautiful. In Mi-ho’s eyes he was utterly lovable. Having the one and only him in the world right beside her felt wonderful; his existence was more than her own.
As they gazed at each other for a long while, the emotion of love rose between them. Without either taking the lead, they slowly closed the distance. Their breaths nearly touched, and finally their lips met.
The soft touch of her lips against his sent an indescribable ecstasy flooding through Han Pan’s entire body. Their lips brushed, parted, brushed again several times; then slowly they opened, and Mi-ho’s tongue slipped into his mouth.
The warm sensation of her tongue seeking his own was truly the best—a softness that delivered an extremely sweet feeling he had never known before. It possessed a completely different density and sensitivity from Eun-yeong’s tongue, which had been greedily sucking him in pure lust only a short while earlier.
Han Pan knew he was being led, yet surrendering to her lead felt wonderful, so he followed, slowly twining his tongue around hers. Their tongues moved as if dancing, exploring every corner with their full length. Her tongue licked every recess of his mouth; a moment later he did the same, licking every corner of hers, repeating her actions.
While they lingered like that, savoring the feel of each other’s mouths and lips, Han Pan finally pulled away and crouched down between her seated legs.