Actively Making a Move on Mom 2
Sensing what was about to happen, Mi-ho shook her head hard and said,
“No. Not here! There are employees right outside…”
Han Pan pressed his index finger to his lips again, telling her to keep quiet.
Mi-ho shook her head even more violently, making her refusal plain.
But Han Pan ignored her completely and started forcing her legs apart.
She resisted with everything she had, yet his grip easily overpowered her. In the end she gave in, spreading her legs wide in resignation.
As her thighs parted, the skirt she was wearing rode up and split open to either side, putting her bare thighs on full display for him.
Being forced to spread her legs and expose herself like this—in the very office where she worked every single day, and by her own son—filled Mi-ho with crushing shame. She was the kind of woman who normally flaunted her figure and left the male employees in a daze, yet the moment she was actually exposed like this, an unnameable humiliation and an uncontrollable excitement wrapped around her body at the same time. She felt herself growing wet.
Showing her son this aroused state of hers was mortifying beyond words.
At last his hands finished spreading her legs wide open.
The thin spandex skirt rolled up all the way to her waist with almost no resistance. What appeared underneath was a simple ivory mesh thong so sheer it was practically see-through lace.
Han Pan still could not quite believe his mother wore such filthy underwear every day. Deep down, though, he loved it.
He slid both hands under her parted thighs, found her ass, and yanked her toward him. Mi-ho slid down the sofa in one smooth motion.
With practiced ease he caught her ankles and lifted them toward the ceiling. Powerless, Mi-ho simply let him do as he pleased, stretching her legs upward in surrender.
Her long, crane-like legs—beautiful in every line—spread left and right until they formed a perfect V. Han Pan pushed them down against her chest. Her legs folded double and her pussy pointed straight up at the ceiling.
He brought his face close. The crotch of her panties was already soaked through, a dark wet patch spreading across the fabric. The proof that she was just as turned on as he was sent Han Pan’s confidence surging higher.
He hooked a finger under the thin strip of mesh and tugged it aside.
For the first time her pink, freshly waxed pussy came into sharp, clear view. Plump outer lips framed a pair of petal-like inner folds whose vivid scarlet color made a mockery of her age; the hole at the center glistened, wet with clear juices.
A sharp-sweet scent rose from her cunt and stabbed straight into Han Pan’s nose. His cock, already hard, throbbed fully erect again, stoking his lust higher.
He slowly lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and dragged it the full length of her pussy.
The faintly bitter taste of her juices coated his tongue at the same instant a rough, gasping moan burst from Mi-ho’s lips.
“Haa… Son… haa…”
The tension of the moment, combined with the way Han Pan stared so intently at her pussy, only excited her more. The knowledge that anyone could walk in at any second pushed her arousal into a whole new dimension she had never experienced before. She was astonished that she could get this wet, but even more astonishing was the way her son’s tongue worked her open.
It was fierce yet delicate, licking every fold and crevice with expert precision. She had to clap a hand over her mouth just to muffle the moans and gasps that kept spilling out.
Han Pan kept ravaging her pussy with his tongue; Mi-ho kept pouring out soft, broken sounds.
Even before the divorce, her ex-husband Taesik had never particularly enjoyed going down on her. The number of times she had received oral in her entire life could be counted on one hand—and what her son was giving her now was something far beyond any ordinary oral she had ever known. She could scarcely believe the storm of pleasure crashing through her whole body from nothing but his mouth.
This was the office where she worked every day, the place where she managed the subordinates who looked up to her. Receiving such shameful oral from her own son right here was an overwhelming stimulus.
That intense stimulation kept pouring into her until, suddenly, an orgasm slammed into her brain like a hammer. She barely managed to clamp her mouth shut and swallow the cry that tried to escape.
Watching her body tremble and shake, Han Pan realized she was racing toward climax. He straightened the middle finger of his left hand and thrust it deep into her pussy.
The new invasion sent a fresh wave of pleasure surging through her; her orgasm peaked instantly. She clenched her teeth, twisted her whole body, and rode the fireworks exploding from the crown of her head all the way down to her toes—pleasure of a kind she had never felt before in her life.
When the orgasm finally began to ebb, all the strength drained out of her and she went limp. Her legs slid down and draped over his shoulders. Han Pan smiled, an inexplicable pride swelling inside him at the knowledge that he had just made his mother come.
Still panting, savoring the last fading aftershocks of a happiness she had forgotten for far too long, Mi-ho looked at the son who was breathing hard right in front of her. She was gasping too, but he looked just as spent from the concentration he had poured into the act.
After a moment of scattered thoughts she slowly sat up and began straightening her ruined clothes. Han Pan rose and dropped onto the sofa beside her.
Looking at him while still catching her breath, Mi-ho asked,
“Satisfied?”
Han Pan hesitated a second over how to answer, then said,
“You’re the one who should be satisfied, Mom…”
A bitter little smile touched her lips.
“Mm… the way you did it was pretty rough, so I can’t say I loved that part. But one thing’s certain—it woke up a feeling I’d forgotten for a long time. So there was satisfaction… and dissatisfaction. From now on, don’t do it like that again, okay?”
Han Pan hung his head.
“Ahh… yeah… I don’t think I could do it twice either… it’s not even my style… But you were hesitating so much I figured I had to man up and just go for it. A guy’s supposed to go straight for what he wants, right?”
Mi-ho looked at him like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, finished fixing her clothes, and sat down next to him.
“Still… there’s such a thing as degree. This was a little much, don’t you think?”
“Yeah…”
Her eyes drifted, almost against her will, to Han Pan’s cock—still standing rock-hard. She let out a short, incredulous laugh.
“That thing’s still going?”
“Huh?”
He followed her gaze to the rigid erection, then gave her an awkward little smile. Mi-ho found the expression unexpectedly cute.
“It really lasts forever, doesn’t it… mm…”
She checked the time as she spoke and realized how late it had gotten. Remembering her next appointment, she looked at him again.
“Mom has another schedule I can’t cancel… it’ll be over pretty quick, though… Want to go home together after?”
Han Pan nodded.
“Sure.”
Mi-ho nodded back, returned to her desk, pulled a compact from her handbag, and fixed her makeup in the mirror before finishing the documents she had been reviewing earlier. Han Pan took out his phone and killed time until, a little later, Mi-ho stood up, told him she would be right back, and disappeared from the room.
He watched her go, eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed with what looked like residual good mood.
Mi-ho left work early and the two of them headed straight home.
After they had been driving for a while she asked, curiosity plain in her voice,
“So what made you decide to come on that strong today?”
Han Pan weighed how much to tell her before answering.
“Actually… I had lunch with Aunt Eun-yeong today.”
“Huh? The person you said you were meeting was Eun-yeong?”
“Yeah…”
“Oh. And then?”
“Aunt Eun-yeong already had a pretty good idea of our situation. She told me to just go for it. Said you can be indecisive about this kind of thing and that a man has to make the decision…”
“Holy shit…”
“What?”
“Ugh… that girl really… I can’t believe her… calling that advice… I can handle my own business… No, she’s just… so embarrassing… really… huu…”
Han Pan shrugged.
“On the bright side, we made some real progress, didn’t we?”
Mi-ho couldn’t deny it, yet the gap between her position as a mother and her position as a woman still left her emotions tangled and unresolved.
“That’s true, but still… I personally don’t like it when it’s that rough… And I’m still confused…”
“Confused about what?”
After a short pause she spoke again.