Actively Coming On to Mom 3
“I’m your mother… before I’m a woman… Of course, I’m not denying my feelings, but…”
She hesitated for a moment before continuing.
“Ah… I don’t know. I’m so confused myself…”
Han Pan felt awkward.
“Um… so I guess I got a little ahead of myself. Sorry about that…”
Mi-ho shook her head as she spoke.
“No, no… Mom understands completely… You’re still young, after all.”
As she said it, she gave his thigh a couple of light pats in a gesture of encouragement, then stroked it as if to reassure him that everything was fine.
Han Pan, however, took it a different way.
He quietly rested his hand on her thigh and began to stroke it in return.
She broke into a broad smile.
“This kid… now you’re interpreting everything that way…”
“Huh? That wasn’t it?”
“No… no… just do whatever you want. Hohoho.”
Mi-ho laughed with genuine delight.
Having her son look at her as a sexual object was certainly unsettling, but she had already decided to live more honestly with her own feelings. She couldn’t deny that the emotions he stirred in her weren’t unwelcome, and his attention itself was thoroughly enjoyable. More than anything, they had already crossed the line. There was no going back now.
“No, we’ve already opened up properly, and it’d be ridiculous for me to pull away at this point. Just do whatever you want… but I’m not going to have sex. You promise too…”
At her direct mention of sex, Han Pan’s face lit up.
“Oh, so everything else is okay?”
Mi-ho smiled as she answered.
“That depends on my mood at the time… hohoho.”
“Great! Then let’s put Mom in a good mood. Wahahaha!”
“Sure. Up to you!!!”
“Oh! Then… starting now?”
Mi-ho raised her right hand and pinched his cheek.
“You little brat, has some lewd devil possessed you? There are so many women in the world—why on earth are you having those thoughts about your own mother?”
She let out a sigh.
“Han Pan, you’ll have a girlfriend soon enough. Then your old mom will be lonely, won’t she?”
“What? Why are you already thinking about that? Isn’t the important thing right now, the present?”
“Han Pan, when you get older, you always think about the future… That’s just what aging is.”
Han Pan gently put his arms around her as she drove.
“Mom… don’t worry. That’ll never happen…”
“Alright, alright… my son… thank you for thinking of Mom too… But what’s so good about an older woman like me? You’ll soon have plenty of young girls with fresh skin around you… Is it just because I’m the only one near you?”
Han Pan shook his head firmly.
“Absolutely not! I trust my own senses!”
“Han Pan, you’re still young, so you might not fully understand… Think it through carefully once.”
“Hmm…”
Han Pan leaned against the window of the moving car and considered why he had fallen so hard for his mother. No particular reason came to mind. Watching his serious expression, Mi-ho smiled softly.
“Well, it doesn’t seem like any special reason is coming to you, so I’ll just take it as Mom having so much charm that no other woman can even compare!”
Watching her praise herself, Han Pan couldn’t deny that looking at his mother stirred an undeniable attraction in him.
He lowered his hand and reached for the bare skin exposed beneath her skirt. Feeling his touch, Mi-ho slowly parted her legs. As the skirt rode higher, Han Pan slid his hand further inward along her inner thigh. The soft feel of her thigh was exquisite.
He kept stroking Mi-ho’s thigh while she drove home, doing her best to keep a straight face.
A short while later they arrived and went up to the living room, where a stuffy heat hung over the house.
“Did the housekeeper forget to set the air conditioner timer? It’s not on…”
She said it as she used the remote to turn the air conditioner on. Cool air began circulating through the living room, and Mi-ho felt the relief as she set her bag down on the sofa and sank into it.
“Whew, it’s hot… Son, get Mom a glass of water.”
“Okay.”
Han Pan went to the kitchen, prepared a glass of cold water, returned to the living room, and handed it to her. Mi-ho drained the entire glass in one go and drew a deep breath. The day’s work stress and the tension from her son’s sudden advances began to ease, and all sorts of thoughts swirled through her mind.
Han Pan sat down beside her and pulled off the shirt he had been wearing. He had been outside all day and was fairly damp with sweat.
Looking at him, Mi-ho said,
“Don’t strip like that right under the air conditioner… You’ll catch a cold.”
Showing off his solid physique, Han Pan smirked.
“Why, you don’t like it?”
Gazing at his attractive upper body, Mi-ho reached out and ran her hand over the lines of his muscles.
“Mm… it’s not that I don’t like it… it’s just embarrassing when you casually strip in front of Mom like this…”
“You’ve gotten pretty sensitive lately… Until a few days ago you were enjoying it…”
Han Pan began kneading her shoulders with his hands.
“Noona, loosen up a little… You seem way too on edge these days.”
His playful banter made Mi-ho burst out laughing.
Han Pan worked with considerable strength yet a gentle touch, carefully adjusting the pressure as he rubbed the tight muscles of her shoulders one by one. The knotted muscles loosened deliciously, and she could feel her body naturally relaxing.
“Mm, son, that feels good. Do a little more…”
She said it as she offered her shoulders further. Han Pan massaged her shoulders and back with serious focus, and under his touch she felt the strength drain from her entire body.
He stood up and pointed to the other side of the sofa.
“Mom, lie down on the sofa.”
“Huh…?”
Mi-ho hesitated briefly at his gesture, then slipped off the heels she was wearing and buried her face in the sofa. Han Pan climbed over her body and massaged her all over. The massage from his grip felt incredibly relieving. Before long her body grew languid, and Mi-ho slipped straight into sleep.
Some time later, when Mi-ho woke from her sleep, she found herself lying on the bed in her own room. She lifted her head to check the clock; the time was already approaching seven. She sat up with a blank expression for a moment, then noticed her clothes had been changed and realized her son had redressed her. A small laugh escaped her.
She got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and headed straight for Han Pan’s room. Without thinking, she knocked and immediately opened the door.
Han Pan, who had been sitting in front of the computer, hurriedly closed whatever was on the monitor and brought up the desktop. Mi-ho instinctively knew he had been looking at something he didn’t want her to see—something dirty, without a doubt. The telltale signs of hastily pulled-up pants caught her eye, but she chose not to acknowledge it.
Han Pan forced a smile.
“Uh… Mom… did you sleep well?”
Mi-ho took a few steps closer to him.
“Yeah, our son’s massage was so good I slept like a log. But what were you doing?”
“Ah… just… looking at this and that…”
She came right up behind him and looked at the screen.
“Looks like you were watching something… If it’s something good, you should share it with Mom.”
At those words Han Pan felt his heart race and grew flustered. Seeing his face turn quite red, Mi-ho thought that even though Han Pan had grown up, he was still a kid after all.
She pressed him.
“Hurry up and bring the screen back up… Let Mom take a look too.”
“Uh, Mom…”
Leaving the flustered, fidgeting Han Pan behind, Mi-ho fixed her gaze on him, then reached down and took hold of his mouse. She restored the Chrome window that had been minimized at the bottom of the screen.
The entire display filled with naked women.
The site name was Pornhub.
It was a site she had learned about from Eun-yeong and watched herself, so the fact that Han Pan frequented it felt rather fresh. Mi-ho studied the screen carefully. There was a blonde white woman on it. Nearly naked, holding a purple dildo and staring at the camera in a seductive way that was far from ordinary. She was dressed in glamorous black lingerie that wrapped her entire body, looking extremely high-class—almost like an expensive call girl.
Mi-ho moved the mouse and pressed the play button. Han Pan was thoroughly flustered and didn’t know what to do.
The video started playing.
A white woman slowly danced, moving her body this way and that, then lay down on her bed and teased the viewers. Then she spread her pussy with her fingers, touched her clit, and the scene shifted to her sucking on the dildo with her mouth. What stood out was that the woman on screen was of a fairly mature age, yet her body was absolutely killer. Large breasts, a narrow waist, and a plump ass—far more voluptuous than Mi-ho’s. The classic white glamour look.
Mi-ho had no intention of losing when it came to her own figure, but she couldn’t compete with that kind of glamorous body type.
She smiled as she spoke.
“Nice… Is this your type, son?”
“No, well… not so much a type as… just…”
Watching him hem and haw, Mi-ho said,
“Son, Mom told you… a man has to be confident… Han Pan, you’re an adult—why are you being so wishy-washy? Mom isn’t going to scold you for watching this… Actually, Mom should learn from watching this, huh? Hoho.”
“Huh?”
Han Pan looked up at Mi-ho with a puzzled expression, and she continued.
“How should I put it… ways to seduce a man in bed? I guess guys like this kind of thing?”