Stepmother Han Hye-su 4
Han Pan opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.
Across from him, Hye-su climbed into the passenger seat.
He started the engine, adjusted the seat and side mirrors into position, then pulled the car out and headed for home.
The engine caught, the car rolled forward, and neither of them spoke.
The distance home wasn't far, but it was Saturday afternoon and Gangnam-daero was packed solid with traffic.
They rode in silence for a long stretch until, somewhere past the halfway mark, Han Pan glanced at her sitting there so demurely and said,
"Can you spread your legs for me, Mom?"
For a split second Hye-su doubted her own ears.
"Huh? What did you just say?"
Han Pan answered with a completely flat expression.
"Mom, drop the formal speech already… We decided we'd be mother and son from now on, right…? Hearing you talk to your son like that feels weird and awkward to me…"
She stammered,
"Y-yeah… okay… But I didn't just mishear what you said a second ago, did I?"
"No. You heard right. Spread your legs."
She stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Why? Why would I need to do that?"
"Because your son likes it… Because I want to look…"
"Look at what?"
"While I'm driving I want to check just how good my stepmom's body really is."
Hye-su let out a sigh.
Even so, the commanding tone in his voice made her heart start hammering.
"You're pretty bold, aren't you."
"Yeah. I am…"
"And you do realize who you're talking to right now?"
"Yeah. I know exactly… The woman who married my father. My stepmom."
Hye-su's brows twisted into an inverted V as she glared at him.
Having her husband's son bark orders at her was already unpleasant enough, but being told to spread her legs pushed past absurdity straight into humiliation.
She had wanted to treat him well, yet she couldn't believe she was being handled like this.
"Have you always been this ill-mannered?"
"Not really. But I figured you'd be the type."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"A woman meeting her husband's son from a previous marriage doesn't usually show up in sky-high heels and a slit skirt that puts her body on full display…"
"Oh, is that so? Well, I think you're mistaken… I don't dress for anyone else's benefit."
"That right? Then my bad… Doesn't matter, then… Sorry. Forget what I just said. My mistake."
Hye-su exhaled hard.
"What? Where the hell did you learn that whole 'just kidding' routine?"
Han Pan kept his eyes locked on her even while driving.
"I just follow my instincts. That's all…"
"…"
Inside she was still reeling, yet the way he'd been speaking to her in that commanding tone for the last few minutes wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Even with an order this outrageous, she found herself being pulled along by his words.
Getting to know the child her current husband had with his ex-wife and living like family was one thing; something else entirely was stirring deep inside her, something that had seized control of her, and it was fierce.
No man had ever told her so boldly to spread her legs, and the demand carried a kind of charisma.
When she still didn't react, Han Pan spoke to the road ahead in a bored voice.
"Don't want to? Then forget it…"
Hye-su stared at him for a long moment.
Then, as if entranced, she slowly parted her legs.
The long slit of her skirt opened left and right, and the full length of her pale thighs came into view.
Han Pan turned his head and looked at her.
Her legs spread at a forty-five-degree angle looked incredibly good.
He couldn't quite see her panties, but somehow the sight of this woman submitting to him pleased him deeply.
He flashed a bright smile, white teeth showing.
"Now you look sexy…"
"…"
"There's something else I want to tell you…"
"…"
"Mom, your body is really incredible… Makes me want to look even deeper."
Hye-su kept staring at him for a while, then pressed the seat-adjustment button and slowly, carefully slid the seat as far back as it would go.
A wide open space appeared.
Han Pan watched her movements without a word.
Hye-su slowly lifted her right leg and set it on the dashboard.
Then she planted the knee of her left leg against the gearshift side.
Her legs opened wider still, and her panties came fully into view.
Between them was a luxurious pair of sheer mesh panties in a sexy mint color, embroidered with elaborate lace. Through the mesh, a faint dusting of hair was visible.
"Satisfied now… son?"
For the first time Han Pan realized that hearing her call him "son" stirred something real inside him.
This strange new mother-and-son pair simply gazed at each other for a moment.
Even with the heavy tint on the windows, Han Pan hadn't expected her to spread her legs so boldly in the middle of the jammed traffic on Gangnam-daero. He kept his face blank, but inside he knew he had crossed a very hard line.
They held each other's eyes a little longer before she finally turned her head away and folded her legs back in, and the tension broke.
Even so, she still kept her legs open as far as the passenger seat would allow.
Through the parted skirt he could still admire her thighs.
Han Pan decided to test his luck one more time.
He lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and laid it on her thigh.
The instant his fingers touched her skin, Hye-su felt an unfamiliar surge of impulse and, at the same time, a jolt of stimulation right between her legs.
It was a craving she had never experienced before.
They hadn't even had sex, yet the raw hunger for it rose up and flooded her body.
She was flustered; Han Pan, reading her silent permission, felt a private rush of triumph.
The feel of that pure-white thigh was exactly as smooth as he had imagined.
It was the classic texture of a woman who took meticulous care of herself.
Her milky skin was different from Mi-ho's firm, resilient flesh.
It felt like touching soft jelly with his bare hand.
As the sensation traveled up through his fingers, Han Pan felt his cock beginning to rise and press against his pants.
He slowly slid his hand higher, toward her panties, when Hye-su spoke in a low voice.
"That's far enough… One more inch and I tell your father."
The sharp warning stopped his hand cold.
Silence settled between them.
The traffic finally opened up and Han Pan drove hard for home.
Then, slowly, he drew his hand back from her thigh.
The moment his touch left her, Hye-su exhaled the breath she had been holding so he wouldn't notice, and tried to settle her own feelings. The car soon pulled up in front of his house. As he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, Hye-su said,
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow."
"Mm… Nothing special planned yet."
Without realizing it he was already speaking to her in something close to casual speech, the way a couple might after their first time together.
"Then go on a date with me in the afternoon."
"What kind of date?"
"A mother ought to get to know her son, don't you think…? We can catch a movie, grab a meal… have some coffee… that sort of thing…"
Han Pan thought it over for a second and avoided giving an immediate answer.
"Alright. I'll think about it and text you."
With that he stepped out of the car and headed for the house.
He never looked back as he went inside.
His mood was thoroughly complicated.
It felt like he had actually done something, yet it had worked and nothing had blown up.
He had stayed true to his own feelings, focused on them, and the result left a residue of guilt afterward—but he didn't dwell on it.
For him, desire in that exact moment had mattered more than anything else.
The thought that he had put his hands on both his father's former woman and his current one delivered a strange catharsis, and the sense of betrayal he was committing felt thrilling.
He was clearly a terrible son, but what mattered was that Mi-ho and Hye-su were answering him in kind.
He found it more than a little strange that he had landed in this kind of relationship at all.
Still, he decided to just go with the flow, to follow wherever his feelings led.
Either way, he was receiving the same emotion from both women at once.
Once inside the house, Han Pan thought how eerily quiet it was.
He had expected his mother and sister to be home, but there was no sign of them.
The clock showed past five. The two women he had promised to go clubbing with that night were nowhere to be found, so he shot them both a KakaoTalk message asking where they were.
A moment later a reply arrived from So-jo.
Learning that they had randomly decided to hit a salon, Han Pan sighed and flopped full-length onto the sofa.
He turned the earlier events over in his mind for a while, then picked up his phone and texted Hye-su that they should meet around two the next day.
A moment later the message showed as read, and a short reply came back saying okay.
Han Pan opened a movie-theater app and started searching for something worth watching tomorrow.
He found a decent film and booked the tickets.
After he hit the payment button and set his phone down on the coffee table, the tension drained from his body and sleep began to creep in.
He closed his eyes and let himself drift off for a while.