Morning Alarm
“Mmm… first of all, thank you…”
She said it, then hesitated for a moment before turning her head to look at his bed.
Han Pan understood at once that she wanted him to sit on the bed.
He held out his hand and gestured for her to sit.
Mi-ho turned according to his motion and settled herself on the edge of the mattress.
Then she lifted her gaze to him and spoke.
Still reluctant to put the words out, she drew a deep breath and finally opened her mouth with heavy weight.
“Mmm… the truth is… I’d like to talk a little about what happened between us today…”
Han Pan nodded, settling into a posture that showed he was ready to listen.
Encouraged by his positive attitude, Mi-ho continued.
“So… So-jo too, and you too… we’re clearly family… and for family to do that kind of thing is really not good at all…”
Han Pan nodded in agreement.
Watching him, Mi-ho pressed on.
“But what’s done is done, and spilled water can’t be scooped back up…”
She paused, her expression turning thoughtful, then picked up the thread again.
“Honestly… I never even imagined So-jo would get tangled up in this too… so there’s still a part of me that’s a little confused… Having sex with you is one thing, but the whole family getting involved like this—how am I supposed to look at the two of you while we’re living under the same roof…”
“Have you talked with So-jo about it?”
She shook her head.
“No… but I wanted to talk with you first, and then figure out what to do next…”
“Okay. So?”
“So… what we did was…”
“You mean the sex?”
At his words she raised the head she had been keeping lowered, looked at him, and offered a faint smile.
“Yeah… yeah, the sex…”
“Yeah… we had sex.”
“Right, sex… the truth is this is a complicated problem… If Mom is going to be completely honest… Mom likes sex… but when the partners are my own children, that’s a whole different story…”
“I get it…”
“No… you don’t get it…”
“My kids… my son… my daughter… doing that kind of thing at the same time… and all of us together, no less…”
Han Pan could tell his mother’s inner conflict was starting up again.
Mi-ho kept going.
“What happened between just the two of us and what the three of us did together are different things again…”
“…”
“You two are kids who will someday date someone, fall in love, get married… I don’t know how I’m supposed to accept that I did that kind of thing with children like that…”
“Mom…”
Han Pan let the end of the word trail off.
For a while Mi-ho kept her head down, turning various thoughts over, then she lifted her face and spoke with eyes full of resolve.
“Promise me one thing…”
Han Pan nodded.
“Anything!”
“Mom’s older… I’m not like you two, so there are times I can’t just go crazy with sex… but one thing I’m sure of is that Mom wants to be happy… Sex gives me a lot… you already know that well enough…”
Han Pan nodded, and Mi-ho continued.
“As your mother, I want Han Pan and So-jo to always act honestly with Mom… and because I’m your mother, I want at least the minimum of respect… Got it?”
“Of course!”
She studied the strong, certain look on Han Pan’s face, then let out a breath.
Apparently reassured to some degree, she rose from her seat.
Han Pan stood as well.
“You’re still at that age full of fire, so if you wanted to go again right now you could, but an old woman like me needs to rest a bit now… Work at the company was tiring today, and especially doing that with you two burned through way too much energy… especially this morning too… First time in decades I’ve had sex twice in one day, so I’ll have to get used to it from now on…”
Han Pan protested.
“No, Mom! You’re not old at all! The guys at the company, the men on the street—you know perfectly well the way they eye you like they’re waiting for a chance!”
She smiled at his words.
“Yeah… thank you for thinking of me that way, my son…”
She stepped close and stroked his cheek.
“I love you, my son.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
Mi-ho leaned in and brushed a light kiss across his lips.
But the short kiss repeated, then stretched longer.
Soon they were wrapped in each other’s arms, tongues sliding out to twine together.
As her breasts swelled against him and she began rubbing her ass against Han Pan’s cock, his cock responded at once.
Feeling it, she pushed him back and said,
“Stop… that’s enough for today… I need to sleep…”
“Yeah…”
Han Pan nodded.
She bent and gave his lips one more brief kiss.
He could see her face had gone faintly red, as if she were embarrassed.
She looked at him a moment longer, then turned, stepped out of his room, closed the door with a smile, and disappeared.
Han Pan let out the breath he had been holding and sank down onto the bed.
It had been a long day.
Han Pan dreamed.
It was an utterly fantastic dream.
Someone whose face he could not make out was sucking his cock right there on the bed, yet he could not see her face.
He felt pure rapture.
Then the alarm went off.
Han Pan slowly opened his eyes and, without thinking, shut off the alarm sitting by the head of the bed.
But he felt something at his feet and looked down.
There he found Mi-ho with his cock in her mouth.
Seeing him awake, she smiled.
“Mom!”
Han Pan stared down at her in shock—at the rock-hard cock standing tall and at Mi-ho licking it with her tongue.
“Good morning, my son…”
She murmured the words while lapping at his cock with her tongue.
“Uh… Mom…”
“Waking you up like this feels way better than an alarm, doesn’t it?”
Han Pan tipped his head back under the play of her tongue and answered,
“Obviously…”
At that, Mi-ho took his cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down.
A few minutes later her mouth was full of his cum.
She sat up, smiled at him, and swallowed every drop of the cum filling her mouth in one go.
Then she stuck out her tongue, licked the cum from around her lips, took his cock deep into her mouth once more and swirled it to steal the last remaining drops, smacked her lips, and stood.
“Protein shake before a workout—perfect score… mmm…”
She looked down at Han Pan with lewd eyes.
Mi-ho was wearing the very thin robe she slept in; underneath, a comfortable silk slip was visible.
He checked the time, then forgot all about needing to exercise and said,
“This time it’s my turn…”
“Hmm?”
She made a puzzled face at his words.
Then she glanced at his softened cock and laughed.
“This little guy… he’s gone soft?”
Han Pan smiled.
“That’s not the only thing that can make a lady happy…”
Saying so, he shifted his body a little higher on the bed.
“Mom, take that off and climb up over my face… this time it’s my turn to eat you.”
When Han Pan said it was his turn to eat her, Mi-ho felt an unexpected flutter of excitement.
She thought it was bold of him to use the word “eat” about his own mother.
She spent a few seconds turning over the meaning of what he had said, then answered,
“Really?”
Her eyes went round as she slipped off the thin robe.
Her body appeared, clad only in the slim slip.
She was braless, so her breasts and bare nipples stood out hard against the silhouette of the silk.
At the same time she sat on the bed and peeled off her panties.
Then she slowly crawled toward the head of the bed where his face lay.
She gave his lips a short kiss, carefully positioned her legs on either side of his head, gripped the headboard hard with both hands, and leaned her body toward the wall.
Her ass was offered right to his face, and Han Pan’s eyes clearly saw her pussy already soaking wet inside the slip.
Unconsciously conscious of the words he had spoken about eating her, Mi-ho said,
“Son, eat Mom… make me cum…”
For the first time in her life she spat out filthy words with her own mouth.
An indescribable thrill raced through her entire body.
Mi-ho slowly lowered herself, and Han Pan’s face was completely covered inside the slip.
When his tongue shot out and licked her pussy, Mi-ho felt an even sharper, electric thrill shoot through her whole body as if she had been shocked.
Han Pan licked every corner inside her pussy with his tongue.
At the same time he used his lips to gently nibble her clitoris, and each time he did, Mi-ho’s body jerked hard.
Pussy juice poured from her like an outgoing tide.
Han Pan greedily lapped it up with his tongue.
The sharp yet simultaneously sweet taste of her honey was the absolute best.
Han Pan raised his hands, gripped her thighs, and slowly slid them toward her ass.
When he supported her body, Mi-ho was able to lean her weight on him far more easily.
Mi-ho’s breathing grew rougher and rougher; Han Pan could feel her ass beginning to tremble.
And then Mi-ho’s hips slowly started to rock back and forth.