The Three of Us Together in the Living Room
When he got home and realized the house was empty, Han Pan headed straight for his room.
He sat down at his computer, logged into an online shooter he hadn't touched in ages, and lost himself in the game.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard a car pulling into the driveway.
Sensing his mother was back, he quit the game and went downstairs to the living room.
There he found Mi-ho coming in, arms full of groceries from what looked like a serious shopping trip. He darted forward, took the bags from her, and set them on the kitchen island.
"That's my boy—still got those strong arms!"
Han Pan greeted her with a bright smile.
"Work go okay?"
"Yeah, it did."
"You been home the whole time?"
"No. Met up with Mi-jo noona… I mean Auntie Mi-jo for lunch."
She shot him a sidelong look.
"And then?"
"Well… gave her the photos… ate… and then… y'know…"
"And then what?!"
"Uh… well…"
"You did it with her, didn't you."
"Ah, well… it just kinda happened…"
Mi-ho crossed her arms.
"Ugh, seriously, that girl never learns… what's she even thinking…"
Han Pan just shrugged.
"Beats me… you figure it out. You're an adult too, so I don't want to get involved in your sex life."
At her words he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close with a sly grin as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Then what about us?"
She shoved him away.
"Enough of that, you. I'm not in the mood right now!"
She looked properly sulky. Han Pan found the jealous glint in her eyes amusing.
She stepped back and began unpacking the bags one by one.
"You bought a lot."
"Yeah, well… first proper grocery run in a while, so I just kept grabbing stuff…"
Han Pan picked out the things that needed refrigerating and put them away.
"What's for dinner tonight?" he asked while she finished putting things away.
"Anything you feel like?"
"Dunno… whatever Mom makes always tastes good…"
Mi-ho's face lit up with a wide smile.
"Really? Then Mom'll cook whatever she feels like…"
"Sounds perfect."
He nodded. Once the groceries were sorted she headed for her room.
"Mom's gonna change real quick."
She said it as she climbed the stairs to the second floor, and Han Pan followed right behind her. Seeing him trail after her, she gave him a puzzled look.
"Why are you following me?"
"Just felt like watching you change."
Mi-ho stared at him, dumbfounded.
"This kid, I swear… go to your own room!"
The strict-mom face she put on made Han Pan flinch inwardly. Watching her flip back and forth between mother and woman, he read the room and retreated to his own door.
That was when he spotted So-jo coming home. He waved from the second-floor landing as she came up from the living room. She spotted him, beamed, and waved back.
Seeing Mi-ho's handbag on the island, she realized their mother was already back.
"Where's Mom?"
"In her room changing…"
"Ah…"
She nodded and came straight upstairs. As she brushed past him she gave his cock a quick, casual squeeze through his pants. Han Pan jumped at the unexpected touch.
"So jumpy… hohoho."
With that little laugh she disappeared into her own room. Han Pan watched the hallway where both women had vanished, smiled to himself, and turned back toward his room to resume the game he'd left earlier.
A little more time slipped by.
Someone knocked, then opened his door. Han Pan pulled off his headphones and looked up.
"Mom says dinner's ready."
He checked the clock. Quite a while had passed without him noticing. He shut the game down and headed for the living room, where he found Mi-ho putting the finishing touches on a delicious-looking dinner. She was wearing very short shorts and a thin white tee. So-jo had changed into the black dolphin shorts she always wore and a thin pink short-sleeve top.
The three of them sat down and ate like nothing unusual had happened that day, chatting about whatever had gone on. When dinner was finished Han Pan helped clean up, then went straight back to his room.
He was dying to know what kind of feedback Mi-jo would get on the photos she'd shown her husband today. He checked his phone messages—nothing special. So he fired off a text to Park Haeseon.
He hesitated over whether to call her "auntie" or "noona," then remembered what Mi-jo had said and went with the latter.
Han Pan blinked in surprise, realizing Mi-jo must have shared the pictures with her. That meant there was a good chance Yoo Eunyeong had seen them too. He guessed they'd probably been posted in their group chat—which would mean Mi-ho had almost certainly seen them as well. Feeling a little caught out, he hesitated over how to reply, then typed.
Her blunt question made him smile to himself.
Han Pan tossed the phone onto the bed. Things were shaping up in a very interesting direction. He figured Mi-jo had probably shared the photos sometime around dinner.
Suddenly curious what the two women were up to, he left his room and went downstairs. He found them sitting side by side on the sofa watching a movie—some foreign sci-fi flick. They were sipping wine and chatting companionably. He strode over; they glanced at him, smiled, then turned their attention back to the screen. Without hesitation he pushed right between them and sat down. Both women laughed and made space so he could settle in the middle.
The movie hadn't been running long.
"What were you two talking about?"
So-jo answered.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yep. Hohoho."
She giggled. Mi-ho cut in.
"No we weren't. Just random celebrity gossip."
"Ah, got it."
Boldly, Han Pan stretched both arms out and draped them over their shoulders. Neither woman resisted; they simply melted against him. The movie kept playing, but none of them were really watching it—not Han Pan, not Mi-ho, not So-jo.
A moment later So-jo's hand slid up his thigh. Mi-ho watched the movement, then laid her own hand on his other thigh and slowly steered it toward his cock. Han Pan looked back and forth between their faces. Both of them were smiling.
He moved the hand that had been resting on So-jo's left shoulder, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her toward him. She offered her lips naturally; he met them. Their mouths touched, then their tongues slipped free and tangled. He spent a few minutes savoring the kiss with So-jo before Mi-ho caught his chin and turned his face toward her. He kissed his mother next, their tongues winding together. He went back and forth between them, trading deep kisses while both women's hands stroked his rock-hard cock inside his pants.
After a while he broke the kisses, placed a hand behind each of their heads, and drew them toward the center. They understood instantly. Mi-ho's and So-jo's lips met. They brushed lightly a few times before So-jo's tongue slipped into her mother's mouth. Soon the two of them were sucking hungrily on each other's tongues. Watching their heated kiss, Han Pan dropped his hands and cupped both of their breasts.