Chapter 30
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: First Time Jerking Off to Mom
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I jerked off like a madman in the bathroom, using the image of Mom as my fap material.
To be honest, this was all Mom's fault.
Having these disgusting thoughts about my own birth mother pop into my head out of nowhere—sure, part of it might be my problem... but it was because Mom had me so young. A fourteen-year age gap? That's just too weird.
And what kind of mom has such a youthful face... more like a big sister's than a mother's... with hips and thighs that slutty?
Yeah... that was the bigger issue than anything wrong with me. Right, this was all Mom's fault. Her slutty body was to blame. That huge ass and smooth legs, her slender waistline and pale skin... only fourteen years older than her son, but looking maybe five years older at most thanks to her baby face... and her nymphomaniac nature.
How nympho do you have to be to do that shit right next to your kids without a care? With Dad, with Kwak Young-cheol, screwing right beside her own children—that nympho nature was the root of all evil. I gritted my teeth and pinned the blame on the Mom in my fantasies.
"Hah... hah... fuck..."
Slap slap slap slap
Once I shifted the blame to Mom, my hand moved even faster. I didn't try to push her body out of my mind anymore. That bitch So-hye was no help at all anyway.
'...Damn, I really shouldn't be doing this.'
The taboo thrill. That bizarre sense of deviance from breaking moral rules pushed me onward.
Go bolder with the fantasy, it urged. Imagine Mom getting railed by Kwak Young-cheol, moaning like a whore.
And that moan from yesterday... the one that sounded like she was saying it was okay for her son to jerk off watching her.
"Ngh!"
That was the trigger. I came hard imagining Mom pinned under Kwak Young-cheol, getting fucked senseless. It was a truly repulsive and disgusting fantasy.
In that fantasy, I was right next to Kwak Young-cheol, gripping my dick and sucking on Mom's tits like she was an onahole getting plowed.
...Ah. It was like gangbanging Mom alongside that bastard Kwak Young-cheol...
The massive disgust and self-loathing from that image nearly drove me insane...
But the taboo rush was just as intense, making my body spasm wildly as I blew my load without control.
The emptiness that followed. And the guilt...
I barely cleaned up and shuffled out to the living room, where Mom had already set the table and was waving me over to eat.
"Sorry... I'm not feeling well."
I couldn't even meet her eyes and bolted back to my room. At that moment, there was no way I could face her. The aftereffects haunted me for quite a while.
January 4th, morning.
I'd kicked off the new year with that sin, and for a while, it was hard to look Mom in the eye.
But as time passed, it faded.
Doesn't everything—pain, happiness—eventually dull?
So I eased back into routine.
After the January 1st holiday, as a third-year high schooler with college entrance exams done, I legally lounged at home playing games like a NEET.
But my little sister still had to throw on her uniform and head to school.
She'd flunked a year and was now an adult, but had to endure another full year of high school.
"Fuck, I don't wanna go."
"Hey, you've skipped almost a whole year—go already."
"Fuck off."
Kang Mi-hyun... as her big brother, it's awkward to say, but she was a total delinquent bitch. The way she wore her uniform right now...
"You wanna keep wearing that shitty uniform even as an adult?"
"What the hell's your problem now?"
"You? Call me Oppa, you brat."
"Bullshit. Five minutes older and you act like it."
Anyway, that uniform she was wearing? It wasn't a uniform—it was practically lingerie.
She'd cropped the blouse super tight to her body, and with her 70G cups—even bigger than Mom's tits—it strained like it might burst.
One button was already gone, exposing her cleavage.
The skirt was shortened to the max, barely more than a rag around her hips. As she bent slightly to change, her panties and ass cheeks flashed right out... total butt skirt.
Just like the ones Mom wore to work...
'Hah. Mom and Mi-hyun, both the same.'
Honestly, I was grateful she hadn't come home pregnant from fooling around like Mom.
Tsking my tongue, I stepped into the living room and saw Mom prepping to head out in a tight ass-hugging skirt just like Mi-hyun's.
A few months back, she'd worn the exact same style to work... and even in winter now, she stuck to it.
The difference was the material and price. The office look seemed subtly more luxurious now.
That tote bag in her hand? Over three million won, from what I knew.
And the coat draped over her for winter—cashmere material, I recalled.
No way she could afford that on an accountant's salary.
'...Jeez...'
She was my mom... but I couldn't help feeling a twinge of contempt.
Sorry, but it was obvious she was spreading for Kwak Young-cheol and getting sponsored like a concubine.
Twitch.
But thinking of Mom and Kwak Young-cheol's relationship, my head filled with disdain while my crotch stiffened against my will.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I'd been holding back from jerking off to Mom like that time—the guilt was too much—but now...
"Hyun-seong, what're you thinking about?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing."
"You're no fun... Mom might be late tonight. Company dinner."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. So eat dinner without me."
Once Mom and Mi-hyun both left, the house fell quiet.
With exams over, I had nothing to do as a post-high-school slacker. I flopped on the living room sofa, flipping channels on the wall-mounted TV.
"Nothing good here either..."
Man. Back in the one-room, no TV or laptop—just a cramped space with zilch to do. Maybe that's why I buried myself in studies while Mi-hyun roamed the streets.
Thinking that way made me see Kwak Young-cheol—who provided all this... and Mom, who flirted with him for it—in a new light.
'...I haven't earned a dime for the family. Was I wrong to despise Mom like that?'
Instinctively, I scorned Mom for whoring herself out to Kwak Young-cheol... but flip it around—she spread her legs for us, giving us this nice house and life.
"...Suddenly feel kinda bad."
It was just a gut thought, but I'd subconsciously treated her like a streetwalker sacrificing for the family.
"Yeah, you dumb fuck!"
Suddenly embarrassed, I slapped my cheek and muttered to myself like a lunatic. The guilt from using Mom as fap material last time doubled up with this. Not overwhelming, but it soured my mood.
And in that sour mood, I retreated to my room, fired up my laptop, and searched for new porn.
Depression's cured by a good wank, after all.
Morning jerk session done, lunch, nap. Around 2 p.m., I woke up a wreck, gamed a bit, then surfed the net reading shitposts.
Still only 3 p.m.
"Wow, seriously nothing to do."
Bored, I hit up Instagram. Naturally, scoped out those gracious big sis accounts flaunting their bodies. Less intense than porn, but amateur slut pics hit different.
"Oh... oh ho."
Swiping through pics...
Pause.
It was a rapidly rising popular reel: some office where a female employee with an insanely huge ass shook her hips side to side.
Tight H-line skirt... ass skirt length, teasingly short. Panties? Maybe, maybe not—flashing glimpses that drove you nuts. No face shown, always facing away, but that body, especially the lower half, was insane... massive ass, thick slutty thighs tapering to slender ankles. Killer legs.
If no filter, top 0.01% easy...
"Whoa, fuck... huh?"
Wait...
Isn't that the outfit from today...?
"...Mom?"
No face, but definitely Mom.
That massive ass alone... no one else like that. And that skirt—she'd worn it out today.
Panicking, I tapped into the account of who I guessed was Mom.
New account, made recently, but already thousands of followers. Few posts, but...
Hotel pool in a slutty monokini, ass thrust way back provocatively.
Hotel room, in crotchless panties, on all fours with ass up.
And...
"No way..."
Clearly an office... an office...
In sexy fishnet bodystocking—like event cosplay for sex—bent over the sofa, twerking that huge ass...
Highest views by far. Shot this morning too.
Fuck.
In that short time, tens of thousands of hearts. Tens of thousands jerked to Mom shaking her ass in cosplay sex gear in Kwak Young-cheol's office.
"Ah... ah, fuck..."
Ah.
Head spun.
"...Mom... does Mom do shit like this every day in Kwak Young-cheol's office...?"
My fantasies veered into filthy territory.
The bastard making her wear full-body fishnets and dance in the office...
Would he just leave her alone after that?
I knew Mom and Kwak Young-cheol were fucking like rabbits—didn't wanna know but knew; certified by the pounding next door recently; even knew about the body writing play...
But this felt... off. Really off.
How far was Mom letting Kwak Young-cheol use her?
...Or was it one-sided? What if Mom... enjoyed this shit?
Trembling, I tapped her hottest reel and checked comments. As expected, crude body praise dominated.
Instagram censored the worst, but the heart emoji spam was nauseating.
And the most disgusting part? My dick rock-hard from it.
It was clearly Mom's account... and her son was throbbing. Worst, but reason couldn't control it.
Dark fantasies crawled out like bugs from my subconscious, filling my head.