This... Is How I Really Feel... Mom... (2)
But why did she lay out a mattress and a towel over there?
If we're doing it like in the video, we'd need to stand... but looking at that setup, it looks like something you'd do lying down.
"Mom... what's that for?"
"Hmm...? Ah... hehe... actually... I wanted to show you this..."
"Huh?"
Mom hits the back button and taps on a tab packed solid with videos she's already watched.
She slowly scrolls down.
Fuck, didn't she say she just thought of this while we were watching porn and trading dirty jokes earlier?
How many videos has she watched?
My son... barged in while I was showering
Between Mom's Legs
My Son Is Acting Suspicious
Mom's really something else.
Her watch history is packed solid with mother-son incest content.
And she's showing it to me right in front of my face without a shred of shame.
She deliberately scrolls down slowly.
Then her finger stops cold.
Hmm? What's this...
She plays the video.
Today I've prepared a video for releasing the gluteus maximus and medius. Let's get started ^^
What the hell — gluteus maximus and medius?
The screen changes abruptly.
A woman in leggings is lying face-down on a mattress.
Fuck, that's...
Those are the same leggings she showed me earlier, saying they reminded her of when we watched porn together.
Calling them leggings is generous — they're basically painted-on fuck-me tights.
Her waist, navel, the underside of her shoulders, and below her knees are all completely exposed.
A man who looks like a masseur reaches for the woman's ass as she lies on the mattress.
He kneads it.
A mind-blowing rush of arousal flashes through my skull and I almost let out a soft moan without meaning to.
My cock surges hard.
"Hehe... my shoulders have been stiff lately... and my legs feel heavy... I was looking up ways to loosen them up and... found this..."
"Uh... but... isn't that a little...?"
"A little what...?"
Mom's fingertips gently tickle my side.
My body twitches against my will.
Fuck, that couple workout channel she showed me earlier was a fake-out.
This is the real deal.
Mom's true goal.
I thought something was off the moment I saw the mattress and towel laid out.
Haa... she's always thinking several moves ahead.
With my current skill level, I can't touch her.
She's radiating the aura of an absolute master.
She's decided to devour her son's cock.
Mom's flooring it with no brakes.
It's almost terrifying.
"It just... seems a little much..."
"So... a little much how...?"
Mom tilts her head slightly to the side.
She's wearing an expression that says, go ahead and refuse if you can.
The corners of her mouth curl up slowly.
At the same time, the fingers tickling my side pick up speed.
"No... I mean... that area's... kind of..."
"Hehe... did I ask you to massage my ass...? I said my shoulders and... my legs hurt..."
This fucking bitch.
Then what's with the video?
The guy is straight-up mauling the woman's ass.
Look at that — massage or not...
It's way too explicit.
But my cock is honest.
A bead of pre-cum leaks out.
"In the video... he's massaging right there... so I guess I misunderstood..."
"Hehe... why...? Can't you... massage me there...? Don't you remember... when Mom... worked out all those knots... for Seungmin...?"
"H-huh...?"
Mom's eyes drift down to the bulging tent between my legs.
Then the fingertips that had been tickling my side flick my nipple.
My body jerks at Mom's unexpected move.
"Nngh...!"
"Ah... sorry, I was just trying to sit up and... hehe..."
Got me again, fuck.
How am I supposed to handle her?
And what's this about working out my knots?
Ah... she means when she jerked me off.
Shit, she's calling that "working out the knots."
Incredible, Mom.
"Does Seungmin... not want to... work out Mom's knots...?"
"Huh...? No... that's not what I meant..."
"Hehe... I moved my hands so much earlier... they still hurt..."
"Huh...?"
"If you've got any sore spots too, just say so... I'll work them out for you... but first... Mom's turn..."
My balls drop.
What? The meaning of what she just said...
Is she saying she'll jerk me off?
Huu... I can't take any more of this...
I can see exactly what Mom's aiming for, but I've got no choice.
My cock has zero situational awareness and keeps throbbing nonstop.
Just go for it.
I throw up both hands and both feet.
You piece of shit dick.
Let's fuck Mom in front of the camera.
"Does it hurt a lot...?"
As if she'd been waiting for that, Mom holds out her hand.
The same hand that jerked me off.
I grab her wrist.
I press firmly into each of her finger joints.
"Ahh... that feels so good..."
"You okay...?"
"Yeah... thanks for doing it so quick... Seungmin... how was Mom's hand...?"
"Uh...? Th-that's..."
"Hehe... not just my hand... don't you want to... try something else... too...?"
"Huh...?"
Out of nowhere, Mom flicks her tongue out just a little.
Holy fucking shit!
Mom!
I'll do whatever you say!
I don't have nearly enough inner strength to ignore a Mom like this and hold out!
"Ah... i-if you would... that'd be nice..."
"Hehe... if Seungmin... is a good boy and listens... Mom will... work out all those knots... for you...?"
"Y-yeah... Mom..."
"But... you have to... listen carefully to what Mom says... okay...?"
"Yeah... I will."
"That's my boy... such a good listener... so... will you work out Mom's knots... for me...?"
"Huh...? Right now...?"
"Yeah... Mom's legs and... shoulders... are so tight... my whole body feels heavy..."
A sigh escapes Mom's lips.
No — a moan.
The skin around her eyes is flushed red.
"O-okay... what should I do...?"
"Mmm... start with... my calves..."
Mom slowly sits up.
Haa... goddamn, that body is unreal.
You'd expect some soft spots at her age, but no matter where I look on those skin-tight leggings, there's not a single bulge of fat.
Mom slowly approaches the mattress and starts lying face-down.
"Can you bring me a pillow...?"
"Sure..."
I grab the pillow from the sofa and set it in front of her head.
She rests her head on it, then stretches her legs straight back.
Then she spreads them slightly to the sides.
There's a clear wet stain soaked into the crotch of her leggings.
The outline of her pussy is blatantly visible.
You can practically see her asshole at this point.
The ceiling lights make Mom's body, stretched out face-down, even more dazzling.
"Close the window for me..."
"Okay..."
Fucking bossing me around, goddamn.
I've become a body that has no choice but to do whatever Mom says.
It started the moment she stuck out her tongue along with that bullshit about working out my knots.
I shut the glass door to the veranda tight.
I even pull the blinds.
Nobody's going to see, but just in case.
At the very least, the neighbors shouldn't know about a mother and son's secret activities.
Huu... you pathetic bastard.
You're the one who decided to fuck in front of a camera.
Covering the windows doesn't change shit.
Anyone who saw this would call me a lunatic.
I'm about to turn around when my gaze locks on automatically.
Looking down from above.
Mom's entire figure is visible at a glance.
I swallow hard.
From this angle, her shoulders are insanely slender.
Her wrists too.
Even when she held out her hand earlier, it was hard to believe those were the same hands that jerked me off.
How does that much power come out of hands that small...
I didn't last long before I blew my load.
"What are you doing...?"
"Ah... nothing."
"Hehe... Mom's body... looks pretty good, right...?"
"Yeah... well... you already know that better than anyone..."
"Getting older... sore spots pop up here and there... but still... with Seungmin around... I get massages like this..."
"Yeah... it's my first time so... I probably won't be great at it..."
"It's fine... you'll do great... you already... watched how earlier..."
"Huh...?"
"Don't just stand there staring... can you start massaging... Mom's legs...?"
Mom taps the mattress with her foot.
I give up ogling her body.
I sit cross-legged close enough that I could almost touch her side.
I stretch out both arms.
Place them on her ankles.
Fuck, so soft...
"Here... is this good...?"
"Yeah... that feels nice..."
"Already...?"
I haven't even kneaded a few times yet...
Feels good getting praised though.
Was this how Mom felt when I praised her?
I start focusing on her ankles.
I also press firmly into the slightly raised underside of her calves.
I'd kill to work my way up to her thighs, but the words Mom said in chat block me.
Huu... thoroughly trained, you pathetic bastard.
She made a rock-solid promise that if I listen well, she'll work out my knots.
I'm doing everything she says with my eyes locked on that prize alone.
Suddenly, one of Mom's legs plops up onto my thigh.
It presses right against the bulging tent.
"Oh my... sorry..."
"Ah... it's fine..."
"You looked uncomfortable... putting it up should make it easier to massage..."
"Yeah..."
"Seungmin... you're good at this... it feels amazing..."
"Really...? It's my first time..."
"Hehe... Mom's first time too... when she did it for you... how was it...?"
Mom gives a little twirl of the hand that jerked me off.
My face burns.
Why would she ask something like that.
"Ah... it felt great..."
"Good... on weekdays it's just the two of us... so you're the only one I can ask..."
"Yeah... even when my sisters come down sometimes... they're always busy going out..."
"Yeah... so... Mom feels... so secure having Seungmin home..."
"You used to grumble about me never going out..."
"Hehe... now I'll be... working out at home with Mom... and working out each other's knots like this... so..."
"Yeah..."
"Is Mom... being a burden...? Always asking you for things..."
"N-no... not at all... I like it..."
"Hehe... that's a relief... I was worried... what if Seungmin finds it... too much... you know..."
"No way... that would never happen..."
"Yeah... my Seungmin... you've changed so much... ever since you turned twenty... more dependable... and you listen to Mom so well..."
Mom's calf trembles slightly.
It keeps brushing against my cock shaft and pulling away, over and over.
Huu... at this rate I'm worried my dick's going to develop some kind of condition.
Suddenly, Mom stretches the leg she'd rested on my thigh straight back out.
"Hmm...?"
"That's enough there... can you massage... a little higher up...?"
"Uh... sure..."
Fuck, higher up means her thighs.
Does that include her ass?
Haa... just do what she says for now.
I'm already completely swept up in Mom's pace.
Struggling here would only hurt one thing — this rock-hard cock of mine.
My brain is already pickled in dick-juice.
I reach toward her thighs.
I place my hands lightly on them.
"Mmh...!"
"Does it hurt a lot... here...?"
Just touching her and Mom's whole body jerks hard.
I glance at her pussy.
Soaking wet.
I'm a pathetic bastard completely owned by Mom, but she's getting turned on by my clumsy hands.
Confidence surges through me.
Now's the time to snatch back the initiative she stole.
Ignoring Mom's twitching body, I grab both her thighs hard with both hands.
I start kneading them.
"Mmh... haa... haa... nngh..."
"Pretty tight, huh... you should've said something sooner..."
"I know... Mom must be... getting old..."
"You're nowhere near that yet... they're incredibly soft..."
"Mmh...?"
Mom's head turns slightly to the side.
She's staring right at her son's face.
I ignore it and pull her thighs snug up against her crotch.
They press dead-on against my cock standing tall toward the ceiling.
Her pink lips part slightly.
Using Mom's thighs as a side dish, I subtly grind my cock against them.
It twitches nonstop.
Mom doesn't pull her foot away either.
She lets out little gasps mixed with moans now and then.