A Mother's Confession
Soft lighting.
The living room.
A woman sits on the sofa, wearing nothing but panties.
From a distance close enough to touch, she gazes at the cock bobbing before her, savoring the feel of her own hands working over her breasts.
"Haa... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
Ragged breathing and the wet sound of friction, tangled together. Hot breath spills from her slightly parted lips and brushes against the flushed, swollen head of his cock.
"Nngh...!"
"Haa... haa..."
His hand kneads her soft breasts as he looks down over her dazzling body — the space between her thighs, her legs, her chest, her collarbones. His eyes climb higher until they meet hers.
His hand moves faster. Fluid beads and drips from the tip of his cockhead.
"Mom... can you...?"
"Your nipples...?"
"Yeah... just a little more and I think I'll come..."
His mother's slender fingers flick his protruding nipples. His body jerks violently. His moans grow louder.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
"You can do it... my son... hang in there..."
She whispers, eyes flicking between his face and his cock, pinching his nipples between two fingers and letting them spring free.
"Nngh!!"
In that instant his back arches hard. The cock that had been nodding toward her brushes past her arm. Both of them moan at once.
Twitching. His hand flies at a frantic pace, squeezing the shaft as if he means to wring it dry — and still he can't come. So-young's face twists with frustration.
Hyun-woo's cock starts to droop. She notices it shrinking. Thick beads of sweat drip onto the floor. All she can do is watch.
"Haa...! Haa...! Just a short break, Mom..."
"All right... we have plenty of time... Want some water...? You're sweating so much..."
"Please."
In the end he never finishes. Hyun-woo collapses onto the sofa, breathing hard, fanning his face with one hand. His mother, aching for him, gently wipes his forehead.
She rises and walks toward the kitchen. One step. She glances back. Another step. She looks back again. So-young doesn't know what to do with herself.
She returns with a tray and a dry towel, sets them on the table, pours a glass of water, and holds it to her son's lips like an angel.
"Drink..."
"Thanks."
He gulps it down. His body is slick with sweat. She carefully, thoroughly wipes every corner of him with the towel. His breathing steadies.
"Hyun-woo, feeling a little calmer...?"
"Yeah. Sorry... for putting you through that..."
"Don't say that... Mom... every single thing you do... is precious to me... I love it..."
"Really...?"
"But... Mom is a terrible person... I did something I should never have done to you..."
"What are you talking about, Mom..."
"Hyun-woo..."
"You look sad... Your face... Did something bad happen...?"
"I have a confession... Will you listen...?"
Silence.
Warmth blooms against his thigh. Her hand climbs onto him, gliding upward, stroking him with soft, careful fingers.
"Why all of a sudden..."
"Because I feel like... I have to say it..."
"Mom..."
"Mm..."
"I... love you, Mom. I don't know what it is, but... I'm sure you did it because you were thinking of me..."
"I'm not as good a person as you think I am..."
"...I love you, Mom."
"Really... you make me want to cry... my son..."
"I love you, Mom."
"Hyun-woo..."
"...I love you."
"When you went out... I snuck into your room. I wanted to know..."
"......"
"Your computer was on... and... I looked at the notepad..."
Her hand slips quietly inward along his inner thigh. At the same time his arm winds around her waist. The two of them face each other with wet eyes, feeling every breath of each other's hot air.
"I was curious... what you were thinking..."
"...I see."
"Mom's pretty pathetic, isn't she...? When she has a good son she could put in her eye and it wouldn't hurt..."
"So you saw it."
"Yes... I peeked. And... I found out... how much you love your mom..."
"I was worried."
"I know... I saw it... I know your whole heart, Hyun-woo..."
"No. You don't know anything."
"What... do you mean...?"
"When you make that sad face and call yourself a terrible person... it makes my chest cave in... Mom..."
"Hyun-woo..."
"I love you... You did it for me, didn't you? So I wouldn't go down a bad path..."
"You've grown so mature... Really... You've become a proper man... my son..."
"Every single thing you do... is joy to me. So you're not bad at all..."
"What am I supposed to do... Really... If you say things like that... Mom... can't hold back anymore..."
"I love you, Mom..."
"Is it hard...?"
"Not at all... You're right here beside me... That's enough..."
"From now on... I won't leave you alone anymore... Starting now... Mom will... be with you... I love you..."
A spasm.
His body reacts. Tendons stand out on his thighs as he twists hard. Warmth. Her slender hand brushes past his thigh and sinks deeper. Something stirs and rises, twitching. Their hands overlap.
At last his mother closes her own fingers around her son's cock.
"Nngh!!"
The cry echoes through the living room.
His cock, shrunken almost out of sight, is wrapped in that warm, soft feeling. Pleasure surges up from deep in his lower body. His whole frame shudders with it. Another spasm. In an instant he is rock-hard again.
"Ah...! Mom...!"
"Haa... It's so big... Our Hyun-woo's cock... You've been holding it in so long, haven't you...?"
"Ugh!! It feels... weird... Haa...! Haa...!"
"It's okay... Mom will take care of it... Your terrible... Mom..."
Her palm slowly closes. She wraps his cock and squeezes. It burns hot, thrashing without rest. Carefully she clamps down hard around the base of the shaft.
"Haa...! Haa...! Mom...!"
"Yes... Even this terrible mother... gets sad... when you're hurting..."
Her lips gleam. She lets her tongue slip out just a little. A kiss. Her tongue slowly pushes in. They tangle. The wet sound of friction. Her hand begins to move — from the tip of the shaft, slowly upward.
Twitching. His mind is about to leave him. His vision darkens; sensation digs into every inch of his body. Pleasure floods in and covers him whole.
"Mmmp...!"
His cockhead swells as if it might burst. Her hand strokes up the shaft and down again, then goes mad with speed. Slick, wet friction. He goes rigid. Hyun-woo's back arches; without thinking he thrusts his hips forward. Her hand tightens hard.
The tip of his cockhead flares open, and liquid erupts.
"Nngh!! Mmmph...!"
She ravages his tongue so thoroughly he can barely breathe, faces pressed together, palm crushing down on her son's cock as he comes. Spurt after spurt. Semen spatters across the living room.
Both of them go still. For a long time they stay like that, tongues still tangled, her hand still wrapped around his cock. Their breathing slowly settles.
Very slowly, mother and son draw apart. A long string of saliva stretches between them, connecting them — the trace of the kiss.
"I love you... Hyun-woo..."
"Mom..."
"Were you very surprised...? That it suddenly turned into this..."
"No... I'm really happy... Your face looks so happy..."
"How do you keep... making Mom cry like this... If you do that... it gets hard... for both of us..."
"As long as I'm with you... it's fine... I'll protect you..."
"Yes... Our son... would do anything for his mom... I believe that..."
"Could you... let go of my hand a little... The stimulation's too much..."
"Hehe... It still doesn't look like enough, though... Your thing down there..."
Full erection. It hasn't gone down at all. His cock keeps nodding restlessly inside his mother's hand.
"I... have a confession too, for you, Mom..."
"It's okay. I already know..."
"It wasn't going well... so I stole your panties without telling you. I shouldn't have... and I masturbated with them..."
"I know... I saw them in the washing machine..."
"I'm sorry I disappointed you..."
"I was happy..."
"Mom...?"
"You... masturbated with Mom's panties... and you managed to come safely... so I was happy..."
His tongue pushes into her mouth. Crude, wet friction. The two of them suck and lick at each other greedily. The boundary between parent and child collapses in that moment. A wicked hand slips under the panties covering her ass and strokes the soft, springy flesh.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Lips glazed with each other's saliva. The two of them look at each other in silence. A man and a woman.
"That part's okay now... I want to give you a massage..."
"You mean... you want to use that bad hand again... like just now...?"
"Yeah... Because I think it'd make you happy..."
"Hehe... You little brat, teasing your mom..."
"Want to do it alone...?"
"Do what...?"
"Nothing. Never mind..."
His gaze drops to her panties — to the place where the wet stain shows clearly.
"It isn't hard..."
"I see..."
"Why...? Do you want to help...? Like Mom did...?"
"Nngh...!"
Her hand squeezes down on his shaft. He moans. It twitches and writhes.
"I want a massage. Will you bring the lube and a blanket...?"
"Mm..."
Reluctantly, lingeringly, she lets go of his cock. It springs up like a coil, standing tall. Hyun-woo, who had been touching her ass, pulls his hand free, stands, and looks at his mother. His gaze is blatant.
"If you want to do it again... just say so..."
Hyun-woo nods and goes to fetch the lube and the blanket. He disappears.
A deep sigh. She did it. At last. She took her son's cock in her hand. She stroked him. She opens her palm and brings it close to her face. Excitement. So-young's ears turn red.
For the man she loves. In the end she crossed the line. And she is glad. The cock that swelled so fast. Happiness. She smiles brightly.
He's coming back. To make her happy. With the lube and the blanket. Staring only at her face.
"Is there something on my face?"
"You're handsome."
"Hehe... Even if it's just flattery, it feels nice."
"It's not. I mean it."
"It's embarrassing. Other people never say things like that to me."
"Would you rather hear other people call you handsome?"
Her son steps closer. He rests a hand on her shoulder. He kneels, matching her eye level.
"No. The only person I want to hear that from... is you, Mom."
"You're handsome."
"You're beautiful too."
"Where am I beautiful?"
"Your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your mouth... your shoulders... your collarbones..."
"Oh, come on... Collarbones is too much."
"There's more."
"Tell me."
His gaze keeps dropping. Past her shoulders, it stops at her chest. Both hands reach out. A full, soft sensation.
"Your breasts... and... your waist..."
His fingertips glide slowly downward. She twitches. Her breathing quickens. He reaches her hips.
"That tickles, Hyun-woo..."
"Your hips... your ass..."
His hands sink into the soft flesh of her ass, then spring back full again. He doesn't stop.
"Your thighs... your knees... and... your feet..."
"From head to toe, then?"
"There's still more."
She follows her son's gaze. Very slowly. Past her thighs, deeper inward. The place reflected in both their eyes. Her panties. The shape of his mouth.
He rests his hands on her knees and spreads them apart. The wet stain spreading across the fabric is unmistakable.