Blood Relations (11)
She bustles through every corner of the house, sweating freely as she cleans. The bathroom is the last room she finishes. Her lower back aches fiercely by the end of it. In moments like this she thinks how nice it would be if Hyun-woo gave her a massage. No—Min-su.
She peels off her damp training pants and T-shirt and steps into the shower. Water cascades over her. Every time the stream brushes that place her body grows hypersensitive. She can barely stand it. She washes quickly and steps out.
Sitting on a chair, she towels herself dry and naturally picks up her phone. A message from Hyun-woo. One photo attached. He has taken a picture of So-young’s body thick with soap foam. Her little sister’s face is hidden behind her hands.
Someone she can pour her worries out to. Her little sister and her nephew. The situation has completely reversed. She clutches at any straw she can find. She has already reported everything that happened with Min-su to three people: Jun-hyeok, and So-young and Hyun-woo. Those two are actually committing incest. That makes her trust them even more.
The pheromone perfume her sister gifted her. She sprays it liberally over her body. The scent is overpowering. She frets over what to wear. A short, soft-pink wavy skirt. No shorts underneath. Anything to look even a little younger. Light-blue panties—something her son’s eyes can catch. A crop top with a deep plunge that shows off her cleavage, the part of herself she is most confident about.
She stands in front of the mirror and checks her front and back. Then she goes downstairs. She lies face-down on the sofa and draws one leg up toward her belly, a pose that makes her ass swell as if it might burst and exposes the insides of her thighs.
In the chat room she shares with Min-su, her trembling fingers slowly type.
No reply from Min-su. She saw the number disappear, yet still nothing. She has been left on read. Swallowing her frustration, she vows silently that she will make Min-su fall into her arms no matter what. She closes her eyes and waits.
The living room is wrapped in silence. How much time has passed? The front door opens and footsteps draw nearer. A fierce thirst. Her mouth goes bone-dry.
“Mom…?”
She pretends to sleep. She feels his blatant stare. For a long while her son stands there, raking his eyes over her body. In the end he never touches her. He slowly moves away. A door closes.
“Haa…”
Calm Min-su. Completely different from last time. No rough breathing, just watching. He never even took his cock out, never laid a hand on her. So-jin’s pride as a woman sinks.
At that moment Min-su reappears. He approaches holding his phone. So-jin squeezes her eyes shut. Panties visible through the short skirt. Pale soft flesh. Thighs, and ass. An unashamed gaze. He takes pictures. Silent camera app. Close-ups of the panties. Mom still hasn’t noticed. She carefully cracks her eyes open and looks. She discovers the phone aimed between her legs. Her son’s fingers fly across the screen. A sensation rises from deep in her lower body and soaks through her entire frame. Her son hurriedly leaves. Mom’s heart pounds.
Secret photos. He has recorded his mother’s body. Min-su’s door is shut tight. So-jin stares blankly at it.
So-young waits in front of the entrance wearing sunglasses and a mask. A French coat that covers down past her knees. Black stockings. She has dressed herself up carefully. Hyun-woo comes up behind her and naturally wraps her in a back hug.
“All ready?”
“Yeah, Mom…”
“Didn’t you say the appointment was at six?”
“It’s boring being home alone… I’ll walk around and head over when it’s time.”
“Hehe… Our son’s gotten active, huh?”
“More like Mom isn’t home, so.”
“…I’ll be back quick.”
“It’s fine. Mom’s a pro… You have to handle the job perfectly.”
“Let’s go.”
They hold hands, roughly fondling each other. The moment they step outside they let go. He walks her all the way to the main road. They chat until the taxi she called on the app arrives. So-young hesitates getting in, looking reluctant. She gazes at her son’s face and smiles brightly.
“Go on, you’ll be late.”
“Hehe… See you at home tonight.”
Only after the taxi carrying his mother completely disappears does Hyun-woo move. He sits on a bench and texts his aunt. Her reply is slow. He looks up at the sky and meditates.
Their relationship has already grown used to oral sex. Only one act remains. Insertion into Mom’s pussy. He has confirmed she even bought condoms. Actions that show Mom is thinking about sex. Insertion opportunities come every single day. Yet he still has not heard her answer. He wants her to ask him to put it in her pussy. He wants her to bow her head before her son and sever the parent-child relationship herself. It is already over in every practical sense, but after waiting so long he wants it made certain. Completely his. His woman alone. He does not know how much longer he can hold out. The desire to put it in is overwhelming.
Time flies; it is already half past five. He heads to the meeting place. He loiters, scanning the women who pass by. His phone vibrates. A message from Teacher Yuri.
Sudden tension floods him. He looks around but cannot find her. Pink hair. She approaches smoothly.
“Excuse me?”
“Ah—you startled me… You scared me.”
“Hehe… You came out early?”
“You too.”
Hyun-woo’s face turns red. A pink jacket, leather skirt. Pink stockings as well. She has come out in boots. They go into a café and sip coffee.
“Um… You can drop the formal speech.”
“Just me?”
“There’s a bit of an age gap…”
“You said we should drink… Let’s both speak casually then.”
“Okay…”
“You said you’re twenty, right?”
“Mm… Noona.”
“Pfft, right… I’m noona to you?”
He almost called her Teacher. He has many questions, yet the words will not come easily.
“On your way back from work?”
“Yeah, I finished early… Had some things to wrap up.”
“I’m curious what you do.”
“Hehe… You said your first love was your high-school teacher, right?”
“Yeah, homeroom teacher in first year… I still remember the name.”
“What is it?”
“Lee Yu-ri.”
“Hehe… I see.”
She smiles bashfully. Up close she is cute. Her makeup is completely different from how she looked at school.
“What’s your name, Noona?”
“Shouldn’t you go first?”
“Kim Hyun-woo.”
“Just call me Noona.”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“Once we get closer.”
“How do we get closer?”
“Drinks?”
“Let’s go drink, Noona.”
No need to drag it out. They leave and head toward the alley packed with beer halls. Yuri walks behind him. Screw it. He grabs her hand.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“You said you’d tell me your name once we get closer.”
She is left speechless. She follows obediently. Progress is so much faster than with Mom. Was seducing a woman always this easy?
They enter a suitable beer hall and order. Drinks and snacks are set down; they have a light glass. The tension eases. Conversation flows well. A good woman.
“You like pink, huh?”
“Yeah, I decorated my room pink too.”
“Don’t tell me you sleep hugging stuffed animals?”
“How did you know? I have a bear and a puppy.”
“The pure style suits you, Noona.”
“Really?”
“The more I look the more you resemble her… my teacher.”
“She must have been really pretty.”
“Hehe… Do you think you’re pretty, Noona?”
“A lot.”
“Yeah, you are… I’ve seen guys try to get your number.”
“I only gave it to you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my type.”
“Am I handsome?”
“Yeah.”
“Whoa… You’re bold, Noona.”
“You got my number because you think I’m pretty too. Resembling that person is part of it, but still.”
Bottles empty. They order more and keep talking without pause. Already the third bottle. They have not even been together two hours.
“Noona, aren’t you overdoing it? Your eyes are unfocused.”
“Hehe… Your cheeks are red too… and your eyes.”
“Getting drunk in front of a guy you just met… What makes you trust me enough to drink like that?”
“You’ll take care of it… right?”
“Hehe… You’re really drunk.”
Another glass. It goes down smoothly. Blatant stares. Teacher rests both elbows on the table and props her chin, staring straight at him. It is almost burdensome.
“You’re looking at me like you want to eat me, Noona.”
“That teacher who was your first love… Did you only like her?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Did you only like her?”
“Well, I barely had chances to talk… I was quiet so I never even stood out to her.”
“No, not that…”
“Can I be honest?”
“Yeah, look at Noona while you say it.”
“Her chest looked big.”
“Hehe… Changing the subject. Fine… I’m a C-cup.”
“No, I was talking about my first-love teacher… I ended up staring at her chest… and her legs too.”
“She had a good body?”
“Yeah. Lots of other guys liked her too… They even joked among themselves about wanting to fuck her.”
“You didn’t have friends?”
“I told you I kept quiet… I just listened.”
“What about you?”
“Sometimes during class the teacher would bend at the waist… Every time I had a thought.”
“Hehe… You looked at her ass?”
“I wanted to fuck her doggy-style.”
“Your homeroom teacher?”
“Yeah. But with Noona I want to fuck you while looking at your face.”
“Hehe…”
Her expression does not look entirely displeased. She pours into an empty glass and downs it. He has one too.
“Ah… I’m getting drunk.”
“You drank way too fast. Eat some of the snacks.”
“I’m sleepy…”
“Huh…? If you fall asleep here we’re in trouble.”
Teacher Yuri’s head droops. She plants her face on the table. His phone vibrates. A message from Mom.
Teacher Yuri will not get up. He shakes her shoulder but gets no response. He has no choice but to move to the seat beside her. Her legs are striking. Perfume scent drifts over. She passed out the moment the sex talk started. He frets. Even if he takes her out there is nowhere to go. He does not know her home address. He cannot even put her in a taxi. He decides to wait a little longer.
A tall model with coppery skin. She approaches affectionately. The shoot is over, yet she will not leave So-young’s side. Touched by the effort, So-young has a quick coffee with her. A short chat. The girl says she has an appointment soon and stands up. Perfect timing. So-young smiles brightly and sees her off.
“I hope we get to work together again. I really learned so much.”
“Relax. You’re being so formal I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Hehe… Get home safe, sunbae-nim!”
The girl bows in farewell. So-young finally sends her away and heads home. She loiters on the main road to call a taxi.
Huh? That person…
A man standing across the street. Her son, Hyun-woo. She wonders if she is mistaken and opens her eyes wide, but it is definite. Her son’s face grows clear. He is carrying someone on his back. A woman. Pink hair hanging over his shoulder as if she is drunk. So the friend he was meeting was a girl. That is fine. He is a grown adult.
Hyun-woo wanders as if he has lost his sense of direction. Mom is standing right here. He cannot see her. Too busy paying attention to another woman. Hyun-woo carefully studies a sign. A PC bang. Well, not ideal, but it could buy time for the alcohol to wear off. He walks past it. Where are you going, Hyun-woo? Not there. Only motels left.
Wait…?
The place Hyun-woo is heading while carrying the drunk woman. An alley dense with motels. Her heart plummets. He vanishes from sight. Her body trembles. She calls Hyun-woo. Thankfully he answers right away.
“Yeah, Mom.”
“Where are you? Mom just got to the house.”
“Still at the beer hall… Gonna talk a bit more then leave. Maybe an hour or two if it runs late?”
“Okay, come home soon… I’ll shower and wait.”
“Got it.”
A lie. Her son went into a motel with a woman.
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Irritating. His cock only gets hard in front of Mom. You’re coming right back out, right? Right? Hyun-woo, tell me you are. Haa… haa… Why aren’t you coming out. What are you doing, Hyun-woo. Mom said she’d wash and wait. She said she’d suck our son’s cock.
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Mom’s pussy—you’re going to lick it, aren’t you. We’re going to sleep together on the bed wearing the couple rings our son bought. Why aren’t you coming out. Hyun-woo, please. Hurry. Haa… haa…
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So-young calls Hyun-woo again. Her face has gone completely white. She bites her lip and waits only for her son’s voice. Please, hurry. She is frantic.
“Mom?”
“Hyun-woo, are you still far?”
“Why does your voice sound like that? Is something wrong?”
“Ah… I came home and you weren’t here… It’s lonely being alone.”
“You scared me… I thought you got hurt… We just talked.”
“Can you come home?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, I want to see Hyun-woo’s face…”
“It’ll be over soon, Mom… My friend’s a bit drunk too.”
“I want to see you, Hyun-woo.”
“……”
“Why aren’t you answering?”
“…Okay, I’m coming now.”
“You’re coming right away, right? You’re coming home fast to see Mom’s face, right?”
“Yeah, I’m leaving the beer hall now… I’ll grab a taxi straight there.”
“I want to see you, Hyun-woo.”
“I’m coming, Mom… I love you.”
So-young glances toward the motel entrance Hyun-woo went into. The corners of her mouth slowly lift. Her expression flips into one of triumphant satisfaction. She takes a taxi home.