Sexual Frustration (3)
"I haven't ridden in Mom's car in such a long time."
"It's only been a week, hasn't it?"
"I know, but... anyway."
Since Chaeyu had a morning shift today, she was sitting in the backseat with me. She seemed to be in a good mood, wearing a bright smile.
"I can just drop you off in front of Hongdae Station, right?"
"Yes."
I had initially said no because it would be a hassle to go back and forth just to drop Chaeyu off, but as they say, you can't win against your own children, so I eventually agreed to give her a ride.
"Right. So, where are you two meeting?"
"Are you really going to meet up?"
"Yeah. Let's grab dinner."
"No. Eat at home. Mom already made fried rice."
"Ugh, why?"
"Eating out too often isn't good for you."
It wasn't me who shut down Chaeyu's excited proposal, but Mom. Chaeyu glared at Mom with a pouty expression, but Mom didn't even pay her any mind. That's Mom for you.
"But don't you get off at 6:00 too?"
"Yeah. But I finish earlier than Oppa. I'll head over there."
"Yeah."
"I told you to eat at home."
"I'm just going to come back with him!"
"……."
The silence that followed the heated exchange felt like sitting on a bed of nails. I never felt this kind of tension when I lived only with Dad. Is this all because I have a new family now—
"Mom. Do you have any hand cream?"
"In the inner pocket of my bag."
"…?"
Were these the same people who were raising their voices three seconds ago? How can they switch back to "daily mode" so quickly? It’s not easy.
"Please drop me off here."
"Alright. Take care."
"Yes. See you later, Oppa."
"Yeah."
Once Chaeyu got out, the noisy car fell into silence. I knew she was a bright person who liked to talk, but this was the first time I'd seen her chatter away like that. She’s usually quiet when it’s just the two of us.
"The car is finally quiet."
"Haha…."
"Does Chaeyu not act like that with you?"
"Yes, well… she speaks quite softly."
"I see. If she ever gets too cheeky, scold her. I think I raised her too spoiled."
"Yes…."
Of course, she sometimes gets a bit pushy with me, but that's limited to the bedroom, so she doesn't act out in public. Still, seeing her use formal language with Mom, isn't she in the top 1 percent?
"The traffic is really heavy."
"Tell me about it. I shouldn't have given her a ride."
"I don't think we'll be late."
"Haa…."
Commuter cars were visible in every direction. Mom must have felt stifled, as she rolled the window all the way down. The quiet interior was instantly filled with noise.
"I want to suck a cock."
"What?"
However, I definitely heard what Mom said. That phrase, spoken naturally along with a deep sigh.
"…What did I just say?"
Mom seemed flustered by her own words and wouldn't meet my eyes. However, her ears were clearly bright red.
"……You said you wanted to suck a cock."
"……."
They say some women are more sensitive in the morning and prefer to do it then. Did that just bypass her internal filter…?
"Then, have a good—"
"……Mom."
We were left alone in the elevator. Since I had to get off first, I turned around just as I was about to step out. I made eye contact with Mom, who had shrunk back in surprise.
"Why…?"
"…Mom, you said it. You said I could tell you anything."
"I did… say that. But why?"
"Well… if Mom… ever needs it, you can call me anytime."
"……."
Mom closed the elevator door without a word. Her face was flushed a deep, vibrant red.
"Junsu, will you be alright?"
"Oh, I'll be fine. As long as I get my travel expenses covered…."
"Yes. It'll be reimbursed if you attach the receipts, so don't worry. Or, you could intentionally take your time and slack off a bit."
"…You're already teaching me such pro-tips."
I had a business trip for the first time in a while. They said the fax machine broke, so I had no choice but to deliver the documents in person. It was such a shame that their fax machine broke, forcing me to go. Since I’m a "paper driver" who rarely drives, I had to take a taxi or the subway, which would take such a, such a, such a long time. Oh, what a pity.
'Yes! Jackpot.'
The biggest advantage of a business trip is that no one cares what you do on the way. Whether you eat something or stop by a cafe to rest, as long as you aren't too late, it's usually tolerated. It’s the ultimate way to be a "salary thief."
"Mom?"
"Oh my, what a surprise? Are you off work already?"
I ran into Mom the moment I stepped into the elevator going down. She was holding a folder in one hand, looking like she was heading somewhere too.
"No. I have to go deliver some documents."
"Where are you going?"
"Pangyo."
"Oh my, really? That's perfect. I'm going to Pangyo, too."
"Really?"
"Yes. They're opening a pop-up store there, and I have some things to look into."
"Oh… so they're opening a pop-up store now."
What a coincidence. Not only are we both going on a business trip, but to the same place. Mom and I must really be connected. Our timing, and our bodies, too.
"Do you want to ride in Mom's car?"
"Really?"
"Yes. Why take the subway?"
"I was worried it might be hard for you."
"It's fine. We're going the same way anyway."
I pretended to be reluctant and got into Mom's car. If I had to go anyway, riding with Mom was much better.
"I'm lucky today."
"Why?"
"Because I get to see Mom."
"…What does that mean?"
"I just said it because I'm happy."
Before I knew it, we had left Jongno and entered Banpo Bridge. Why is it that bridges are always so congested with cars even in the middle of the day? The subway would have arrived sooner.
"……."
"……."
I had hoped otherwise, but as expected, Mom kept glancing at me. Thinking about what happened this morning made me nervous, too.
"The weather is getting hot."
"……It is."
"Are you okay? Wearing that layer?"
"…Should I take it off?"
"Give it to me."
Mom took off the jacket she had over her shoulders and handed it to me. I placed the jacket neatly in the backseat.
"……."
With the jacket off, Mom's volume was clearly visible. Her shirt was opaque, but the contours were unmistakable. I had touched those breasts to my heart's content just yesterday. Just looking at them made the sensation come alive in my hands.
"Mom. Do you take off your jacket in the office, too?"
"Hmm? Yes. They haven't turned on the air conditioning yet."
"You shouldn't. If you do that."
"Why…?"
"Because people will stare at your breasts. You're already putting them on full display."
"……."
Mom's face turned bright red. My own heart was pounding just from saying it.
"Oh, come on… who would stare?"
"I would."
"……Is that so?"
The car was still in the middle of the bridge. Mom glanced over at me, and our eyes met.
"Then, Mom… what should I do?"
"…Shouldn't you release it? That way your mind will be calm and you won't be as hot."
"How do I release it?"
"……Wouldn't it work if you did what you wanted to do this morning…?"
"……."
While Mom hesitated, the traffic cleared up. The car moved forward without a word and crossed the bridge. As luck would have it, we entered the highway right after the bridge, so there was no more traffic.
"…Please drop me off here."
"No. We have to park, so let's get out together."
"Yes."
The parking lot of the department store in front of the station. Since Mom had to go to the department store anyway, we went down to the parking garage.
"Hmm…?"
As I tried to open the car door after parking, Mom locked the windows. She spoke in a trembling voice.
"I told you earlier. You need to release it."
"……Yes."
"Will you release it for me?"
"……."
Mom's hand moved over my pants. She began to massage my already half-hard cock with her hand. I made it easier for her by taking off my pants entirely.
"Haa…."
A moan escaped me as my cock was gripped. To think the day would come when I'd be grabbed by Mom in a car.
"Haup…."
I thought she would just use her hand, but she immediately began to suck it into her mouth. The windows were tinted, but there was a limit to how much they hid, and the outside was still visible. Because she was sucking it so openly, I was even more anxious that someone might walk by.
"Slurp… Haup…."
"…!"
The moment Mom covered her head with the jacket she had taken off, her movements became faster. She sucked more lewdly and roughly, just like in bed.
"…Hwoong?!"
I couldn't hold back either, so I reached into the space created by my pants. I pushed past my shirt and found her panties. The moment I touched them, I could feel that the center of her panties was soaking wet.
"Ung, hwoong, hawoong…!"
Mom continued to moan while sucking. I found her pussy and inserted my fingers instead of my cock. Like a split tongue, I ravaged her pussy with two fingers. The more I tormented her, the rougher Mom became, making me feel like I was going to cum even faster.
"Mom, I think I'm going to cum…!"
"Slurp! Haa… do whatever you want…."
"Ugh…."
"Hwoong?!"
When I pressed on the G-spot I vaguely remembered, Mom's waist trembled. I ejaculated at that moment, making her already warm mouth feel even warmer.
"Ha, haa…."
My cock twitched as I ejaculated. Mom was silently licking up every drop of that smelly fluid.
"…Mom."
"Ung…?"
The moment I lifted the jacket to check, I met eyes with Mom, who was sucking my cock. At that moment, a mix of emotions crossed over me, and I ejaculated the rest of my semen.
"Cute."
"……!"
As expected, a Mom who is crazy about my cock is cute. It’s cute because of the gap between her usual self and the way she’s so impatient to suck my cock even in a car. Seeing that her reaction is similar to Chaeyu's, it really is "like mother, like daughter." If anything, I could feel the dignity of the original. Oh wait, she's my mom.
"Slurrrp…."
"……."
It took a few more minutes to completely clean my cock. Only after Mom had cleaned me thoroughly and stood up could I pull out the fingers that had been tormenting her pussy.
"Haa…."
"……."
As soon as she stood up, the smell of semen rose up to me. I worried that the smell might have soaked into the jacket, but Mom said it didn't matter and sprayed some deodorizer. Then, she tidied her messy hair and put the jacket back on over her clothes.
"You're doing your work here, right?"
"…Yes. I'll be on the second floor."
After tidying everything up, we got out of the car. I sprayed the deodorizer Mom had used onto my own pants.
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"…Didn't you get any in your hair?"
"……It's fine. I ate it all."
"……."
Mom said she ate it all as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I couldn't help but imagine the smell inside her mouth.
"Mom."
"Why?"
"That…."
I couldn't bring myself to say that a pubic hair was stuck there, so I pointed to my lips with my finger. Mom placed her hand there, then looked incredibly flustered and brushed off her lips.
"……You fool."
Mom, face flushed, walked away without looking back. Please don't say things like that. It's so cute that I feel like I'm going to get hard again.