Driving Lessons

"You did great, son."

"Thanks."

We grabbed lunch, and I drove us back home. Dad must have been at work, because it was just Mom and me in the house. "You're a pretty good driver, you know?"

"Eh… it was just average, really."

Still, I felt a secret sense of pride knowing I hadn't even had a single close call with another car. Maybe I actually had a talent for driving? Though, to be fair, I was going way too slow to really count.

"How about we try the highway tomorrow?"

"The highway…?"

"Yeah. Let's just go as far as Anyang."

"Right…."

I was already playing it safe on the local roads, and now she wanted to hit the highway? But since my work trips were getting further and further away, I knew I’d have to do it eventually. I’d have my own car someday, after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all.

"I'm exhausted…."

"It was tough, wasn't it? Driving is always that tiring at first."

"It's way harder than I thought…."

Physically, all I was doing was pressing the gas and turning the wheel, but there were so many things to keep track of that it drained me. The mental stress—constantly worrying, 'What if I get into an accident?'—was no joke.

"Just sit there for a bit. I'll bring you some fruit."

"Okay."

After changing into comfortable clothes, I lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV. This was the first time I’d been home alone with just Mom, and I couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Here you go."

"You should have some too, Mom."

"Yeah, I will."

The fruit Mom brought on the plate was bananas and kiwi. When I lived with just Dad, I’d just peel a banana or scoop out a kiwi with a spoon, but the quality was on a whole different level when Mom served it.

"Oh, this is sweet."

"Right? The ones I bought this time are really good."

"That's a relief."

She moved aside to make space, and naturally, she sat right next to me. We were so close that our arms were touching. Even though she hadn't just showered, a pleasant scent tickled my nose.

"Mom, didn't you bring a fork for yourself?"

"Oh… you're right. Look at me, I'm so scatterbrained."

"I'll go grab one—"

"Could you feed me?"

"What?"

"I want to eat what my son feeds me."

"……Okay."

Only then did I instinctively realize she hadn't forgotten the fork on purpose. Maybe it was because we were alone, but Mom seemed to have gotten bolder. Or wait, was she always this bold?

"Should I give you a piece of kiwi?"

"Yes, I want the kiwi."

"Mmm~ delicious. Is it because my son is feeding me?"

"You're embarrassing me…."

She was just genuinely enjoying the food, so why was I so shaky? I found myself instinctively avoiding her gaze.

"Should I feed you too?"

"You really don't have to…."

"Here, give it to me."

After having the fork semi-forcibly taken from me, a piece of kiwi was held up to my mouth. In the end, I had no choice but to eat it. Maybe it was because Mom was feeding me, but it tasted even better.

"Are you going to buy a car now?"

"A car? I don't know… I haven't really thought about it."

Of course, I’d love to have one, but I’d never been interested enough to know what makes a car good or bad, or how to even check the specs.

"How many years have you had your car, Mom?"

"Hmm… about three years? It hasn't been that long."

"Aha…."

No wonder it was so well-maintained. Or maybe it was just well-kept because it was a foreign luxury car.

"Do you have a dream car, Junsu?"

"I used to like the 'Bull' brand… but lately, the one with the goddess statue looks cool. Not that I could ever afford it."

"Hey, it's good to dream big. Did you think Mom would ever be driving this car?"

"I'll try my best."

"That's the spirit."

For the record, Mom’s car is a 'Three-Pointed Star.' An S-Class, at that. I remember being shocked when I first saw the symbol on the front of the car. I’d even mistaken her for someone that incredibly successful. Of course, the mistake was thinking she was just my 'older sister' at the time.

"Can Mom take a nap?"

"Sure. You must be tired. Go ahead."

"Okay, just a little bit?"

"…?"

I thought she was going to get up and head to her room, but after putting the fruit plate in the sink, she came back and sat next to me again. Then, with a big yawn, she laid her head on my thigh as if it were a pillow.

"I thought you said you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were going to sleep?"

"…Is this a 'wish coupon' moment?"

"No? It's not a wish, just a favor… is that not okay?"

"It's not like it's impossible…."

Thankfully, Mom was looking toward the TV and not at me. If my 'tent' poked the back of her head, it would be all over. …Though, knowing Mom, she probably wouldn't even be mad if I did.

"*Yawn*…."

As I watched the TV for a while, Mom didn't stir, so she must have fallen asleep. Whether it was a relief or not, she didn't turn around toward me. I pulled my underwear up as high as I could to hide my erection.

"……."

Looking at her again, she was still in the same clothes she’d worn outside. She’d even taken off my cardigan, making her whole body look even more seductive. 'Oh, come on….'

Mom was a problem, too. Why did she have to wear clothes that made things so difficult for me? Right. She’d worn that racy nightgown last weekend and put me in a tough spot, too. I’d barely managed to hold back because Chaeyu was there, but today, even that restraint was gone.

'Is she just not aware of it…?'

She didn't seem to realize she had such a provocative body. That’s why she walked around with her chest so exposed. I’d been so stressed out at the park just worrying about other people's gazes.

"……."

Pretending to adjust my posture, I rested my hand on her bare forearm. Thankfully, Mom didn't wake up. 'It's Mom's fault, anyway….'

My hand traced her arm and moved downward. Sliding past her soft skin, I reached the thin fabric that barely contained her curves.

"……."

I turned up the volume on the TV to mask any rustling sounds. But my heartbeat was louder than the TV.

It was firm. Or rather, I could feel the shape. It was probably her bra. It wasn't my first time touching breasts, but because it felt like I was doing it in secret, I was trembling violently. I was more terrified of accidentally grabbing them due to a spasm than I was of accidentally hitting the gas pedal.

"Haa…."

A sigh escaped my lips. I couldn't actually grip them, but the pressure I felt just from resting my hand there was enough. My lower half was under so much pressure that my 'tent' was about to burst. It was so uncomfortable I wanted to just let it out.

"…?!"

Just as I was in the most difficult position to deal with my arousal, Mom suddenly turned over. As she shifted, not only were her breasts pressed down, but my 'tent' poked her forehead directly.

"Mmm…?"

"……."

As expected, Mom opened her eyes immediately. I pulled my hand away quickly, but judging by her gaze, it was already too late.

"What is it…? Junsu…?"

"Th-that… I'm sorry."

I didn't tell her the reason was that her body was just too damn hot. I just apologized profusely. It was a bizarre situation, with Mom still staring at my tent.

But then, Mom smiled at me.

"Did you want to touch Mom's breasts that badly?"

"That… it just happened…."

"You're the one who started it, aren't you?"

"……."

Mom sat up and climbed on top of me. Then, she reached inside her dress, unhooked her bra, and took it off. The outline of her nipples was clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.

"Sneaking an attack is bad. You should tell Mom beforehand."

"…Is an open attack allowed?"

"…Depends on how you do it?"

"Ugh…."

My face was buried in her chest. It wasn't like burying my face in a pillow; I could feel the elasticity pushing back against me.

"How is it? Do you like my breasts?"

"Yes…."

When I pulled my face away, I felt dizzy, as if intoxicated by Mom's scent. Mom, looking down at me from above, looked incredibly sexy.

"Is it uncomfortable down there?"

"Yes…."

Mom, quick on the uptake, pulled down my pants and underwear at the same time. My throbbing member sprang up, lightly tapping her.

"What are you going to do now?"

"……."

Mom lifted the straps of her dress, pretending to take it off. She didn't actually remove it, just waiting for my answer. She seemed curious to see what I would say.

I decided to be a gentleman….

"I want to suck on them."

"Suck on what?"

"Mom's breasts."

"Our Junsu is so cute~"

Mom ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smiled, lowered her straps, and pulled down her dress. Her breasts sprang up with elasticity, stopping right in front of my eyes.

"Mmm…."

My tongue moved without a second thought. I licked the prominent tips while my hands kneaded her buttocks. I sucked on her breasts with all my might, as if drinking mother's milk.

"Do you… remember… when you were little? You used to suck on them just as… passionately back then…."

"Don't talk about when I was little…."

"Why…? Are you embarrassed…?"

"Obviously…."

Back in those days, when I couldn't even remember, I’d suckled for survival. I didn't think about Mom feeling anything, or have any lewd thoughts; I just sucked, right…?

"Ugh…."

But it was different now. The way Mom felt, the elasticity of her breasts,