The Weight of Desire
"Haa…."
"You're home, Oppa?"
"Yeah—ah, not today, I'm a bit…."
Chaeyu greeted me the moment I stepped through the door. I blocked her as she rushed in, ready to plant a kiss on me like she always did.
"…What’s with you? You do this every day lately."
"Should I do it, then?"
"Forget it. The mood’s already gone."
"…Is it because you're tired?"
"Is Sookmo giving you a hard time?"
"No, Sookmo treats me well."
Sookmo really does treat me well. Not just well—she treats me incredibly well. Though, that "well" is so intense it’s enough to drain my soul.
"But you look exhausted."
"It’s just work…."
"I know work is hard, obviously. But I’m saying this because you look different than usual."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yeah."
I’d already been scolded by Sookmo at the office, and now I felt like I was being scolded by Chaeyu at home. Of course, I stayed quiet, knowing she wasn't just upset about the lack of a kiss.
"So, I’m going to get some rest."
"…Alright."
I walked into my room and collapsed onto the bed as if I’d fainted. It wasn't that the work itself was hard, but my heart was racing from constantly reacting to Sookmo’s various schemes, and I was just drained. It felt like my energy had been sucked dry.
"Oppa. Let’s eat."
"Yeah."
Honestly, I didn't have the strength to eat, but for the sake of tomorrow’s energy—and because I knew Chaeyu would truly sulk if I skipped it—I had no choice but to come out. It was just a simple home-cooked meal, prepared by Chaeyu using ingredients Mom had bought.
"Thanks…."
"Haa…."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"No."
"Why? Tell me. Is someone bothering you?"
"No, it’s nothing like that."
"Then what is it?"
"It’s because of the look on your face, Oppa."
"……Sorry."
My expression must have been pretty bad. I should have walked in with a smile, like I do during interviews.
"I’ll do the dishes."
"No. You said you were tired. Just rest."
"I can at least do that much."
"…Do whatever you want."
Judging by her attitude, she was already sulking. Still, I didn't want the situation to get any worse. What Chaeyu probably needed right now was….
"Chaeyu-ya."
"Yeah?"
"Want to do the dishes together?"
"Yeah!"
Doing the mundane task of washing dishes together seemed to put her in a better mood. I was glad I’d chosen the right option.
"You said you were sleepy."
"…If I sleep now, my rhythm will get all messed up."
I sat down next to her on the sofa, and we watched TV together. OTT services really are more fun than broadcast television.
"Kyaaa!"
"……."
A kiss scene involving an actor Chaeyu liked came on. Celebrities really are on another level when it comes to those scenes. I wonder if they do it just as lewdly with their actual partners?
"…….."
Just as I was wondering what kind of expression Chaeyu had on her face, our eyes met. I glanced at the TV screen; they were still kissing. *Why are kiss scenes so long?* I almost said it out loud.
"Uup…."
We shared a deep, intense kiss—the kind we hadn't been able to have lately. Maybe because it had been a while, Chaeyu lunged at me. This is how a kiss should be—lewd. Not just biting lips, but sucking on the tongue, as if trying to devour the other person.
"Pah-haa… It’s been a while."
"Hasn't it…."
Since then, nothing much had happened with Sookmo. Perhaps she’d figured out my tastes, as she only wore outfits that made me keep staring. The most skinship we’d had was holding hands. Maybe that’s why I was so intoxicated by the taste of Chaeyu after such a long time.
"It’s hot…."
As Chaeyu threw off her hoodie, her sweat-dampened gray bra top was fully exposed. Under normal circumstances, I would have warned her that Mom might come in, but given the weather and how long it had been, I lost my reason.
"Uuuh… Oppa…!"
I immediately rolled up her bra top and sucked on her breasts, which were pressed against the elastic. No breast milk came out, but I could taste her essence clearly. For a split second, I wondered what her milk would taste like, but I quickly pushed the thought away.
"Haa-ng…!"
"Why are you reacting so sensitively…?"
"Because… you haven't sucked on them in a while…."
Chaeyu hugged me, and my face was buried in her ample chest. Being buried in that overwhelming pressure made me feel something special.
"Oppa, you’re sucking too hard…."
"……."
In my mind, I imagined the act of drawing out her milk. I twisted her nipples with my tongue, sucking as hard as I could. That’s how you get the milk to come out. Of course, it didn't.
"Jju-uup… Haa…."
"Haa… Oppa, are you pent up…?"
"A lot…."
Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, but I felt a level of sexiness I didn't usually notice. It hadn't even been a month, but you don't eat a meal only once every few days, do you?
"…Should we just do it?"
"Even if I said no, you’d do it anyw—"
"Dad’s home~"
""…!""
Of all times, why did Dad have to come home now? Why couldn't he have been a little later?
"Are you two watching a movie?"
"Ah… yeah. We heard something new came out, so we’re watching it."
"Is that so? I’m going to go wash up."
"What about dinner?"
"Set it for me~"
"Okay."
While Dad walked from the entrance to the living room, we quickly turned on a movie, and Chaeyu put her clothes back on. She couldn't put her hoodie back on, so she was just in her bra top, but Dad didn't suspect a thing.
"Phew…."
"That was a close one…."
"We… couldn't do it again."
"Yeah…."
The timing is always so awkward; it always overlaps with someone else. I wanted to enjoy myself with Chaeyu to the fullest.
"It’s okay. You’re what matters to me, so—"
"Chaeyu-ya."
"Yeah?"
"Are you free this weekend?"
"Yeah. I’m off on Sunday this week."
"…Want to go out?"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Let’s go out for a change."
"I’d love to."
While Dad was in the shower, we shared one more deep kiss before I went to prepare his dinner. In the end, I couldn't release the tension, but I decided to save it for the weekend. …I wonder if I’ll be able to hold out.
"Son."
"……."
"Son…?"
"Yes…?"
"Pfft!"
I opened my eyes to see Mom’s face right in front of me. Both of us were startled and bumped our heads together.
"Ouch…."
"Are you okay…?"
"Yeah. I’m fine…."
"When did you get here…?"
"I just got off work."
"Why are you home so late?"
I checked the clock; it was 12:30 AM. Seeing Mom, I realized my own exhaustion was nothing compared to hers.
"I had a lot to do today. I’m going to get some rest."
"That’s a relief…."
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Me? I’m fine."
"You haven't looked very well lately."
"……."
Just like Chaeyu, Mom was worried about me. She gently took my hand.
"I’m fine, so don't worry. Sookmo is treating me… well, too."
"Is that so? That’s a relief."
"……."
She must have come straight to my room without even washing up; the scent of Mom’s perfume and the faint smell of sweat mingled together. Far from being unpleasant, it felt like it was about to awaken something in me.
"Take off your clothes. You must be hot."
"Right. I should."
As Mom took off her jacket, the scent I’d caught a whiff of earlier rushed over me. It felt like I was being overwhelmed by invisible particles.
"…Junsu-ya."
"…Yes."
"……Are you pent up?"
"……."
I was, in fact, pent up. Even more so because of what I’d done with Chaeyu earlier. And Mom had told me to tell her if I ever felt that way.
"…I am."
So I told her. I had resolved to hold out until the weekend, but that resolve had turned into scraps of paper.
"……I see—ugh?!"
I hugged Mom, who was only wearing her shirt. Buried between her breasts, the scent of sweat—the evidence of her hard work—wafted up. I took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to tear the shirt off.
"You’re really pent up, aren't you…?"
"……."
I just nodded, my face still buried in her chest. Mom hugged me back and climbed on top of me.
"Here."
This time, it was Mom’s breasts. As she took off her shirt, a black, restrained yet incredibly sexy bra was revealed.
"Ugh…."
I unhooked the bra and flipped the cups up. They were similar in size to Chaeyu’s, but these were the breasts of a seasoned MILF. You have to see and touch them to know the difference.
"Jju-uup…."
Just like I had with Chaeyu, just like I had with Sookmo, I pressed my lips to them. Maybe it was because I’d nursed from her in a past I couldn't even remember, but it felt strangely familiar.
"Hng…."
While I sucked on her breasts, Mom stroked my hair. The more she stroked, the more psychologically stable I felt.
"Haa… Haa…."
After catching our breath, Mom threw off the rest of her clothes. It had been a while since I’d felt that soft skin.
"Aren't you pent up too, Mom?"
"Be… quiet…."
After she took off my pants, she climbed right on top of me. Her already-wet slit was pressed against my shaft.
"…Phew."
Mom slowly rubbed her slit against my shaft. With our fingers interlaced, she rotated her hips slowly. The head of my penis was buried and then revealed, over and over.
"Mom, wait a second—"
"It’s okay."
When my shaft, hardened to the limit, pushed her away, Mom sat up and grabbed it. She said we didn't need anything like a condom, and I had to watch the sight of my shaft sliding into her.
"Ugh…!"
Mom gritted her teeth. I did the same, as it had been a while since we’d done it raw. Mom lowered herself slowly, finally succeeding in sliding it all the way in.
"Ha, haa, ugh, haaaa…."
Mom tried to suppress her moans as she moved her hips. But her body followed its instincts, moving faster. In the silence, the room was filled with the sound of moans and the creaking of the bed.
"Uup?!"
As the urge to ejaculate began to rise, I hugged Mom and blocked her moans with a kiss. I bent my knees to make it easier for her to move her hips.
"Huuuuup…!"
Whether the wet, slapping sounds could be heard or not, I kept moving my hips until I was filled with semen.
"Ugh…!"
I couldn't hold it back with just the head; the moment the semen began to leak, I quickly pulled out and pressed my shaft against Mom’s buttocks. The semen began to pour out, drenching her hips and back.
"Haa… Haa…."
"Y-you startled me…."
"I’m sorry… I was too excited…."
"It’s okay. As long as you’re relieved, Junsu, that’s all that matters."
"Are you relieved too, Mom?"
"…Yes."
I glanced toward the door just in case, but thankfully, I’d closed my bedroom door when I came in. Mom really is meticulous.
"If anything happens, tell me. Okay?"
"Yes."
"Good night, son."
Mom wiped my shaft with a tissue and gathered her things without getting dressed. She said she had to take a shower anyway since I’d ejaculated on her back, and she walked out naked. The silhouette of her hips was incredibly arousing.
"Haa…."
The post-coital clarity that had finally arrived made my body feel at ease. It really is bad to hold everything in for too long.
…I shouldn't hold back with Sookmo anymore, either.