The Reunion of Fates
"Ugh…." Her hand brushes against my thigh, sliding inward. My pants zipper slides down, and I can feel her thin fingers through my underwear.
"You're hard."
"That's because you're the one touching me…."
"It wasn't hard before I touched you?"
"That, too."
"Haaah…."
"Isn't that dirty…?"
Her mouth presses against me through the fabric of my underwear. It’s just clothes, but the sensation is surreal.
"Jun-ie’s is clean, so it’s fine."
"Ayy…."
"What. Want me to take it off?"
"Take it off for me."
"You’re being so honest today."
She reaches out, reclines my seat, and strips off my pants and underwear in one go. My erection springs up, twitching toward her.
"I’m always honest… usually."
"Is that so?"
"Huu…."
Her movements are skillful. It’s a shame that after today, I won’t be able to receive this oral pleasure anymore.
"Ugh… slurp…."
"Kuh…."
As I stroke her hair, she glances up at me and smiles. Then, she sucks on me firmly before pulling away.
"Oof…."
She takes off the skirt she wore today and climbs on top of me. The rich, mature charm of a woman radiates from her lace panties.
"Ah!"
"Are you okay?"
"Ahaha… sorry. I think I got a cramp."
"Ah…."
"…Should we stop?"
"In this state?"
"Yeah. No one’s coming anyway."
"……."
She says no one is coming, but it’s my first time being out in the open like this in broad daylight. I look around just in case, and thankfully, there’s no one in sight. Still, the tension remains the same. Amidst the thrill and the sense of guilt, my cock begins to twitch even more.
"Come here~"
I follow her voice to the trunk of the car. In this scenic spot, she tears her stockings and presents her backside to me.
"…You’re being really bold today, aren't you?"
"Am I?"
"Yeah… maybe because we’re outside."
I tear the fabric a bit more to make it easier to enter, then rub my glans against her. Her pussy is already wet and ready.
"Hng…."
I use her waist as a handle and thrust with the momentum. Even though the sound of the waves should be drowning us out, her lewd moans are crystal clear in my ears. Maybe it’s because we’re outside, but her pussy feels tighter than usual.
"Ju, ni… I want to, see your face."
"Look this way."
I turn her around and our eyes meet. The height difference is more ideal than I thought, and I almost found myself swooning.
"How is it? I’m flexible, right?"
"You sure are. Makes it easy to fuck you."
"What’s that~"
She stretches her legs out and rests them on my shoulders. Thanks to that, it’s easier for me to move. Is this the flexibility of a mother? I secretly wonder just how many positions she can pull off.
"Ugh, hng…. slurp…."
I kiss her while thrusting, pressing her to the side. As much as I regret that this is the end, I kiss her while rubbing our bodies together. Usually, she’s the one who forces the pace while riding me, but today, she accepts everything I want to do.
"Turn around."
"Hng… ugh…!"
Instead of her arms, I grab her hair and move forcefully. The sound of the waves gradually fades, and all I can hear is the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin.
"A little… harder…!"
"Kuh…!"
I thrust with all my might. Pressing down on both her cheeks, I ejaculate with everything I have left.
"Haa… haa…."
The semen that couldn't make it into her womb leaks out, staining her stockings. The rest of the fluid on my glans smears onto her buttocks.
"I’m exhausted…."
"One more time…?"
"What…?"
It took two more rounds after that for my erection to finally subside.
"So that’s why you said you didn't need me to buy you anything today~ No wonder~"
"…Was it that obvious?"
"A little?"
When I told her it was the last time, she didn't seem as panicked as Miyu-nuna. If anything, she looked relieved.
"That’s good. I was thinking of stopping, too."
"…You too?"
"Yeah. I’m going to be a bit busy from now on."
"Can I ask why?"
"It’s a secret~"
"Ah…."
Even without her telling me, she’s such a workaholic that it’s probably business-related. I worry about how she’ll live if she gets any busier, and whether she’ll even take care of herself. Does this mean I won’t have time to meet partners like me anymore?
"Anyway. You work hard too, Jun-ie. Find yourself a pretty girlfriend and get married. Not some middle-aged woman like me."
"What do you mean, middle-aged… you’re still a 'nuna' to me."
"You say such sweet things until the very end, don't you?"
"…?"
Suddenly, she takes off her torn stockings. She tells me to open my hand, and she places them right into my palm.
"Are you giving these to me…?"
"Yeah. I want you to throw them away for me."
"Why…?"
"I have a daughter at home… and you want to make a clean break, don't you?"
"Yeah…."
"Just so you know, I only did this with you, Jun-ie. It was my first and last time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I never trusted the faces of the other guys. They were all just perverts."
"I’m a pervert too, though."
"You’re a good kind of pervert, Jun-ie."
"Haha…."
We arrive back in front of Busan Station by car. The sunset is starting to bleed into the sky, looking quite magnificent.
"Well then, take care~ I’ll contact you if I have time~"
"Yeah… stay healthy."
"Yup~"
Yeah. What are the odds I’ll ever get the chance to freely hold two women like this again? It was an unhealthy relationship from the start, anyway.
"Time to go back to living in the real world…."
They say you’re supposed to feel a sense of emptiness after something like this. But for some reason, I feel relieved.
…I didn't throw away the stockings.
"Junsu. How much are you drinking these days?"
"Me? About three bottles?"
"My son sure can hold his liquor."
"I take after Dad, I guess."
Dad asked me out for a drink for the first time in a while. I was a bit surprised to find out he knew about a place this upscale; I thought he only frequented those casual street stalls.
"Junsu, you… is that still the same?"
"Are we talking about Mom again? I told you, I don't care."
It’s the usual repertoire whenever Dad gets drunk. Just like how Miyu-nuna lives only with her mom, our house only has Dad. They say I divorced the mom whose face I can’t even remember. Dad decided to raise me, and Mom decided to raise the younger sister whose name I don't even know.
Whether it’s a misfortune or a blessing, I don't have any memories of my mother, so I don't feel particularly sad. It’s just a bit awkward to introduce myself by saying, "I don't have a mom!"
"Junsu."
"Yeah."
He calls my name several times, perhaps because he’s quite drunk. I decide to listen to him, assuming it’s the same old story.
"I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"It’s very important."
"What’s with the serious atmosphere?"
"We’ve decided to get back together."
"What, is that all… wait, what? What did you just say?"
"I said, you brat… we’re getting back together. Again."
"What are you combining? Our funds?"
"No, you idiot. You’re going to meet your mother."
"Mom…?"
For a moment, I doubted my ears. He’d always talk about her when he was drunk, but he’d never actually met her or been in contact. And now, he says he’s getting back together with her?
"Did you have a dream?"
"What are you talking about? It’s for real. We’re meeting next week."
"Next week…?"
It’s so sudden that I’m speechless. My mother, who I’d only ever considered a legend in Dad’s stories, is coming back. And they’re reuniting. The pace is moving way too fast for me to keep up.
"Why?"
It’s an obvious question. They haven't looked at each other for years, so I’m curious why they’d suddenly decide to remarry.
"Just… I saw her occasionally, and I kept… wanting to see her more."
"Sigh… then why did you break up in the first place?"
"Didn't I tell you? We broke up because I didn't go to your grandmother’s funeral after your sister was born."
"Why didn't you go to Grandma’s funeral?"
"I was laid off and I was very busy. We fought, too."
"Ah…."
Well, a daughter’s husband not showing up to a funeral—that’s a mistake that would make anyone furious. I’ve never seen my mother, but I can understand it.
"…So. Why did it end up like this?"
"Just… meeting occasionally… we grew fond of each other… and I just wanted to keep seeing her…."
"What does Mom say?"
"Do you think I’d be telling you this if she said no?"
"Fair point…."
It’s unexpected that Mom agreed. There’s no reason for a reunion, looking at it from any angle. Was Mom actually lonely, too?
"So, is my sister coming too?"
"Of course. Have you never met your sister?"
"Of course I haven't. I don't even know her name."
I only found out I had a younger sister halfway through my life. Since I have zero information about her, I feel like we’ll just act like strangers even if we meet. The other party is probably hoping for the same thing. In any case, the parents living together is enough. I should just move out as soon as possible.
"Is that so? Her name is Chaeyu. An Chaeyu."
"What. Have you met her, Dad?"
"Of course, I’ve seen her a few times. She’s a sophomore in college now, right…?"
"You should’ve taken me…."
"You’re the one who said you wouldn't go."
"That’s true…."
I didn't want to see them, so I never went down to Busan with Dad. Miyu-nuna’s hometown was Busan, too…. Should I have gone with her when she went down sometimes?
"When they come up, you two get along. Clean out the storage room."
"When are they coming?"
"Was it next week…?"
"They’re coming that soon…?"
Why does my dad wait until now to tell me such important facts?
"Haa…."
"What are you so nervous about?"
"I’ve seen Dad a lot, but this is my first time seeing them…."
Why am I so nervous about this? Maybe it’s because I have no memories of them, to the point where they might as well be complete strangers.
Knock, knock.
The sound of the two women arriving. I steady my trembling heart and prepare to welcome them. I’ve never seen them, but they’re family, after all. They’re the people I’ll be living with from now on.
"Are you here?"
"Yeah. The traffic was terrible."
Behind Dad’s voice, I hear the voice of a young lady. Since Mom is younger than him, it’s not a surprise.
"They’re here. Junsu, Dad’s here."
"Yeah."
I hear footsteps walking from the entryway to the living room. I sit on the sofa with my legs crossed, trying to maintain as much composure as possible.
"Say hello. This is your mother and your younger sister."
"…Hello──?"
"…?!"
It’s someone I’ve seen somewhere before. The sleek, chin-length bob. And the person who looks incredibly good in a suit because she’s a workaholic. The youthfulness that makes it impossible to believe she’s in her mid-30s, and the charm of a mature woman with a child.
"Why? Are you that surprised?"
"No… that’s…."
Likewise, a woman with impressive brown hair that falls to her shoulders. Despite her slender frame, her large breasts are soft and fit perfectly in one hand, and her hips have just enough flesh to make them perfect for fucking.
'No, why are you two coming out together?'
She never told me her name until the very end, but she was still someone I liked. I had no lingering attachments, but I still felt a sense of regret. They were my sex partners who I’d broken up with just recently.