A New Family
"I'm home."
"Mm."
Both Mom and Dad were at work, so the only one left at home was Chaeyu, who wouldn't start her job until next week. As soon as I stepped inside, Chaeyu greeted me.
"Mom and Dad aren't back yet?"
"Nope. Not yet."
I set my bag down and headed toward my room. Naturally, Chaeyu followed. Perhaps sensing how exhausted I was, she even carried my bag for me.
"Thanks."
"It's light?"
"Office workers' bags are always light once you take the laptop out."
It’s not like I carry around cosmetics like women do. I don’t exactly haul around high-tech gear, either. Honestly, there’s no real need to carry it, but I feel empty without it, so I do. My bag only gets heavy on the rare occasions I bring home the laptop provided by the company.
"......"
"Could you not watch me change?"
"Who said I was?"
"No, I mean, since you're watching me change..."
"......You've already seen it all anyway."
"Even so..."
I sighed and started to undress, and Chaeyu watched the whole thing.
"You're still wearing those?"
"Of course. Underwear is meant to be worn for a long time."
Does she even remember the underwear I was wearing? Her memory is seriously good.
"Are you done changing?"
"Yeah—"
Before I could even finish, Chaeyu pressed her lips against mine. Her slender arms wrapped around my waist, and my relatively thicker arms circled her waist. As we pressed against each other, I could feel the curves of her body against my stomach.
"Mm..."
Chaeyu pushed me back, and I stumbled, falling onto the bed. She naturally climbed on top of me, pressing even closer. Even though she didn't seem to be wearing any perfume, she smelled wonderful.
"Haa..."
Because we kept our tongues locked, a thick string of saliva stretched and eventually snapped, landing on Chaeyu's shirt. I locked eyes with her, her face flushed red.
"......"
"...It's a habit."
"...I didn't even ask this time."
"It's a habit."
"What kind of habit is that?"
"You... you're the one who made me like this, Oppa."
"I did...?"
I never ordered her to kiss me. Ever since that day, Chaeyu just started kissing me whenever she had the chance. I was just the one receiving it.
"...Get off now."
"Why?"
"Because out of habit... I'm starting to get weird..."
In truth, I was already half-erect, and if I wasn't careful, the friction against my underwear would only make it grow larger. If things got "weird," there might be no turning back. Though, I suppose it was already too late the moment we started kissing.
"Okay..."
Beep- beep- beep- beep-
"...!"
"Go, hurry!"
The sound of the door lock opening. Chaeyu scrambled and ran into her room.
"Haa..."
What do I do? If things keep going like this, I’m really going to end up in a weird situation. In more ways than one.
"You seem to have gotten a lot closer to Chaeyu lately?"
"Yeah, well... we are family, after all."
From that point on, my commute with Mom became a daily routine. Since our buildings were in the same area, we even started going to the parking lot together.
"I should be the one driving."
"It's fine. I like driving my car. You can drive if you want to."
"Really?"
"Of course. We're family."
Chaeyu was one thing, but there was no red-tinted tension between Mom and me. It really felt like we had returned to being mother and son.
"Should Mom teach you how to drive?"
"I'd love that. You're a great driver, too."
"Are you free this weekend?"
"Yes, I am."
It was a conversation I’d had many times before. It sounded just like making plans to meet up on the weekend.
Mom didn't really prefer condoms. She said she liked the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. Of course, I liked it too, but I was sometimes so scared of pregnancy that I couldn't get a full erection. It wasn't like using a condom was 100 percent foolproof anyway.
......I know Mom's preferences suspiciously well.
"But you're wearing a skirt today."
"Yes. I have a meeting with a client. Why?"
"......No reason."
A flood of thoughts involving Mom suddenly crossed my mind. Pulling her H-line skirt halfway down, or lifting it up entirely to make it easier to thrust. Why on earth was I thinking such lewd things? She’s my mother.
"Oh my. Oh, oh my!"
"...!"
As we were walking up, Mom’s heel caught on the stairs, and I caught her before she could fall. Because her face ended up pressed against my chest, the angle was quite suggestive.
"...Are you okay?"
"Yes... thank you. It's been a while since I've worn high heels, so it's tough."
"Well... you always wear low heels, Mom."
"That's true... I don't know how people wear these things."
She was still quite young in body, so I couldn't bring myself to say that young people wear them all the time.
"...It would have been a disaster if there were other people around."
"Hm? What if there were?"
"People would misunderstand. ...In more ways than one."
"So what? Let them misunderstand. It's not like I'm working with them anyway."
"That may be true, but..."
Is Mom really okay with people thinking we're a couple? We had done most things that couples do, after all.
"Does my son hate being misunderstood like that?"
"Of course I do. Mom is too good for—"
"I'm fine with it."
Mom gently took my hand. Then, she looked at me with a deep, soulful gaze. The same look she had when she used to seduce me.
"Y-yes? Huh...?"
I was so embarrassed that my face instantly flushed. Why was I the one feeling shy? Shouldn't it be the other way around?
"Just kidding~ Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
If it were Mom, I was terrified she’d actually link arms with me and pretend to be my girlfriend. I didn't think I could hold myself back.
"See you at home later, then~"
"Yes..."
Mom, having completely scrambled my brains, took out her phone as if nothing had happened, started a call, and headed up to the 12th floor.
"Shall we eat dinner first?"
"Yes..."
An unexpected night shift. Usually, I’d be the type to want to finish quickly and go home, but this was a task that clearly looked like it would take a long time, so I had no choice.
"Is this your first time doing this, Junsu?"
"Yes. It is."
"You're working hard."
"No, it's fine. Sometimes we need days like this."
Personally, I had a bit of a fantasy about working late. Lately, companies would send people home early to avoid paying overtime, which made me feel like an outsider, so I was glad this day had finally come. I finally felt like a real team member.
"Alright, let's finish this up~"
Starting with the team leader's command, everyone moved quickly. We had to finish organizing the important documents for the new project by today.
"Submitting now."
"Yes, yes~"
I uploaded the file to the internal network drive and added (Final) to the name.
"Junsu, this is the same as what I saw earlier."
"...Ah, just a moment."
This was a disaster. The curse of naming documents (Final), (Real_Final), and (Final_Final_Final). What was it again? I was sure it was (Final). Seriously, what was it?
[SalesProposal_Final]
[SalesProposal_RealFinal]
[SalesProposal_TheVeryLastOne]
It had to be one of these three. I had backed it up locally in case it disappeared from the shared drive, but that was a waste of time.
"I've submitted it again."
"Yes~ I'll check it~"
I barely managed to find the right one and finished the submission. While I was at it, I cleaned up the documents on my computer.
"Okay, done~"
"Great work, everyone."
Just as my head started to ache, it was finally over. With all the energy drained from my body, I trudged out of the office.
"See you later, Junsu~"
"Yes, see you tomorrow."
"Bye~"
After sending everyone off, I came out of the restroom alone. A heavy silence hung in front of the empty office.
"Oh."
"Hm?"
It was a familiar face. The person who wore a skirt today because she had an important meeting. My mom.
"Son, why are you here?"
"I had an unexpected night shift today."
"Night shift? Is it over?"
"Yes. I was just heading home."
"Let's go together. I just finished my meeting and was about to head home, too."
"Really?"
"Yes. Go down to the parking lot first. I'll be down in a minute."
"Okay."
That's right. Mom said she had a meeting today. She usually came home late anyway. I guess being a director is different.
"This is great~ We can go home together."
"Yes... I was completely drained, too."
"Hm? What did you do?"
"We all worked on the new project proposal together."
"Oh~ You wrote a proposal?"
"Yes. I didn't write it, though; I just did the editing and caught the typos..."
"That's still impressive~"
"Have you written one, Mom?"
"Of course~ I write them all the time. There are so many places to collaborate with."
"I see..."
"It's good to be good at writing proposals. It makes it easier to get hired elsewhere. You're not planning on staying here forever, are you?"
"No... I guess not."
I hadn't originally planned on staying long-term, but meeting Mom made me want to work here for a long time.
"You must be tired. Did you eat?"
"Yes. They bought us dinner."
"That's a relief."
Maybe it was because of the night shift, but sleepiness I usually didn't feel was washing over me. The car had a smooth ride, which only made it worse.
"You can sleep if you're tired~ We still have a long way to go."
"No... I'm... f-fine..."
"Oh my."
How much time had passed? When I opened my eyes, the car was driving over a bridge.
"Are you awake?"
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Yes. You were even snoring."
"Aha..."
Snoring? I must have been exhausted. I felt embarrassed for no reason.
"We're here."
"Yes..."
The car arrived, and I lifted myself from the seat.
"........"
My erect cock caught on my pants, making my posture awkward. Seeing myself like this, I must have slept really well.
"Phew, I'm tired."
"Great work today."
I got into the elevator, keeping it hidden in my underwear. Why was it acting up even more just because I saw Mom? I wished it would just go down already.
"Oh... I'm so tired."
"Is this the floor?"
"Yes~ 8th floor!"
"That's pretty high up."
"Oh, excuse me~"
A crowd of people suddenly got on at the first floor. Because of that, I had to press closer to Mom. Why were there so many people at such an important—
"...!"
"Ugh...?"
At that moment, Mom's buttocks brushed against my crotch. The elevator was so packed that it was hard to move. Worried that Mom might get bumped by someone else, I stood facing her, shielding her.
"......"
As the elevator rattled on the way up, I touched Mom once more. This time, I pressed slightly against her lower abdomen. Because of what happened earlier, the blood had only rushed there more.
"Get off quickly."
After the men who looked like they were drunk finally got off the elevator, we were left alone again.
"Phew... the smell of alcohol is so strong, seriously."
I acted like nothing had happened and put some distance between Mom and me. Since my cock was still in the same state, I pulled my shirt down to hide the bulge as best I could.
"...Son."
"Yes?"
The elevator reached our floor. Just as I was about to rush into the house, Mom grabbed my collar.
"...Are you... backed up?"
"......"
......No wonder she hadn't said a word.