Our Mother-Son Relationship: All Clear
Nothing wrong with our mother-son relationship.
After what happened with Mom, things between us weren't the same as before. A day or two of awkwardness would have been understandable — but more than a week had already gone by. If anything, we'd grown closer. Or maybe the word I was looking for was intimate.
Mom was more full of life than she'd been in years, like a wilted flower that had finally been given water. Strange as it was, that night in bed had completely changed the air between us.
"Son~ How long are you going to sleep? Come on, get up."
And then she'd press her lips to mine without the slightest hesitation. The kisses she used to save for when she left for work now came at any hour of the day.
And that wasn't all.
"Son. Did you sleep well last night? After you jerk off, don't just shove the tissues anywhere. Flush them down the toilet, okay?"
"Got it. Nag, nag, nag."
Things she used to be too embarrassed to say, she now tossed out like it was nothing.
And then there was this: we'd started sleeping together more often. Since that night, we'd shared a bed twice more, and each time we'd kissed for a long, long while. Well — kisses without tongues. Enough to make me feel, for a moment, like I'd become her boyfriend.
The night before last, when we slept together, Mom hadn't even worn a slip. Just panties and a bra. But we always kept the line we weren't supposed to cross. Even when we teetered on the edge of losing our minds, Mom never let go of that last thread.
We never talked about any of it. We just accepted it, naturally, and kept going. I couldn't even tell if something was wrong. Maybe this was normal. Or maybe I was the one who'd gone abnormal.
"I'm heading to work."
"Okay. Have a good day."
Only after dozens of kisses would Mom finally step out the front door. And even then, as if it still wasn't enough, she'd come back for one more.
As long as Mom was happy, that was enough. I didn't mind it either. Hell, I might have liked it even more than she did.
The smile never left Bora's face on her way to work. Ever since that night with her son, she felt as if something inside her had come alive again. The gloom had vanished completely, and the loneliness she'd been carrying had been wiped clean, as though it had never been there at all.
That night she'd come within a breath of losing her reason entirely. Anyone else would have said she'd lost her mind — but Bora felt as if, because of it, she'd found the self she'd forgotten. In that moment, she hadn't been a mother. She'd been a woman. It was a feeling she hadn't known in far too long.
"What's got you in such a good mood? You've been grinning ear to ear every day lately."
Jisu asked from beside her as Bora cleaned.
"A good mood? Nothing like that. Life's just been enjoyable, that's all."
"Since when? This from the girl who used to say she was exhausted every single day?"
"Please. When did I ever. Oh, right — how many appointments today?"
"Three in the morning, two in the afternoon."
"Yeah? Got it. Hehehe."
Bora wiped down the mirror with a face that wouldn't stop glowing. She hummed under her breath, and even as she worked she couldn't hold back the smile that kept slipping out. What had nearly driven a wedge between her and her son had instead become the thing that brought them closer, and that thought alone made every day feel good.
Her son, catching her in the act. That kiss that wasn't quite a kiss. Above all, the way they'd reached for each other's bodies, pulled each other close, peeled off her panties. The press of her son's cock against her belly. All of it had happened in a matter of days.
Anyone else would have said it was something that should never have happened. Bora didn't see it that way. Because of it, she'd found the self she'd forgotten — and she'd felt, for the first time in a long time, that she was still a woman someone could love.
She didn't know why she thought that. She just decided to accept it, naturally. A son she loved. And a mother loved by that son. It was a strange kind of relationship, but she couldn't refuse it. It was a relationship she wanted to keep going.
"Jisu, things going well with your boyfriend these days?"
Jisu's eyes went wide at the question. Bora never used to take any interest in talk about men.
"Oh my god. Bora, what's gotten into you? You never ask me things like that."
"I was curious. You two getting along okay?"
"Of course we are. Kang-u's got a good job, and he's sweet, too."
The corner of Jisu's mouth curled up at the mention of her boyfriend.
"And that? That's okay too?"
"That? What's 'that'?"
The question came out of nowhere. Jisu had no idea what she meant.
"I mean in bed. Is that part okay too?"
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Look at you. Is something going on? You, of all people, bringing up something you never even ask about."
"Nothing's going on."
Jisu watched her steadily as Bora's face went red and she turned her head away.
"You. You've been lonely lately, haven't you? That's why you're curious about that."
"No. Not at all."
It was the truth. These days, the word lonely didn't fit Bora at all. Because when she went home, there was a son who would wrap her in his arms and kiss her. A son who would lie in the same bed, hold her tight against his chest, and gently stroke her soft skin. It wasn't sex enough to slake her lust — but that kind of touching alone was more than enough to shake the loneliness off.
The relationship with her son had changed all at once. And Bora, these days, was far too happy.
"Why don't you get a boyfriend of your own? Want me to ask Kang-u? Have him introduce you to a friend?"
Bora waved both hands at Jisu's suggestion.
"No. I don't need that. I've got Hyeonsu."
"That son's going to grow up and only have eyes for his own wife. Might as well get introduced while you can. How about it?"
Bora let out a short laugh and switched on the POS machine at the counter.
"I'm good. You worry about yourself, Jisu."
"Tch. You little minx. I offer to set you up and you turn me down."
Jisu tilted her head, watching Bora — who looked like even the back of her head was in a good mood.
After Mom left for work, I showered the way I always did and tidied up the house in a halfhearted sort of way. The heavy scent of her makeup still clung to my lips.
The touching we did in bed — skinship that ached for sex. We never quite crossed that last line, but anyone looking in would have said it was wrong.
Ah, whatever. Come what may.
Thinking it through any further would only make my head hurt. It wasn't going to solve anything.
Oh. Right.
Maybe I should try posting on some forum for advice? No — if I told the truth, that was a story that would get me called a freak in a heartbeat. I gave up on the idea and switched on the computer. I opened my email, checked the work that had been assigned to me, downloaded the files, and got ready to start.
I began the morning's work like that, but I couldn't concentrate. Mom's moans kept circling through my head. The feel of her ass in my hands. The weight of her breasts, thick and heavy, pressed against my body. It had been over the bra, sure — but the fabric was so thin and functional that I'd felt every curve of her chest. I'd held her tight all night, feeling the smooth skin of her body, listening to the sound of her heart.
Hah. Goddamn.
I didn't know when it had started, but I was already standing at full attention down below. All that skinship with Mom had left me with a serious buildup. I hadn't seen Aunt Jisu in a while either, so there was nowhere to take care of it. And jerking off to get rid of it felt like far too much of a waste. All I wanted was to grab anyone at all and have sex.
Should I call Aunt Jisu? If I told her I wanted it, she'd come running in a heartbeat.
I was sitting there soothing that restless heat in my groin, turning the thought over, when—
Ding.
A text notification chimed from my phone.
Aunt Jisu? If it's her, I'm telling her to come over.
I opened the phone. But the sender wasn't her. It was Ju-yeong, the woman who lived on the tenth floor of the building next door.
I replied immediately. And then it occurred to me — it had been quite a while since I'd last had tea with her. My head had been too full of everything with Mom. She'd messaged me several times asking me to come over, and I'd turned her down every time.
But today… for some reason, I wanted to sit down and have a cup of tea with her.
I showered again, pulled on a pair of folded shorts and a t-shirt, misted on a light cologne, and left the house.
Ju-yeong's place was in the building right next to ours, only a few steps away. I always felt good coming here. She always greeted me with that bright face of hers, and we could talk about anything — useless small talk, dirty jokes, all of it, without holding back. Lately she'd been trying to seduce me more and more, but aside from that, she was an easy woman to be around. No pressure at all.
Ding-dong.
The second I pressed the doorbell, the lock clicked open from inside, as if she'd been waiting. The front door swung in, and Ju-yeong met me with a bright face.
"Oh my, Hyeonsu, I was this close to forgetting what you look like. Come in, come in."
That languid, honeyed voice of hers, welcoming me in as always. She held the door and turned to walk toward the living room — and the sight of her from behind nearly made my heart drop out of my chest.
Short legging-shorts that put the curved line of her ass and the full length of her thighs on display, and a thin, fluttery t-shirt of fabric so sheer you could almost see through it. Looking at her from behind, I had to fight the urge to reach out and grab that swaying ass in my hands.
"If you'd blown me off again today, Hyeonsu, I was going to stop being friends with you. Hehehe."
Her short hair was sleep-mussed, sticking out however it pleased, and somehow that made her look even sexier.
"I wasn't blowing anyone off. I was just a little busy, that's all."
"Is that so? Busy doing what? Too busy to even hang out with me?"
"Well. There's a reason. It's a secret."
"Pfft. With you it's always a secret. Tch."
I sat down on the sofa. Ju-yeong headed for the kitchen to put the kettle on. When she bent at the waist to pull the kettle from the cabinet under the sink, that round, peach-like ass of hers was put on full, shameless display. The line of her thighs running down from those short leggings was insane.
Really. If only she weren't a married woman. If she hadn't been, I would have given in the second she started teasing me like that, joke or not. Damn morality, whatever that was worth.
"Did Yuri go to kindergarten?"
"She did. I just dropped her off. Oh, right — what tea would you like, Hyeonsu? Peppermint? Jasmine?"
"Anything's fine."
She came walking toward the sofa with a small tray, a water-filled teacup and a tea bag set on top of it. In that moment, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Is she not wearing a bra?
