Caught Watching Mom Masturbate
Ah. I'm losing my mind.
Once in the car, then twice more after we stopped at a motel — I'd fucked Aunt Jisu like an animal. Unlike when we did it at home, she moaned so loudly at the motel that I could only pray the walls were thick enough as I slammed my cock into her without mercy. She unleashed on me every last drop of lust her boyfriend had failed to satisfy. Only after I'd filled her with three loads of cum did she finally head home, a look of satisfaction on her face.
Haah... my legs...
Clutching my trembling legs, I barely made it to the front door. I was about to ring the doorbell out of habit when I checked the time.
Ten o'clock.
Is Mom already asleep?
After a moment's hesitation, I decided to just punch in the passcode and go in.
Beep-beep-beep-beep. Click.
Not wanting to wake her, I quietly pushed the door open. The living room was pitch-black. Yeah — Mom must be asleep. It made sense. Even when we watched TV together, her eyes started drifting shut the second the clock hit nine.
The entryway light flicked on for a moment, then died, and the living room plunged back into darkness. I was tiptoeing toward my room when a strange sound drifted from somewhere in the house. I stopped and listened.
Something like sobbing. Or maybe the sound of shuddering, uneven breaths. I pricked up my ears, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.
The master bedroom.
Is Mom crying? Why? Is it too much for her?
I thought she was crying. I hadn't been home, after all — alone in a quiet house, her emotions must have welled up. It couldn't be easy, carrying the weight of being a mother at such a young age. A heavy lump of iron settled in my chest. I hated myself infinitely for getting hard last night while holding her as we slept.
I'm a fucking psycho.
I quietly approached the master bedroom and gently pushed the door, which was already slightly ajar. If she was crying, I was going to go in and comfort her.
Whether it was because my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I could see reasonably well inside the pitch-black bedroom. A wave of heat rolled over me. And then the shocking sight that greeted me — Mom's actions completely shattered my assumption that she'd been crying.
She was lying on the bed, her hand buried between her thighs, letting out moans so faint they were barely audible.
"Haah... haah..."
Her panties and bra lay discarded on the floor. With her other hand she clutched her breast, her hips rolling as she touched herself.
Mom, masturbating. I'd never seen this before. She was young and didn't have a man, so of course she would — but I never thought I'd witness it with my own two eyes.
Haah... Mom.
Without realizing it, I just stood there staring. As my eyes adjusted further to the darkness, her naked body came into even sharper focus. I watched, transfixed, as she pushed her fingers into her pussy and rocked her hips, her pelvis trembling with every stroke.
"Haah~ haah~"
Mom had no idea I'd come home. Completely unaware that her son was watching her masturbate, she rapidly flicked her swollen nipple with her fingers.
"Nnngh. Hah."
Her long hair was tousled, fanned out across the bed. Her naked body kept twisting this way and that with pleasure. Watching it, I felt the blood rush to my cock without even meaning to. My dick, drained from fucking Aunt Jisu, slowly lifted its head again as if none of that had happened, straining hard against my pants.
The wet, filthy sounds of her fingers working grew louder the faster her hand moved — a thick, sloppy squelching that filled the dark room. And then, from her lips—
"Haah... Hyeonsu..."
Did I hear that wrong? Why was my name coming out of her mouth? What the hell was Mom imagining while she touched herself?
Then the crumpled tissues scattered across the bed caught my eye. I'd seen those somewhere before...
Those are—!
The tissues I'd used to jerk off and then hidden. I'd stuffed them under the top of the mattress because I was too lazy to go to the bathroom. Why were they on Mom's bed?
But the answer to that question was easy enough.
Mom.
She must have been lonely. And then she'd found tissues soaked through with cum. To her, that wasn't her son's — it was just a man's.
"Haah~ haah~"
Without thinking, I slipped my hand into my pants. I wrapped my fingers around my cock, which was leaking pre-cum like crazy, and slowly stroked it. I jerked off watching Mom jerk off. Every time her moans grew louder, my hand moved faster.
A house where just the two of us lived. In the dead of night, Mom in her room, her son at the doorway — each of us baring our own lust. And then, just as it all reached a peak—
Thud.
Without meaning to, I dropped the shopping bag I'd been holding in my other hand. Mom's movements froze. The moans she'd been letting out cut off cold.
"Hyeonsu?"
As Mom lifted her head and turned her gaze toward the door, I slowly backed away from it.
"Hyeonsu, is that you?"
I couldn't say a word. The last thing I wanted was to get caught peeking at Mom masturbating. I picked up the shopping bag and quietly retreated, careful not to make a sound.
At the same time, from the master bedroom came a frantic rustling — the sound of her grabbing clothes and throwing them on. I hurried to my room and opened my door as silently as I could. The moment I stepped inside, Mom came out of the master bedroom.
I'd ducked into my room to avoid being caught — but then what? I had no idea what to do next. I tossed the shopping bag onto the bed and just stood there. Mom masturbating. And me, jerking off to the sight of it. My head was already overflowing with just that.
"Hyeonsu?"
Mom opened my door. And we faced each other.
Her eyes trembled faintly. I stared back at her, my mouth clamped shut. She'd figured it out. She didn't say it — but from the look on my face, she knew her son had seen her masturbating.
We stood there in silence, looking into each other's eyes. In the dark room, neither of us spoke first. After some time had passed—
"...Did you see?"
Mom quietly opened her mouth. I nodded. She kept twitching her lips as if she couldn't find the words, then closed her mouth again.
"...Sorry. The door was open."
I wanted to fix this somehow, but that was impossible. Mom just nodded. And then—
"Tomorrow... let's talk."
She left those careful words behind and walked out.
It wasn't anyone's fault, really. Masturbation — everyone does it. Mom had been doing it, and I'd just happened to see through an open door. I hadn't meant to spy on her. Of course, I should have pretended I didn't notice and gone straight to my room.
Haah. Whatever.
My cock, which had been standing stiff, had already gone limp. Inside my underwear, the pre-cum I'd leaked earlier clung to me, sticky and unpleasant. I tore off a long strip of tissue, stuffed it into my briefs, and threw myself onto the bed.
The next day, Mom left for work before I even woke up. A carefully prepared meal was waiting on the table, and off to one side sat a note.
The soup's in the pot, so heat it up. Mom has a booked client today, so I'm heading in early.
An excuse that wasn't quite an excuse. Anyone in last night's situation would have a hard time facing the other person. It was only natural.
I spent the day as I always did. I showered. I ate. I opened my email and checked my assigned work. Ju-yeong from the building next door texted asking me to come over, but I turned her down, saying I was busy. Today, I didn't have it in me to laugh and chat. All I could think about was how to resolve things with Mom.
And then evening arrived, as it always did. Mom would be coming home from work, and we'd have no choice but to face each other again.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang at exactly seven. Normally, Mom would just punch in the passcode and walk in. But today, she rang the bell — as if checking whether I was even home. I went to the front door and opened it.
"Mom, you're home?"
"Yeah~ son. I'm a little tired. I think I should shower and go straight to bed."
Normally she'd ask how my day was, whether I'd eaten — but today, it felt like she was avoiding me.
"Okay, go shower, Mom. What about dinner? Want me to set something out?"
"No... if you're hungry, go ahead and eat. I don't have an appetite."
Mom always spent dinner with me, no matter what. But she kept finding excuses, as if looking at my face was too embarrassing.
"Okay. I'll blend some juice for you at least. Drink it after you shower."
"Okay, son. Thanks."
Mom smiled. But it was awkward. She was a terrible liar, so all these forced little gestures looked painfully uncomfortable.
While she went to shower, I blended the juice and set it on the table. Then I went back to my room. That would be easier for her. It seemed like we'd have to live like this for a while.
A little later, I heard Mom come out into the living room after her shower. She went into the kitchen, drank the juice, and then the master bedroom door opened and closed. No more facing each other tonight. She wouldn't come out of her room, and neither would I.
Last night, when I got home — I should have just gone straight to my room. If I had, none of this would have happened. I regretted it. I hated seeing that shadow fall over Mom's bright face.
But at the same time, I kept thinking about how she'd looked last night.
You fucking psycho.
To be thinking about that in this situation. I cursed myself, but the image of Mom's naked body wouldn't leave my head. The way her breasts had swelled toward the ceiling as she lay there. The way she'd spread her long legs wide into an M-shape as she touched herself.
Blood rushed south again. I could feel pre-cum slowly leaking out. As if possessed, I was just reaching for a tissue when—
Knock. Knock.
Mom knocked on my door.