The Summer Vacation's Gift
The day after, we checked out and headed home.
Driving home was never a chore because my wife and Jin-yeong took turns behind the wheel, keeping the fatigue at bay.
The moment I had finished with my own wife and then turned straight to Jin-yeong, receiving both men’s seed deep inside her, that single scene burned the hottest memory of our entire vacation.
Even now, the mere thought of it made my cock stiffen like Pavlov’s dog.
I owed my wife a silent thank-you in my heart.
She couldn’t have spoken the words aloud, of course; I had already claimed her mouth and her body.
The summer vacation we had never expected—our secret gift—was already drawing to a close.
As I focused on the second half of the year’s company operations, I kept one ear open for any surprises my family might still have in store for us during the honey-sweet August break.
My wife Suyeon had kept herself busy from the moment the sun rose, the way only a dedicated housewife could.
She had a clear rule: breakfast must always be eaten together.
Thanks to that, the three of us gathered around the table every morning like clockwork.
Even after the meal, her schedule was never empty.
In the afternoons she found time for gym sessions and yoga.
She had been going to the same nearby academy for years now, steadily shaping her body with the same dedication.
Her willpower was nothing short of legendary.
Jin-yeong had quit tutoring entirely and now lived off the generous allowance she gave him.
The money was more than he earned before, or at least equal.
I sometimes felt it bordered on over-protection, but I understood a parent’s heart: send your child out of the house well-fed right before he enters the military.
My own days remained perfectly ordinary.
Company, home, business meetings, business trips, client dinners—oddly, my extramarital affairs had all but vanished in recent months.
That was why I had never once caught my wife and son in the act inside our house.
The “gift” she had spoken of belonged only to the vacation.
At home, Jin-yeong and Suyeon were forbidden from having sex.
It was, in fact, one of the strongest rules that kept the bond between mother and son safe and sacred.
During the break, they could have locked themselves away and gone all the way, but Suyeon never allowed it.
“Even though your father and husband are right here in the house, how could we?” she always reminded him.
“And if he catches us, we would fall into an endless abyss of no return.”
The warning had been terrifying and yet strangely clean—final, with no loopholes left.
Therefore, while Suyeon was still an extraordinary woman for maintaining the proper distance in the physical act, she had no problem letting Jin-yeong’s mouth work any time he wanted.
Inside the bedroom, living room, Jin-yeong’s room, even on the dining table, she had swallowed his cock countless times.
Love-making happened everywhere in the house, but when he pushed for full insertion she would always find a reason to deny him—her loving wife’s way.
Usually it was once a day.
Some days she took him three times: morning, lunch, and right before I came home.
Her mouth became his personal cum receptacle so often that I couldn’t help but wonder where such insatiable hunger came from.
Her self-control was equally impressive.
He was only twenty-one, already taller and stronger than me, yet he never once tried to take her by force.
Instead he obeyed every rule she set, polite and mannerly to the end.
We had built our own version of a happy family, and I wanted to savor the forbidden sweetness for as long as possible.
“Darling, what time will you get home? I’ve prepared your favorite samgyeopsal.”
“Huh… oooooooooh! So you really do have telepathy. I was going to call and ask if we should eat samgyeopsal together, but you beat me to it.”
“I’m right inside your head, honey. Hehe… aaah.”
“No way. Haha. Got it. No overtime today. I’m leaving right now.”
“Yes, eat with Jin-yeong too—ooooh. I’ll get it ready.”
“Alright, is everything okay? Your voice is shaking.”
“Eung, no, it’s not. Thinking about eating with you is making me so excited… aaah… hurry home.”
I knew exactly why Suyeon was making those breathy little sounds while on the phone.
Through the monitor, the live view showed her at the dining table and Jin-yeong hidden beneath it, on his knees.
She was seated, hands busy chopping the namul, while the other still held the phone to her ear.
Jin-yeong was hidden inside her flared skirt, skirt flipped up, tongue working her pussy.
It wasn’t the open, explicit scene you’d see in an adult movie, but it still sent warm, secret heat curling through her chest.
Jin-yeong was giving me a view so perfect that I didn’t even need to see her naked to know exactly what was happening.
And then there was the second change.
While I was away at work during the vacation, their relationship had grown far more openly.
At first it had been only kisses and her giving him oral.
Now it was skin-to-skin in every possible way.
Even now.
Suyeon had allowed Jin-yeong to touch her body, yet she had refused his caresses and all the intimate contact he offered.
Now, however, when he pleasured her she made no such objections.
The vacation had been the spark that finally set everything ablaze.
When Jin-yeong had been stung by the jellyfish, he had not hesitated to protect me.
Looking at him like that, Suyeon must have seen not the child she had raised but a man, a real man.
Simply watching that single step forward made my cock throb with pure pleasure.
“Aaah… Jin-yeong… no… I still have dinner to prepare…”
“Pfft… zzzzip… just a little more…”
“Aaah… if you keep doing that… Mom… aaah…”
Suyeon ended the call and placed the phone on the table.
At the same time her head tilted back, overwhelmed by pleasure.
Her damp, shiny hair spilled over her flushed cheeks.
She closed her eyes and let Jin-yeong’s tongue and fingers drive her wild.
She would once have shouted “no!” but that was no longer true.
Suyeon’s face, open and beautiful as she accepted every single stroke, was a sight to behold.
A moment later her two hands moved down to cradle Jin-yeong’s head, fingers gently stroking his hair.
“Aha… ah… aaah… Jin-yeong… what are you doing…”
“……”
“Are you doing it with your hand too? Aaah… what should I do…”
His fingers moved in a steady rhythm behind him.
One hand was clearly inside her, stroking her inner walls while his tongue circled her entrance.
Suyeon’s body began to tremble the moment he attacked both her hole and her pussy at once.
Her hips jerked as if electrocuted, her hands losing their grip on his head.
“Aaah… Jin-yeong… wait… aaah…”
“……”
Jin-yeong stopped moving.
She had no more strength left to stay seated; she bent forward and collapsed onto the table.
The bowl of namul on the table edge tilted and crashed to the floor with a clatter.
“Thud, clack, clack.”
“My goodness! What happened. I didn’t notice… aaah… I still have to pick that up…”
But she made no move to retrieve it.
She had already savored every aftershock of the orgasm and slowly rose from the table.
“Jin-yeong, now it’s your turn to sit.”
“Eh?”
“You made me feel so good, so now Mom will take care of you.”
“Yes… please, Mom.”
“Alright. First, though, I have to clean up this namul. Your father will be eating it with us tonight.”
Suyeon was a housewife whose “100-point cooking” rule meant nothing could ever be left on the floor.
Thanks to her, our home was always spotless.
She reached down, grabbed Jin-yeong’s shorts and underwear at the same time, and yanked them off.
His thick, powerful cock sprang free, and Suyeon stared at it for a long moment.
A single drop of transparent precum glistened at the tip.
She took it between thumb and forefinger, brought it slowly to her lips, and looked straight at me and Jin-yeong at the same time.
“Mmm… delicious.”
“Ah… Mom… I love you…”
What men would say if they saw this exact moment?
Even I couldn’t think of anything better than “I love you.”
“Just a moment, Jin-yeong. We still have to pick up all this namul first.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Hehe… that’s so cute.”
Suyeon knelt on the floor and carefully placed the fallen namul back into the bowl.
Since she had already finished chopping the vegetables, she carried the bowl into the kitchen instead of the table.
When she returned, she dropped to her knees right in front of Jin-yeong.
“I’m going to eat this big, beautiful cock of yours—aaaaaah!”
Suyeon looked up at him with playful eyes, then opened her mouth wide and took him in.
“Hup!”
Her sudden move made Jin-yeong’s eyes widen as he looked down at her.
Her straight hair framed the elegant line of her neck that I loved so much.
She gripped his firm thighs with both hands and began to suck him gently.
Only someone who knew her would understand how perfect her oral service truly was.
“Zzzip… chup… zzeup… zzzup…”
“Aaah… Mom…”
Jin-yeong held her head with both hands.
“Faster… he’ll be home soon.”
Suyeon paused, pulled his cock from her mouth, and spoke slowly, as if in slow motion.
Jin-yeong nodded in understanding.
Then, without missing a beat, he pushed back into her waiting mouth.
The best scene of all.
And so it continued…