Our First Secret Night
I sat in the quiet of my room after dinner, replaying the impossible conversation with my mother over and over. My girlfriend and I could never have dreamed up something like this happening in real life… but here we were.
“But no one else can ever know,” I whispered to myself, my heart still racing. “Mom is the only one who matters. Anyone else can wait… Mom.”
Still, the memory of her lips pressed against mine made my pulse throb. I was twenty-one now, discharged from the military only a few months ago, and the last thing I expected was to fall head-over-heels in love with my own mother.
She had prepared a simple breakfast that morning—porridge, eggs, and fresh fruit—and I helped clear the dishes from the sink. Mom never left anything to dry; the second the bowl hit the water she was already scrubbing away, sleeves rolled up, apron tied tight around her waist.
I couldn’t stop looking. The way her long black hair was twisted into a neat bun left her slender neck completely bare, smooth and elegant. Her narrow waist flared into wide hips, and those thick, toned thighs flexed with every stroke of the sponge. She was the kind of beauty that belonged in the top one percent—elegant, sensual, and completely unaware of how much she drove me crazy.
“Mom… you’re so beautiful,” I murmured under my breath, already heading toward my room.
Earlier that morning I had burned off the leftover lust by playing online games with friends until my eyes burned. The moment the ache in my groin vanished, instinct kicked in hard. I started thinking about my classmates again, the usual crude jokes flying around.
“2-B’s boobs are huge, man. Totally worth staring at.”
“4-C’s hips are perfect… damn, she’s built like a goddess.”
But the second those girls walked into the room, all the dirty talk died in my throat. I was always the pure one, the guy who never said a single lewd word in front of his friends. My thoughts were far more dangerous—always circling back to Mom, her smile, her body, the way she moved like no other woman in the world.
A text lit up my phone just as I was about to lie down.
“Jin-yeong, I have something I need to tell you.”
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, nothing like that. Come to the living room right now.”
I frowned. Mom had never scolded me before. This must be serious. Maybe she was going to lecture me about military life, or ask me about college. Nothing bad, right? A son calling his mom a bad word—even the worst one—was still not the kind of crime that would make her break down and cry.
Or… was she planning to give me something? My pulse quickened. Other guys my age chased after girls their own age. I had been different since I was seven.
I remembered the morning when I was preparing to start kindergarten. The sunbeams streaming through the balcony window landed right on Mom as she sat on the sofa. Her figure was breathtaking—angelic, untouched by any ordinary beauty. I had stared, heart hammering.
“Mom is so pretty.”
“Oh? Our Jin-yeong thinks his mom is pretty? Thank you, sweetie.”
“Where did you learn to say that?”
“I don’t know… Mom is just so pretty.”
“Hearing that from my own son makes me happy…”
“When I grow up I’m going to marry you!”
“Oh my! Are you proposing to Mom? I’m so moved!”
“Of course… Mom is my girlfriend!”
That day at seven years old was the moment I first fell in love with her. From that day forward, I adored my mother with every fiber of my being.
“Mom, what’s the thing you wanted to tell me?”
“You’re in such a hurry. First wash your face and eat dinner. Your dad is coming home late again tonight.”
“Okay.”
I always walked around the house in nothing but underwear. Today was no exception. I stepped into the living room still in my tight briefs, and there was Mom at the stove, stirring a pot.
“Today I made a light, nutritious samgyeopsal bibimbap with fresh vegetables!”
“Wow, Mom, this looks amazing!”
“Of course it is. I know exactly what my son likes. Eat up.”
“Mmm~”
Her samgyeopsal bibimbap was always perfect. I ate quickly, then turned on the TV in the living room and asked casually, “Mom, what did you want to tell me?”
“It’s… someone who’s similar to you is making you rush.”
“Probably because I’m like you, haha.”
“Hohohoho… Am I really that impatient? No way…”
“Anyway… what’s the story? I can’t stop worrying lately.”
“Why are you doing something bad to Mom?”
“H-heck… you’re right… I really lost my mind that time, Mom… I’m so sorry…”
“I already know. So from now on, don’t do that to me again, okay?”
“…”
“Not answering… you’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
“Mom is so pretty… Hic… I can’t help it… I guess I love you…”
“Jin-yeong… listen to me. I’ve been thinking a lot since last night…”
I swallowed hard and stared at her lips. The gulp sound was loud in the quiet room.
Mom’s voice started slowly, almost shy. “I saw a lot of moms on the internet who give their sons a handjob when they’re at the peak of horniness… it’s shocking how common it is.”
“…”
“Last week, when you came out of the bathroom and almost tripped, I accidentally saw… it. From that day on I couldn’t sleep. Hohohoho.”
“Huh? Mom… what are you—?”
“Don’t say it out loud… Mom is embarrassed. It’s way bigger than your dad’s… No, anyway, what Mom wants to say is…”
I swallowed again. The pause was killing me. She couldn’t be… doing it with me? No way.
“When you’re ready, Mom will give you a handjob. That’s it. Nothing more. I still have to keep the mother-son relationship, you know?”
“H-Heck, Mom… I love you… Mmmph!”
“Oh my… you… suddenly…”
I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. I had pecked her cheek a hundred times, but never her lips like this. At first she flinched, then slowly melted into the kiss.
The mere mention of her giving me a handjob—even if only when I needed it—sent me into orbit. I was flying.
“Mom, it’s not that I’ll do it from beginning to end. Only when you can’t handle it yourself anymore. Understand?”
“Yes… I understand. I love you, Mom…”
“Whew… husbands and sons are all incredible…”
“Mom… why dad?”
“Uh… no, there’s no such thing. You don’t have to worry.”
“Okay.”
“And one more thing—this is something no one can ever know. If Dad finds out, we’ll be thrown out.”
“Yes! I swear I’ll never ask for it when Dad is here.”
“Good. Now go to your room.”
“Before that… Mom, can we officially make today our first anniversary as a couple? I’ll give you a handjob…”
“Your peers are saying your sex drive is insane. Okay. Go wash up cleanly.”
“Yes.”
That was the day Mom and I crossed a dangerous line. I took a lightning-fast shower, didn’t even put on pants, and walked back to the living room with my erection already throbbing wildly. My cock was so hard from the thought of receiving my mother’s first handjob that it swayed heavily with every step.
“Jin-yeong… no matter how much I look, yours is still way too big. How can it be bigger than your dad’s?”
“Hehe…”
Mom was sitting on the sofa watching TV. I sat down right beside her, so close our thighs touched.
The moment I sat, her soft, delicate hand reached out and wrapped around my cock. She stroked me slowly from base to tip.
“Ah… Mom feels so good…”
“Don’t say things like that. Mom is embarrassed…”
Mom turned her gaze to the TV but kept moving her hand faster. Because I was so big, she had to use both hands. The wet, squelching sound of her palm sliding up and down mixed with the slick sound of my pre-cum filled the room.
Minutes passed. I felt the familiar pressure building.
“Mom… I’m gonna… ahh…”
Her strokes became frantic. I came hard—thick ropes of cum shooting out. Mom caught every drop with one hand, her palm shiny and sticky with my son’s hot semen.
“Catching my son’s cum in my hand… I really am a terrible mother, huh? Hohohoho.”
She wiped her hand with a tissue, then used the other to clean my cock. Finally she stood, looking down at me with flushed cheeks.
“You’re so beautiful, Mom. And you said you give handjobs to other families a lot too…”
“Thank you for saying that… Well, today is the end of our first official date!”
Just like that, I had received my mother’s second handjob. This was history. The first day of our relationship as lovers. The most precious experience of my life as a college student, and the moment I realized I would never be able to stop loving her.
A little while later Dad came home.
The house still smelled of sex and forbidden lust, but Dad didn’t seem to notice anything.
“Honey, I’m home.”
“Oh, you’re early. Go shower and change. I’ll make dinner.”
“Dad is here.”
Mom rushed into the kitchen to bring out a delicious dinner she had already prepared. She had set the table in advance so everything was ready in minutes.
Dad changed into comfortable home clothes and sat down at the table.
“Is Jin-yeong not eating?”
“He ate already. We ate together because you were late.”
I sat across from Dad. Mom took the seat right next to me.
Our dining table was a little high, so our lower bodies were mostly hidden. My right hand slipped under the table and began stroking Mom’s firm, soft ass.
She shot me a quick glare, but I pressed harder. Because we always touched each other in the family, she never stopped me. Her ass was soft and jiggly under my fingers—perfect for groping.
Just minutes earlier she had been giving me a handjob with both hands. Now she was serving dinner to Dad like the perfect wife and mother. My cock twitched again, already half-hard once more.
Mom never touched me when Dad was around. Her eyes were locked only on him, her expression dreamy and loving. When she covered her mouth while laughing, she looked like a heavenly angel.
And now this same mother was giving handjobs to her own son in secret…