Mom Gets Rated
Kim Seojin had completely lost his senses, his face draining of color as the full weight of what he had done crashed over him.
“Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.”
The crisis of having committed an unforgivable act while consumed by lust turned his mind pure white. He hurriedly checked the photo of his mother he had just uploaded.
“D-did I at least keep the line I shouldn’t have crossed?”
Even in the grip of lost reason, some shred of self-preservation had remained; he had not uploaded any photo that showed his mother’s bare face. In a single phrase, the picture he had posted was simply one of the countless shots she regularly took in their home bathroom to track her body management. She had covered her face with her phone against the chance of a leak, yet the selfie still seized the eye—partial features of her face and those thick, pink-tinged lips drawing every gaze. Nothing that could identify her had been written. Only the brief, plain caption remained:
This is my mom. Please rate her.
“No one will recognize her, right? Yeah. N-no way. Even I, her own son, can barely tell, so it’s fine. I-it has to be.”
He had left the background unmosaicked, but it was only their home bathroom; no one would know the place. The fragmentary glimpse of her face alone made identifying her nearly impossible.
“Huuuu…”
The tension drained out of him all at once. He let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief and collapsed back into the chair. His arms still trembled from the fright; his heart hammered as if it meant to leap straight out of his mouth. Clutching his chest, he took the mouse again and began to examine the post he had raised with careful, slow eyes.
“Huu… Views are still pretty low.”
He had only just uploaded his mother’s photo, so the near-zero view count was at least some comfort. After checking the numbers, Seojin slowly picked the image apart once more.
“Wow… She’s my mom, but she really does have a beautiful body.”
It was not outright lingerie, yet the outfit came close. His mother was rigorous about her figure, but the cost of constant gym and Pilates memberships was too heavy, so she mostly worked out at home. This was the exercise set she wore indoors—a gray tank top and leggings far too revealing for public wear.
“She wouldn’t actually go outside dressed like this… right?”
Even to her son’s eyes the word “blatant” fit; every line of her body stood fully exposed. Sweat had darkened patches of the gray tank. Her breasts, crushed as if she had bought a size too small, asserted themselves with overwhelming force. The soft upper swell that called pudding to mind and the flesh spilling sideways still looked so yielding that his gaze drifted there of its own accord. Below, her narrow waist glittered with beads of sweat, so that the mature scent of a married woman seemed to drift right out of the photograph.
“Did she put on weight after buying the set? Her ass has completely swallowed the fabric…”
Looking at those gray leggings, Seojin decided firmly that this outfit never left the house. Stretched over her wide hips, the material clung so tightly it traced every dizzying curve without mercy. She had turned one cheek toward the bathroom mirror in a proud little pose, and the leggings had ridden deep into the cleft as if a size too small. Shot from the front, the crack of her pussy would almost certainly have shown through the fabric.
“Next time she works out I’ll sneak a look.”
Until now he had never thought twice when she exercised; now the idea of it as a private treat made him study the photo even more closely. Beyond the screen the full, springy line of her ass and the smooth taper of her thighs were wrapped in leggings that had also drunk her sweat, darkening in places. After hard exercise she was soaked; porcelain-pale skin webbed with clinging strands of hair gave the whole image a thick, erotic atmosphere. An everyday snapshot, yet it carried a strange, teasing heat that was more than enough to stoke her son’s black desire all over again.
Seojin felt the fever of arousal coil through his body once more, but the reason that had returned slammed the brakes on lust’s runaway.
“N-no. Delete it. I was going to post someday, but the mosaic isn’t even done right—if something goes wrong it’ll be a disaster.”
He was about to erase the hastily thrown-up post when he noticed several comments had already appeared.
“Mmm… W-well, it’s already up, right? Just check what they wrote before I delete it. That’s fine. Yeah. It’ll be fine.”
His head knew he should wipe it immediately, yet the monster called lust forced the rationalization. With hands shaking from tension he scrolled down and read the comments that had gathered.
He had barely read a handful of comments before his heart began to hammer like mad. Sweet breath panted from his mouth; even though he had already masturbated once, his cock swelled rock-hard again.
The reaction far exceeded anything he had imagined; his hands and feet began to shake. He was hyperventilating hard enough to feel light-headed, and by the time he came back to himself he was already pumping his cock in a frenzy. They were only words on a screen, yet the fact that his mother was being rated by strangers without her knowledge was real. The dizzying fantasy of her surrounded by countless males, reduced to a fragile female and gang-raped, crashed over him.
“Ugh!”
Gush—gush—gush—
Was it because he had already come once? Or because the filthy desires of the men rating his mother struck something too deep inside him? He rocketed to climax and began to ejaculate again. The thick, musky scent of night-blooming flowers filled the room; eyes bloodshot, reason gone, Seojin kept staring into the monitor.
“Haa! Haa! Haa!”
He hammered the refresh button without pause, desperate for every new comment that judged his mother. The room filled only with the endless click of a broken machine and the wet, almost abusive slap of a cock dripping precum and semen.
He masturbated until every drop of moisture had been wrung from his body; only when he was on the edge of collapse did reason finally return.
“… ”
His lower half and the chair around him were filthy with thick white sludge, his own sweat, and strings of precum. The air in the room was thick with an unspeakable, humid filth. In that decadent atmosphere the monitor alone glowed like a lighthouse guiding ships into a dark harbor. He knew the light led the wrong way, yet Seojin lacked the courage to turn from it. Instead, like a moth diving into flame, a still darker desire settled deep in his chest.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Regretting that his body no longer had the strength to continue, he carefully captured every rating and degradation of his mother as if they were precious treasures, then deleted the post.
The silence after the storm wrapped around him. Legs trembling as if they would give out at any second, he forced himself up and dropped heavily onto the bed. In the dark room he stared blankly at the dead computer screen. His eyes were hollow, as if dredged from a swamp, yet beneath them a black flame named desire still burned.