The Son Defiles His Mother 1
Kim Soeun's bedroom lay thick with a darkness so dense you couldn't see an inch ahead.
In that blackness, only the steady breathing of the sleeping married woman could be heard—not even the rustle of someone turning over disturbed the quiet.
The door to the single mother's room—a door no one should have been opening—began to creak open with a soft squeak.
"……"
Through the slightly parted gap, a single pair of eyes glistening with wet lust began to peer into the room.
The intruder who confirmed that Kim Soeun, the room's owner, was fast asleep was none other than her son, Kim Seojin.
Sweating profusely from sheer tension, he stepped carefully inside with hesitant footsteps. He licked his burning, dry lips several times before finally working up the resolve to speak.
"M-Mom. You asleep? I-I, uh. Th-there's something I need to say…"
It was a voice far too trembling and strained for a son who had simply come in with something to tell his mother. But even at her son's call, she didn't stir—she remained soundly asleep.
He forced his reluctant feet to move and stood right beside the woman who would become tonight's prey. Still unable to calm himself, Kim Seojin reached out a shaking hand, lightly touched his sleeping mother's shoulder, and raised his voice again.
"M-Mo-Mom…you asleep? There's something impor…tant…"
His pronunciation and tone were as scattered with nerves as his trembling hands. Seeing his mother completely unresponsive to a voice and external stimuli right beside her—even accounting for the alcohol—he gradually began to regain his composure.
Gulp…
His sweat-soaked Adam's apple bobbed. Was it simply dry spit swallowed from nerves? Or thirst born of a surging black desire? One thing was certain: the fear and terror that had painted his face were gradually giving way to the wet, sticky emotion of lust.
"So the sleeping pills work."
The reason Kim Soeun was sleeping so unnaturally deeply was the sleeping pills Kim Seojin had given her. The only reason a jobless retake student like him had been able to obtain them was his deal with Mummy Hunter—Jung Taeyoung.
Wary that Jung Taeyoung might have handed him the wrong drug, he had pretended to have something to say and tried to wake his mother. She truly was sleeping like the dead.
"I was worried about how to get her to take them, but Mom buying late-night snacks made everything easy."
Kim Seojin sat on the edge of the bed where his mother slept under the influence of the pills and let out a deep sigh of relief. He never would have imagined she would voluntarily bring home late-night snacks, so he'd been fretting over how to administer what Jung Taeyoung had given him. As if someone were pushing him from behind to commit the taboo of violating his own mother, everything had fallen into place with unnatural ease.
"I should be able to film the payment for Jung Taeyoung without much trouble either."
What Jung Taeyoung had demanded in exchange for the sleeping pills was a video of his sleeping mother that included her face. Kim Seojin sat on the edge of the bed and continued to deliberate—because of the additional proposal he'd received when he met the man and took the pills.
"If you film your sleeping mother together with her ID, I'll mobilize every resource and connection I have to make your fantasy come true."
"My fantasy?"
At the question, Jung Taeyoung let a sneer rise in his eyes and breathed a devil's whisper into his ear.
"You…want to watch your mom get raped, don't you?"
At those words, Kim Seojin was inwardly startled that the black secret he'd buried deep in his heart had been exposed. Even though he hadn't answered or shown any external reaction, Jung Taeyoung began to snicker as if that alone was enough.
"You know staying silent there actually makes it weirder, right?"
"Ah…"
Only then did Kim Seojin realize he'd handled it wrong. Normally you would explode in anger and tell someone not to talk nonsense—an extreme person might even resort to violence on the spot. Pressing the sleeping pills into the frozen young man's hand, Jung Taeyoung made a chilling declaration.
"I'd prefer if you took the additional deal too. That way I get a lot more 'good footage.' Well, it doesn't matter anymore even if you refuse."
It sounded as if it made no difference whether the deal was accepted or not. Jung Taeyoung's black eyes looking at him were terribly unsettling. But it felt like the man wasn't looking at him at all—like he was looking at something beyond him. Those eyes, glistening with sexual desire, seemed fixed on Mom, who wasn't even there, and Seojin had fled home as if running away.
"It's not like Jung Taeyoung even knows Mom…"
He had acted as if he knew everything about the two of them. On the way back, Seojin had taken a long detour just in case and changed clothes several times along the way, so the odds of his personal information being exposed were low. Even so, Jung Taeyoung's atmosphere left him uneasy—it carried the obsession of a predator who had found his prey called "Mom" and intended to track her down and devour her to the end.
Should he cooperate even a little so he could keep some control over the situation? Or was going any further too dangerous—should he stop the adventure here and end it?
"…"
As if seeking an answer, the son looked down at his soundly sleeping mother right beside him and lightly touched her cheek with his hand. From his fingertips came a softness and elasticity that was almost intoxicating.
"Come to think of it, when was the last time I held Mom's hand?"
If it was simple contact, he had supported his dead-drunk mother at the sauna not long ago—but he couldn't remember when natural contact had last been. That was how long the two of them had lived finding each other difficult, turning away from one another.
To recall the forgotten art of acting spoiled, the son carefully crawled under his mother's blanket and nestled into the embrace he had missed.
"…"
Cozy warmth and a familiar scent. And in his mother's endlessly soft embrace that he had forgotten, he set aside his complicated worries and acted spoiled for a moment. He buried his face in her ample breasts and listened to the sound of her beating heart.
Ah…this feels good…
The sense of security that comfort brought was winning out over sticky sexual desire. He felt the urge to just fall asleep like this—but the black seed rooted in his chest lifted its head and asked if he was really going to end it here.
The son looked up at his soundly sleeping mother's face. The sharp, furious expression she usually directed at him had vanished without a trace, leaving only a defenseless face. Seeing a trickle of drool slip from between her slightly parted pink lips, his heart began to pound loudly once more.
"Mmm…"
He stared blankly as his mother unconsciously swallowed the drool running from the corner of her mouth. Gazing at her utterly defenseless figure, he recalled the day she had been sleep-raped by some middle-aged man whose name he didn't even know.
A room filled with a silence as if only the two of them existed in the world, and his mother's familiar scent. And his mother, sleeping deeply. Unconsciously, the son turned his head to look at the firmly closed bedroom door.
The fantasy of someone kicking that door open, forcibly tearing him away, and violating his sleeping mother began to thrash through his mind.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His heart began to pound as loudly as a drum. If he was going to hand her over to someone else anyway…
Kim Seojin's thoughts cut off right there.
The son carefully extricated himself from his mother's embrace and stood blankly at her side, looking down at her defenseless form. Something had changed about the young man who had left her arms—the front of his pants was visibly tented.
"…"
In silence, he began rummaging through the bag sitting on his mother's vanity. As if familiar even in the dark, he pulled a wallet from inside and took out a rectangular card.
It was his mother's ID.
Tucking the card into his pocket, the son began slowly pulling back the blanket covering his soundly sleeping mother. Then her body heat and the rich flesh-scent of a married woman, trapped beneath the covers, burst free as if liberated and tickled his nose. The faint scent of alcohol hidden within only heightened the dangerous allure of a grown woman.
"Haa…haa…haa…"
As if he had caught the scent of some pheromone that seduced reason itself, his breathing grew steadily rougher in the darkness. His eyes, veins beginning to stand out in them, slowly traced over his mother's figure.
She always ran hot, and so she was sleeping on her side in nothing but a thin white dress. Her slender shoulders and ample upper breasts were clearly visible even in the dark, and an arm he longed to caress lay limp across the bed. The plump curve of her hips, discernible even through the loose dress, teased his eyes, and below the hem that had ridden up past her knees, legs that boasted elastic beauty stretched out long.
Gulp…
Swallowing at the sight of the defenseless female's form, the son pulled from his pocket the phone he had prepared. Pressing the video record button without difficulty even in the dark—just as he had practiced any number of times—a bright light burst forth as if pushing back the thick darkness.
The full, sensual figure of a married woman began to fill the small phone screen completely. Using the camera lens, he began filming his mother's body as if licking it, starting slowly from below.
From her neat, dainty feet to her anklebones, her smooth calves and elastic thighs, past the pure white dress that invited imagination of a married woman's dangerous figure… all the way to the face of his mother, sleeping happily without the slightest idea that someone was filming her body—he captured every bit of it on video.