Chapter 11. Bath with Mama (3)「Joo Ji-hoon's POV」
I knelt facing Joo Seol-hwa. Her massive tits jiggled right in front of my eyes. Porcelain-pale breasts so creamy that faint veins showed through. A droplet of water clung to the curve of her breast before trickling down. It gathered at the tip of her nipple—a soft peach-pink bud. Gulp. I swallowed hard without thinking.
"Can I really touch them...?"
"Of course. You're my son, and I'm your mama."
"Then..."
I didn't hesitate, reaching out. Plop. I placed my hand lightly on her breast. One hand wasn't nearly enough to cup it all. I gave it a gentle squeeze. My fingers sank into the soft flesh, her silky skin clinging to my palm.
"They're so beautiful..."
I caressed the whole mound like shaping fine pottery, subtly teasing her nipple along the way.
"Heehee... You like that so much?"
She didn't seem to take my touch as sexual. She even laughed like it was just playful fun, not seeing me as a man at all. Well, yeah—reacting to her own kid groping her would be weird. So, how far would she let me go? I pinched her nipple lightly between my fingers. Stretch... stretch... I tugged it playfully, back and forth.
"Eek...! No..."
Joo Seol-hwa shuddered and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.
"Why not? You said I could touch your tits."
I put on my most innocent face, like I had no clue what was wrong.
"W-Well, I did say that, but..."
"So I can touch them?"
It'd be hard for her to say no now. Rejecting me meant admitting my touch felt sexual—and that would make her "treatment" excuse a lie, widening the gap she'd worked so hard to close.
"Can't I touch Mama's tits...?"
I gazed up at her with pleading eyes.
"Sorry. Mama just got startled. Go ahead, touch all you want."
"Mama!"
I grinned wide and latched my mouth onto her breast. Smooch. I sucked her pink nipple right in.
"Eek! W-What are you doing?!"
"You said I could touch them."
"I said touch, not suck with your mouth!"
"Isn't sucking Mama's milk natural for a baby?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Is it because I'm not your real kid...?"
I squeezed out a few tears, making my eyes well up.
"N-No, that's not it. Please don't cry..."
"Then...? Why'd you get mad?"
"I wasn't mad, just surprised. But thinking about it, there's nothing wrong. You're my child, so sucking Mama's milk is only natural."
"Hehe... Good. I thought I'd messed up..."
"No, no. Suck as much as you want."
There it is. I'd figured Joo Seol-hwa out. Zero sexual knowledge, but endlessly doting on her kids.
"Mama. Touch mine too."
I boldly thrust my dick forward, poking her lower belly with the tip.
"O-Okay."
Anyone watching would've called it crossing the line, but she didn't refuse. She wrapped one hand around my shaft and stroked it gently. It felt good, sure, but she was way too clumsy. Might as well jerk it myself at this rate.
"Mama. Use both hands, wrap them around."
"Like this?"
She stacked her hands like she was cracking a nut.
"No. Don't overlap—line them up long."
"Like this?"
One hand gripped the base, the other the head. Perfect cylinder hand-pussy formed.
"Perfect. Just hold still."
I thrust my hips, fucking her hand-pussy. Squelch... squelch... The foam and water kept it slick, no chafing even from her calluses. Pounding hard, my glans poked out past her fingers, smearing precum on her belly. Pulling back left a sticky thread between her skin and my tip.
Slurp... smooch...
I sucked her tit while pistoning like a dog in heat. Couldn't keep my cool with this perfect woman right in front of me.
"Th-This is..."
Joo Seol-hwa's face flushed with panic. Probably realizing mid-act that this looked exactly like sex. Too late to stop now.
"Mama... Mama...!"
I looked up at her, face buried between her tits.
"Son... Does it feel that good?"
"Y-Yeah... The best... Mama's hand-pussy is the best...!"
"H-Hand-pussy...? Where'd you learn that...?"
"Mama...! Gonna cum soon...!"
"White pee coming out? Let it all go in Mama's hand. Goooo—"
Already on the edge, her cheering made my balls clench. Jelly-like cum surged up my urethra.
"Mama...!!"
Spurt-spurt-spuuurt!!
I blasted her body—tits, belly, thighs—marking her as mine.
"Haa... Mama..."
Post-nut clarity hit. I'd gone too far.
"S-Sorry..."
I apologized first. Not really sorry, of course—just playing the part.
"It's fine. I was worried about aftereffects from your memory loss making you unwell, but this proves you're healthy." She smiled softly. Acted like nothing happened after. Rinsed the foam off me with the showerhead, dried my hair with the blow dryer, even lotioned my back. At first I thought she was pretending, but no—she was genuinely unfazed. After a handjob, breastfeeding, and a bukkake. She really saw it as normal mother-son stuff. I'd worried about overstepping, but she seemed happy we'd grown closer.
"How was it? Bathing together feels nice, right?"
"Yeah! Loved it!"
"Then tomorrow too? With Mama?"
"Huh...?"
"Don't want to?"
"N-No, it's not that... But it'll end up like today. You okay with that?"
"Of course. It was just treatment. So tomorrow too?"
"Yeah..."
Doing this daily? I wouldn't trust myself to hold back. Wonder if she'd rein me in...
After the bath with Mama, I headed back to my room and booted up the computer. Still tons of diary left to read.
Scroll-scroll.
Glanced at the time in the corner—already 10 PM. Early night?
Knock-knock.
"Who's there?"
"J-Ji-hoon. It's m-me. Joo So-min."
What'd she want? Opened the door with a smile anyway. She beamed the second she saw me.
"Sis. What's up so late?"
"Eek..."
Her face crumpled instantly.
"U-Use casual speech... p-please..."
Looked ready to collapse crying if I didn't.
"Got it, sis."
"...!"
One word, and tears welled up—not sad ones. Her lips twitched up.
"But seriously, sis—what's up?"
"W-Wanna watch a m-movie with me?"
"Movie? Outta nowhere?"
I tilted my head at the random pitch.
"N-Not outta nowhere. W-We used to watch t-together a lot."
"Oh, yeah?"
Diary's only early parts so far—no clue on recent stuff.
"S-So? Wanna watch w-with your s-sis...?"
Her whimper screamed desperation, terrified of rejection. Like asking a crush out. But no—blood siblings, remember.
"Sis, did the family talk or something?"
"H-Huh? T-Talk about what?"
"Like agreeing to treat me normal."
"H-How'd you know!?"
Her eyes went wide, body flinching. What a reaction queen. Kinda cute.
"Mom came offering a bath outta the blue too. You showing up—feels like a group effort."
"Y-Yeah! You're sharp. As expected..."
Her visible eye sparkled huge—easy to read.
"I-Is coming on this s-strong too much?"
"Nah. Grateful, actually."
They could've pulled away, disappointed by my changes. But they're reaching out, helping me fit in. Feels forced, sure, but better than isolation.
"S-So, wanna watch? The movie."
"Sure."
Not my style to refuse anyway. And a bit scary not to. Who knows her reaction...
……
"Here?"
"Y-Yeah. Let me i-introduce you."
Surprise: the mansion had a dedicated theater room. Home theater setup with a movie-theater-sized screen. Fresh popcorn too—warm and crunchy.
"You make this popcorn, sis?"
"N-No. Ravisse did."
"Ah."
Call her for everything, huh? Checks out.
"Family's loaded, right? Huge house like this in Seoul."
"S-Space expansion relic. Looks like a normal apartment outside."
"Oh... Cool."
But why only one seat? Room this big, just one chair—weird.
"S-So, sit?"
Joo So-min sat and—outta nowhere—spread her legs wide.
"Sis, only one chair? Want me to grab another?"
"N-No. Sit h-here."
Her thighs framed pale purple panties.