Kang-in's Gift
A few more days had passed since Bo-yeon began living with Kang-in.
Morning sunlight poured into the living room, where Kang-in sat on the sofa with the TV on.
"Hmm-hmm-hmm~♪"
A soft hum drifted from the kitchen. Bo-yeon, who had come to help care for him, was preparing breakfast.
It was a scene he had grown used to over the past few days.
"…."
Kang-in wasn't watching the TV. His eyes were fixed on his junior's girlfriend from behind. The healthy curve of her backside, wrapped snug in tight leggings, held his gaze completely.
…I can't take it.
He rose from the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Bo-yeon sensed him approaching from behind.
"Ah, Senior. Hungry, right? Just a second — it'll be ready soon… Hiek—!?"
The sensation of something large and hard settling into the cleft of her ass made Bo-yeon suck in a startled breath. Then she exhaled a long sigh.
"Seriously, what are you doing first thing in the morning?"
"I was looking at you and it got like this. Come on, soothe it for me."
He ground his massive morning erection against the cleft of her ass, pressing and rubbing as he pleaded.
"Nnh. Really… you can't just start rubbing it on me out of nowhere…."
The Bo-yeon of the past would have raised hell over behavior like that. Now she only flushed and tried to calm him down.
"At least after we eat…."
"Please. I can't hold it. We can take our time with breakfast after, yeah?"
"…."
That thick cock pressed down hard against the mound of her pussy, the shape of it stark even through the leggings. Bo-yeon's cheeks went red, and a complicated expression crossed her face.
Over the past few days, she had done exactly what she had told her boyfriend Tae-hoon she would — she had sex with Kang-in freely. A man of monstrous stamina, he would get hard at any hour and cling to her, and Bo-yeon would pretend she couldn't refuse as she let their bodies tangle.
"…Just once. Got it?"
"Of course."
The moment permission dropped, Kang-in pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it on. Then he yanked her leggings and panties down in one motion and thrust straight in.
Thud.
That enormous cock reached all the way inside with room to spare.
"Haahng!"
Clutching the sink, Bo-yeon pushed her hips back and let out a wet, broken moan.
Slap slap slap slap slap♡
They lost themselves in sex like a pair of newlyweds. Kang-in had promised just once — then came three more times before the heat in the kitchen finally cooled. The breakfast Bo-yeon had made ended up being eaten as brunch.
"Oh. The delivery's already here."
That evening, Bo-yeon watched Kang-in walk in carrying a package.
"What's that, Senior?"
"Clothes. Bought them as a gift for you."
The word gift made Bo-yeon's heart lift with quiet expectation. Then she saw the contents, and her expression went flat.
"What kind of clothes are these…."
"Don't be like that. Just try them on once. They'll look incredible on you."
"Haa…."
Bo-yeon heaved a deep sigh, took the clothes he held out, and went into her room.
Even after she finished changing, she hesitated a long while before she finally stepped back out.
"Damn. I knew my eye was good."
Kang-in looked at Bo-yeon in the outfit he had gifted her and let out a genuine, heartfelt whistle of admiration.
"…Where on earth did you even buy something like this?"
She had become a maid.
"What? It looks amazing on you."
"The chest part is too small. It's tight."
"No, the size is perfect right now."
What Kang-in had given Bo-yeon was no ordinary maid uniform.
It was a two-piece. The top was French-maid style, cut so low that her cleavage was laid bare without a shred of mercy. Instead of a skirt, the bottom was a frilled square of cloth in the shape of a pareo apron that covered only the crotch — leaving her panties and garter belt fully on display.
It was cosplay gear designed, without the slightest pretense, to seduce a man.
"Calling this perverted thing a gift…."
"You don't know what you're talking about. That set cost more than you'd think."
Obscene as the exposure was, it had everything: the frilly headdress for her hair, the cuffs that sat on her smooth neck and slender wrists and lent her a quiet, deliberate allure. It was a high-end piece through and through.
"It's not about the price…. Anyway. We're done, right? I'm going to change back."
"Why change already?"
"How long did you think I was going to stand around looking this embarrassing? I only put it on once because you said it was a gift."
They had already seen each other naked more times than she could count — and somehow, right now, Bo-yeon felt more ashamed than any of those times.
"You're just not used to it. Keep wearing it and it'll be fine."
"I said I'm not wearing it."
"Don't be like that…. It's not like anyone else is going to show up at this house."
Kang-in drifted closer, slipped an arm around her waist, and pleaded with a soft, earnest look.
"I don't have that many days left here. Just wear it until then."
"Begging won't work either."
Faced with Bo-yeon's unexpectedly stubborn refusal, he changed tactics.
"I'm not doing this for nothing. I was thinking about a gift for Tae-hoon too when I said this."
"A gift for Hoon?"
The moment her boyfriend came up, her interest snapped into place. Kang-in smiled to himself.
"I guarantee it. He's going to love this."
It wasn't a lie. Kang-in knew Tae-hoon's tastes very well.
"…I'll hear you out, at least."
There were things I had learned after about a week of living back at my parents' house.
"Mom. Drinking again?"
I had stepped out of my room to take a shower and found Mom on the living-room sofa, watching TV with a drink in hand.
"Ehehe… just one light beer♡"
She sat there smiling, her cheeks flushed pink. On the table in front of her sat four empty beer cans.
One beer, my ass….
Today wasn't special. She drank like this every single day.
While I had been away at the Academy and rarely came home, Mom seemed to have picked up a habit of drinking alone.
It had probably started as a way to fill the quiet of an empty house and then hardened into routine. I didn't particularly feel like scolding her for it.
She's an Awakened, so health and addiction aren't real concerns… and more than anything, drinking at home is better than drinking out.
When Mom got drunk, she grew clingy and affectionate, with a habit of putting her hands on whoever was nearby.
"Tae-hoon, you drink with me too! These potato chips — they're perfect with beer, you know?"
Even now she was coming over, linking her arm through mine, trying to pull me to the sofa. Both of those huge breasts pressed down hard against my arm.
…No matter how you look at it, she's way too unguarded.
Even as her son, I could see she was a beautiful woman. If she went out drinking, who knew what might happen.
I would much rather she kept drinking alone at home, just like this.
"Come on, hurry. There's a fun drama on."
"Mom. I came out to shower."
"Aww, don't be like that. Just keep me company for a bit, okay?"
She made a soft, coaxing little sound in her nose and tugged on my arm again. If an ordinary middle-aged woman did that, it would look pathetic. When Mom did it, it looked like a mature beauty playing cute — and it was genuinely adorab—
"…No."
"Ah, so mean~! What kind of son won't even drink with his own mother!"
I left her sitting there with a sulky face and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Am I crazy?
I felt bad for Mom, but honestly, her flirting just now had made my heart race. That was exactly why I had shut her down so firmly.
"How did I end up like this…."
No man alive dislikes a pretty woman. But the woman in question was my mother.
I don't think I used to be like this….
The truth was, I had started being conscious of Mom ever since the night not long ago when she had crawled into my bed in nothing but her underwear.
Living apart for nearly a year had stripped away the old, easy familiarity — and the thoroughly lewd life I had been living since leaving home was probably part of it too.
Holding it in while I'm here is a problem as well….
I had been trying to restrain myself as much as possible while staying at my parents' house. A week in, the lust had piled up.
I had finally given in and jerked off to the photos Bo-yeon sent the other day — but handling it alone wasn't enough anymore.
I agreed to stay another week…. When Mom goes out, I should ask Lavenne for help.
Given Lavenne's personality, she would definitely mock me for it — but she would help.
I finished my shower, lay down on the bed, and picked up my phone.
Anika and Hye-ji, who had been dragged back to their own family homes the same way I had, messaged me often. Mostly about how they were going stir-crazy.
As for Bo-yeon, staying at Kang-in's place — we talked on the phone a lot, but she hadn't sent any more videos or photos since last time.
I wonder what she's up to….
I was lying there blankly, thinking about my girlfriends, when—
Knock knock.
"Son. I'm coming in?"
With a knock, Mom walked into my room in her pajamas.
She must have just showered. Her hair and skin were still damp and soft.
The flush of alcohol across her skin made the whole picture look almost sultry, and I worked hard not to notice.
"What is it, Mom?"
"I came to talk with my son a little."
"Out of nowhere?"
"Because even after coming home, you just hole up in your room and never talk to your mother."
"…."
I could never admit that it was because I was conscious of her.
"Let's sleep for today and do it tomorrow…."
"There you go again. …Do you not like talking to Mom?"
"N-no. When did I ever say I didn't like it?"
The genuine hurt in her face and voice startled me into waving my hands in denial.
"Really? Then that's fine♡"
"Nnh!?"
Mom lay down on the bed and pulled me into her arms. Unlike before, she was properly dressed — but her chest was so large I could feel every bit of it through my arm.
"Why are you doing this…?"
"Your mother wants to hold her son for a bit. Why are you being so expensive about it? When you were little you used to beg me to hold you because you were scared of ghosts."
"That was ages ago…."
"Hehe. True. Looking at you like this, our Tae-hoon really has grown a lot."
We lay there for a while, mother and son, talking about this and that.
Mostly Mom talked and I made the appropriate noises of agreement — but the nice scent coming off her, and the way her mature body kept brushing against me, made it hard to focus on the conversation at all.
Thud.
"……!!"
In the middle of it, Mom's leg came up over me. Of all places, her thigh landed right across my groin.
Shit!
My cock had already been half-hard for a while now….
Imagining how awkward this was about to get, I went completely rigid.
"And then that boss of mine says this to me, right?"
But contrary to my fears, Mom just kept going with the story she had been telling.
Is she pretending not to notice…? Or is it so small she genuinely doesn't feel it….
My small cock was my complex — but right now, I desperately hoped it was the latter.
"I've quit the job now, but… thinking about it again still pisses me off!"
Twitch!
Talking about the company she had just left, Mom suddenly got angry and shifted her body. Her plump thigh pressed down harder on my cock.
It wasn't deliberate, but the stimulation made me stiffen further. I prayed silently that she wouldn't notice.
"Oh my. Look at the time. I should get to sleep."
Thankfully, Mom checked the clock and got up from the bed.
"Sleep well, son. See you tomorrow?"
"Ah… y-yeah."
The strange little smile she gave me before she left the room stayed burned into my mind for a long time after.