Chapter 12
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Mom and Ear Cleaning
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"Sun-hu, honey. Come here for a sec?"
A quiet Sunday afternoon.
Mom called out to me while I was lounging around the house.
"Yeah?"
Mom was sitting on the living room sofa.
Ear pick in her right hand.
"Want me to clean your ears? It's been a while."
Mom smiled and patted her lap.
A signal to lay my head here.
"Sure."
It was music to my ears, actually.
I'd been looking for an excuse to get close to her.
Come to think of it, it had been ages since Mom last did this for me.
She used to do it all the time when I was little, but it tapered off as her work piled up.
Times like this, when Mom was home all day, were actually pretty rare and precious.
Once she dove into another drama or movie shoot, she'd be so swamped I barely saw her.
I headed to the sofa and rested my head on Mom's thigh.
Face pointed straight ahead.
Mom was wearing a long dress with a skirt.
But the fabric was so thin, it felt like my cheek was touching her skin directly.
Comfortable.
Mom's scent enveloped me.
It stirred up a nostalgic ache.
"Hee-hee. Takes me back. You used to squirm like crazy as a kid."
Mom stroked my hair, looking delighted.
To her, I must've been a handful back then.
Always getting sick, always anxious.
The times I'd pestered her were countless.
And yet, whenever she reminisced, she smiled like this—so happy.
"Let's see how much's built up in there, then, my Sun-hu."
Mom's fingers toyed with my ear.
It felt embarrassing but nice.
Scritch scritch.
The wooden spoon scraped inside my ear.
A little ticklish—my shoulders twitched.
"Mom. A lot?"
"Nah. Pretty clean."
Scritch scritch.
Scraping deeper felt refreshing.
I never reached that far myself.
"Whew~."
Mom blew gently into my ear.
A shiver ran through me.
Scritch scritch.
Scritch scritch.
Mom cleaned in silence.
It was peaceful.
Only the clock's ticking filled the air.
Serene.
I wished moments like this could last forever.
Swoosh swoosh.
Mom swirled her pinky inside my ear.
Ticked a bit.
Probably wrapping up now.
She brushed out my ear with the cotton swab on the pick's end.
"All done with this side. Other one next?"
"Yeah."
I flipped over at Mom's word.
Lying with my legs the other way faced my face forward.
But turning just my head pointed it toward her.
I deliberately chose the latter.
My little way of showing what I wanted.
Mom's scent grew stronger.
That alone made me happy.
Mom didn't seem to mind and started on the other ear.
Scritch scritch.
Scritch scritch.
"Ah..."
"Sorry. Did that hurt?"
"No, just a bit."
Truth was, it felt good—my body trembled.
"Hmm... Not coming loose. I'll go a tad harder, okay? Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay."
I knew she wouldn't, though.
Mom was more of a scaredy-cat than me.
So-young sis would've jabbed right in.
Scritch scritch.
Tap.
The pick grazed a bit deeper.
"Ow."
I played it up, burying my face in Mom's belly.
"Oh dear. Did it hurt?"
"Yeah. A little."
I mumbled into her lower abdomen.
Mom's body smelled like pure happiness.
I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with bliss.
"Jin Sun-hu. You're embarrassing me. Let go now."
Mom sounded flustered, tapping my head lightly.
It didn't hurt at all.
Hell, I could've stayed like this forever, even if she hit harder.
"Mom..."
I whined, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"Seriously, all grown up and still such a baby."
Mom sighed but stroked my hair anyway.
I could picture her helpless smile.
Just like she said—I felt like a kid again.
Craving to stay snuggled against her like this.
But what I was really hoping for was something else.
Mom's stroking hand paused.
And then she said exactly what I'd been waiting for.
"Sun-hu, honey. Want me to do it like last time?"
She must've noticed the bulge tenting my pants.
Like last time.
I knew exactly what that meant—no need to spell it out.
"...Yeah."
Truth be told, I'd wanted to bring it up before she even called me.
But I lacked the guts to ask first.
Zzzip.
The sound of my pants zipper.
Mom stroked my head with her right hand while tugging my pants down with the left.
My cramped, aching cock sprang free.
And Mom's soft hand wrapped around it gently.
"Ah...!"
Why did this feel so different?
Ever since that first time Mom jerked me off, regular masturbation just didn't cut it anymore.
I knew this was wrong.
If anyone found out, the backlash wouldn't just hit me—it'd destroy Mom too.
All her sacrifices for an adopted kid like me would go to waste.
And yet, Mom would do anything for me.
Even if society deemed it taboo.
She put my happiness above the world's judgment.
I knew I was spoiled rotten by her devotion.
But once that desire awakened, it wouldn't fade.
"...Boobs..."
"Hm?"
"I wanna see your boobs, Mom."
Handjobs alone weren't enough anymore.
My cravings demanded more.
Mom looked genuinely troubled for the first time.
"Sun-hu. I'm not young anymore... Not that pretty."
"You're beautiful, Mom."
She obsessed over her age weirdly.
I didn't get it.
Age was just a number on past years.
Mom was way more stunning than some unmanaged twenty-something.
She could pass for So-young sis's sister.
"You'd just be disappointed. And it'd embarrass me."
Mom kept refusing.
But backing down now would make it harder next time.
"Please, Mom."
I gazed up with pleading eyes.
A trick I'd learned from Mi-so yesterday.
The reason I always lost to her.
No one could resist eyes like these.
Mom probably couldn't either.
After a long hesitation, Mom sighed.
"...Don't blame me if you regret it."
"I won't. Promise."
My heart pounded with anticipation.
Last time I'd seen Mom's bare chest was back in my innocent childhood.
Mom started unbuttoning from the collar down.
I watched from my front-row seat on her thigh.
Buttons undone, she slipped the straps off her shoulders.
A mature lavender bra cupped her round breasts.
Mom's size: 70F.
A blessing for an Asian woman.
Back when puberty hit in middle school.
Her prominent chest obsessed me, even through clothes.
But I hid it—had to play the perfect good boy.
Years later, my wish finally came true.
Mom unhooked the front clasp.
The bra fell away, and her bare breasts bounced free.
Just remove the bra now.
But even at this point, Mom hesitated.
She looked down at me, troubled.
I met her gaze with eager eyes.
We locked eyes for a moment.
Then Mom sighed helplessly and took the bra off completely.
I had the best view in the house.
Her revealed breasts exceeded expectations.
Heavy, even without touching.
Yet they defied gravity—no sag, full of bounce.
Arenas a bit large, areolas slightly darker than her skin.
Impossible to believe they'd nursed two kids.
Perfect size, perfect shape.
The hazy memory from childhood was right there.
Emotion swelled in my chest.
"Mom. They're beautiful. For real."
"No need to flatter me."
"I mean it, Mom."
Mom turned her head, blushing faintly.
Then, like punishment, she gripped my cock harder.
"Haa..."
Not painful—better, even.
Having bared her chest, my dick throbbed harder than before.
Mom's breasts I'd dreamed of.
How soft would they feel?
Looking wasn't enough.
"Mom. Can I touch them?"
Mom chuckled, like she saw it coming.
"Not too hard. They're sensitive."
With permission, I reached out carefully.
Starting from the outer sides, stroking slow and soft.
"Mm...♡"
"Ah, sorry. Hurt?"
"Hee-hee. Just startled me a bit♡"
Relieved, I fondled her breasts again.
Strange sensation.
Why did boobs feel this good?
People compared them to marshmallows, but no.
Maybe the thrill of her allowing it?
Just touching spiked my happiness.
Only downside: this position limited me to one hand.
"Even as a kid you never did this, and now you're all grown up groping Mom's boobs."
Back then, fear always gripped me.
Worried I'd mess up and get abandoned again.
Sudden happiness felt unreal—terrified it'd vanish, haunted by nonexistent futures.
Looking back, what a waste. Time doesn't return.
"Thank you for growing up so healthy and sweet, Sun-hu."
Mom's voice soothed like a lullaby.
She raised me—why was she thankful?
Her gentle hand caressed me.
Comfort and pleasure ruled my body.
"Ah... Mom..."
"Cum whenever you're ready♡"
Her whisper was the trigger—orgasm surged.
"Nngh...!"
Semen erupted, coating her hand.
Some splattered my torso.
Mom milked me dry.
"A lot again today. Feel good?"
Mom smiled warmly.
I nodded, dazed.
Bliss so intense, I could drift off right there.
"I'll clean up. You just rest like this."
Her tender voice lingered.
Head fuzzy, hard to stay awake.
Eyes grew heavy.
A peaceful afternoon.