Mom Is Slowly Cracking
"Haaaaaah~~~"
Utterly drained, Jihee returned to her room and collapsed onto the bed, letting out a long, heavy sigh. She had finally stepped into that dreamlike relationship with her son, yet a full week had slipped by without any real progress between them.
"Why won't he take it further?"
The lingering sweetness of her son's semen still coated her tongue and sent sparks of arousal through her, but the slick, aching wetness of her own soaked pussy only dragged her mood back down into gloom. Every day she answered his demands with her mouth, her hands, her breasts—anything to relieve him—while she herself spent lonely nights alone, fingers working furiously between her legs.
"He has to be the one who jumps me first…"
If her son took the initiative, she could still cling to some shred of control. So she waited. And waited. Not the slightest sign that he intended to pin her down appeared. Masturbating in front of him might have eased the pressure, but she knew perfectly well that the moment she started, she would lose all restraint and throw herself at him begging.
"And that thought alone is already making me so hot…"
The image of herself shamelessly fingering her dripping cunt right in front of her son, pleading for him to shove his cock inside her, made heat flood her body. Yet the idea terrified her too. If she went that far, she would have to abandon every last scrap of dignity as a mother.
If Heetae had been her only child, she would not have hesitated. But she had two real daughters—Dohee and Seohee. If she let herself become nothing more than a submissive bitch who lived for her son's cock, she had zero confidence she could keep up any pretense of maternal authority in front of them.
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡
"Nngh~♡ Yes, Son, fuck Mommy like that~♡"
Still face-down on the bed, Jihee slipped her hand between her thighs and began to masturbate in earnest. The fantasy of having her mouth on him one moment and then being unable to hold back any longer, him throwing her down and forcing himself into her, set her body ablaze at once. Her pussy made wet, filthy noises as it dirtied the sheets, but she was too far gone to care. Lonely and desperate, she spent the night imagining herself being raped by her own son.
"I'm off."
"…Mm."
"…See you later."
"Have a good day~"
Dohee and Seohee left for school, and Mother headed out for work. I smiled and saw them all off. Mother glanced back at me with a faintly regretful look, but I deliberately ignored it, turned on my heel, and went back inside with firm steps. Only then did she leave the house a little later than usual.
"Guess I'll have to settle for the daughters next."
By now it had become routine for me to wake up a little earlier and receive a morning handjob from Mother. Today, though, I deliberately slept in and did nothing. If Dohee and Seohee had not been around, Mother would have been dropping subtle hints nonstop. But she could never expose her full perversion in front of her own daughters, so she simply left after an ordinary breakfast.
"Mother's already starting to crack. Just a little longer and…"
I swallowed hard.
The mental image of her forgetting she was a mother and turning into a pure heat-crazed female begging me to fuck her made my cock stiffen on its own. Morning handjobs had become so normal that my body stayed half-hard all the time. Last time she had ordered me not to masturbate, but there was no reason to obey that anymore. I went to the laundry room, grabbed a pair of her panties, and jerked off to my heart's content.
After about an hour I finally finished, thoroughly satisfied. I rinsed the cum-soaked underwear under water first, then tossed it in with the rest of the laundry and started the machine.
"Haa… still nowhere near as good as when Mom does it."
I had stroked myself until my cock was limp and spent, yet a stubborn dissatisfaction remained. Mother's technique was simply that good; in the beginning I could barely last a few minutes before shooting. I could hold out longer now, but nothing compared to her hands or mouth. Still, this temporary frustration was necessary if my plan was going to succeed.
"Better finish work first."
I started my remote work a little late, wrapped everything up about an hour before Mother was due home, finished the housework, jerked off one more time, and then sat down to wait for her.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back."
Mother returned, but I stayed on the living-room sofa, only turning my head slightly to greet her while keeping my eyes on the TV. A week ago she would have scolded me for being rude. Now that she was already halfway to submitting, she did not even comment.
"…"
Only a week earlier I had been the one aggressively thrusting my hard cock at her first thing. My complete indifference now left her with words she could not quite say. She simply stared at me for a moment, then quietly went to her room, changed, and came back out.
So this is how you're going to play it.
The moment she reappeared, my cock—still sensitive from the earlier orgasms—threatened to rise again. I forced my gaze back to the television and did my best not to look.
Mother had deliberately dressed to seduce me: a tight white tank top and dolphin shorts one size too small. On paper it sounded casual, but everything clung to her like a second skin. She wore no underwear underneath. Her nipples stood out clearly through the thin fabric, and the cameltoe of her pussy was brazenly visible beneath the shorts. The tank was so skimpy that the deep valley of her cleavage and the heavy side-boob of her H-cups were more exposed than covered. The shorts rode so high that more than half of her thick, plump ass cheeks spilled out.
"Mind if Mom watches with you?"
Feigning nonchalance, she sat right beside me. Some variety show was playing, but neither of us was really watching. We kept stealing glances at each other, both of us growing hotter by the second.
"It's pretty boring, isn't it?"
"Y-yeah? Then… put on whatever you want, Mom."
I handed her the remote. Without hesitation she switched the channel and put on a porn video. We had watched adult videos together before, but this was the first time she had chosen one herself. I was a little startled, yet I kept my expression blank and simply watched.
The title was The Son Who Couldn't Forget His Mother's Pussy. The plot followed a mother who had sex with her son under the pretense of sex education, after which the son could no longer hold back and eventually forced himself on her again and again—almost a mirror of our own situation. She was clearly trying to send me a message. I had no intention of playing along.
My head knows the plan, but this thing won't stay quiet.
Even after emptying myself twice already, my cock swelled until it looked ready to tear through my pants.
Mother noticed. A lewd little smile curved her lips; she licked them slowly, then casually rested her hand on the hard outline and whispered into my ear.
"Oh my… Son's cock is already like this~"
"Mom…"
Her touch instantly turned into that of a practiced slut. Over the fabric she gripped and stroked me with skilled rhythm. She had once told me to ask first if I wanted anything, yet now she was the one who could no longer wait.
"You didn't get to cum this morning, so you're really pent up, aren't you?"
"I-I'm fine."
"Mom already told you—holding it in isn't healthy. Just be honest, and Mom will make you feel good."
Her sweet, snake-like persuasion finally cracked me. I spoke first.
"Use your hand, Mom."
"Of course~♡ Mom will make you feel amazing."
The instant I asked, she slipped her hand straight into my pants, freed my cock, and began pumping it hard and fast.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Haah~ Son's cock is so stiff and veiny… Mom will help it like this—mmph♡"
She spat a thick string of saliva onto the head so her hand could glide more smoothly, then stroked even more vigorously. I was not the only one frustrated from missing the morning session; Mother was just as starved. While she frantically jerked me off, she somehow sensed the exact moment I was about to finish without a word. She wrapped her lips around the glans and greedily swallowed every drop of cum that erupted.
Gulp♡ Gulp♡ Gulp♡
"Pwah~♡ Son's cum is still so thick and delicious~"
She licked the last traces off her lips like a professional whore. My cock twitched again at the sight, but I forced myself to pull my pants back up. Mother looked stunned. Pretending not to notice, I spoke casually and headed for my room.
"Thanks, Mom. I'm going to my room now."
"Huh? …W-wait—"
I left her desperate, longing gaze behind me and closed the door. For the next three days I never once let her touch me again.
"Haa… jerking off really is… no, it's a lot less satisfying."
Once more I relieved myself alone and still could not shake the hollow feeling. Over those three days I carefully avoided every situation where we would be alone, making sure she never had the chance to aggressively seduce me. As long as Dohee and Seohee were in the house, Mother restrained herself, so resisting her advances was not as hard as I had expected. The real problem was that my own hand simply could not satisfy the hunger the way her body could.