If You Want It, Just Say So!
"Haa🤍 Hehe........ Hehe, no. Calm down. Hoo~"
In one hand Jihee still clutched the pants and underwear soaked thick and sticky with the semen her son Heetae had just spilled. She trembled all over, barely holding back her laughter.
"Good. So far everything's going according to plan. I can't get too excited. Slowly... I have to take this slow if I want my dream to come true."
For her plan to cross that final line with her son and seal their forbidden relationship perfectly, one of the most critical pieces was keeping her self-control intact.
"Earlier was way too dangerous. The second his cum got on my hand I almost licked it without thinking and let him see how filthy I really am."
The final stage of her scheme was this: once she and her son had sunk far deeper into each other than they were now, she would push him until he could no longer cut the relationship off—until he would jump her himself and claim her as his own.
"Right. If I lose it first, go into heat and throw myself at him, the whole thing could fall apart. I have to be careful."
While she had been jerking him off she had faced the greatest crisis of her life. The moment Heetae's semen coated her hand she had lost all restraint, licked it clean on the spot, and climaxed lightly from the taste alone.
When the load that had shot hard enough to punch through his pants landed on her palm, her self-control simply vanished and she sucked every drop off her fingers. Luckily the pleasure of his orgasm had left Heetae too dazed to notice, so she had slipped past the danger.
On top of that, the sheer volume and thickness of the cum he had pumped out while she stroked him had been dense enough to scramble her mind; she had come within a breath of pouncing on him herself. Only when his erection finally softened did some of her composure return. She had secretly licked his seed clean, then coaxed him to sleep so the plan would not collapse, and slipped out the door.
"This should last me a good week. Sssniff~~ Haa... it's so thick. If I put this inside me, ha-euuuu🤍"
She pressed the cum-stained pants and underwear to her face and inhaled. Ecstasy rolled through her; slick arousal began to trickle down her thighs.
"My nipples are completely hard too. Still, he didn't notice how soaked I was down here. A little disappointing."
When Jihee lifted her skirt, her bare pussy and the soft thatch above it came into full view—nothing underneath at all. Heetae believed she had only skipped a bra; in truth she had worn no underwear whatsoever. A single thin layer of clothing was all that guarded her chastity.
Feeling a twinge of regret that he had not noticed—and therefore had not taken her—she carried his pants and underwear to her own room.
When I woke, the familiar ceiling greeted me. Relief washed over me and I sat bolt upright, trying to take stock of my situation.
That... wasn't a dream, was it?
I was lying in bed under a blanket, which made the whole thing feel unreal, like something I might have only imagined.
I threw the covers aside. My lower half was completely bare, cock out in the open. I never slept without pants and underwear properly on, so the evidence was undeniable. As the memories flooded back my cock started to stiffen again; I forced myself to calm down first.
"O-okay. Let's sort this out."
1. Mom caught me jerking off with her panties and bra.
2. She said she'd teach me about women—and that from now on she would handle every single one of my handjobs herself.
3. This arrangement continues until I completely stop thinking of her that way.
"Is this a dream?"
Even though it had actually happened, the situation was so pornographic it refused to feel real. Part of me was convinced that the second I stepped outside and saw my mother she would be back to normal and none of it would ever happen again.
Knock knock knock.
"Son, are you up?"
"Y-yes! I'm up!"
"Lunch is ready, so come out and eat."
"Okay!"
Her sudden appearance startled me into a slightly cracked reply, but she didn't seem to care; her presence faded from the door.
"It's already this late..."
The clock read 12:30—lunchtime. The thought of facing her made me so awkward I considered staying put, but knowing her personality I would only trade the meal for a solid hour of lecturing. I pulled on fresh underwear and pants and left the room.
She must have taken the old ones. God, that's way more embarrassing than I expected.
The image of my mother carrying off the pants and underwear soaked in my cum sent a wave of shame through me, but after what had already happened her actions were only natural. There was nothing I could say. I never mentioned it. I did laundry several times after that day, yet those particular pants and underwear never reappeared for well over a week.
"Alright, lunch is just simple fried rice today."
At the table a delicious-looking plate of fried rice waited. Hunger rose on its own. I stole a quick glance at her and sat down.
She's wearing the exact same outfit as before... gulp.
The same milf-style clothes I had last seen before I fell asleep brought every memory rushing back. My cock hardened under the table. Luckily the tablecloth and the double barrier of pants and underwear kept it hidden; she gave no sign of noticing and simply continued eating in silence.
Whoa...
Mother ate as if nothing were wrong, but my eyes kept locking onto her outfit and the events of earlier. I barely registered whether the food was going into my mouth or my nose, and I chewed at a glacial pace.
"Not hungry?"
"Ah—no, I'm fine."
"Then why are you eating so slowly? Taking your time is good, but still...."
By the time she had finished her entire plate I still had half left. Normally I ate a little faster than her; watching me pick at my food set off her scolding. I lowered my eyes while she talked, yet every deep breath she took made her chest and stiff nipples sway, and the heat between my legs refused to die down.
"Hoo... hold on."
Mid-sentence she stood and walked toward me. Panicking, I yanked my chair in tight to hide the erection—but she had clearly anticipated it. She pulled the chair right back out so there was nowhere left to conceal the rigid cock tenting my pants.
"You already came twice earlier. Still not enough?"
"That's..."
Thrown into the same situation again with zero experience to fall back on, my face burned scarlet and the words died in my throat.
"I already told you, didn't I?"
"M-Mother?!"
"Call me Mom."
She ignored my flustered protest, planted her hand on my pants, and yanked hard. Pants and underwear came down together, freeing my cock into the open air.
"I told you—if you want to masturbate, you tell Mom!"
Slap slap slap slap!
Without a second of hesitation she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began stroking it up and down all over again.
"Ugh!! M-Mom!"
"There's nothing shameful about asking your mom! Holding it in like this will only make you sick later. From now on, whenever you want to cum—anytime, anywhere—you tell Mom. Understood?"
"Y-yes!!"
She stressed the words "anytime" and "anywhere," then smiled, satisfied with my answer. Her free hand gently rubbed the head, coaxing me toward release.
"Euugh!!!"
Her palm grew slick with the precum leaking from me; the natural lubricant let her stroke even faster. I came harder and sooner than before.
"Hmm."
Once again her hand was painted white. The load was no smaller than the previous ones—clear proof of just how much stamina I had left.
"Honestly, how much have you been saving up? This is the third time and it's still this much..."
Even she looked startled by the undiminished volume. She stared fixedly at the semen coating her fingers, eyes wide.
Without another word she headed for the bathroom, clearly intending to wash her hands.
"Stay right there."
About three minutes later she returned with clean hands, walked up to me—still frozen in place—and began wiping my cock and the surrounding skin with wet tissues.
"I can do it myself..."
"It's fine. Mom will take care of it. Just stay still."
Carefully she cleaned every drop that had overflowed past her fingers, paying special attention to the semen still clinging to my shaft. That gentle touch was enough to make me harden again without meaning to.
"Hoooo~"
She let out a long sigh at the sight of my renewed erection, finished wiping me clean, then stood and spoke.
"That's all for today!"
"Okay..."
Some part of me had hoped she would stroke me again; instead she made it clear she was done, and I could only accept it.
"And remember what Mom said—if you want it, tell me anytime!"
"Yes..."
"From now on I won't start it for you first. If you want something, be a man about it! Tell Mom honestly......... Whatever my son wants, Mom will never, ever refuse."
Her voice softened on the last line. Then she turned and disappeared into her room.
"Whatever... never refuse..."
The final words she left behind lit something deep in my chest. When I looked up again, my eyes held a far more manly light than they had only moments earlier.