Mom, Do It!
"Haaaaaah🤍"
The moment Jihee shut the door behind her, the strength drained from her legs and she sank straight down onto the floor where she stood. Her nipples, already jutting out over the top of her clothes, had gone fully stiff — an unmistakable, silent proof of just how aroused she was.
"If you keep showing me that manly side of yourself, of course I turn into a bitch right away🤍"
She had come twice before bed and had been certain she was finished for the day. That certainty looked ridiculous now. The memory of Heetae already hard at the dinner table made her body shudder hard.
"I shouldn't be the one who jumps him first… but at this rate I really won't be able to hold back."
It wasn't the urge to pounce on her son that burned in her; it was the fierce, aching desire to be pounced on. She had teased and provoked just enough to leave him an opening, yet he still hadn't taken it. Right now she was so worked up that if he opened the door and walked in, she was sure she would spread her legs for him on the spot.
"Even the third time, the taste hasn't thinned at all… haaah🤍"
After finishing him off earlier she had pretended to go wash her hands and instead licked every last drop of his semen off her fingers in the bathroom. The thick, lingering flavor still sat on her tongue and made her feel like a bitch in heat craving her male — yet in front of her son she had forced herself to keep her composure and preserve at least the outward shape of a mother.
"Still… I said that much. Even a dense son has to understand by now, right?"
He had gotten hard because of her and still hadn't asked her to take care of it, so he was hesitating. But she had spoken so clearly that the male instinct sleeping inside him would have to surface soon. Clinging to that hopeful thought, she carried his underwear and pants over to the bed, ready to use them for herself.
Once the scene at the table was over, I headed to my room, lay down on the bed, and tried to sort my thoughts again.
No matter how you look at it, Mother's behavior is strange.
The whole situation had been bizarre from the start, but the fact that she was doing any of this at all was the strangest part. Helping her son masturbate, giving him a handjob herself, telling him to come to her anytime — that was the kind of plot you only saw in porn. In real life it was basically impossible.
"Don't tell me Mother also…"
The conclusion that followed was that Mother had feelings for me — not as family, not as a son, but as a man.
"It sounds crazy, but looking at how she's acting… it's possible."
To me she had always been a confident, driven woman who would never see her own son that way. But Mother was still a woman. There are women who keep men at a distance, yet I couldn't believe that a woman who had once been married was one of them.
"Besides, it's been ages since Uncle died."
She was human; of course she had sexual desire. Twenty years had already passed since her husband died, so that desire had nowhere to go. In the twelve years we had lived together I had never known her to date anyone or visit any place meant for relieving that kind of need. She always came straight home after work and spent her days off with the family. Still, it was impossible to believe she never thought about men at all. She was a woman who knew what men were; taking care of it alone had limits. The idea that she had somehow begun to look at me as a man didn't feel unnatural.
"But I don't have hard proof…"
I could treat the present situation as proof, yet there was still the chance that her love for her son was simply a little too intense. It wasn't certain — only that the possibility was more than high enough. I pressed a hand to my racing chest and forced myself to calm down.
"Anytime, anywhere, huh…"
I decided I would test my theory tonight. Until then I spent the hours the way I always did and waited.
I couldn't ignore her earlier declaration that we were done for the day, so I didn't ask for anything more. As time passed Dohee and Seohee came home, and Mother and I went about the evening as usual.
After midnight, resolve settled in my gut. I slipped quietly out of my room and headed for Mother's.
Knock knock knock.
"Mom… are you asleep?"
The door flew open.
"What is it at this hour?"
I swallowed hard.
She hadn't gone to bed yet, but she was already dressed for sleep: a sheer purple negligee that left almost nothing to the imagination. Through the thin fabric I could see her breasts, and the faintly reddish-pink nipples I had only ever glimpsed above her clothes. My cock began to harden at once. At night everyone retreated to their own rooms, and Mother's suite had its own bathroom, so once she put on her nightclothes she never left. It had been a very long time since I had seen her like this.
Did she always wear something like this to bed?
It was only sleepwear, yet the sight alone stoked a man's hunger. The T-back she wore underneath covered so little it was barely there. The urge to shove her down and take her flooded my head — but that would earn me her hatred forever, so I forced myself to stay calm and spoke.
"Can I come in?"
"…Yes. Come in."
As if she already knew why I was there, Mother smiled faintly and turned her back — deliberately showing me the rear view. The back of the negligee had almost no fabric at all. Her full, firm ass was completely exposed, and I went fully hard on the spot.
Before today I would have tried to hide it with my hand. The confidence her words at lunch had given me let me leave it on full display as I stepped into her room. We sat side by side on the bed the same way we had in my room the night before, but my thoughts and the way I carried myself were nothing like then.
"So what brings you to Mom at this hour…?"
She had clearly seen that I was erect and was pretending not to notice, glancing at my crotch yet still refusing to speak first.
I swallowed again.
She had been the one who offered, but actually saying the words still made me tense. Asking your own mother to jerk you off was not an easy request to make.
I had come prepared, though. I opened my mouth and spoke the sentence that would shatter the mother-and-son relationship we had always known.
"I started thinking about Mom and got hard… so… please stroke me like you did earlier."
She flinched once. Then the same tender smile I had seen that morning spread across her face. She slid slowly off the bed and sank to her knees on the floor.
"Heh heh… all right. Mom will take care of it for you."
Her voice was gentle. Unlike at lunch, her hands settled softly on my pants as she looked up at me. She didn't need to say anything; I understood. I lifted my hips a little so she could pull them down easily. In one motion she stripped away both pants and underwear, freeing my rock-hard cock.
"Haaah🤍 God, how can you be this manly? After everything I already did for you, and you're this big again…"
The rapturous look on her face as she stared at my cock made a bead of precum well up at the tip. The shaft twitched as if it wanted to ravage a bitch right then and there.
"There, there. You don't have to beg. Mom will stroke you."
She soothed the cock with her words, then simply waited, gazing up at me like a slave awaiting orders.
"Do it."
"Mm🤍"
The moment the request — or the command — left my mouth, Mother wrapped her hand around me and began to stroke.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"How is it? Does Mom's hand feel good?"
"Yeah… it feels good…"
The thought of looking down on her as something beneath me made casual speech spill out of me for the first time. Normally Mother would have scolded me for being rude, but the woman currently jerking me off didn't care in the slightest; all her focus stayed on the hand working my cock.
Looking down, I saw a faint flush coloring her cheeks — clear proof she was turned on too. The transparent negligee did nothing to hide her nipples. They were visibly larger than when I had first seen them at the door.
Ordinarily they were only about a third the size of the tip of my little finger; now they had swollen until they nearly matched it.
Mom is… turned on right now!
I had no experience with women, but I knew the basic facts. When a woman gets aroused, her nipples get hard.
"Haaah🤍 Does my son feel good?"
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
The more I took the lead, the more obedient her manner became. She watched my reactions carefully, adjusting the pressure of her grip to give me new sensations.
"Yeah… it feels good. What about you, Mom?"
"M-Mom?!"
"How do you feel?"
The question clearly caught her off guard. She stammered and hesitated, unable to answer at once. Seeing sides of her I had never witnessed before was both amusing and exciting — yet the hand on my cock never stopped moving for even a second.
"M-Mom feels good too🤍"
Her honest confession finally convinced me we were feeling the same thing. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed harder.