The First Sound Ever Heard in the Kitchen
For the first time in what felt like forever, Jihee woke to a truly refreshing morning—stirred by the faint lingering scent of her son's semen, a sensation that sent a little thrill of excitement through her as she rose.
"Mmmmmnnn!!"
She stretched, feeling the stiffness melt out of her body, then headed into the bathroom attached to her room to examine herself in the mirror.
"Hehehehe🤍"
Dried semen still clung to the face looking back at her from the glass. Far from feeling unpleasant or dirty, it only made yesterday's events burn even more vividly in her mind, lifting her spirits.
Still, she needed to wash up if she was going to work. With a touch of regret she showered, already looking forward to whenever her son might make demands of her today, and began getting ready for the office.
"Mm. Perfect."
Once she had scrubbed herself clean and changed into her work clothes, every trace of yesterday's lewd self was gone. What remained was the ordinary mother everyone else knew.
Seeing this version of herself—so different from the true self she had been yesterday, living a kind of performance—left her feeling a little stifled. But without this façade she could never behave normally, so she did her best not to dwell on the night before and thought only of the day's tasks as she headed for the kitchen.
"Oh my? You're up early. There's still a little time before breakfast, so why don't you go watch some TV?"
Jihee's heart pounded at the sight of her son Heetae, who had gotten up far earlier than expected. She steadied herself, spoke as she always did, and deliberately tried to put distance between them by sending him to the living room. If she stayed alone with her son first thing in the morning, she had no confidence she could keep acting like a normal mother—and if those thoughts followed her to the office, her body might go into full heat. She had no choice.
But then—
Squeeze.
Flinch.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, her son's hand closed around her ass and began to knead. She felt the motherly performance she had been maintaining start to crumble inside her, her body growing hotter by the second.
Ordinarily she should have stopped him and told him he could have her after work—but the memory of her son's dominant presence from the night before rose up, and a natural urge to submit swelled inside her until the words simply would not leave her mouth.
Ah, what do I do…🤍
Caught between the submissive instincts of a female in heat and the self-restraint of a mother as her son's hand worked her ass, she tried to calm her chaotic heart, slowly turned her head, and looked up at him.
"W-what are you doing right now?"
"I'm groping Mom's ass."
"I see…."
If she had made the wrong choice, his mother would have gotten angry by now. Instead she only asked a meaningless question and allowed his hand to stay. He knew, intellectually, that he ought to restrain this kind of behavior in the morning. If his younger sisters Dohee or Seohee walked out of their rooms and saw this, they might brand him a pervert and the whole family could fall apart—but he could not stop what he was doing.
The desire already spilling out of him was growing stronger, and instinct was moving ahead of reason. So he simply did what he wanted, kneading his mother's ass as if it belonged to his woman, all while carrying on the conversation.
"Right. Guys just like touching girls' bodies, don't they?"
"Yeah. Love it."
"Heh-heung🤍 Is that so? Mom did say she'd teach you about women, so of course you'd need to, ah, touch an ass at least…."
As if persuading herself, his mother supplied her own reason for why he was groping her and accepted it. Yesterday he had still been a little uncertain, but looking at her now, he fully understood just how filthy she really was.
Yesterday he could have told himself she had simply gotten swept up in the mood. Right now there was no mood at all—only him acting on pure lust. And yet here she was, wearing the same lewd little smile as last night, her cheeks faintly flushed, stoking his desire even higher.
Squeeeeeze.
"Hnnn🤍"
"Ah—did I grab too hard?"
"N-no. Women like being grabbed that hard🤍"
Suddenly curious just how much of his lust she would take, he deliberately clenched her ass hard. Hard enough that it might have hurt—and she made a sound. Not a cry of pain, but a lewd moan, the kind a woman makes when she feels it.
When he checked again just to be sure, far from refusing him, she told him it was fine and seemed to savor his touch.
It was more than enough to set a man's desire ablaze. Naturally, he got hard. The underwear and pants he was wearing were fairly loose, so the moment he stiffened, his twenty-centimeter cock tented the fabric.
His mother noticed. Her eyes flicked sideways to his crotch; she swallowed, looking tense.
"Mom, can you do it for me right now?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah. I'll keep playing with your ass, so you use your hand on me."
"W-well…."
Given how filthy she was, he had assumed she would agree at once—but she deliberately trailed off, testing the waters.
Ah! Don't tell me….
Remembering how she had done the same thing last night, he brought his mouth close to her ear and spoke just loud enough for her to hear clearly.
"Cut the bullshit and hurry up. Pull my pants down and jerk my cock."
Flinch!
At the insulting casual speech and the blunt command, his mother quietly used one hand to tug his pants down a little, freed his cock, and began to stroke him.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
A sound that had never once been heard in this kitchen before—the wet, rhythmic slap of a handjob—echoed through the room. Kneading his mother's ass like dough while she jerked him off, the sheer taboo of it combined with a morning full of freshly recharged stamina sent him racing toward climax in no time.
"Mom, use your mouth."
"R-right now… that's…."
She hesitated when he told her to suck him—but the urge to cum was already pressing against its limit, so he spoke harder.
"Hurry up. On your knees and open your mouth!"
At the slightly raised voice she flinched, then, as if she had no choice, dropped to her knees in front of him, took his glans into her mouth, rolled her tongue around it, and kept stroking the shaft.
"I'm cumming!"
"Mmmmphh🤍"
Without the slightest hesitation he unloaded into his mother's mouth. Sweet, satisfying pleasure rolled through him as he looked down at her kneeling before him with his cock between her lips.
Eyes closed, she swallowed every drop of the semen he pumped into her. The moment he finished, she sucked hard enough that her cheeks hollowed slightly, as if determined to drain whatever was left, then opened her mouth toward him so he could see she had swallowed it all.
That slavish, utterly submissive attitude was an indirect display of exactly what kind of desire lived inside his mother. It was the complete opposite of the woman she usually was—something most people would never even imagine—but he could feel that this was her true face.
Someone who greedily drank down cum like this, who flipped into pure obedience the instant he barked orders at her in crude casual speech, could not possibly be acting submissive. If anything, it felt more natural to believe that everything she had shown until now had been the act.
"That was good, Mom. I'm gonna go wash up."
"Ah…."
He wanted more, but he held himself back, pulled his pants up, and headed for the bathroom. He heard the soft, disappointed little sigh she let out, but he deliberately ignored it and stepped inside.
"That was close…."
The sight of his mother swallowing his cum had been more than enough to stoke the urge to just take her then and there. He had nearly jumped her on impulse. But doing that right now would have been extremely dangerous.
Before long Dohee and Seohee would be waking up, and if he started fucking his mother now he had no confidence he would be able to stop halfway through. So he showered, cooled his head, and killed time in the bathroom until his sisters got up.
Clatter.
"Mom, I'm gonna be a little late today."
"Something going on?"
"I'm hanging out with some friends for a bit."
"……Alright. Just don't stay out too late. Will you be eating dinner before you come home?"
"Yeah."
While the whole family was gathered for breakfast, Dohee mentioned she had plans that evening. Normally she would have had to argue and persuade to get permission, but when it came so easily she looked a little surprised—then answered quickly before her mother could change her mind.
"Me too…… a little…… late…… with friends…… club stuff."
"…Is that so? Don't come home too late."
"Okay…."
Seohee, sitting beside her, said she would be late as well. Their mother thought for a moment, then gave easy permission again. And when she glanced across the table at him, her cheeks colored just slightly—careful not to let the girls notice. He realized at once that today was the chance.
"I'm off." "I'm… heading out."
Dohee and Seohee finished breakfast first and left for school. A little later, their mother got ready to leave as well.
"Alright, Mom. Have a good day."
Squeeze!
"Hhk!!🤍"
Just as she was about to go, he grabbed her ass hard again. She stopped in her tracks at his touch and stood still so he could feel her up.
"Come home early today."
"Y-yeah🤍 I'll come home early today."
Her true, filthy nature slipped into her tone as she answered him. Only when he finished kneading her ass and finally let go did she manage another goodbye and step out the door.
Thinking about how he would spend the time with his mother today, he quickly got through his work for the day.