Feeling It While Pretending Not to Notice — With Mom♥

Looks like she didn't hear me.

Her face was a wreck. Watching Yerim react not to the voice calling from outside, but only to my hand, a wave of satisfaction surged up through me.

But things had gone far enough to be dangerous. The moment I released the pressure on her pussy, she let out a little "Nnngh" and slumped, huffing out great heaving breaths, haah, haah, utterly spent.

And all the while, she kept nibbling half-heartedly at the head of my cock, lips smacking around it like a baby suckling at its mother's breast.

God, she's gorgeous. Seriously. What a waste…

I cracked the window open just slightly and let myself admire her for a moment, bathed in moonlight. Then, right around the time she began to come back to her senses, I stopped time.

"Haah. That was great. Fucking amazing. Yeah. This much is plenty — I came a ton earlier today anyway."

Leaving a trail behind with semen felt too risky. That was my judgment call. And with that, I began preparing to head back.

"Nnn…"

"Huh? Ye— Yerim?"

"Nnn."

"Where did you go just n—? Ah, no, I guess not…?"

"Haah, oppa…"

"Ah, yeah."

Pop! Pop!

Hmm… not bad at all.

After laying the two of them naked on the bed, I arranged them into a nice doggy-style position. Then I waited for time to resume, ear pressed flat against the door, focused entirely on their voices. It was faint, but whatever — nothing seemed to be going wrong in there.

No — it was going exactly according to my plan. After only the briefest hesitation, I could picture it vividly: my friend burying his cock into her, thrusting away without a care.

I slipped out of the motel on that note.

Late morning.

Ohhh! Yesterday was so good.

I opened my eyes reliving everything from the night before. Maybe because I'd been marinating in dopamine all day long, the morning felt wonderfully refreshing.

Oh right — gotta check the app first!

I immediately grabbed my phone. Ever since I'd gotten the app, checking it had become second nature.

It better not have been deleted. Please!

"Huh? What's this."

Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief that the app was still there, something subtly different caught my eye.

"An update?"

It had auto-updated overnight. I opened the app straight away.

Cryptic as ever. But there was no way I — a veteran of one full round with this thing — could fail to parse that description.

My fist clenched tight above my head.

"Three times a day. Excellent."

Then I looked down at the touch button that had been added beneath it.

"So if I press it while touching someone, time resumes for them?"

According to the description, my interpretation was right.

Isn't that way too dangerous, though? How am I supposed to use this…

One small slip and I could end up in a scenario where the app got discovered — the function looked risky on its face. Still, I had to test it eventually.

With that thought, I slowly pushed myself up out of bed.

Creak.

"Sweetie. Want to have breakfast with me?"

"Huh? Ah — yes. Of course, Mom!"

And that's when it happened. Through the carefully cracked-open door, I caught a glimpse of Mom's eyes. Only then did it register that today was the weekend, and I nodded quickly.

Soon Mom and I were sitting across from each other at the table, just the two of us.

"Where is everyone?"

"Your father abandoned me to go fishing, and Sena's out meeting her friends."

Mom said it in a light, easy voice, her spoon pausing halfway to her mouth. She was dressed just as loosely as ever — the simple motion of lifting her spoon sent the abundant swell of her breasts jiggling in full view.

No matter how I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠looked at them, they were absurdly big.

"And Mom's been feeling all stiff and achy lately, so I was thinking of going out for a massage. Want to come, sweetie?"

"A massage? You pay for those? I give great massages, Mom."

"Really? My son wants to massage his mother? Oh my, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠how did you turn out so sweet — just like your father."

"Haha."

My inner freeloader had kicked in and the words just slipped out, habit kicking into gear — the old beggar instinct thinking maybe I could parlay a massage into some allowance money.

Which I don't need anymore.

But seeing Mom so pleased, taking the words back wasn't exactly easy either.

Well, you know. She's fed and provided for me all these years.

About time I showed some filial piety.

"I'll do it right after breakfast."

"Mommy couldn't be happier."

And so, after the meal, I found myself heading to Mom's room.

"Oh my."

"Are the clothes a bit much…? Since my son said he'd give me a proper massage…"

"Nope. They're perfect."

Mom's room always smelled wonderful. Every time I'd sneaked in to hunt down the allowance money she kept stashed there, that scent had made me pause for a beat without fail.

Today, though, I didn't even register the smell. Because of the way Mom was lying face down in front of me.

Dolphin shorts — the trend that had swept through young girls a few years back.

And the ass crammed into them, stretched so tight it looked ready to burst, had left my eyes glazed over on the spot. And why were her thighs so ridiculously firm and springy? All this time I'd only ever registered her as Mom, but seeing her figure on full display like this, my cock was twitching involuntarily inside my pants.

"You think so? I don't really have anything short, so…"

"They look like Sena's?"

"Mm. That girl — every time something's trendy she has to buy it, wears it for one season, then never touches it again."

"Honestly, they suit you better than her. I had no idea you had a figure like this, Mom."

"Oh my, sweetie. Thank you. I should wear things like this more often."

Mom's eyes crinkled softly, and for a second she seemed almost like a high schooler. Being a man myself, she even looked a touch bashful about it — the smile at the corners of her mouth struck me as a little awkward, unlike her usual easy grin.

"Let your arms rest down comfortably."

"Okay."

"And relax your whole body, too."

"Okay, sweetie."

She let the tension drain out of her. Honestly, looking at her body alone, there was no way to process it as the body of a woman in her forties. I'd always just filed her away as having a chest so big it made her look a bit heavy — but sitting there, I felt like I finally understood why Dad had settled on her for life.

Seeing something this good, I guess I really did take after him.

"Starting now."

"Mm. You can go a little hard, honey."

"Will do."

"Mmmh…"

I settled down at her feet and got to work. The moment I started kneading from her soles with both thumbs, pained little moans began pouring out of her mouth.

"Your soles are so soft."

"Really? Nnh, feels good…"

"You've got the feet of a girl, you know."

"Oh my. How nice. A girl, huh?"

"Yep. Your skin's all firm and springy too."

"Really? Hearing my son compliment me like that, Mommy feels like she's floating."

That drowsy voice, laced with those aching little moans, sounded lovely. I kept working deeper, kneading my way up to her other sole.

Then I moved my hands up to her calves. As I pressed carefully into the space between bone and muscle, Mom's moans thickened.

"Nnh, I must have been in pretty bad shape. It hurts."

"Should I, um, ease up a little?"

"No. This is perfect. It has to hurt a bit for the body to release."

"Okay."

Nodding at her face buried in the towel, I was just about to slide my hands up to her thighs.

As I carefully lifted them away, Mom's tightly closed eyes fluttered open.

"What? Getting ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tired? Want to stop?"

"Actually, I just remembered — I have some oil. Massage oil, specifically. I'll use that."

"Really? Mommy would love that."

"I'll go grab it. Could you lie down on a towel down here, Mom?"

The masturbation oil had come to mind. I went straight to my room, grabbed the bottle of clear oil, and came back. By the time I returned, she was lying on top of a large bath towel, and I took my place at her side again.

"Ohh, it's so smooth. It's even warming up a little?"

"Yeah, it's made for massage — it heats up when you rub it."

With that, I drizzled a generous amount of oil over her thighs and began spreading it in. The plump backs of her thighs gleamed slick and shiny in an instant.

This is it.

Those smooth, glistening mounds of flesh slid softly beneath my palms. I'd never once thought of Mom as a woman before — but the more I toyed with her two legs, the stranger the excitement swelling up in my chest became.

"Going a bit deeper now."

"Mm. You're my son — what's there to be shy about."

"Right."

She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and the words I'd thrown out to cover my guilty conscience burned in me. Without missing a beat, my hands — which had been rubbing just beneath ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her cheeks — slipped inside the waistband of the shorts.

My thumb and forefinger burrowed into her pants, glided across the curve of her ass, and slid back out. The feel of that limp, yielding flesh lingered on my fingers — they'd brushed close to her crotch.

"Do you still work out? You're so toned."

"I haven't lately, but hearing you say that, sweetie, makes me want to start again."

"Then I guess you're just naturally young-looking."

"Sweetie, keep this up and Mommy's going to ascend to heaven on the spot. Nnh, how does everything you say come out so pretty?"

"I'm just — being honest."

"Thank you, honey. Mommy's going to have to up your allowance."

"Ah — thank you."

Even as we talked, my hands never stopped.

She carried on her conversation as if nothing was happening, cool and composed — yet every so often a nngh of a moan escaped her, and her lower body flinched.

Especially whenever the tips of my fingers, curving around the roundness of her ass, grazed down into her crevice, the flesh drew so taut I could feel her puckered anus clenching. She was pretending nothing was happening, but there was no doubt she was tense.

I pressed my hand in closer, pretending not to notice.

"Mmmm…"

When my thumb pushed deep into her crease, it contracted around me as if trying to seal itself shut. Her glute muscles tensed hard for an instant, then released.

She's feeling it, isn't she.

Still feigning an innocent massage, I pressed deeper. The faint wrinkles of her anus brushed against my thumb. Feeling that fleeting sensation, I slid my thumb steadily downward.

"Nnh…"

Both of my thumbs had come down rubbing along the outside of her labia. Because the flesh was being pressed, the mound of her pussy visibly swelled up above the fabric of the shorts, then settled.

"Does it hurt?"

"Ah — no. It just feels so good. You're doing great, sweetie."

"Lymph massage is great for flushing out toxins, you know."

"No wonder it feels so… relieving. Haah…"

What was going on here?

Far from objecting, she was actually sneaking her legs open a little wider for me. Thanks to those ridiculously short shorts, her creamy inner thighs were on full display.

One tiny tilt and I'd be able to see her pussy. The moment that thought filled my head, my cock started twitching like mad inside my pants.

More than I could bear.

"Mom, now I should do your upper body."

"Mm, okay…"

"To use the oil, I'll need you to take your clothes off."

"Ah, so I just take off my top?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Got it."

Seriously, what was with her today?

I'd thought it was a bit of a push to begin with. But she sat up without a word of protest, ready to strip for me.