42. Sauna Talk with Dad
While Mom was setting the table for an early lunch, I helped Dad unpack and asked a few questions, learning that he'd be staying home the entire Chuseok holiday.
At that point, my heart was still pounding from earlier, so the news that Dad would be around didn't really sink in—I was too busy panicking about not letting our relationship slip.
After lunch with Dad, my tension eased a bit, and my face returned to its natural state, like back in the days when he was around.
Only then did it hit me that all those opportunities to enjoy Mom during the holiday were gone, sparking a twinge of resentment toward Dad. But seeing him so happy about home-cooked food after so long melted away my ugly thoughts like snow in the sun.
Yeah, Dad's been working hard overseas and finally came home—what's the big deal? I can just go wild with Mom after he leaves.
Even during that slightly awkward lunch, Mom acted natural, but her expression wouldn't fully relax. Probably guilt toward Dad mixed with worry about getting caught with her son.
To lighten the mood—or maybe just reacting to the sight of me doing the dishes like always—Dad beamed and said his son had finally grown up.
Mom forced a smile at Dad's laughter, barely matching the atmosphere.
Once I finished the dishes, Dad suddenly suggested we hit the sauna together for the first time in ages, and just like that, it was me and him heading out alone.
In the car on the way to the sauna, Dad shared fun episodes from Hong Kong, but I couldn't focus at all, barely managing responses.
"So, son, still no girlfriend?"
"Huh? Oh... not yet."
"Really?..."
Did Dad's smiling face frown just a bit at my answer about no girlfriend? Or was that my imagination?
With the holiday making the roads empty, we arrived at the neighborhood sauna in no time.
After parking and paying at the counter, Dad led the way, showering quickly and pulling me into the sauna room.
Being the first day of the holiday in the early afternoon, the place was deserted.
Following Dad into the dry sauna, the scorching heat enveloped me, drying off the water from my body. Feeling the warm wooden bench against my ass, I sat next to him, and he threw an arm around my shoulders.
Then he flipped the hourglass on the side and spoke up.
"Man, how long's it been since I hit a sauna with my son? Before you enlisted... almost three years, huh?"
"Yeah."
For the next three flips of the hourglass, we chatted about trivial stuff, laughing along, until Dad circled back to sex talk.
"By the way, even without a girlfriend yet, you've gotta have been with a woman, right?"
"Well..."
"Come on, no need to be shy with your dad. Just be honest."
"Actually, I've done it a few times."
"That's my boy! Kids your age all have experience these days. Hell, at your age, I'd tried it a bit myself—not a ton, but enough, haha."
Laughing heartily, Dad glanced at my cock—similar in size and shape to his own—checked around, then whispered so only I could hear,
"Looking at your monster dick, you must take after Dad. Bet those girls loved it."
"Yeah, they all did..."
"All of them? Whoa, turns out my son's a real Casanova."
"Nah, not that many—just three."
"Damn, three already? So who besides your mom?"
"Mom?!"
I couldn't believe my ears. Mom, in the middle of sharing girl stories?
What did he know?
"Why so shocked, son? You and your mom in the bathroom together, right? Son!"
His words confirmed he knew about Mom and me. A massive shock hit my chest and head; I couldn't breathe.
Already drained from the hot sauna, this unexpected mental blow made my body go haywire. I pitched forward, vision darkening, Dad's voice calling me the last thing I heard before blacking out.
...
Warm hands massaging my body brought me around, sweat pouring off as Dad worked to revive his collapsed son.
Despair gripped me—Dad knew about Mom—but pretending to stay unconscious wouldn't solve it. We'd face this eventually, so I sat up and knelt before him, bowing my head in apology.
"Dad, I'm so sorry! I've committed a mortal sin."
Trembling as I awaited his judgment, silence broke with Dad's voice.
"Son, call me Dad, and I'll forgive you."
"Huh? Dad?"
Stunned by his absurd offer from my tense state, I mumbled "Dad" in a daze and looked up to see him smiling.
"Finally calling me Dad, heh heh."
"D-Dad, you're really forgiving me?"
"Nothing to forgive, son. Sure, I was shocked the first time I saw you and Mom in the bathroom, but I wasn't mad."
He pulled me up from my knees on the hard floor and led me to a cooler sauna.
In the warm air, Dad's shocking words resumed.
"Hate to tell my son this, but you're grown now, so it's fine... Truth is, Dad's always aimed for a freewheeling sex life. Before marrying your mom, I hooked up with tons of women, tried all kinds of sex."
"Yeah, Dad."
"Then I saw your mom and fell hard at first sight—straight to marriage. At first, I sweet-talked her into parties and play, but..."
"And?"
"Two months after our honeymoon, boom—you were conceived. Couldn't even try. How do you ask that of a pregnant wife? Hahaha."
Listening, I realized my perverted tastes came from Dad, and whatever he was building to got me weirdly excited.
"Still, seeing you born made me feel the weight of being head of the family, so I busted my ass at work and never even glanced at anything that could hurt us. Especially women—I stuck to your mom only. And damn, it was great. You know once you try her; that body's killer, haha."
"Right? Mom's pussy is insane."
"Pussy's insane? Hahaha! Spot on, son."
Seeing Dad unburden himself, my racing heart calmed, and I tossed in a light joke.
"Anyway, happy marriage went on, but over time, something felt missing... Then around when you enlisted, fantasizing about another guy fucking your mom instead of me started creeping in—got me confused."
"Another guy?"
"Yeah, puzzled me at first... Like that netorare stuff you hear about. But the fantasies got more frequent, and eventually, that guy became you, son."
"Me?"
Hearing Dad's netori fetish targeted me for the first time amped up the lewd vibe.
"Then I left for Hong Kong alone, and with your mom's raging libido, I worried she'd hook up with some guy—or worse, you—but it turned me on too."
"So when you saw me with Mom..."
"Honestly, seeing it happen shocked me—my fears real, and this taboo mother-son thing in our family, unacceptable in society... But weirdly, blood rushed south, like now."
Glancing down at his words, his massive cock—near twin to mine—stood proud.
"Looking back, it's for the best. Better than your mom messing with some rando creep. Keeping it quiet in the family, loving it—that's ideal, right?"
"Yeah, totally."
"So don't hold back for my sake anymore. Keep loving Mom hard like you do. Just don't let outsiders know—you get that."
"Of course."
Not just forgiven but given the green light to fuck Mom? The towering wall crumbled so easily, leaving me a bit empty yet thrilled—I could bang her guilt-free now.
Imagining threesomes with Dad made my dick swell fast too, and spotting it, he clapped, saying,
"That's my boy—built sturdy just like Dad! Hahaha."