Mom Eunji Left Alone with Her Daughter
"Haa... such a sudden business trip."
Kim Eunji, Ayoung's mom, had been grinning ear to ear at the thought of making her daughter's favorite bulgogi for dinner when she got home. But then her husband got called away on an overseas trip out of the blue, and the moment he walked in the door, he was off to the airport.
A bit bummed out, she perked up when she heard her daughter arrive and headed to the entryway.
"I'm home."
"Welcome back, sweetie. My girl."
"Honey, your dad has to go on an overseas business trip, so he'll be away from home for about a month. Just a heads-up."
"Huh? So sudden?"
"Tell me about it. Gonna feel kinda lonely."
She told her daughter right away about the husband's sudden trip, and Ayoung looked shocked. He'd gone overseas before, but always gave at least a month's notice. This time, it was so abrupt and for so long—it was a real shame.
"But it'll just be the two of us, so maybe it'll be nice for Mom."
"Yeah, me too♥"
Ayoung grinned back happily. Eunji caught a fleeting smile that seemed a tad off from her usual one, but brushed it off as nothing.
"Go unpack and wash up, then come down."
"Sure, Mom."
They always sat side by side in the living room after she got home, chatting about their day. It wasn't something you saw in every household, but it was a habit they'd kept since she was little.
Whose daughter is she, really?~ Even Eunji thought so herself—her daughter was perfect in looks, grades, personality. Nothing to complain about. She'd raised her with such care since she was tiny, never once dealing with the usual headaches other parents griped about. That was Ayoung in her mom's eyes.
"Dad leaving on such short notice... kinda sucks."
"Mom's a little lonely too... but with you here, it's fine."
"Hehe, thanks. I'm not lonely with you around either, Mom."
Chatting about the day's events made her feel even closer to her daughter, and her mood lifted.
(Ayoung's mom, Kim Eunji)
"I'll have dinner ready quick, so just hang tight."
"I'll help."
She didn't know about other families, but in theirs, this closeness and love between mother and daughter was the norm. After dinner, bedtime approached, so she headed to the bathroom for a bath.
"Guess I got too caught up gossiping with her today."
She'd lost track of time talking with Ayoung, so her bath was running later than usual.
Slide...
"Mind if I join you?"
"You too? Of course, I'd love that~"
They usually bathed separately, so her daughter suggesting they bathe together caught her off guard.
It's been ages since we bathed together~
She figured it was because she'd taken so long chitchatting, and was thrilled at the chance to bathe with her daughter. Eunji beamed.
"Then I'm coming in♥"
Her daughter—now a full-grown young woman—stepped into the bathroom naked, smiling.
"Been a while since we bathed together."
"Yeah, since I started middle school, I've done it alone."
Bathing with her daughter after so long filled the void left by her absent husband.
"But I still have a long way to go to match your figure, Mom♥"
"Hehe, what are you talking about? You've got such a pretty body."
They slipped into the tub together and started gossiping again. Ayoung eyed her mom enviously, and the compliment warmed Eunji's heart.
"But mine aren't as big as yours."
"Bigger isn't always better. Yours are just right, Ayoung."
Women with big breasts would probably see Ayoung's figure as ideal—perfectly proportioned, slim yet voluptuous in all the right places. Eunji didn't lag behind in body or looks, but her larger breasts and hips came with their own inconveniences.
"But... don't guys prefer bigger ones?"
"Some do, but the real key is loving each other."
"Love... hehe, yeah♥"
As a kid, she'd said things like "I'll live with Mom and Dad forever," but now she was a proper adult aware of the opposite sex.
She grew up so fast... kinda miss when she was little.
As she drifted into nostalgia, a thought struck her.
She doesn't usually talk about this stuff... no way?
"Got a crush at school or something?"
"...Yeah♥"
"Oh my, oh my!"
Ayoung had seemed totally uninterested in boys, so Eunji never imagined she'd have a crush. She'd planned to be strict about dating until adulthood, but her good girl had never given her cause for worry—no interest or contact with guys during school. Now that she was grown, seeing her daughter take an interest sparked Eunji's own curiosity.
"My little girl's all grown up, interested in boys. Who's the lucky guy?"
"A friend in my grade♥"
Her daughter's face flushed pink—a dead ringer for a girl in love.
She can make faces like that now... time flies.
Trusting her daughter, Eunji was sure it wasn't some bad guy.
"Hehe, your dad's gonna flip when he finds out."
"Keep it secret from Dad for now, please."
"We'll tell him when he gets back from his trip."
Her husband was such a doting dad that spilling the beans early might distract him from work. They agreed to keep it under wraps for now.
"So, tell Mom about this guy."
"Well..."
Ayoung gushed about her crush: a cool guy who's kind(?) and gentle(?) to girls. She beamed with joy.
Sounds like a good guy.
Eunji naturally assumed her daughter's crush was a great catch.
"But he seems to like feminine figures like yours, Mom."
Ayoung pouted, glancing at her own chest. It wasn't small, but not huge either—might fall short for guys into big tits or asses.
"If you love each other, that's just a minor thing."
Having married for love, borne Ayoung, she assured her daughter that physical stuff was no big deal. True affection would bridge any taste gaps.
"Thanks, Mom."
Ayoung nodded, seemingly convinced, with a smile.
"Mind if I touch your breasts, Mom?"
"Huh? My breasts?"
"Yeah... there's this superstition that touching big ones makes yours grow."
"Hahaha, okay, sure."
She seemed convinced, but clearly still self-conscious about her size—believing in silly myths was just adorable.
"Go ahead, touch away."
"Thanks. Then I'll go behind you..."
Ayoung positioned herself behind her mom, ready to get serious.
She's still got some kid in her.
Eunji had no hesitation letting her cute daughter touch—family skinship, nothing more.
"Here goes."
"Go for it~"
Smooth... grip!
"Mm..."
Ayoung's hands grabbed her breasts firmly, and since it had been ages, it felt a bit awkward. But if this superstition helped her daughter, she'd let her grope all she wanted.
Knead, knead, knead...
"Your breasts really are huge, Mom♥"
"Thanks."
Instead of embarrassment, her daughter's kneading brought back memories of childhood, lost in nostalgia.
She used to beg to touch Mom's boobs all the time as a toddler.
From wobbly steps to bigger kid days, Ayoung had played with them daily. It still felt like she craved her mom's embrace like a child, so Eunji harbored no doubts.
"With tits this big, you must've been super popular with guys."
"Hehe, got a lot of confessions."
"Guess I'll get tons too, taking after you."
"Maybe?"
Thrilled by the praise, Eunji smiled, oblivious to how her daughter's touch was changing.
"Dad must touch them a lot too♥"
"H-Him? Well..."
Even with her daughter, talking couple stuff embarrassed her, cheeks flushing as she hesitated.
This could help her later.
With her first crush, and marriage maybe down the line, sex would come up. A light sex ed chat wasn't a bad idea.
"He doesn't grope much... likes just hugging, feeling each other's warmth."
Thinking of her husband, Eunji smiled softly—a pure, devoted love fitting her innocent heart.
"I see♥"
Tap, tap, tap.
"Eek♥... A-Ayoung?"
Now she noticed the shift in Ayoung's hands, but it was too late.
"So Dad's never... done this♥"
Grip!
"Heek!?♥ W-Wait, Ayoung♥♥"
Her daughter's fingers pinched her nipple. Stunned by the unfamiliar sensation, Eunji moaned lewdly in confusion, caught off guard.