155. (Side Story) The AV Director and Her Son
The mother and son sat silently at the dining table in their quiet home, heads bowed without exchanging a word.
What do I do? He saw that.....
Her son knew she was an AV director, but she'd never shown him her work. Naturally, her films were dominated by mother-son incest themes, hardcore stuff that laid bare her own twisted desires. That's why she'd been meticulous from his childhood about keeping her videos hidden, even withholding her director's name. Sure, he might have stumbled across them anyway, but she'd made damn sure he never connected them to her. And now it was all ruined.
The DVD she'd brought home to check—her son had watched it. A blatantly provocative title about real mother-son lewd breeding training. And he'd seen it.
He hasn't figured it out, has he?
She didn't want him knowing this dark, vulgar craving of hers for mother-son incest—especially not him. She'd kept it secret for that reason alone. But now it was all exposed.
"This... it's yours, right, Mom?"
"Yeah... it is."
She tried to play it cool, but her voice trembled. Just the thought of her son watching the real mother-son incest AV she'd directed was enough to set her body ablaze on its own.
Am I crazy...? This is so wrong♥
She hadn't wanted him to find out, but sometimes she'd fantasized—what if he saw it and liked it? What if he said he wanted to try it himself after watching her films...?
But what if he ends up despising me...?
Her hands shook with tension. What if he started hating her, pulling away? The fear surged wildly. If her son left her, she probably wouldn't survive it. When her husband had walked out, it hadn't fazed her—but thinking back, that was only because she still had her son. He was the one she could pour all her love into; her husband had been irrelevant. She knew she'd shatter the instant her son walked away, which was why she clung to him so desperately. Outwardly, she played the normal mom, but inside, she was a pervert lost in fantasies of love and filthy lust for her son, jerking off to her own delusions. Her films alone screamed her depraved desires.
"Y-you shouldn't be watching stuff like this!"
"I'm an adult now—I can handle it!"
"Ugh...... Still, this kind of—"
Her son was on the smaller side for his age, shorter even than most girls, so he always looked young in her eyes. But now he was boldly claiming adulthood at 20 years old. She couldn't really scold him for watching AVs.
Plus, he was quietly watching with earphones in his room...
There was no real grounds to punish him. She'd accidentally left the disc on the table, and he'd found it. If anything, it was her fault.
"Do you... film that genre a lot, Mom?"
Thump thump thump thump thump.
And there it was—the question she'd dreaded. She swallowed hard, tension coiling tight.
"Yeah......"
No point denying it now. Her directing career was out, and if he looked her up, everything would spill anyway.
Please...... please don't hate me...
She prayed fervently that he wouldn't despise her, wouldn't leave.
"I see......"
His ambiguous reply sent her heart racing wildly. Was he disgusted? Indifferent? She couldn't tell. He seemed conflicted too, hesitating to speak. The awkward silence stretched until she broke it with a trembling voice.
"H-how was it?"
"Huh?"
"That...... stuff I directed...... what'd you think?"
"W-well......"
It was insane asking her own son what he thought of her AV, but she waited, heart pounding. One thought struck her from his reactions.
Does he...... not hate it?
If he did, would he even be talking to her like this? Convinced he had something to say, that's why she'd asked. He averted his eyes, face flushing a bit—clearly struggling, but not repulsed.
"I-it was super hot... and...... I, uh, got turned on......"
"I see♥"
Against her fears of loathing and contempt, he'd gotten aroused watching her porn. It hit her.
My son...... he's just like me♥
He wanted mother-son incest too, just like the women in her AVs. Certainty flooded her, and her heart pounded even harder. She'd agonized over hiding it, worried he'd hate her—but his reaction was the opposite.
"You watch that genre a lot too, huh?"
"......Yeah."
He hesitated briefly, then nodded. A topic too lewd for a normal mother-son chat, but right now, they were opening up, figuring each other out. Confirming what they both craved—and if it aligned.
"So you like porn where you fuck your mom, Ji-hyeok♥"
".............Yeah."
The silence dragged longer, but he nodded again.
"A-and you film stuff where...... y-you fuck your son?"
"Yeah, that's right♥...... I mostly direct AVs where moms fuck their sons♥"
Doubt turned to certainty, crumbling the walls inside her. He didn't hate her. He didn't despise her. He felt the same. Knowing that, her heart raced differently now, her body heating up.
"When you watch that porn...... did you want to do it with me?"
No need for subjects—they both knew. His answer would dictate her next move.
"I do."
He hesitated like before, but his response was firmer.
"I see...... How?"
"Like in that video...... train you like a slave... f-fuck you like rape......"
"I see...... You want to rape your mom, Ji-hyeok♥"
Learning his kink for the first time—and it matched hers perfectly—her womb clenched and throbbed on its own. She knew exactly what to say next. The mother-son barrier meant nothing anymore. They'd bared it all. Just one more step.
Yet she hesitated. The answer was obvious already. They knew without words. But her maternal reason held her back.
"I......"
And that final barrier shattered—not by her, but by him.
"Want your son to rape you?"
Thump thump thump thump thump.
As she wavered, he crossed the final line.
".......Yeah♥"
That was her cue. He stood and approached her.
"Ji-hyeok? Mmph?!♥"
No hesitation—he kissed her mouth, shoving his tongue in.
"Smack♥ Mmmph♥ Haa♥ Mmmph♥ Smooch♥"
Sudden as it was, she didn't pull away. She parted her lips, welcoming his tongue, letting it tangle with hers.
"Haa...... Mom... Mom......"
"Ah♥"
Having her answer, he looked at her with eyes she'd never seen— not as his mom, but as a woman... a bitch in heat. He'd always been insecure about his small stature, but right now, to her, he seemed huge.
Thump thump thump thump thump.
Her heart and womb throbbed wildly, eyes fixed on the male before her—not her son anymore, but her stud, filling her with anticipation.
"You really want me to rape you... like in that video?"
One last question, even after the kiss. Not fully certain yet, and a warning: crossing this line meant it'd be rough, brutal.
"Yes...... I want my son to...... rape me♥"
She knew—and leaped over anyway.
"Come here."
"Ji-hyeok♥"
He grabbed her hand roughly, dragging her to the bedroom.
"Nngh♥"
He flung his mom onto the bed like a ragdoll, gazing down at her with unprecedented arousal.
"Mom!!"
"W-wait, slow down♥ Nngh♥"
He pounced, ripping her clothes off savagely. Tearing them if they snagged, not caring if they shredded.
"Haa♥...... Haa♥...... Ji-hyeok♥"
Left in just her underwear on the bed, her gaze wasn't the gentle mom's he knew. It was pure anticipation for the stud about to ravage her. That alone made his cock throb painfully hard.
For years, he'd seen his mom not as family, but as a woman, turning to porn to vent—especially mother-son incest matching his tastes. He'd binged one director's works. Hers, unknowingly. Until the real mother-son AV she'd left out confirmed it. She felt the same—not seeing him as just her son, but as a man... a stud.
Unable to hold back once he knew, he'd kissed her and brought her here to claim her.
"Fuck me♥"
Those words snapped his reason. He mounted her...... to rape her.