Chapter 45 – Family (The Ha Sisters) – Individual Dates
* Family (The Ha Sisters) – Individual Dates (6)
Smooch, smooch, smooooooch.
My mother’s nipple, sweet even without anything applied.
Her snow-white hand caressing my cock, letting out witch-like giggles as if she’s having the time of her life.
“Hehe, heehee, heeehee…”
My face half-buried in her enormous breasts, I idly enjoy the time, one eye on the TV. Perhaps it’s the adult movie playing in the dimly lit room, but I feel a decadent air as drowsiness washes over me, and I start to nod off. Sucking on her nipple like this, naked, makes me feel like a two-year-old.
“Do you know why I came to the reunion? It’s because of you—”
That’s why the movie’s plot isn’t registering in my brain. The woman who seems to be the protagonist is at a reunion, trying to seduce a man, unfolding a story of infidelity. It feels like she’s dressed up specifically to hook a guy, but I’m not particularly moved. Is this the level of ‘adult’ movies made in this country? I’m not trying to criticize, but it’s true that our sexual culture lags behind our neighbors.
“Your outfit today…”
The male lead seems to be commenting on the woman’s outfit, but even that doesn’t really hit home. It’s a tight-fitting dress, but that’s about it. Is reality too intense?
“Mmm, Mom.”
“Hmm?”
“Mom, you could pull off something more daring, right?”
“Yeah, that’s nothing…”
I thought of the outfit she wears for her morning workouts. It’s so tight that her breasts jiggle as if her ligaments are about to snap. And in my mother’s closet, there are even more outrageous outfits. Especially the bodycon ones, some in deep purple with cutouts at the waist and back, so small they look like they’d bite into her flesh, like something from a slutty AV concept.
Those outfits in the adult movie are arousing, sure, but they’re nothing compared to my perverted mother. Even the dresses she wears casually are so sensual they draw men’s eyes. Somehow, I keep comparing the woman in the movie to my mother, and I can’t focus, losing interest.
“Ummm…”
“Don’t like it? Should I use a tool instead of my hand?”
“No, it’s not that…”
I idly suck on my mother’s nipple, satisfied with the stimulation on my cock. I’ve lost interest in the movie, but I’m still fascinated by my mother’s hand play. The way she puts my glans between her index and middle fingers, pulling and squeezing, makes the urge to ejaculate surge. And then there’s the drowsiness creeping in. To have my cock pleasured like this while buried in her breasts, there’s no way I could dislike it. I even feel a tingling pleasure deep in my brain, and I don’t close my eyes because I want to feel it more.
“Ugh, uh, hwaaa…”
“Oh my.”
My mother tilts her head, sounding surprised as I let out a satisfied sigh. I don’t like the movie, but her hand play is great. I really can’t hold back.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah…”
Mother Yeowon chuckles, telling me to keep acting like a spoiled child. I just go limp like a corpse, focusing on keeping my cock erect. The characters in the movie next to us are getting into the act, but I completely ignore them, moving my hands to caress my mother’s breasts and buttocks, enjoying a leisurely moment.
Tzzb, tzz, pbeubbeub, tzzztzzb, it makes a strange sound like bubbles popping, probably because of the aqua gel on my glans, but even that feels good. The sensation of the bubbles bursting on my mother’s hand is another pleasure. The pleasant sensation of my glans tingling and then throbbing makes me moan without realizing it.
“Hehe.”
My mother’s lips curl up, as if she liked my moan.
“How have you been lately? Are you doing well?”
“………?”
I was drowsy, so the sudden question surprised me, but it wasn’t that strange.
“Doing well? Even my own mother, whom I haven’t seen in ages, doesn’t say that.”
“Really? Isn’t that pretty normal for a mother-son relationship…”
I wanted to argue that we’re far from a normal relationship, but I kept my mouth shut, nodding off and closing one eye. To feel pleasure in my cock while feeling sleepy. It feels like I’m back in middle school when I was full of energy. Back then, I’d feel good just rubbing my cock on the blanket while sleeping. I even remember burying my face in the pillow and rubbing my cock on the bed, so I guess my sex drive during puberty was pretty intense.
“Hoo…”
“How’s school life?”
My mother continues to talk, unaware that I’m lost in thought. The atmosphere felt a bit strange, but I didn’t want to pry, so I just answered.
“It’s good. You know that older brother I recently became friends with? The one who almost got involved with Ha-eun? He’s surprisingly a good person, unlike how he looks. Thanks to him, I’ve expanded my social circle and I’m having fun going around.”
“Really? It’s been a while since you’ve met someone new?”
“You make it sound like I don’t have any friends.”
“But isn’t it true? The only people you’ve been meeting are the ones you’ve known since you were little. I was worried that you’d have trouble with social life since you haven’t met anyone new recently…”
My mother smiles, relieved. I opened one eye at her words, but closed it again, nodding off. She was caressing my cock with one hand and gently stroking my hair with the other, so I couldn’t answer her. She knows exactly how to make me feel good.
“You’ve always been like this. You’d fall asleep right away when you laid your head on my lap. You especially loved having your ears cleaned.”
“Why are you suddenly talking about that?”
“Just because? I guess it’s the mood. Hehe.”
Even though we’ve only known each other for a few years, she’s given me more affection than my own mother. Even though her tone is like she’s raised me from the beginning, I accept it without any discomfort. I just idly feel my cock and head being caressed, and just as I’m about to yawn, my mother speaks again.
“Oh, I got a call from your mother recently. Did you know?”
“Grandmother?”
“Yeah.”
“I knew. But weren’t they on bad terms? I thought that’s why she didn’t come to the funeral?”
“No, they still contact each other normally. And it’s not that she dislikes me, it’s that she dislikes Moon-san, that’s why she didn’t come.”
“Even though he’s her son?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm…”
Frankly, I wasn’t that interested. I used to go down to the countryside often when I was little, but I naturally forgot about it as I got older. I haven’t even heard about having any relatives, and since we had a small funeral just among ourselves, bringing up my grandmother is half welcome, half annoying. Is it a family trait of our family to have no affection for each other even though we’re blood-related?
“I did send her a text once. I didn’t have anything to say, and it was so sudden, so I just sent a greeting as a formality…”
“She said she wants to see you after a long time. She asked if you could come down to the countryside sometime soon?”
“Why me when she abandoned her own son’s corpse…?”
“Because Jun-seo is a good kid, unlike Moon-san. I’m on Moon-san’s side, but I can’t defend what he did. Your mother is someone who values manners, so she probably couldn’t accept that her son was a scoundrel. That’s why she’s even more attached to you.”
“She’s so annoying, really…”
I try to remember. I recall the countryside scenery I saw when I was little. It was deserted, with no people, and not even a convenience store, so I remember eating junk food. Neither my mother nor my father were there, so there were no family fights, and it was a relatively stress-free life.
‘But it wasn’t a bad place.’
It was a bit strange that there were so many people wearing black clothes or hanboks, but they said I didn’t have any relatives. I wondered why I didn’t have any relatives, but I quickly gave up on the thought. They said I didn’t have a grandmother, so what more could I ask? I just enjoyed my life in the countryside.
“About my grandmother.”
“Yeah.”
“Is she okay on her own? She’s getting old now.”
“Oh, they say people around her are helping her a lot. She’s doing fine on her own.”
“Around? Oh, did my grandmother know someone around there?”
“Your mother is surprisingly well-connected. She said she wants to talk about the future and asked you to come for a bit. And she said she has something to say about me and your sister, so we can’t just not go.”
That made me a bit more awake. The relationship between my father and the women in this house was like a master and sex slaves, but in reality, they’re married. So, how does my grandmother see Mother Yeowon? Is she turning a blind eye to this even though she knows? She must know that my father was a scoundrel, so she can’t be completely unaware. Thinking about it, I have endless questions.
‘Is my grandmother hiding something?’
I take a deep breath for a moment and bury my face in her breasts again. I felt a bit awake for a moment, but I’m getting sleepy again, and my brain isn’t working. My cock is still being held by Mother Yeowon. How can I seriously think about this in this situation?
“I don’t know… hwaaam…”
“What do you want to do? If you’re going, I’ll contact her in advance.”
“For now… if it’s not urgent… I’ll think about it after I sleep…”
“Okay?”
Mother Yeowon doesn’t seem to want to push for an answer, so she stops talking without saying anything else. I slightly lift my waist, acting like a spoiled child to that ideal mother that someone seems to have created in their imagination.
“Hehe.”
Squelch squelch squelch! Squelch squelch squelch!
Tzzbbbbbbbb!!!
As if she understood what I wanted just from that, her hand movements become faster again. My vision fades as her fingers start to stroke me more intensely to make me ejaculate, along with those lewd sounds. It’s clearly an urgent situation where I’m about to ejaculate, but my mind is just fading away.
“Agh, uh, uh, guuuh…”
That pleasure, there’s no way I can hold it in for long. Finally, the semen spurts out. Even though it’s her hand and not a vagina, I feel like my whole body is sinking below the bed as I release everything from my balls.
“Sleep well.”
And then everything goes dark.
Click, the sound of the TV and movie turning off.
A peck! My mother’s lips touch my forehead.
“Dream of me…”
Along with Mother Yeowon’s loving words.
My vision turned black.
