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It’s probably wrong on just about every level to be attracted to your mother. And yeah, it’s not unheard of to be attracted to older women or even stepmothers with the trends in porn these days, but not your actual mother. Not the woman that gave you life and cared for you since the day you were born.
And yet here is Jisung anyways, pining over his mother relentlessly since his puberty racked through his life and made him aware of just what the cock between his legs was intended for. Making him both ashamed and shameless at the same fucking time.
It all started when he was fourteen and saw her stepping out of the shower on accident. He really never intended for it to happen, just wanting to ask if she’d seen where he left his favorite hoodie so he could wear it to school. Instead, he’d gotten an uninhibited view of her toweling off in her full glory, the widened hips from the months of growing him, the voluptuous breasts he’d never really paid any mind to before, and her thick thighs. That mental image is still crisp in his mind all these years later and he hates that he’s never shaken it.
Minha is a fantasy woman in just about every way, so can anyone really blame him for his fascination? Clearly his father is still just as infatuated with her, considering she’s currently pregnant with his next sibling which he’s not exactly thrilled about, but the way her body is graciously growing still has him fixated on her. Perhaps he should add a pregnancy kink to the list now? Basically any feature on his mother is becoming a fetish at this point, his body barely responding to anyone unless they look just like her.
He finds himself staring at her, completely zoning out as she rummages through the fridge to start making dinner. Since his sexual awakening, he’s been glued to her side even more than he was as a child, but Minha doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, Jisung is pretty sure his mother loves all the extra attention he gives her with how often his father gets stuck at work late into the night. She’ll never complain or admit she’s lonely, but Jisung can tell it gets to her in the evenings like now. Especially when she gets too tired to wait up for his father and ends up crawling into bed alone.
Despite this, he’s never had any ill will towards the man. He’s worked hard since before Jisung was even a consideration, making sure to take care of Jisung and his mother and provide everything they could ever want. He just kind of wishes he wasn’t in the picture so he might have a shot at being with his mother for real. Call him delusional, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over this infatuation without getting to be with her at least once.
“Sungie,” she calls, grabbing his attention. “Can you help me reach the leeks? They got shoved to the back of the top shelf and my stupid stomach keeps getting in the way.”
He can’t help but laugh a little as he hops up and goes to the fridge to help her. She likes to grumble about how much her stomach has been hindering her lately, but they both know she’s ecstatic to be welcoming another baby in about four months. Just in time for Jisung to go away to university. He’s pretty sure they planned this for that exact reason, to give her some purpose and company when he eventually leaves.
The leeks are easy enough to grab from the fridge, and he tries not to let his heart race in his chest at the appreciative peck his mother smacks against his cheek in thanks. He’s really so fucking doomed.
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Another week passes and Jisung spends that time just as in love with his mother, though his winter break before he starts university is finally here. He’s so excited to have some time off to spend with Minha before it’s time for him to pack his bags and move out. They’re both a bit melancholy about the idea, but he’s also looking forward to the next chapter of his life. Perhaps he’ll even meet someone that he can stomach dating. Someone other than his mom.
He's still toying around with the idea of it when he hears a low groan from the living room. His mother sounds pained, sparking worry in him as he stands and heads to check on her. In the threshold, however, he realizes that she’s on the phone. Likely with his father considering her next words. “I swear, my breasts didn’t hurt this badly last time. I already started leaking but it feels too early to be producing milk. Maybe I’ll try pumping if they don’t stop hurting like this.”
Jisung’s mouth salivates at the new information. The idea of suckling on his mother’s breasts makes him want to slam his head against the doorway and take himself out of his misery because he’s already sporting a tent in his joggers. Lactation kink unlocked.
He barely manages to make it to his room and shut the door before he frantically pulls his cock out and pumps it to the mental images he’s conjuring. The image of his mother laid out beneath him as he sucks on his nipples and ruts against her is too strong to even stroke himself ten times before he’s coming and sinking to the floor in disappointment with himself.
Get a fucking grip, Jisung.
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He’s never thought himself to be a bad person. Truly. Jisung has always been caring and kind. Always made sure to help people where he could and not be cruel even when others weren’t nice to him.
Right now, though? He may fall into the category of ‘bad person’ for the first time in his life.
Minha had declared she was tired and needed a nap almost an hour ago, and despite trying his hardest to act like his mother wasn’t slumbering in the room next door, his curiosity got the better of him. Just a small peek, he thought to himself before he made his way to her bedroom door and looked inside to see her sleeping peacefully in one of her silk nighties.
He’s still standing in the doorway and it’s been about five minutes. He’s well past the title of caring son and verging on undeniable creep, but she’d adjusted in her sleep right when he was about to leave, making the skirt ride up enough for him to see the little pink panties underneath. Like Newton’s first law, this sight has finally slammed into him enough to put him in motion. In the direction he’s been trying so hard to avoid all this time, but even Jisung can admit he has limits.
His feet are silent as he pads across the carpeting, edging closer to his mother with each step. He makes it to the edge of the bed before he notices something that’s just cruel and unfair for him at this point. The flimsy fabric that covers her breasts is wet, signaling that she’s begun leaking from her tits as she theorized earlier and nothing in the fucking world can stop him anymore. Need and desire cloud his mind in an instant, making him climb onto the bed in his lust fueled haze.
She doesn’t stir as he shuffles between her parted legs, but Jisung kind of wishes she had. If she woke up and pushed him away, he would go. He doesn’t want to hurt her, physically or emotionally. With her asleep, however, he starts to justify that this won’t be so bad. Perhaps she won’t even wake up, letting him help her out by relieving the pressure in her tits as much as it helps him mitigate how much he wants her, even if just a little.
The nighty straps slide down her arms almost too easily and the second they aren’t anchored in place, her breasts spill out of the top on display for him. They’re just as incredible as he remembered, though the swelling around the nipples has made them puffier and somehow even more enticing.
Jisung leans over his mother, bracing himself on his hands so his body doesn’t touch her. He thinks that maybe she won’t feel a thing if he keeps his weight off her body for long enough. In fact, if her claims from earlier were true, this might actually help her sleep better. Maybe. God, he fucking hopes so.
He only wars with himself for a few seconds before he can’t contain it anymore, leaning down until his lips meet her left nipple. He experimentally licks it first, almost groaning at how sweet she tastes. No wonder babies are hooked on this, if this is any indication of what’s in store for him.
As he’s already eighteen, he doesn’t exactly remember how to properly suck on a tit from the standpoint of garnering a meal, but he doesn’t imagine it can be that difficult. His tongue swirls around the bud as he shifts and gets comfortable, relieved that she hasn’t woken through all of this, even if her face is pinched at the feeling of his mouth on her chest.
Once he’s sufficiently comfortable, Jisung wraps his lips around the nipple and focuses on suckling it. It takes a few tries before he latches on properly, careful to keep his teeth tucked away. The first stream of milk that hits his tongue is enough to make him addicted. It’s just so pure and sweet, the essence of his mother.
Minha groans at the feeling of being milked, but she stays asleep as he keeps sucking from her tit. It takes everything in him to keep his control and not touch her more than he already is. If only he could have his way with her, just this once.
Once the stream of milk starts to slow, Jisung carefully adjusts so he can latch onto the other nipple and relieve it too. He’s much quicker this time around, getting the right grip on his first try. He can’t help but lave at the nipple with his tongue as he drinks from her, wanting to savor every part of this as much as he can.
It ends up being his downfall, however, as the stimulation is just enough to wake his mother from her sleep. He feels her shift slightly before she scrambled away from him, eyes wide as he watches a drop of milk escape from the side of his mouth and run down his chin. “Sungie..? What are you doing?”
He’s caught. Really, there’s no proper explanation for what he’s just been caught doing. Nothing he can say to justify it, but he plans to try anyways. “I heard you on the phone saying your breasts are hurting. I just wanted to try and make you feel better.”
“This is wrong,” she admonishes. “You know it’s wrong to do that with your own mother, Sungie.”
He feels a bit like crying because yes he knows how wrong it is, but he fucking wants it anyways. He’s wanted it for four years now! His eyes feel wet from shame and frustration. “I know, but I wanted to do it anyways,” he says, trying not to sound too bitter over it.
Minha looks at him in confusion for a minute, clearly trying to figure out how to handle this. It’s not like there’s a guide on how to handle your son being sexually attracted to you. A fact that she has to realize by now. Jisung’s cock isn’t exactly subtle in his joggers. Again.
“I love you, mommy. I’ve been in love with you for so long and I just wanted to feel you. I’m sorry,” he says, not entirely sure how to handle all of this. Jisung can't even be embarrassed that he's reverted back to calling her mommy, a term of endearment he hasn't used since he was in elementary. He’s pretty sure his dad will kick his ass when he hears about this. It's far more likely that he’ll get disowned entirely.
His mother, however, has always had a soft spot for him. Perhaps too soft of a spot because she isn’t mad as she watches her son panic. “You love me, sweetie? Well of course, I’m your mother.”
Jisung sniffles, wiping at his eyes. God, this is all so embarrassing. “No, I want to be with you. Not the way a son should.”
“Have you… well, have you ever been with anyone before, Sungie?”
He hates how open and honest she looks at him, big eyes blinking a few times as she internally navigates her way through this. “No, mommy. I’m still a virgin, but I know I want you. Just want to be with you.”
Perhaps it’s how jumbled the pregnancy hormones are making her, or perhaps it’s because she’s always loved Jisung just a little more than a mother ought to, but Minha gives him a reassuring smile. “It did make me feel better, Sungie. But my other breast wasn’t finished, was it? Do you want to help me feel better still?”
Jisung thinks he’s dreaming as he watches his mother lay back down amongst the pillows and beckon for him to come closer. There’s really no logical explanation for why he’s scooting closer and settling between her legs so he can take her right nipple into his mouth again. He licks around it for a few seconds, making his mother gasp and it’s enough to snap him back into the moment.
He latches back onto her, hand reaching out to grab her other breast so he can gently massage it as he drinks from her. It’s impossible to miss the way her breathing turns ragged, chest heaving to catch enough air as the mouth around her nipples floods her with desire. It’s been a while since she’s had anyone stimulate her body in any way with Chan working so late all the time.
When she lets out a moan, Jisung can barely contain himself anymore. He wants to fuck her so badly, wants to take everything from her if she’s going to offer her body to him so readily.
He shuffles closer until he can press his hips against her, pushing the outline of his cock against her silky panties and making them both moan. The moment he makes proper connection, his hips start undulating so he can rub his length against her. It feels so heavenly, feeling his mother’s cunt against his cock even if there are way too many layers separating them.
“Sweetie,” Minha pants, “what are you doing, sweetie?”
Jisung keeps suckling on her breast, but he can’t contain himself anymore. He reaches down and fumbles with his joggers and briefs until he’s pulled them down enough to free his cock. The air of the room is shockingly cold against his sensitive skin before he pushes forward again, rutting against his mother’s still-clothed cunt. The panties are damp beneath him, hot and smooth each time he grinds against her.
Minha lets out a squeal at the feeling, unprepared for her son to rub against her like this. With the pregnancy in full swing, her pussy has become quite swollen and sensitive, though it never cut down on her libido. In fact, she’s been finding herself endlessly horny without any reprieve lately. Perhaps that’s why she doesn’t stop Jisung from humping against her, the drag of his little cock making her toes curl.
“Do you like that, Sungie? Does it feel good to use mommy like this?”
Jisung can only groan in response, reluctantly releasing the nipple from his mouth so he can give her a proper answer. “Yes, mommy. Want to put my cock in you so bad. Want to know how good you feel.”
His little cock keeps grinding against her, hitting her clit dead on, and making her slowly lose her mind along with him. It feels good, perhaps a little too good if the way she’s already falling apart is any indication. “Yeah? You want to fuck your mommy, sweetie? Make me feel good?”
It’s hard for him to not sob out the yes he gives as answer, ready to give anything in the world to finally feel his mother’s cunt wrapped around him. This is already much more than he ever dared hope for, but when his mother reaches down to pull her panties to the side and reveal her puffy cunt, Jisung thinks he might perish on the spot. “Come on, sweetie, make me feel good.”
He doesn’t need any more coaxing before he pushes his hips forward and whimpers at the feeling of his mother’s pussy against his cock. It already feels euphoric, and he hasn’t even pushed inside yet. “Mommy,” he calls, excitement and fear rolling together inside of him.
“That’s right, Sungie. Put your cock in me and make me feel good as you finish drinking mommy’s milk. It’s okay, I want you to.”
Jisung ruts against her twice more before he feels her hand grab his length and position him at her opening. A gush of slick coats him, making him cry out before his hips jut forward of their own accord and spear into his mother’s cunt. It’s so hot and wet, infinitely better than he ever dreamed of. He doesn’t think he’ll ever feel anything more glorious than this.
Minha groans as his little cock pushes inside. With how swollen her pussy is, her son’s meager cock is still enough to fill her and press against his sensitive walls. “That’s my baby boy. You’re always so good for me, Sungie. Now suck on my breast and again and show me how good you feel.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, pushing forward to bury himself into his mother entirely and letting the sensation wash over him before he reaches out to take her tit into his mouth again.
The combination of both makes Minha cry out, legs wrapping around Jisung’s waist to keep him still. He’s always been a bit on the smaller side, though she doesn’t mind it one bit. He’s still developed into a striking young man that any girl would be lucky to date. She just happens to be the one lucky enough to take his virginity and show him the touch of a woman. Perhaps she should be worried by how much that thought gets to her.
Jisung is in heaven, swinging his hips to clumsily fuck into his mother as he keeps sucking on her nipple to reliever the pressure there. He doesn’t even know how much more milk she can possibly produce, but his brain is already going haywire trying to keep up with both tasks at once. There’s no way he can last much longer at this rate.
Minha tries desperately to hold out against the onslaught of her overeager son using her body, but she’s been stimulated too much to hold out, orgasm steadily building in her core. “Keep going, sweetie,” she encourages him. “Mommy is so close to cumming on your cock, Sungie. Want to make you feel so good when you cum in me too.”
Jisung falters at her words, hips stuttering in their frantic pace. Cum inside her!? The thought alone makes him plummet ever closer to the edge. “Please, mommy, want to cum in you so bad,” he cries out before taking her nipple back into his mouth and suckling urgently.
Shockingly, Minha reaches her orgasm first, unable to stave it off with the dual assault on her body. She whines loudly as her body pulses, feels the way she squeezes her son’s cock each time as he cries out each time her cunt grabs him in a vice grip.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy,” he starts to chant on repeat as he cums. Her pussy milks him through the process, walls massaging him with each thrust inside until he whimpers. She can feel each spurt inside and the way his little cock twitches repeatedly.
Minha can only smile at him, pulling her son closer until his head rests on her chest. “Sungie, my sweet boy, you made mommy feel so good and special.”
Jisung lets himself be held in her warm embrace, reminded of all the times she’s held him in his life. Always so dependable and loving, now even more so than ever before. “Can we do this again? I can help milk you whenever you produce too much milk.”
She just smiles at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, baby, you can help me with my milk any time I need it. Now come here and kiss me.”
Jisung obliges easily, happy that he’s drained her tits enough that he can focus on exchanging soft kisses instead, even when it makes his cock start to harden again. He's pretty sure finally getting to be with her has done absolutely nothing to stave off his infatuation with her, but with the option of potentially doing this again he doesn't even care. Perhaps this break before he goes to university will be just what they need.
Minha just laughs, wrapping her legs around his waist to anchor him there. “Come here, sweetie, let’s see if you can make mommy cum again.”