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It was that time of the year again. Time for the last of my exams to be completed, and for me to finally head home. My third year of College had been exceptionally tough as a Finance Major. I was so glad to be through the school year.
"Sunghoon? Are you ready?" My younger sister Jungwon shouted from outside of my bedroom.
"Give me a few minutes!" I yelled back. My sister had been rushing me for a good part of an hour. Finally, I finished packing up the last of my clothes, and essential items. It was time for us to head back home for the summer.
"Come on man hurry up!" She called out to me. "The Uber will be here any minute." She added.
"Jungwon, you should have checked with me before ordering the uber." I retorted with frustration. She had a habit of doing things on her own initiative. At 19 years of age, Jungwon, my father’s pride and joy is very gifted academically, but often makes poor decisions. Me, on the other hand, two years her senior, was not gifted with the same level of intelligence. A few more minutes had passed before I heard the sound of my bedroom door swing open.
"He's here." Jungwon said. There was some desperation in her voice.
"Okay, okay." I responded. I zipped my duffle bag closed, and made my way to her at my bedroom door. "Come on you goof ball." I jokingly said, while giving her a playful shove out of my room. "Only you would have us scrambling like this to get into an Uber." making a mockery out of her poorly timed order. We made our way out of the two bedroom apartment that our parents rented for us, and I followed my sister's lead to the uber.
"Jungwon, don't you think those shorts are a little short?" I said, making note of her shorts sitting ever so close to the bottom of her ass cheeks.
"Don't you think you shouldn't be looking?" She responded. Her hands circled around to cover my view of her ass.
"The whole town is getting a show with those on." I fired back in an attempt to redirect focus on others rather than myself.
"Yeah yeah yeah." My sister chimed back in an attempt to dismiss my remarks. We got into our uber, and made our way to the train station. The train ride duration was an hour and a half to return home. Jungwon and I usually spent our train rides in silence. Each of us would keep to our devices. After approximately twenty minutes had passed, I received a text message from our mother.
"Hi sweetie. Are you on the train heading back now?" My mom inquired.
"Hey Mom. Yes, Jungwon and I are on the train now." I responded.
"Great. I can't wait to see you. I miss you." She had messaged me back just moments after I replied.
"I miss you too mom. I am looking forward to seeing you." I had messaged back.
If my sister was my Fathers "pride and joy", I was this to my Mom and some. Since going off to college, my mother and I have messaged each other everyday throughout the day. I spent more time chatting with my mother than any of the girls at my school. Up until recently, my mother started to become the embodiment of what I was looking for in a woman romantically, and perhaps sexually as well. She stands at a height of 5'4" with light brown hair reaching just below her shoulders. My mom maintained a relatively slim figure, and a natural C cup.
At some point along in our daily texting, I began to lose my way.
My mother became the subject to all of my sexual desires.
Often, I found myself jerking off to thoughts of my mother and I having sex. At first, I tried to fight it. At some point the guilt subsided, and I began to accept these thoughts. But that's all they were, just thoughts. That was until I started to catch wind of my parents strained relationship. My father, Eric, often came home late from work. When he was home, my mothers nights were faced with my father's short temper, and lack of respect.
My mom would confide in me about this. Many times, she has expressed that they're no longer a suitable fit for each other. My mother held on for Jungwon and my sake. As for myself, I had always been the recipient of my fathers temper. This had led us to a predominantly strained relationship.
Since discovering this strain in my parents' relationship, I took it upon myself to put more effort into winning over my mothers affection. I complimented my mothers beauty as often as I could. Our message frequency grew somewhat beyond the normal frequency of a mother and son.
"So close to seeing my not so baby boy...your father and I are waiting at the train station." My mom messaged, after about an hour had passed.
"Very close to holding my mom again!" I chimed back. I often would make comments like this. I tried to become more flirtatious with her over time, but it was rather difficult. I walked a fine line between acceptable and not acceptable. I feared for revealing my true desires.
"I can't wait for you to hold me." She replied.
The chimes of the train coming to its stop filled the speaker system. This was Jungwon and my cue to collect our items, and exit the train.
"Okay Jungwon, let's go." I nudged her, motioning her towards the exit. Typical of her to be so engaged with her phone to the point that she would miss her stop.
"Oh shit." she mumbled under her breath, realizing her lack of attention.
With that, we gathered our belongings, and found ourselves on the platform. We spent some time looking for our parents amongst the crowd. Just as I was about to pull out my phone and inquire about my mother's whereabouts, I caught a glimpse of somebody bear hugging Jungwon from behind. That somebody was our father. Jungwon quickly turned around with excitement, she greeted my father with a kiss to the lips. The kiss seemed a little on the long side if you ask me. I shrugged it off.
"Hi Sunghoon." My father said to me, his tone was rather unenthusiastic.
"Hi Dad." I responded back, mirroring his level of effort. "Where's Mom?" I added, growing impatient to see the lady that has been the center of my mind. Before my father could respond, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.
There she was, looking more beautiful than I had imagined. She was wearing all black leggings. The leggings hugged her gorgeous lower body quite nicely. Her top was a thin light blue buttoned up top. It was tight enough to somewhat outline the shape of her perfect tits..
"Hey mister!" she said to me, grinning from ear to ear.
Without a word being said, I hugged her tightly, and leaned back, causing her legs to leave the ground.
"Hi gorgeous." I whispered to her, hoping my father and sister would not hear. My mother smiled, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Hi Jungwon." My mother said while making her way over to give Jungwon a hug. "Did you look after your brother okay?" My mother joked, knowing that it was typically the other way around.
"You should know, you guys message all the time!" Jungwon fired back with a devilish smirk on her face.
"Always on the phone, that one." My father said in an annoyed tone to Jungwon, obviously referring to our mother. "She should be spending more time getting things done around the house." He added, insinuating that our mother doesn't do much.
"To a home that you frequently come back to at late hours of the night?" My mother fired back. "I do plenty!" She said with increasing frustration.
"Don't get me started over here!" My father said, raising the volume in his voice.
"Lay off her!" I chimed in, standing to my mothers defence. Just as my dad was about to go off on me, Jungwon reached for his arm and rubbed it gently to calm him down. This managed to silence his next words, leading only to him expelling an audible sigh. My sister's body contact with my father today between the kiss, and now this, seemed a little abnormal. Which perhaps is hypocritical of me considering my fatal attraction towards my mother.
"Come on guys let's go do something. Let's go see a movie!" My sister suggested, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Going to the movies was just about the only thing we did together as a family these days.
"Good idea." My mother responded while taking out her phone to check movie times. Often, my father would decide on the movie. This time he remained silent. Jungwon suggested an action movie that was out, most likely in an attempt to satisfy our father. With no resistance from the rest of us, we settled on the movie, and made our way to the car.
Our family maintained a rather uniform family dynamic when it came to our car rides. My Father drove with my mother riding in the passenger seat. I sat behind my mother, and Jungwon sat behind my father.
"I am sorry Dad acted that way to you. He can be a real jerk. He is lucky to have someone so beautiful and smart as you." I sent this to my mom as a text message.
"Thank you sweetie. More men need to be like you." She had written back to me. Reading that made me feel quite happy. I needed to figure out a way to step it up a bit. How could I sweet talk my Mother further?
"You're perfect in every way. Any man would be lucky to have you. You're smart, funny, loving, and incredibly good looking." I replied back to her. Fuck it, that's not enough I thought to myself. "You're really attractive, Dad doesn't realize what he has." I added, knowing very well that I probably crossed the line. I just called my mother attractive through text message.
"You think I'm attractive?" My mom inquired.
"You're very hot. If you were my girl, I would make sure you know that every day." I wrote back, feeling my cock begin to stir up in my pants. I knew I definitely crossed the line with that message.
"Unfortunately your mother can't be your girl sweetie, and you can't be calling your mom hot." My mom responded, maintaining her mother's complex.
"Don't you like to be called hot?" I asked, staring intently at my phone screen.
"Sweetie, of course I do. But you shouldn't be calling your mother that." My mother replied, reinforcing her previous message.
"Are you going to be going around telling Dad and friends that your son thinks you're hot?" I quizzed my Mom.
"Lol of course not sweetie." My mom responded.
"So why not just let that happen. You deserved to read/hear that!" I insisted. I was aware that my logic perhaps made no sense whatsoever, but at this point, I was desperate for my mom to just roll with it.
"Okay sweetie. It could be our thing. But if you're going to say things like that, don't be letting your father hear it. We already message each other for most of the day everyday. We can't have it start to look funny." My mother responded back to me, alluding to the fact our message frequency was as if we're in a relationship.
"Noted. I'm just messaging my hot mom. That's all." I wrote back, feeling some success from the situation.
Our car finally pulled into the parking lot of the theatre. Jungwon and my father walked ahead of us towards the building. My sister linked arms with my father as they made their way towards the building. As per my mom and I, we had no direct body contact. Seeing that my father and sister were walking with their arms connected, it felt as if this set a precedent for my mother and I. I took my mothers hand in mine. My mother allowed for this embrace to take place. It felt as if my mother was my girlfriend. Once we got inside, to prevent my father and sister from taking notice, I let go of my mothers hand. We bought our tickets and made our way into the theatre.
My mother was the first to take her seat in the row, followed by myself, then Jungwon, and concluded with my father.
"Can I get my hot mom a snack or a drink?" I whispered into my mothers left ear.
My mother let out a soft giggle. "You stop it." She nudged me, but was also grinning ear to ear. "No I am okay, but if you go I'll go with you." She added to her initial remark.
"Do you guys want any snacks?" I whispered to my sister.
"No, we're okay." Jungwon responded.
"Okay mom and are going to get a drink." I informed her.
"Mhmmm." My sister mumbled quickly, before resuming her small talk with our father. With that, I lightly squeezed her left leg, and pointed my head towards the direction of the theatre exit. My mother got up out of her seat and followed me out. Once we exited the auditorium, my mother took my hand in hers and we made our way towards the concession stand.
"You look really beautiful." I said to my mother.
"Thank you my handsome son." My mother blushed in response. When we were in line, I took that time to take in more of my mothers appearance. She really is gorgeous. Her leggings beautifully hugged her legs. Her shirt sat just above her butt cheeks, allowing me or any others to see the shape of her well defined ass. It took everything in my power not to take my hand to give her ass cheek and give it a gentle squeeze. I needed to somehow get my hand on it.
I purchased a drink, and we made our way back to the auditorium hand in hand. Once we entered the auditorium, my mother let go of my hand, presumably to prevent my father from seeing this. We took our seats, and after a short while the movie began.
For the first little while, the movie took its course and there was once again no body contact with my mother and I. I needed to change this. I took my right hand and placed it on her left leg just above her knee. She responded by putting her hand on mine. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough. Slowly but surely, I brought my hand more towards the inside of her thigh. There was no reaction. How far could I go? As time progressed, I did my best to inch higher up. My hand found itself relatively high up her thigh. My pinky was almost in reach of her pussy. This was definitely where no son should go.
After a while, I think my mother took notice of the location of my hand, and slid it back down only slightly. Once again, I slowly raised my hand hoping that this time it would be accepted. I told myself that if she lowered it again, I would stop. When she placed her hand back on mine, I was certain that she was going to remove my hand, but she just left it there. Could I move it a little bit more? I slid my hand further up.
There was no mistaking my hand position at this point. My right hand pinky was ever so slightly brushing against the fabric concealing my mothers beautiful pussy. It felt very warm. I could hear my mother begin to breathe heavier. My hand began to also gently squeeze the inside of her thigh.
My mother provided no resistance. I made one final shift with my hand so that half of my hand rested over top of her pussy.
At first my mother squeezed my hand to prevent me from making any further movements. She looked over to my father and sister who seemed 100% focused on the movie and unaware of our situation. She then looked at me.
"I can stop." I whispered to her as quietly as I possibly could. I didn't want to put her in a situation where she felt forced, or uncomfortable. I think the thought of my hand resting over the top of her pussy was just as intoxicating for me as it was for her.
"Please stop." My mother whispered to me in the lowest possible volume she could. She took my hand, and brought it back to her inner thigh closer to her knee. At that moment, I felt embarrassed. My mother just refuted my advances. Was she mad at me? Was she repulsed by me? Maybe both? This stayed present in my mind as we sat through the remainder of the movie.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of embarrassment from the situation, I removed my hand from her lap at some point during the movie. Once the movie completed, it was time for us to get back to the car, and head home. My father and sister, once again locked arms with one another as we made our way back to the car. As per my mother and I, only silence and discomfort filled the air.
Once we got back to the vehicle, I decided that I needed to break the silence with my mother. "Mom, I am sorry for what I did in the theatre." This was sent as a text message in order to remain confidential. I had gone the entire 20 minute car ride home without a reply from my mother.
Instead, I was greeted with only a "read" receipt. I was certain that she was upset with me at this point. I spent the remainder of the day cowering behind the four walls that comprise my bedroom. I spent quite some time there in isolation, and reflected on my poor decision making.
"Sunghoon, it's time for dinner!" Jungwon shouted upstairs to me from the main floor of our house.
"I'm not hungry." I yelled back promptly. I was very hungry, but I was not ready to face my mother. I let the rest of my family share a meal together as I subsided in my room with my guilt and despair. It wasn't until almost midnight that I received a message from the most precious woman in my life, my mother.
"Sunghoon, what happened at the theatre was unacceptable." She had finally responded to me. Before I could apologetically reply to this message, she followed it up with another message. "It's one thing to call me hot, but to put your hand where you did, I'm your mother. You shouldn't be touching me there. Sunghoon, that was borderline incest." My mom seemed very upset about the situation.
"I know Mom. I really screwed up. I'm sorry. I just got overwhelmed by your beauty. I guess with all our messaging it started to feel like you were my woman, my partner. But that's not an excuse, I crossed the line. I really am sorry." I composed this response and sent it to her in hopes of salvaging the situation.
"You can't think of me that way Sunghoon. I can't be messing around like that with my own son." My mother responded quickly. "Look Sunghoon, in a world where you weren't my son, and I wasn't with your father it would be different." She followed up to her previous message. What did she mean by that? Did she just admit that she would have something more if I wasn't her son? I needed to at least find out.
"We're in a world where he doesn't deserve you for another minute, and I'm someone you should be with. But I know. I'm your son. But we're also two consenting adults, both capable of making decisions." I sent this message to her in hopes of probing her desires out of her. "I know I'm your son, but can you honestly say that you didn't like my hand on top of your pussy there?" I followed up to my previous message.
"Sunghoon..." my mother responded, probably both shocked, and looking for words to say.
"Mom, be honest with me. Even though I'm your son, did you like my hand resting on top of your pussy?" I inquired. I needed to do what I could. My instincts were telling me that she was in favour of my advances. Some minutes had passed.
"Yes." Was her response. Very quickly she followed up with another message. "Sunghoon, that's not the point." I could feel myself getting close. I needed to go in.
"You liked your son's hand on your pussy." I responded. Fuck it, if I made my bed, I may as well lay in it. "Just admit it mom." I added.
"You need to stop." was all she could once again muster up in her message.
"My hand should have stayed there. Isn't that what you really wanted mom?" I replied back to her, trying to further egg her on. At this point, I had developed quite the tent in my shorts.
"Sunghoon please." My mom responded. She was still making an attempt to prevent this conversation from heading in a direction that we both know it shouldn't head to.
"Mom please." I answered back. I felt somewhat guilty pressing the matter further. "Just please tell me what you truly wanted at the moment." I added, in hopes of having her just say it.
"Yes Sunghoon, I wanted your hand to stay on my pussy. I wanted your fingers to pleasure me right there in the theatre. But you understand that we can't." My mom finally admitted to me.
"Yes Mom. I understand that we can't. I'm sorry. Can I at least come and say goodnight to you?" I inquired, hoping to see her beautiful face one last time before we go to sleep.
"Sweetie I'm in my room, your father is asleep. I don't want to wake him up." She responded. This was often the case, my father would become quite aggravated if he was woken up.