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“Mom?”
Heeseung turned around from the stove, tilting her head, “yes riki? What’s up?” The son walked over, “where’s dad? I thought he had a day off?”
Heeseung nodded, “he does but he decided to go in to work today for a few hours. He’ll be back. Do you want to help me make dinner?” Riki nodded, “what are you making?”
The mother tied her apron tighter, clearing her throat, “I was gonna make an American dish since your father was born there and it’s something new to make.” Riki hummed, “what dish? Don’t they just eat regular foods like burgers and stuff?”
Heeseung sighed, “that’s true. But I can turn this into maybe something like a chicken alfredo?” The boy agreed, clapping his hands and waiting for directions
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Heeseung sighed, she finished cooking, with the help of her son obviously, and leaned against the counter.
Riki walked back into the kitchen, freezing.
Sweat dripped off her forehead from standing over the stoves heat and she breathed heavily from walking around a lot.
Heeseung noticed her son and smiled, “thanks for the help.” Riki blinked, “oh- um, yeah, it’s no problem.” Heeseung walked over, “go freshen up. Your father should be home soon.”
Riki nodded, running upstairs to his room and slammed the door shut.
He breathed, panicking.
He should not be thinking of his mother like that.
The boy brushed it off, grabbing a pair of clothes and went to his bathroom that was connected to his room.
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The family sat at the table, eating dinner.
Well, mostly the parents. Riki picked at his food, thinking.
Jay cleared his throat, “Lee Riki, why aren’t you eating your food?” Riki snapped out of his thoughts, “just thinking.” Heeseung tilted her head, “about what?”
The son didn’t like the gazes on him and sighed, “personal stuff.” Heeseung frowned, “well if you want to talk, I’m always here.” Jay nodded, standing up to put his plate in the sink.
“I have to go to bed, I have work.” Heeseung pouted, “but you just got home…” Jay smiled softly, “I know honey, but I need to get enough sleep so that I don’t lash out on my coworkers.” Heeseung sighed, “okay, I’ll meet you in the room. Sleep well.”
Riki watched his father walk away, turning back to his mom. Heeseung seemed down.
“Mom? Are you okay?” Heeseung immediately nodded, “im fine, don’t worry. He’s just been working a lot lately.” Riki frowned, “do you want a hug?”
Heeseung thought, standing up and walked over to her son. Riki glanced up, wrapping his arms around Heeseungs waist. Heeseung smiled, patting Rikis head, “thank you.”
Riki nodded, looking up but only got a view of Heeseungs chest.
‘Since when did her boobs get this big…’
Heeseung sighed, pulling away, “go to sleep. I know you don’t have school but-“ “mom, you go rest. Go sit in the living room and play a movie. I’ll do the dishes and come back to watch it with you.” Heeseung smiled, “thank you riki, it’s nice that youre being helpful.”
Riki stood up, gathering the dishes on the table, “it’s what I can do to make sure you aren’t stressed.” Heeseung pecked his cheek, “I love you.” “Mhm, love you too.”
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It was dark and the only source of light came from the tv.
Heeseung yawned, trying to stay awake. Riki turned his head, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie, “are you tired mom?” Heeseung shook her head, “no, I’m fine.”
Riki nodded, playing the movie and not even two minutes later, a head fell on his shoulder. He looked down, sighing.
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Carrying his mother to bed wasn’t an issue, it’s just the fact that he got to feel how soft and plump his mothers thighs were was the problem.
He walked back to his room after making sure he turned every light off and cleaned up.
He sat in darkness, laying on his bed and sighed.
Riki pulled his pants and boxers off, sliding a hand down to his hardened cock. He flinched at the feeling, sighing when he moved his hand.
Images of his mother beneath him flooded his head, making him pump his hand faster and cover his mouth to prevent any loud noises from escaping his lips.
He came with a muffled groan, cum on his abdomen and hand.
Riki stared at his hand in disbelief, feeling disgusting and immediately wiped himself off with the wipes near his bed.
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Heeseung was confused, Riki was ignoring her and didn’t know why.
“Riki? Is everything okay?” The boy immediately froze, going to run out the kitchen but was pulled back.
“Lee Riki, I know you’re not trying to take advantage of my kindness towards you… I’m not as strict as your father and I don’t want to be…” Riki sighed, “I-I’m fine… just got a lot to think about and want to be alone.”
Heeseung let go of Riki, “oh, im sorry. Is there anything you might need? Like a hug, or some money to go out and buy something for yourself?” Riki thought, opening his arms and let his mother hug him.
The boy was taller than his mom so he had to place his chin on her head, wrapping his arms around her waist. Heeseung brought a hand up, softly stroking Riki’s hair, “if you need something im always here.” Riki nodded, pulling away and slapped her ass and walked to his room.
Heeseung froze, standing there.
“Did he- you know what, it’s fine. Most kids do stupid pranks and he’s one of them.”
Riki slammed his door shut once again, eyes squeezed shut and groaned.
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Every night was like a routine.
Jerking himself off in the middle of the night and feeling guilty about his thoughts.
‘Who the fuck even thinks about their mother like that…’
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“Mom, I need to-“
Heeseung blinked, staring at the boy who stood at the doorway. Riki blushed, going to walk out, “I’m- im so sorry- I should’ve knocked-“ Heeseung shook her head, “no it’s fine, you’ve seen me before right?”
“I mean yeah but I was a kid-“ Heeseung smiled, putting her shirt on, “you’re still a baby.” “I’m 16-“ Heeseung pat the bed, motioning Riki to come sit down, “you stopped your sentence, you need what?”
Riki sighed, “I need to talk to you about… something…” Heeseung tilted her head, “what’s wrong?” The boy sighed, “okay… let say… I have this friend, she’s a girl, and she’s really close to me, like REALLY close, almost family. But I get these… weird feelings around her and I shouldn’t because she’s pretty much, like I said, my family.”
Heeseung smiled, “you sound like a ten year old getting their first crush, it’s cute.” Riki frowned, “mom I’m serious.” “I know, I know. What’s her name, do I know her?” Riki froze, “um- well- it’s-“ Heeseung chuckled, “I’ll say this, try settling out your feelings. If she’s like family yet you feel… feelings, just try to explain to her.”
Riki sighed, “okay, thanks I guess.” Heeseung pouted, a fake frown on her face, “you guess? Am I not helpful anymore? Have I failed as your mother?”
Heeseung dramatically fell back, fake crying. Riki stared, moving to lay on top of her and stuffed his face in her chest. Heeseung gasped, eventually chuckling, “what’s wrong Riki, I can tell this isn’t just about some girl.”
Riki shook his head, burying his face in more. Heeseung sighed, taking her phone out her pocket and took a picture of her son, “you look like a little baby.” “Mom I’m 16.” “I know, but you’re still my little boy.” Riki brought his head up, hovering over his mom, “I’m not a little boy.”
Heeseung stared up, cheeks flushing red, “o-okay, I’ll stop-“ Riki was in a trance, feeling hypnotized. Heeseung looked away to the side, but had her chin turned.
Riki breathed, blinking a few times before leaning down and kissing his mom. Heeseungs eyes widened, hands gripping Rikis shoulders. Riki pulled away, eyes wide, “I’m- im so-“ He ran out of the room, going to his own.
Heeseung sat there, touching her lips, “what?”
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Heeseung stood over the stove, making pancakes. Jay left for work early, leaving Heeseung to wake up with no one beside her. She sighed, flipping the last pancake and placed them all on a plate, setting the plate on the counter.
She turned the stove off, going to put the pan and bowl that had batter in the sink.
Riki walked into the kitchen, seeing Heeseung and inhaled, walking over and wrapped his arms on her waist. Heeseung flinched, turning her head, “oh, riki… breakfast is just pancakes, if you want to eat now they’re on the counter.”
Heeseung gripped the counter, trying to ignore the way her son pressed himself against her. “Mom…” Riki rolled his hips, gasping. Heeseung froze, hands gripping the ones on his waist, “riki- r-riki!”
The son stopped, “what?” Heeseung snapped her head around, “dont ‘what?’ me! What are you doing?!” Riki shrugged, “you look so good right now…” Heeseung gasped, “Riki- Lee Riki! Stop, this is wrong!”
Riki groaned, “you only want me to stop because you say it’s wrong, but do you really want me to?” Heeseung froze, was he right?
“I-“ Riki rolled his hips again, breathy gasps escaping his lips. Heeseung whimpered, holding onto the counter to keep her balance.
‘Jay, forgive me for what I’m about to do…’
Heeseung pressed her ass out, rolling back and moaned, feeling Rikis hands all over her. Riki pulled back, turned Heeseung around and thumbed at her lips, “mom…”
Heeseung breathed heavily, “Riki, are you sure?” Riki nodded frantically, “please, I’ll- Ill do good, I’ll make you feel g-good.” Heeseung sighed, staring at the floor, “…okay. I’ll let you… fuck me.”
Riki picked up Heeseung, placing her on the floor on her back and started to untie the apron she wore. Heeseung stared, feeling guilty. The boy pulled off her clothes, staring at her naked body.
Heeseung spread her legs, letting her son come in between. Riki leaned down, taking her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them, kneading the breast’s in his hand. Heeseung gasped, hands flying up to grip his hair. Riki pulled back, kissing down to her stomach.
Riki leaned up, looking around and opened a drawer, digging through it and found a bottle of used lube, “…did you and dad…” Heeseung turned her head, giving Riki the answer he needed. “I can fuck you better than dad.”
Heeseung froze, “…are you just saying that?”
Riki shook his head, opening the lube and poured some on his fingers, prodding at the clit. Heeseung threw her head back, head hitting the floor. Riki pulled his own shirt off, pouring more lube and slowly entered one finger inside her.
Heeseung gasped, hands flying to grip something but could only slide against the floor. Riki added a second, leaning down again to suck on her boobs. “Riki- riki, fuck!”
Riki scissored her open, mouth lolling on her nipples and bit down some. Heeseung whined, pushing back onto his fingers and sighed in relief when a third was added. Riki got fed up, pulling his fingers out and immediately pulled his pants down.
Heeseung brought her head up, eyes widening, “wait- wait that won’t fit in-“ Riki poured lube onto his cock, “we can make it fit.”
The boy placed his cock in between the folds of her pussy, starting to push the head in the hole. Heeseung screamed, feeling Riki shove his cock in her.
She choked on a sob, hands gripping Rikis shoulders. Riki breathed, noticing a little bulge in his moms stomach. He moved, seeing it was his dick and smirked, “mom, you’re really small, look at your stomach.” Heeseung brought her hand to her stomach, feeling an outline of his length.
“I swear- your father is n-not this big… how are you-“ Riki thrusted in, “don’t talk about him.” Heeseung nodded, “come on- please- just hurry up-“
Riki thrusted slowly, hands gripping her thighs. Heeseung whined, “f-faster…” Riki brought her legs to her chest, thrusting inside with a regular pace.
Heeseung groaned, “you’re not- go fast! Like actually-“ Riki slapped her ass, “shut up.” Heeseung stared offended, going to scold him but immediately shut up after Riki thrusted in her deep.
Riki gripped her hips, “since you don’t like my pace, how about you ride me?” Heeseung immediately nodded, whining when Riki pulled out and was placed on his lap.
Heeseung breathed, slowly sinking down with a loud whimper. Riki held her waist, raising an eyebrow. Heeseung slowly bounced, trying to get used to the new position.
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Everything seemed to slow down. Time went by slow.
Riki gripped her hips, groaning and started to thrust up as she bounced quickly. Heeseung moaned, hands on Rikis chest.
“Mom, can I-“ “please…”
Riki brought his legs up, making Heeseung fall onto his chest. The boy thrusted up, going faster and faster. Heeseung screamed, her g-spot being stimulated many times.
“R-riki! Fuck!” Riki groaned, thrusting up harder and faster, hands tight and leaving bruises.
“Riki- riki I’m gonna-“ Heeseung screamed, squirting onto Rikis abdomen and shook from overstimulation, crying out. Riki stared at her tear stained face, cock twitching inside.
Heeseung gasped, “w-wait- dont come- don’t come inside!” Riki ignored her, thrusting up at an animalistic pace. Heeseung continued crying, body going limp.
Riki thrusted one more time, coming inside the woman.
Heeseung breathed heavily, slapping Rikis chest, “I told you to not-“
Riki brought her face down, smashing their lips together.
A gasp was heard at the kitchen doorway, making them both snap their heads toward it.
“Jay-“ Jay stood there, eyes wide. Riki pulled out, “dad- dad I-“ Jay blinked, eyes tearing up, “Heeseung…” Heeseung looked down, “I’m- I’m sorry-“
Jay stared at Riki, “you, go to your room.” Heeseung panicked, pulling Riki back down to the floor, “Jay please, I-I can explain!” Riki sat down, his mothers hand never leaving his arm.
“Explain. Tell me why OUR SON, is in the kitchen, fucking YOU.” Heeseung took a shaky breath, “he- he was feeling off and he’s a teenager going to hormones and puberty! I just wanted to help and… he… he kept insisting. We both were in the wrong, I know! But please I swear I didn’t-“ “mom… I’ll explain…”
Jay turned his gaze to Riki, arms crossed.
“I started feeling weird around mom and then wanted to just try to stop it. So I decided to ask her and she agreed only because I kept begging. It’s not moms fault it’s really just mine…” Jay pinched the bridge of his nose, “you know what, I’m going back to work. When I come back at night, I want better explanations.”
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Heeseung sat on the couch, staring at Riki who looked guilty.
“Mom I’m sorry…” Heeseung sniffled, “it’s not your fault.” “But it is! What if you get divorced over this! This is my fault and you know it!” Heeseung wiped her tears, “but I still agreed… I let you… my own son… do that to me.”
Riki sighed, hugging her and apologized, “stop crying, it’s okay.” Heeseung nodded, bringing her hand down to the boys crotch. Riki blinked, “you- you’re not even actually sad…?”
“I’m not.”