Seeing my flustered expression, Mom lowered her gaze with a hint of loneliness.
"So... you don't want me after all?"
"N-no, that's not it...!"
It wasn't that at all.
It was just that the situation felt so alien, I could hardly process it.
But Mom must have sensed something in my reaction, as she let out a self-deprecating laugh.
"No need to sugarcoat it. I'm getting older, and my body's not what it used to be. To someone like Woojin, I must just look like an old lady now."
"That's not true! To me, Mom is...!"
I couldn't finish.
Saying it out loud felt like it would shatter everything between us.
Mom was beautiful.
She puts in so much effort to maintain that beauty, Pilates, yoga, gym.
Whenever her schedule allows, she devotes her time to self-care.
I've always thought she's far more stunning than most young actresses.
And I've lusted after her countless times.
But the reason she works so hard is for her acting roles, not to fuel my desires.
"Mom..."
The closest yet most distant person.
No matter how far I reached, I could never touch her.
And yet, here she was, reaching out to me first.
"It's okay. I'm doing this because I want to. I might not be great at it, though."
Granting me absolution even as she spoke.
Then, she placed her hand on my thigh.
Just that alone made my heart pound like it would burst.
"If I'd known it'd be like this, I wouldn't have worn these pants."
Trying to ease my tension, Mom joked lightly.
Which meant she was planning to take them off.
The thought only made me more nervous.
"Let me do it for you."
I hesitantly stood up—it'd be awkward to remove them while sitting.
Mom on the bed. Me standing in front of her.
The setup alone felt obscene.
As Mom pulled my pants down, my abnormaly huge cock fully erect, sprang free, right in front of her eyes.
"Oh my."
Her eyes widened.
I couldn't lift my head, as if she'd caught me doing something I shouldn't.
"When did our Woojin get sooo big!!? When you were little, it was just the size of my finger."
"...It wasn't that small..."
Her teasing made me pout like a child, which was childish in itself, but Mom only laughed, amused.
"Haha. Sorry, my boy. Mom will make you feel good, so don't be mad, okay?"
She reached for my cock, and with her soft small hands started carasing it.
Her fingertips traced up the shaft, teasingly light, from the base to the tip.
The seer pleasure of having my cock stroked by my own Mom sent shivers down my spine.
"The color's pretty, and the shape's nice too. That's my boy. Have you been making girls scream behind my back?"
She spoke casually, as if this were just harmless mother-son skin contact.
Not a trace of seriousness in the air.
And I knew, this was her way of easing my guilt.
"Ah...!"
Her slender fingers wrapped around me.
Then, slowly, she began stroking in earnest.
"Woojin, tell me if it hurts."
Her touch was unbearably gentle, warm, and considerate.
"Woojin. Does it feel good?"
"Y-yeah... so good."
It was wayyy better than doing it on my own.
But my brain was too foggy for clever words. I could only nod like an idiot.
Mom's delicate white hand gripping my obscene cock...
The sight was like Beauty and the Beast. A grotesque mismatch.
Yet that only amplified my sense of conquest, of satisfaction.
For this moment, Mom was entirely mine.
"M-Mom, I'm gonna cum..."
"Already? No. Hold it in a little longer."
I was already on the edge, barely holding back.
The second she touched me, I was close to bursting.
But Mom didn't allow it.
With a stern look, she chided me.
"No matter how much a woman likes a man, if he cums too fast, she'll be disappointed. If you get a girlfriend and ruin the mood like this, she'll resent you. So you need to practice lasting longer."
Her words struck deep.
Premature ejaculation—
Along with size, it's every man's biggest insecurity.
Luckily, I didn't think I had a size problem.
But whether I was a quick shot? No idea.
I'd never been with a woman before.
Yet here I was, about to blow after barely a minute of Mom's hand.
If this was how I was with just her fingers...
Would I cum the second I entered a woman?
Maybe I really was a premature ejaculator.
...I didn't want Mom to think of me that way.
Clenching my ass, I fought desperately not to cum.
"Hehe. Our Woojin's face when he's holding back is so cute~♡"
Mom chuckled, leisurely stroking me while her other hand fondled my balls.
"Ah...!"
This added pleasure on top made me gasp, It was just too much.
The balls were sensitive.
Even a slight impact can bring a man to his knees in pain.
And that fear alone makes men recoil.
But right now, it felt amazing.
Because I trusted Mom wouldn't hurt me, turning even that fear into pleasure.
"Ah, Mom, I can't hold it anymore...!"
"Can't last any longer? But if you cum now, it'll get all over my face. Is that okay?"
She was right.
Our positions meant my cock was aimed right at her.
If I came now, I'd spray her face.
Covering her in my filthy cum.
No woman would enjoy that.
"T-Tissue, tissue!"
Panicking, I looked for one.
There were some on my desk, just out of reach.
"Ah, Mom, I'm sorry...!"
I couldn't hold back any longer.
My cum shot onto Mom's face.
She closed her eyes, letting it land.
Ahh...
The pleasure of release after holding back was overwhelming.
My vision went blank.
But when it cleared, I froze in horror.