"Woojin! Can you come here for a second?"
A quiet Sunday afternoon.
Mom called out to me as I lounged around the house.
"Hmm?"
She was sitting on the living room sofa.
A cotton swab in her right hand.
"Should I clean your ears for you? It's been a while."
Mom patted her lap with a smile.
A signal for me to rest my head there.
"Okay."
I was actually glad to hear it.
I'd been looking for an excuse to get closer to her.
Come to think of it, it really had been a long time since she last cleaned my ears like this.
When I was little, she did it often, but as her work piled up, it became rare.
These moments when Mom was home all day were precious.
Once her drama or film shoots started, she'd be too busy to even see her face around.
I walked over to the sofa and laid my head on Mom's thigh.
Facing forward.
She was wearing a long dress.
But maybe because the fabric was thin...
I could almost feel her bare thigh against my cheek.
It was comfortable.
Her scent lingered in the air.
For some reason, it made me nostalgic.
"Hehe. This takes me back. Your ears were so tiny when you were little."
Mom stroked my hair, sounding fond.
To her, childhood me must've been nothing but trouble.
Always getting sick, always anxious.
I must've annoyed her countless times.
And yet, reminiscing about those days made her smile like this.
"Alright, Woojin. Let's see how much wax you've got in here."
Her fingers fiddled with my ear.
It was embarrassing, but it felt good.
Scritch, scratch.
The wooden spoon scraped inside my ear.
A little ticklish, my shoulders twitched.
"Mom. Is there a lot?"
"No. It's pretty clean."
Scritch, scratch.
The deeper she scraped, the more refreshing it felt.
I never got to touch that deep myself.
"Huu~."
Mom blew lightly into my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Scritch, scratch.
Scritch, scratch.
She cleaned in silence.
It was quiet.
Only the ticking of the clock filled the room.
Peaceful.
I wished this moment would never end.
Swish, swish.
Mom twisted her pinky inside my ear, swirling it around.
A little more ticklish now.
Was she finishing up?
She brushed the remaining wax away with the cotton end of the swab.
"This side's done. Should we do the other one?"
"Yeah."
At her words, I turned over.
If I lay my legs the opposite way, my face would point forward.
But if I only turned my head, I'd face Mom.
I deliberately chose the latter.
A small act of will.
Her scent grew stronger.
Just that alone made me happy.
Mom didn't seem to mind and started on the other ear.
Scritch, scratch.
Scritch, scratch.
"Ah…!"
"Sorry. Did that hurt?"
"No, just a little."
Truthfully, it was a sound of pleasure.
My body trembled slightly.
"Hmm… This one's stubborn. I'll go a little harder, okay? Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay."
Even as she said that, I knew she wouldn't press too hard.
Mom was more scared than I was.
If it were Noona, she'd probably jab it in deep.
Scritch, scratch.
Tap.
The swab brushed a little deeper.
"Ow."
I playfully winced and buried my face against Mom's stomach.
"Oh my. Did that hurt?"
"Yeah. A little."
I answered with my face still pressed against her lower belly.
Her body carried the scent of happiness.
Breathing it in filled my lungs with familiar warmth.
"Woojin. You're embarrassing me. Let go now."
Mom tapped my head lightly, sounding flustered.
It didn't hurt at all.
If this was all it took, I'd gladly take more hits just to stay like this.
"Mom…"
I clung to her waist like a spoiled child.
"Honestly, you've grown so big, but you're still such a baby."
Mom sighed but kept stroking my hair.
I could almost see her resigned smile.
Just like she said, I really did feel like a child again.
I wanted to stay in her arms forever.
But deep down, I was hoping for something else.
Mom's hand paused mid-stroke.
And then, she said exactly what I'd been waiting for.
"Woojin. Should Mom do it like last time?"
Had she noticed the bulge in my pants?
Like last time.
I didn't need her to explain what that meant.
"...Yeah."
Truthfully, I'd wanted to bring it up even before she called me over.
But I didn't have the courage to say it first.
Zzzip.
The sound of my zipper being pulled down reached my ear.
Mom stroked my hair with one hand while the other tugged my pants down.
My cock, stifled in its tight space, was finally freed.
And then...
Mom's hand wrapped gently around my thick length.
"Ah…!"
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