Mom's hand wrapped gently around my thick length.
"Ah…!"
***
Why was it so different?
Ever since that first day when Mom used her hand on me, I could no longer be satisfied with simple masturbation.
I knew this wasn't something I should be doing.
If anyone found out, not only would I face condemnation, but Mom would too.
All the love and care she had poured into me, an adopted child, would go to waste.
And yet, Mom would do anything for me.
Even if it was something taboo in the eyes of society.
She prioritized my feelings over the judgment of the entire world.
I knew I was taking advantage of her love.
But once awakened, my desires refused to fade.
"...Your breasts…"
"Hmm?"
"I want to see Mom's breasts."
Just using her hand wasn't enough anymore.
My hunger demanded more.
For the first time, Mom looked hesitant.
"Woojin… Mom's not young anymore… They're not that pretty."
"Mom is beautiful."
For some reason, Mom was always conscious of her age.
I didn't understand it.
Age was just a number marking the passage of time.
She was far more beautiful than some careless woman in her twenties.
Honestly, she could pass for my older sister.
"You'll be disappointed. It's embarrassing for me, too."
She kept refusing.
But if I backed down now, it would only get harder next time.
"Mom, please."
I looked up at her with desperate eyes, a trick I'd learned from Mia.
The reason I could never resist her.
That look made it impossible to say no.
And I was sure Mom was no different.
Sigh..
After a long pause, Mom sighed in resignation.
"...Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't regret it."
My heart pounded in anticipation.
This would be the first time I'd seen Mom's breasts since I was a clueless child.
She began undoing the buttons of her blouse, one by one, starting from the collar.
I rested my head against her thigh, watching intently.
Once all the buttons were undone, she slipped the straps off her shoulders.
A mature lavender bra came into view, cupping the full curves beneath.
Mom's bra size was 70F, a blessing for an Asian woman.
Back when I first entered middle school and puberty hit, I couldn't help but notice how big and full her chest was, even through clothes.
But I never let it show.
And now, years later, I was finally getting my wish.
Mom unhooked the front clasp of her bra.
The moment it loosened, her unrestrained breasts swayed free.
All that was left was to remove it completely.
But even now, she hesitated.
She looked down at me with conflicted eyes.
In response, I gave her my most pleading look.
Our eyes locked for a long moment.
Finally, with another sigh, she let the bra fall away.
I had a front-row seat to the sight.
Her exposed breasts were beyond anything I'd imagined.
Even without touching them, I could sense their weight.
Yet they hadn't lost their firmness, defying gravity.
Her areolas were slightly large, a shade darker than her skin.
It was hard to believe these were the breasts of a mother who'd had two children.
Their size, their shape, everything was beautiful.
The faint memory of them from my childhood was still there, unchanged.
For some reason, emotion welled up in my chest.
"Mom… You're beautiful. Really."
"You don't have to lie."
"I mean it."
Mom turned her head slightly, as if embarrassed.
Then, as if punishing me, she tightened her grip around my cock.
"Haaah…"
Not that it hurt. If anything, it felt even better.
Now that I'd seen her bare chest, my erection was harder than ever.
Mom's real breasts, something I'd only dreamed of.
How soft would they feel if I buried my hands in them?
Just looking wasn't enough.
"Mom… Can I touch them?"
She let out a quiet laugh, as if she'd expected this.
"Don't squeeze too hard. They're sensitive."
With her permission, I carefully reached out.
Starting from the outer curves, I traced slow, gentle circles.
"Mmm… ♡"
"Ah...sorry! Did that hurt?"
"Hehe. Just surprised, that's all ♡"
Relieved, I continued kneading her breast.
It was a strange feeling. The texture, the shape.
My hand didn't want to let go of this divine object, even for a second.
It was so soft and amazing.
Why did touching breasts feel so good?
People often compared them to marshmallows, but this was soo much better.
Was it the satisfaction of being allowed this much?
Just this much contact sent waves of pleasure through me.
The only regret was that I could only use one hand in this position.
"You never did this as a child, and now here you are, all grown up, wanting to touch Mom's breasts."
Well, back then, I was always living in fear.
Fear that if I did something wrong, I'd be abandoned again.
I couldn't adjust to the sudden happiness I'd been given.
I was terrified that it would vanish as quickly as it came.
Looking back now, it was such a waste. Those years would never return.
"Thank you for growing up so healthy and kind, Woojin."
Mom's voice was like a lullaby.
She was the one who raised me, why was she thanking me?
Her soft hand stroked me gently.
Comfort and pleasure took over my body.
"Ah… Mom…"
"You can cum whenever you want, okay? ♡"
Her whisper in my ear was like a trigger.
My climax surged uncontrollably.
"Nngh...!"
Thick ropes of cum splattered across Mom's hand.
Some even landed on my own stomach.
She kept stroking until every last drop was drained.
"You came so much today. Did it feel good?"
Mom smiled warmly as she asked.
Dazed, I could only nod.
It felt so good I could've fallen asleep right there.
"I'll clean up. You just rest."
Her tender voice lingered in my ears.
My mind was too foggy to stay conscious.
My eyelids grew heavy.
It was a peaceful afternoon.