The next day, Saturday dawn.
It was that strange hour when the lingering heat of the night still hadn't fully faded.
Jinwoo finished jogging with Sohee noona and stepped out of the shower. He spotted Mom in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready.
She had a dazed look on her face while working. The moment her eyes met Jinwoo's as he came out of the changing room, she flinched.
"Ji… Jinwoo, you just got out of the shower?"
Mom tried to sound casual, but her voice came out stiff and tense through those pretty lips.
—The same lips that had been stuffed full of Jinwoo's thick cum the night before—
"Yeah. Did you sleep well, Mom? Making breakfast?"
Jinwoo actually felt relieved and relaxed hearing how nervous she sounded.
"Hmm… yeah, just about to. You went jogging with Sohee again today?"
Mom cleared her throat and spoke again.
"Yeah, Sohee noona woke me up. Where's Minji?"
Jinwoo asked because Minji, who usually stuck right next to Mom while she cooked, was nowhere to be seen.
"She went to the academy with Haeju yesterday and seemed pretty tired. It's the weekend, so I let her sleep in."
As she spoke, Mom couldn't look Jinwoo in the eyes. Her gaze kept shifting.
"What's for breakfast today?"
Jinwoo threw in another casual question.
"Fried rice. Ham fried rice."
Her eyes were still unsteady.
"Wow, that sounds good, Mom."
After confirming Mom's clear agitation through their short everyday chat, Jinwoo headed upstairs.
**
Breakfast time.
Jinwoo timed it perfectly and came back down to the first floor once the food was ready.
Only Sohee noona and Minji were sitting at the table.
"Huh? Where's Mom?"
Jinwoo asked worriedly when he saw there wasn't even a place setting for her.
"Mom finished setting the table and went back to her room saying she was tired. She told us to eat together when you came down, oppa."
Minji answered.
Apparently Mom had only cooked for the kids and then retreated to her room. After her reaction earlier, facing Jinwoo and eating together right now probably felt too awkward.
Jinwoo finished the ham fried rice Mom had made for them and sat down on the living room sofa. He opened his phone and secretly looked at the photos he'd taken of Mom yesterday.
Blindfold off, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open and filled with his cum.
Her whole face was flushed red from all the blood rushing to her head.
In the end, she had gone through all of that.
Even if she had enjoyed it in the moment, thinking back on it must have been incredibly humiliating.
And it was her own biological son, the one she saw every single day, who had sucked on her clit, spanked her ass, shot his load into her mouth, and made her swallow it all.
Was Mom feeling confused?
Was she blaming herself for pretending to be asleep and going along with her son's actions?
Jinwoo opened the messaging app and texted her.
[Mom, you awake?]
['No']
Mom replied almost instantly.
['You okay?']
['Yes']
['Feeling sick?']
['I said I'm fine!']
She sounded annoyed at the repeated questions.
['Is it because of what happened yesterday?']
Jinwoo asked directly.
['Why do you keep texting me?']
Mom dodged the question.
['Because I'm worried.']
Jinwoo really was worried about her and wanted to know how she truly felt.
Mom went quiet again.
After a long wait, her reply finally came.
['Mom feels embarrassed.']
It was the first time she had put her feelings into words.
['Why?']
['Dunno -_-^']
Mom attached her signature angry emoticon.
['Mom']
Jinwoo called her again.
['What?']
['You're cute.']
Jinwoo had found her panicked reactions adorable for a while now.
['Don't play around with me.']
Mom was clearly flustered.
['You were cute last night when you were sleeping, too.']
Jinwoo teased her playfully, pushing her buttons.
[Do you want to get punished?]
Cutely angry Mom.
[Like how I punished you yesterday, Mom?']
He countered immediately, hinting at the brutal spanking she had received.
['Ugh!']
It was her typical texting habit whenever she was completely cornered or trying to desperately scold him.
['Haha, see? Mom is super cute.']
Jinwoo genuinely found her adorable as a woman now.
['Sigh~~ Where on earth did you even learn to do things like that?']
Mom grumbled in her message.
['You really planned make Mom die of embarrassment last night, didn't you?']
Mom finally brought up the events of the previous night openly, letting out her grievances.
[I loved it. Did it make you feel bad, Mom?]
Jinwoo asked, concerned.
[No, it's not that Mom felt bad, but...]
Her sentence trailed off into the empty space of the chat.
[Then what?]
[Whatever, I don't know!!!]
She sounded extremely embarrassed.
[Haha, Mom, come out to the living room for a bit.]
Believing her mood had finally softened and the ice was broken, Jinwoo called her out to the sofa.
['Why?']
Mom asked, flustered.
[I want to talk to you while looking at your face.]
['I don't want to.']
Still too embarrassed.
['Why not?']
['After everything we talked about… if I look at your face right now…']
She sent the message before finishing the sentence.
['If you look at my face?']
['…I feel like I'll actually die of embarrassment.']
This was her honest feelings.
['It's fine if we just act normal like always.']
He was giving her permission to put on their usual, everyday mother-son act.
['Anyway, just give Mom a little time for now.]
Mom requested.
['Okay, I'll wait.']
['Good. Thank you.']
That was Mom's last message.
Their chat ended there.
Jinwoo spent the entire morning lounging on the living room sofa, where he had a clear view of the master bedroom door.
Mom came out once to go to the bathroom. When she saw Jinwoo talking with Minji on the sofa, her face turned bright red and she lowered her head deeply.
The whole way back from the bathroom she kept her head down toward the floor, feeling his gaze but never once meeting his eyes.
Inside that room was a beautiful mother.
She had been given time by her own son, the very person involved, to agonize and redefine their relationship…
It felt like the perverted process of a lewd, in-heat mother beast slowly accepting her male son as her true mate…
Through the thick, closed door separating the master bedroom from the living room, Jinwoo could actively feel his dominance, authority, and influence growing stronger by the minute over his newly submissive mother.
**
Morning.
Minji was excitedly telling Jinwoo all about the magic academy she visited yesterday with her aunt and Sua.
"I like astrology magic and hypnosis magic! Sua likes illusion magic~ Hehe."
From the way she talked, magic seemed to have many different specialized types.
The academy didn't just train professional magicians; it also ran programs linked with hospitals for psychological therapy and counseling.
Minji's class was part of that therapy-related program.
It was a pretty big program with corporate sponsorship and sometimes appeared on local ads, so Jinwoo was familiar with it.
(He had a passing thought about how, in human society, pretending to be genuinely impressed by something just because it's fun had become basic manners.)
Scholarship and entertainment management programs were solid too, so many people dreaming of becoming pro magicians or idols signed up.
Minji and Sua had clearly inherited their mother's side of the family's talent, they had the kind of faces that could be used as "tools for business."
If the two of them wanted to unironically chase the dream of becoming magical girls, Jinwoo felt he could genuinely fund and sponsor them with absolute devotion.
"Teacher Yoo Yena was there too~ Hehehe."
**
Around 11:00 AM, Mom finally stepped out of the master bedroom to prepare lunch for the house.
The very instant she appeared, Minji dashed over, wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, and buried her face deep into Mom's heavy breasts, rubbing against them.
"Oppa and I were waiting out in the living room for you forever, Mom,"
Minji whined cutely.
Mom stole a brief, hesitant glance at Jinwoo. She still looked incredibly awkward and flustered, but she seemed significantly more collected than she had been during dawn.
Jinwoo walked over too.
"Are you feeling better now, Mom?"
"Yeah… I need to make lunch."
Mom replied, still seeming a bit embarrassed.
Jinwoo quickly checked Minji's expression, then gently stroked Mom's hair right in front of her.
—Just like he had done last night after she swallowed his cum and started coughing violently—
Mom stood perfectly still, freezing under his palm and accepting his touch without a word of protest, but Jinwoo could feel a distinct, delicate tremor rippling through her entire body.
A moment later, Mom's face turned an intense crimson under the curious, analytical gaze of Minji, who was looking back and forth between her older brother and her mother.
She quickly stammered out, breaking the heavy tension,
"I... I need to get lunch started... Minji, can you help Mom in the kitchen?"
Judging by the ingredients she was pulling out, it looked like Mom was planning to prepare potato salad, sandwiches, rice balls, and tomato spaghetti for her master and her family.