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Shiwoo had picked out a loose-fitting purple t-shirt for his mom and dressed her in it in the morning.

Shiwoo had ordered her not to wear or put on anything other than the purple t-shirt he had dressed her in.

He had told his mom a long time ago not to wear underwear in the house…!

Since there was no separate discussion, Mom always had to be at home without wearing underwear.

Telling her to take off her underwear and live her life was an order that did not initially consider what would happen when Mom went out.

Today, while Shiwoo went to the department store with his siblings, Shiwoo thought his mom would just stay at home wearing the outfit he had chosen for her.

Instead of the purple t-shirt Shiwoo had dressed her in, Mom changed into Seehee’s apricot-colored t-shirt and left the house.

An apricot-colored, loose-fitting long t-shirt that looked almost the same as the clothes he had dressed her in, except that the bottom hem was slightly longer.

Instead of the purple clothes dirtied by the act between mother and daughter, did Mom pick out and put on the most similar clothes from Seehee’s clothes hanging on the laundry rack in the dressing room before going outside?

Shiwoo had no idea that his mom would come to the grocery store to shop while he was at the department store with his siblings today.

He knew that the order basically telling her not to wear underwear only applied inside the house, so it couldn’t be helped, but…

Shiwoo was a little bothered by the fact that she had changed clothes without getting permission from him through a text or phone call, and that he had lost contact with her.

**

If she was going to take off the purple t-shirt that Shiwoo told her to wear and change her clothes anyway, she should have put on something more appropriate…

The clothes Mom is wearing now were long enough that the bottoms were not properly visible, as they were hidden by the hem of the t-shirt.

Until they came to the karaoke, Shiwoo naturally assumed that Mom had put on underwear and bottoms under her t-shirt, and then put on more clothes over them, so a question mark pops up in Shiwoo’s head.

If she were to match the apricot-colored long t-shirt, she would have had to put on clothes such as shorts or a short skirt underneath.

Considering Mom’s usual clothes, it’s hard to imagine that Mom would have picked out such clothes.

In the first place, Seehee’s skirt would not fit Mom, and there was no way that Mom would have the kind of clothes in her closet that Seehee would wear.

And the hem of the t-shirt is too short to have worn other appropriate bottoms.

In that moment, a rush of pleasure, like a squeezed fruit, spreads through Shiwoo’s chest.

Shiwoo remembers Mom’s awkward posture and movements from the grocery store to the karaoke.

When he found Mom in front of the grocery store, she was standing there covering her chest with one arm and pulling down the hem of the t-shirt as if she was conscious of the people around her.

Could it be that Mom isn’t wearing bottoms under the thin t-shirt she’s wearing now?

Could it be that she’s not wearing even underwear?

With a hint of anticipation, Shiwoo scans his mom’s body as she sings enthusiastically.

Mom was still wearing the red leather dog collar around her neck.

Mom’s red leather dog collar with a small yellow paper hanging from it.

That dog collar that Mom is wearing is now nothing more than a sign proving her status as a slave between Shiwoo and his family.

While singing, Mom was covering her large breasts with one arm.

Why from earlier? She’s not even making any exaggerated motions or jumping around enough for her breasts to shake?

Each time Mom’s body moves to keep the beat, the loose fabric of the bottom hem of the t-shirt clings to her butt, repeatedly creating and disappearing two smooth hills.

He couldn’t confirm whether Mom was wearing underwear just by scanning her body, but the thought that she wasn’t wearing anything under her clothes made Shiwoo’s thing throb as if it were writhing.

**

Unlike her outward attitude, Mom has always faithfully followed Shiwoo’s orders.

Mom’s appearance of faithfully following Shiwoo’s orders, more than any words or signs, stimulates Shiwoo’s expectations and curiosity about her clothes.

The first song playing from the karaoke machine was already past the halfway point.

While sitting, Shiwoo carefully raises his arm and reaches out towards her body.

Shiwoo puts his hand on her waist, right above Mom’s butt.

When Shiwoo’s fingertips touch her waist, Mom flinches as her butt tenses and she jerks her body as if she’s startled.

Her voice, which had been singing along, slightly deviates from the note.

Mom turns her head and briefly looks behind her, and when she makes eye contact with Shiwoo, she quickly looks forward again as if she’s flustered.

Mom’s butt and waist were tense as if she was uncomfortable, but she continued to sing.

Even though Shiwoo’s fingertips were touching her butt in a way that pressed down on the upper part…

Mom is still singing along to the accompaniment playing from the machine, as if ignoring what Shiwoo is doing on the outside.

It seemed as if Mom was giving tacit approval or consent to Shiwoo checking her body, which wasn’t wearing underwear.

Shiwoo firmly straightens his index finger and puts it on one of Mom’s butt cheeks, where the soft curve begins.

Like he did on the subway last time, Shiwoo tried to draw a line on Mom’s butt with his finger to check if she was wearing underwear.

Shiwoo slowly cuts across one of Mom’s butt cheeks diagonally.

Shiwoo’s finger is drawn diagonally towards the outside of her thigh, following the curve of Mom’s voluminous butt, which has become tense.

He didn’t feel anything like the band line of underwear on his finger at all.

Just like last time, Mom isn’t wearing panties today either.

And just like last time, she was tolerating Shiwoo’s molestation in a public place.

Although it was a closed space…

While he was cutting through the flesh, the smooth flesh of her butt cheeks trembled and the pitch of Mom’s singing, which had been singing, wavered again.

Even in that situation, Mom was standing there covering a specific part of her breasts, wrapping the shoulder of one arm holding the microphone with her other arm.

Mom definitely didn’t seem to be wearing a bra either.

The red dog collar, which is a symbol of a slave, and Seehee’s apricot-colored long t-shirt.

And other than the shoes she was wearing on her feet, it seemed safe to say that Mom wasn’t wearing anything else on her body.

Mom was complaining and nagging at Shiwoo, expressing her annoyance with the actions and outfits that Shiwoo ordered her to do, but in fact, Mom was maintaining their master-slave relationship by following all of Shiwoo’s orders without breaking any of them.

Shiwoo feels that Mom’s contradictory attitude, which makes him worry a lot and makes him have unnecessary thoughts, is both annoying and, on the other hand, cute and even pitiful.

As if he had gained confidence, Shiwoo completely opens his palm and blatantly grabs one of Mom’s butt cheeks.

In that moment, Mom’s flesh shakes as if it’s rattling.

This time, Mom doesn’t look back and continues singing.

Shiwoo gently moves his hand in time with the song’s melody and rhythm.

Mom’s butt, which is covered by only one thin t-shirt fabric, was being caressed by Shiwoo’s soft touch.

Mom is now standing still without even moving her body to the rhythm, tensing up her butt as if she is nervous, and singing.

Shiwoo straightens his index finger and runs it from top to bottom over Mom’s butt crack on top of her clothes.

Mom’s t-shirt is buried along with Shiwoo’s index finger between the butt crack.

Shiwoo’s fingertip, which he had deeply poked in, touches Mom’s anus.

Mom’s plump butt cheeks, which are full of tension, press against Shiwoo’s finger.

Shiwoo gently rotates his index finger, which is inserted between Mom’s butt crack, from side to side and pulls it out.

Mom’s voice now had more breaths than notes.

Mom was putting so much strength into her butt that even after Shiwoo removed his finger, the t-shirt that had been buried between her butt cheeks was still stuck there.

‘Is this bitch just a masochist by nature?’

As soon as Shiwoo applied a little pressure and pushed, Mom was playing the role of a slave bitch, pretending not to notice, with none of the strong and scolding attitude she had shown until just now.

A sadistic instinct that seemed to surge from deep within his chest.

Shiwoo takes out his camera and takes a photo of Mom’s humiliating butt with the t-shirt stuck in it.

Click! Click! Click!

In the dark and flashy lighting, her butt, with the added flash of the smartphone, is captured on Shiwoo’s smartphone screen.

Each time the shutter sound rings out, her butt, with the t-shirt inserted between her butt cheeks, twitches.

With the t-shirt still stuck between her butt cheeks, Shiwoo lifts the bottom hem of the t-shirt.

The fleshy butt cheeks of the bottom part of the t-shirt stuck between her butt cheeks, and the dark and hairy crotch are exposed in all their glory.