Massage (Mom, Seonju, Gyuri)

26

“It’s not just because of Shi-woo, but Se-young is also at home!”

Mom, glancing at Shi-woo sitting on the living room sofa, used young Se-young as an excuse.

“If Noona only knew, Se-young also comes to our house, dresses comfortably, and has fun before leaving, you know?”

This was the first time Shi-woo had heard about Se-young at Imo’s house.

This argument started because Mom scolded Se-hee Noona for wearing clothes that showed her underwear, so Shi-woo thought that if she said it was comfortable, she was definitely talking about underwear.

“What? Geez, didn’t I tell you not to teach the kids weird things?!”

Mom, hearing that for the first time, seemed pissed and scolded Imo.

“Weird things? Se-young and Se-hee are both my nieces, so it’s okay for close family to be like that! Isn’t Noona the weird one for saying it’s weird?”

Normally, this would have ended with the usual “we can’t communicate” attitude, but after a few drinks, both Mom and Seon-ju Imo stubbornly continued their arguments without backing down.

“Then, do you think Shi-woo could be comfortable at your house like that?”

Mom, provoked by Imo, ended up dragging Shi-woo into it.

“He can be comfortable, why not? I don’t mind?”

Seon-ju Imo confidently insisted she didn’t mind.

“What?! Ha, geez… Shi-woo is uncomfortable too!”

Annoyed by Imo’s confidence, Mom emptied her glass in one go.

In the end, what Mom wanted to say was related to Shi-woo’s erection.

She was embarrassed to say it directly in front of Shi-woo and was beating around the bush, but Seon-ju Imo seemed to be teasing Mom, knowing all this, which upset her.

“Then, we can just ask Shi-woo, right~?”

“What?”

“Isn’t it a problem that Shi-woo can decide?”

“It’s not that kind of problem! Geez.”

Mom looked at Shi-woo, troubled.

“Shi-woo, what do you think?”

Seon-ju Imo, looking back at Shi-woo sitting on the sofa listening to the conversation, asked playfully.

“About what?”

Shi-woo replied, pretending not to know.

“If you saw your Mom walking around the house in just her underwear, would you be uncomfortable?”

“No, I think I’d like it?”

Shi-woo was embarrassed by Seon-ju Imo’s question, but just like Mom had agreed to give Se-hee Noona her allowance back because of Shi-woo’s request(?), he answered with the hope that his words might somehow bring back the old dress code at home.

“See~! Shi-woo likes it too, right?”

Satisfied with Shi-woo’s answer, Imo smiled brightly and said to Mom.

“Haa~ This isn’t a matter of liking or not!”

Mom, despite Shi-woo’s words, wanted to maintain the rules of the house until the end.

“Tsk~ You’re really stubborn~!!”

Seon-ju Imo sighed and shook her head as if giving up, since Mom wouldn’t listen even after all this.

“What about Gyu-ri Unnie’s house? Does Cheol-jin also wear all his clothes at home?”

Seon-ju Imo asked Gyu-ri Ajumma, who was drinking alone without joining the conversation.

“Cheol-jin does whatever he wants. Usually, it’s just me and him at home, so he wears what he wants, takes off what he wants, and sometimes he walks around without panties, you know?”

Gyu-ri Ajumma answered calmly to Seon-ju Imo’s question.

Shi-woo was a little envious of Cheol-jin after hearing Gyu-ri Ajumma’s words.

Until a year ago, Shi-woo lived no differently from Cheol-jin’s house.

“Oh my, I want to see that? Keu keuk.”

Imo’s playful reaction.

The moms’ chatter continued for a while.

**

Around 2 PM

“Aigoo~ My body feels stiff. Should I get a massage from Shi-woo for the first time in a while?”

Seon-ju Imo, as the moms’ chatter was nearing its end, got up, stretched her arms and legs, and looked at Shi-woo.

“Tell your own daughter to do it! Why are you trying to make someone else’s son work?”

Mom, a little drunk, became harsh in her tone.

“What fun is there in getting it from Soo-ah? It’s nice to feel a man’s touch once in a while at times like this, heehee, right Shi-woo~?!”

Imo, also drunk, made an Ajumma-like joke and approached the living room sofa where Shi-woo was.

“Ah, then I’ll make a reservation for the next turn~!”

Gyu-ri Ajumma naturally joined in.

“Aigoo~ Gyu-ri, why are you like this too?”

Mom shook her head and drank more alcohol.

“People who know what your Mom was like before she got married wouldn’t even imagine her acting like this now.”

Seon-ju Imo, lying face down on the sofa, said playfully as if wanting to be overheard.

“Wait a minute!!! Seon-ju, what are you suddenly saying in front of the kid?”

Mom, who was sitting at the table next to Gyu-ri Ajumma and looking at Shi-woo, suddenly became genuinely flustered and lashed out at Imo.

“Should I tell Shi-woo everything?!”

Imo was playfully teasing Mom as if she was drunk and being mean.

“Hey, stop it! I’m really going to get angry?!”

Mom stopped Imo a little seriously.

Shi-woo, seeing Imo’s words and Mom’s reaction, became curious about what Mom was like before she got married.

The Mom he usually saw at home was a virtuous and wise mother devoted to her family – who also nagged a lot.

But Shi-woo had already seen Mom’s lewd side at night several times.

-Waiting for Shi-woo’s molestation and leaking a lot of water-

Shi-woo thought that even if he found out about Mom’s unexpected side before marriage, he wouldn’t be too surprised.

**

Shi-woo climbed onto Seon-ju Imo’s back, who was lying on the sofa, put his hands on her shoulders, and started massaging.

Imo was wearing a sleeveless dress with a slightly low-cut chest and back, so the soft and smooth bare skin of her back and shoulders was directly felt by Shi-woo’s hands.

Mom and Gyu-ri Imo were sitting side by side on the dining table chairs, watching Shi-woo massaging Seon-ju Imo.

Shi-woo felt for a moment as if he had become an actor on a stage.

-Playing the role of a sexy character who massages and seduces Imo-

Feeling the gazes of the two and the sensation of Seon-ju Imo’s skin on his hands, Shi-woo’s thing seemed to be slowly gaining strength.

Shi-woo didn’t know where he got the courage, but when he massaged Seon-ju Imo’s shoulders and back, he mixed in a slightly caressing feeling.

The thought of showing the massage he was giving Imo directly to Mom and Gyu-ri Ajumma, who he was sexually interacting with.

And the expectation(?) that the moms were all drunk and wouldn’t remember what was happening today, allowed him to act a little bolder.

As he was stroking Imo’s waist in that way,

“Shi-woo, you’re good at massaging softly? Imo feels relaxed and sleepy,”

Imo’s voice, sounding weak, was heard.

“Really?”

Shi-woo replied simply.

“Yeah, can you do that a little more?”

Imo seemed to have completely entrusted her body to Shi-woo’s hands and was thinking of falling asleep.

Shi-woo gained confidence.

The touch that Shi-woo was giving Seon-ju Imo had now changed to a feeling of touch that was ambiguous between caress and massage.

When Shi-woo stroked Seon-ju Imo’s side with his hand, the tips of his fingers were barely touching the side of her chest.

It was a scene that Se-hee Noona or Se-young might find strange if they came out and saw it.

But neither Mom, Gyu-ri Ajumma, nor even Seon-ju Imo stopped or dissuaded Shi-woo.

Shi-woo’s thing was now so hard that it was difficult for Mom and Gyu-ri Ajumma to ignore.

Shi-woo went down to Seon-ju Imo’s calves, repositioned himself, and gently stroked Imo’s waist, the side of her buttocks, and her thighs with his hands.

Shi-woo repeated those sexy hand movements, which could be called a massage in his own way, for a long time.

“Are you using the eye mask well?”

“Yeah… I think I’ve been sleeping well these days thanks to it.”

Gyu-ri Ajumma and Mom exchanged words as if they were awkward with each other.

“That’s good. I’m home a lot, so use it as much as you need and give it back to me.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Is Se-young still doing that at night?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll have to keep an eye on her for a while.”

The awkward conversation continued and was repeated.

-Mainly Gyu-ri Ajumma asking questions and Mom answering-

Shi-woo seemed to get more excited listening to that conversation between Mom and Gyu-ri Ajumma.

Shi-woo caressed Imo like that for a long time and then took his hands off.

Imo had already fallen asleep, lying face down and just snoring softly without saying a word.

**

“Gyu-ri Ajumma, would you like to lie down here? It’s Ajumma’s turn now.”

Shi-woo pointed to the carpet on the living room floor and called Gyu-ri Ajumma.

“Ugh… okay…”

Gyu-ri Ajumma looked at Mom’s expression and awkwardly got up and walked to the spot Shi-woo pointed to.

Mom seemed to be avoiding Gyu-ri Ajumma’s gaze and went into the kitchen, saying she should do the dishes.

Gyu-ri Ajumma seemed to not understand this situation well.

Even if she was drunk, her son was groping Imo’s body with an erection, but Mom had no reaction.

And her friend was about to have the same thing happen to her by her son, but she pretended not to notice and moved away.

-Mom’s attitude was so different from when she had an argument with Seon-ju Imo about whether or not to wear underwear at home earlier-