Hypnosis: Can pure love bloom with a stunning mom

After returning to the apartment parking lot where Mom’s car was parked, we all got out of Dad’s car and said our goodbyes.

“I’ll be coming up to the house next week, so keep that in mind. It’s not bad for the family to come down like this once in a while, even if it costs a bit.”

“You’re right. The weather was nice, and everything was perfect.”

I also smiled and waved goodbye to Dad as we sent him off.

Just like when I had taken the wheel earlier, Mom sat in the passenger seat while my sister settled into the back. My sister was already lying down, using a cushion as a pillow, ready to sleep.

‘Good~ You stupid girl! Just sleep and sprawl out! That’s how you help me!’

Looking at Mom in the passenger seat, my heart started racing again.

I couldn’t wait to hold Mom’s hand, knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties!

Just the thought of her being pantyless was so stimulating!

Mom felt like a lover completely under my control.

We left the apartment complex and entered the highway.

After getting on the northbound lane toward Alabama, I started driving at a steady speed.

Mom, perhaps feeling awkward about making eye contact with me, leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep.

After a while, my sister, who had been humming and muttering nonsense in the back seat, fell silent.

‘That girl falls asleep the moment she lies down!’

I reached out with my right hand and firmly grasped Mom’s hand.

Mom didn’t react, as if she were really asleep.

Why did Mom, with her eyes closed so demurely, look so elegant and beautiful?

And to think that the damp panties that had clung to her beautiful crotch were now in my pocket!

I let go of her hand and let my imagination run wild, thinking about what I’d do with Mom once we got home!

[Mom, you’re not off work yet, right? When are you finishing?]

I sent Mom a message as soon as my lecture ended.

I’d missed her all day, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened between us last weekend.

I expected a quick reply, but 20 minutes passed with no response.

The unread “1” on the message meant she hadn’t even checked it.

Was she really that busy, or was she avoiding me because I made her uncomfortable?

[I sent you a message. Aren’t you going to check it and reply? Do you want to get in trouble?]

I sent the message in a fit of irritation, and the anger in my words was palpable!

Another 20 minutes passed before Mom finally replied.

[I’ll be late today. Why? I’m really busy right now.]

[I have some free time. Should I come to your office? What time do you think you’ll finish?]

[Why would you come all the way here? I don’t even know when I’ll be done!]

[I just thought I’d drop by since I have time. Can you finish by 7? Let’s have dinner together.]

[I have a company dinner tonight! It’s not happening today.]

I could feel Mom stubbornly trying to avoid me.

‘Damn it! Just you wait!’

[Then just have dinner and leave early. I’ll be there by 8 and message you!]

[I told you, it’s not possible! It’s going to go much later than that.]

[Just leave in the middle of it! That’s what I’m saying! Anyway, I’ll be there by 8, so don’t be late, got it?]

[Why are you being so unreasonable? I said it’s not happening!]

[Stop making excuses and just wait and see! If you’re late, I’ll handle it! Finish whatever dinner or meeting you have by 8 and come to the parking lot! What floor did you park on?]

[The car’s on the third basement level, but it’s really tough for me! By then—]

[Got it. Finish by 8 and come down!]

Mom sent another message, but I didn’t even check it.

It was one-sided, but once I’d set the plan, my heart started racing again.

Even though I could see her at home, I was anxious because I didn’t know when my sister might barge in, and it would be hard to set the mood.

More importantly, I couldn’t wait until Mom got home!

Around 7, I went near Mom’s office, ate some kalguksu alone, and sent her a message at exactly 8.

[ Note: Kalguksu is a Korean noodle soup and my favorite]

[I’m at your office building right now. Come down to the third basement level quickly! If you’re late, you’re really going to get it! Got it?!]

Mom had read the message but didn’t reply.

I entered the building, took the elevator, and went down to the third basement level.

The parking lot was so vast that it was a hassle to find where she’d parked.

I stood by the entrance to the underground parking lot, waiting for the elevator to come down.

After a while, the elevator from the first floor started descending.

I had a gut feeling it was Mom.

Mom was the type who only listened when pushed hard.

The elevator doors opened, and sure enough, Mom stepped out, looking as beautiful as ever.

Her full makeup and two-piece office look were always sexy and stimulating!

“Why are you being so difficult? Today’s an important meeting day!”

Mom grumbled in an irritated voice.

“You can always go to another company dinner later!”

“It’s not just a simple dinner! You’re really making things hard for me, you know!”

Mom started whining again.

‘Damn it! Who’s she trying to hang out with now?’

Ignoring her, I grabbed Mom’s hand and walked toward the parking lot.

“Where’s the car?”

“I’m not telling you!”

Mom stood her ground, refusing to budge.

“Stop messing around! Seriously! Where is it?!”

“Oh my~ What kind of tone is that to use with your mom, really~”

“You keep nagging, so that’s why I’m like this! Where’s the car?!”

I shouted at the top of my lungs, my face completely twisted in anger!

“Oh my~ Oh my! You’re getting worse~”

Then Mom started walking to the right.

One more word of defiance, and I was ready to curse her out...

But Mom, sensing my anger, quickly changed her attitude.

She pressed the remote, and a “beep!” sounded from ahead. The headlights of Mom’s car flashed.

“You should’ve said so earlier instead of wasting time! Give me the keys! I’ll drive!”

“I... I was going to.”

Mom handed over the keys she was holding.

I got into the driver’s seat, and Mom plopped down in the passenger seat, looking completely defeated.

She didn’t dare complain, her face full of frustration.

Still, I felt a bit proud that she’d come at the time I’d demanded.

I grabbed Mom’s left hand with my right and interlocked our fingers.

Mom complied without resistance, though her expression was still sour.

“Stop making that face! Why are you frowning like that?!”

“Do I look like I’m not angry? I’m swamped with work, and you come here just to yell at me! Isn’t that too much?”

Mom started nagging, but I could feel her glancing at me, which I found oddly cute!

“How am I supposed to know who you’re trying to hang out with at that dinner? And it’s not like you can’t skip it! You’re overreacting! Did you have dinner?”

“I was in the middle of it, thanks to you, I mean, because of you!”

Mom had unconsciously called me “you” but quickly changed it to “because of you.”

I could sense Mom’s inner conflict.

Mom’s identity was clearly wavering when it came to me.

After all, she’d let me suck her nipples, kiss her, and even wet her jeans to the point of dripping with her juices!

Thinking about that made blood rush to my lower body, and desire surged.

I’d been thinking about Mom all day...

Mom wasn’t even looking at me, but I turned my face toward her, grabbed her cheek with my left hand, and covered her pouting lips with mine!

Without any buildup, I poured out the desire I’d been holding back, kissing Mom’s lips fiercely while grabbing her bulging ♥breasts♥ through her blouse with my left hand.

“Mmmph♡!”

Mom let out a short moan, caught off guard by the sudden attack.

Then, out of habit, she started pounding my shoulder with her right hand, struggling.

Her punches against my large, rigid frame felt so pitifully cute!

I completely ignored Mom’s resistance, continuing to kiss her as I pushed my wet tongue into her mouth.

“Mmmph! Ngh! Mmmph♡♥~”

Mom tried to say something, but her voice, muffled by my lips, came out as strange moans.

Now familiar with Mom’s ample breasts, I alternated between left and right, kneading them roughly.

I quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and slid my hand up from her lower abdomen toward her breasts.

Mom, who’d been prideful since we first met, started shaking her body violently, resisting again.

‘Damn it! She’s still messing around!’

I forced my left hand into the tight bra cup without unhooking it.

“Ouch!”

Mom let out another moan, this time mixed with pain.

This time, with my right hand around her waist, I pulled the back of her blouse out of her skirt and pushed it up, unhooking her bra.

The tight bra cups loosened, allowing me to fully push my hand in and grab her breast with my palm.

Instantly, Mom threw her head back, gasping for air as if she were about to pass out.