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Rewrite the Past:

Author: MiracleBringer

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

I can't even control my body now, I'm drunk and staggering to and fro, walking treacherously as if I'm going to fall.

Thinking about the phone call I made before going to the stall made me angry.

So, I drank alcohol at a nearby stall.

If the summoned target was in front of me now, I thought that I would immediately kill him.

So, I drank alcohol again.

I drank myself to death so I couldn't win.

The year 2017, I am 45 years old this year.

I was released from prison two weeks ago.

I graduated from the Department of Business Administration at Seoul National University, and have several CPA and investment-related licenses.

I am a wealthy elite who earns over 1 billion won a year while running an investment advisory firm investing in real estate, stocks, and futures contracts from my 30s.

I also have a beautiful wife who graduated from music school.

But not children.

That's because my sperm count is very low and sperm movement is weak, so it's impossible to get pregnant.

Every procedure I performed to treat the problem cost me close to 10 million won, but in the end, the baby didn't come.

To get offspring, no food or medicine is said to be good for the body that I have never tried.

My wife also wants to have children, so she takes care of her body and exercises steadily, and her mother prepares her very hard by making herbal medicines for her every season.

My wife's parents didn't say anything either, but they seemed to expect it, constantly exerting subtle pressure on my wife.

The whole family wanted a child, but in the end, no one was born.

Still, it was a happy marriage.

She is very beautiful because my wife likes to take care of herself.

Since I made a lot of money, she keeps herself organized as a subscription member at a famous skin and hair care establishment in town, and she has worked out without missing a day at the gym.

And, my wife likes sex.

In short, she's the kind of woman who can't live without a cock.

Even when she was doing a blowjob she would take my cock deep down her throat and suck it, and during sex, she would demand all kinds of caring and positioning herself.

Even anal sex, he started it because he wanted to try it first.

I used to tease her every day, saying, "You are a woman who can't live a day without a man."

Because I also like raw sex, I am very satisfied with such a wife, and her married life is quite happy.

Except for one thing, no kids…

But the downfall was fleeting.

In 2008, i faced serious difficulties due to the global financial crisis caused by the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers.

Stock prices plummeted, and when the US dollar plunged in price, a large number of investments in dollar-based futures contracts fell without knowing the bottom.

Fortunately, all kinds of funds were raised and somehow the crisis passed.

After three years of hard work, the company managed to get back on track, but in 2011, there was an unprecedented downgrade of the US Credit rating, and when the dollar and stock prices plummeted again, 80% of invested funds were lost in one month.

Right now, everything happened in such a short amount of time that I couldn't prepare my hands.

I had pride in rebuilding the company for three years, but it turned into arrogance that made me overinvest.

I tried somehow to survive by pledging all the property I owned, such as my house and land, but… In the end, I failed.

Even his parents' house that I bought was confiscated as collateral and my funds were taken away, but I couldn't stop it.

Finally, in 2013, I filed for bankruptcy, and angry investors and creditors sued me.

I was summoned to the police and procuratorate for investigation, and in the end, in 2015, I was sentenced to two years in the first trial and held under court custody.

And, I was released two weeks ago.

While in prison, my wife divorced.

About 7 months after my arrest, the divorce papers came from my wife.

I said there would be no divorce, but since the arrest itself was the reason for the divorce, the divorce process was carried out through lawyers, and the divorce was obtained unilaterally.

I wrote and sent letters from prison, and called whenever I had time, but my wife didn't answer, nor did she answer the phone.

Before sending the divorce papers, my wife only visited me once to ask for a divorce.

After being released from prison, I kept calling her, asking her to meet me just once, and telling her I still loved her.

But my wife never met me.

I called beforehand and asked to meet.

My wife kept saying no she just told me to stop quickly.

Then, a male voice came through my wife's phone…

It seems my wife is already living with another man.

She is a woman who can't live a day without a man...

Hearing the man's voice, I helplessly hung up the phone and drank so much that I became a piece of cake.

There seems to be nothing left of me.

I feel betrayed and angry like crazy.

The stall owner stopped me from drinking again, and I had no choice but to leave the stall as if I had been kicked out.

Unable to walk properly, I staggered towards the house where my parents were.

Currently, I have nowhere to go, so I live with my parents.

I spent all my parents' fortune, so now they live in a 30-meter two-story basement in the corner of the district.

My elderly father, who is nearly 70 years old, recently applied for a public job at the district office and goes out to clean the streets every morning.

Since no money was coming in, and the eldest son had just been released from prison and drank only alcohol, he started working for a living even in his old age.

I unlocked the door and pressed the number pad, but I kept getting errors, probably because I was drunk.

Then a voice came from inside and someone opened the door.

This is my mom

I love my mom…

Even though it was past 2 in the morning, my mom must have been waiting for me.

"Why are you so late?"

"Why are you drinking so much?"

My mom asked and supported me with her sad face.

"It happened. I'm sorry mom."

I answered helplessly and sat down on the floor.

Immediately, he brought over a cup of cold water and gave it to me while my mom sat next to me.

"Isn't that very difficult? Are you okay? you will be fine. Mama believes in you."

After saying that, she caressed my face.

I couldn't say anything and looked at my mom and involuntarily shed tears.

"Don't cry my child, are you okay?"

As my mom wiped my tears with her hands, she continuously cared for my cheeks.

Even though I am over 40 years old, my mom still treats me like a child.

It was my mom who had an incredibly deep love for me since I was little.

Even though I have two younger siblings, she only gives me deeper care and love.

Even if I didn't eat even once because I had no appetite, my mom wouldn't leave me right away, asking where I was in pain with her worried face.

Thinking about it now, my mom's love for her eldest son was unusual.

My mom used to do anything for me.

However, my father's business went bankrupt, and after moving to Seoul, his financial situation became quite difficult to make a living.

Later, my mom's love for me only grew to such an extent that it looked like an obsession.

For my mom, my existence was a man she could trust and rely on, replacing my father, who was always out of the house because of work.

The eldest son, who was handsome, unusually tall, and also studied well under difficult circumstances, was the only idol, faith, and love my mom had.

I looked at my mom's face.

My mom, now sixty-four years old, was very beautiful, but now the corners of her eyes and forehead were wrinkled, and the sides of her eyes and the backs of her hands showed freckles of old age.

My mom's height is 165 cm.

She is quite tall for a woman her age.

She was so beautiful that the people in the factory were fascinated by her beauty.

She is in such a good shape that even after giving birth to three children, she maintains a sensual waistline.

She went to Seoul right after graduating from high school, and my mom got a job in a factory when she was only 18 years old.

That's how my mom met my father who was incompetent and suffered all her life, but eventually she grew old and suffered again because of her son…

Seeing my mom's dark-stained face looking at me as if she was crying, I suddenly remembered that I didn't even have a party for my mom's 60th birthday.

I've never held my mom's hand properly in my entire life.

I never said I loved her, and I never hugged her warmly.

Why do that? My mom was so devoted to me, so why did I never treat her well? why?

Maybe because of that summer incident…


Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Maybe because of that incident.

It was June, when I was 17 years old, in the early summer of my junior year in high school.

I've been very big since I was born.

To the extent that my mom almost died giving birth to me.

Even now, I am 188 cm tall, weigh 90 kg, and have a very strong physique.

At that time, when I was 17 years old, my height was already over 180 cm.

I recently entered middle school and the height I measured on my first physical exam was 181cm, and now, at 188cm, I am in my second year of middle school.

Maybe because I'm big, my stuff is cut in comparison to my peers.

I remember going to the bathroom with my dad during winter break before advancing to the sophomore year of high school, and when he saw my larger things, he laughed miserably.

My libido is also very strong, I've been masturbating since 5th grade.

When I was 13 years old, in 6th grade, my father's business went bankrupt and our family had to run away at night.

My father asked the driver of the big truck that brought the rice to Seoul to do a little cleaning, and we just took our books, divided them into two trucks, and headed to Seoul.

An acquaintance of my father introduced him to him, so we ended up living in a rooftop room in a 5-story commercial building in a corner of the district

There is a church on the left side of the 4th floor and a daycare center run by the church on the right side.

There is a shed on the left after going up the stairs to the roof, and there is a room that was freshly plastered, floored, and had a briquette boiler installed so the church could use it for meetings.

We were given one free room on the condition of cleaning the church, cleaning the bathrooms, and doing church cafeteria work.

When I opened the door and went out, there was a small stove, and on the other side was a door leading to the roof.

Since it wasn't a house, to begin with, I paneled the walls around the stove and remodeled it like a kitchen, and installed an oil burner, cupboards, and a large water bowl.

There was no faucet because of the kitchen, so I had to draw water from the bathroom on the 4th floor with a bucket to use it.

Since I was 13 years old, I have been in charge of fetching water.

I live in a very poor neighborhood where I have to lock the public bathroom door on the 4th floor at night when no one is there after the daycare center is over.

My father took us there and went to the construction site every day.

Because my father worked at a construction site while traveling to the provinces, he could only come home two or three times a month.

Since then, my mom has become lonely.

Every day, my mom would be called to where the church people worked, and she would do household chores and help with household chores.

That way, they would receive 10,000 won or 20,000 won, or get something to eat, like kimchi or other side dishes.

My mom had three young children, so she couldn't go to factories or restaurants, so she worked at other people's homes during the day.

My mom, who had worked in a wig factory when she was a child when there was no homework, took wigs and cut them at home.

She never thought about dressing up like buying clothes or putting on makeup.

There are many factories in the neighborhood, and give a few 1,000-won pieces to the women who work in the clothing factory and buy some of the cheapest clothes, like cheap skirts, and wear them.

My very beautiful mom did her hard work for her children like that.

That summer I turned 17…

Dad didn't come today.

My mom must be tired after working late into the night, so she left her bedside lamp on and slept next to me.

The order of sleeping in our single room is from the side of the door when you are there, father, mom, two younger siblings, and me.

It must be because the man seemed to be convinced by guarding the entrance.

After a short sleep, I woke up from the light of the bedside table.

It was a hot night because summer had just started.

The door is open, the window is open, but it's hot.

I sat and saw that my mom was sleeping.

However, the fluttering skirt was above her thighs, to the point that her panties were barely covered properly.

It was probably hot, so my mom went and slept.

I had a strong sexual desire for a long time, then without thinking I lifted my mom's skirt.

White cotton shorts caught my attention.

But I saw my mom's ass bulging.

Her thighs were sticking out so that her underwear could be pulled tight to cover her tucked stomach.

Unknowingly, my eyes widened.

My mom's protruding lump caught my attention.

Suddenly I felt a burning sensation in my throat.

I felt the same thirst I felt a few days ago when I saw a naked photo of a woman that my classmate brought to me.

In the late 1980s, there weren't as many opportunities to access erotic information as there wasn't the internet as it is today.

Once upon a time Don Juan novels were printed with strange titles, printed very messy on yellow paper, and sold quietly in shady places.

Still, it was a time when I had to fawn all over my friends to read it once and reverently read it several times with a pounding heart.

As I imagined the inside of my mom's panties, maybe because of the ridiculous image, I felt the urge to touch my mom's butt.

I lowered her skirt carefully over her stomach and shifted myself into a kneeling sitting position.

Leaning forward, I looked into my mom's face.

She looked so pretty in the lamplight when she was sleeping, probably tired.

I raised my head and looked in the direction where my little brothers were sleeping.

I feel weird for some reason.

The light from the pulpit strangely only shone on my mom and around me.

It was as if I had become the main character of the evening, and it was as if a stage had opened for me under this light.

I was enveloped in an atmosphere where I felt I could do anything.

As I lowered my head, my mom's full breasts caught my attention.

I tried to hold my mom's left breast secretly, but she was not wearing a bra because of the heat.

It was so nice to feel her soft breasts.

After kneading it a few times, I saw my mom's face once again.

My mom's lips caught my attention.

So I picked her up and kissed my mom lightly on the lips.

I love my mom, my mom is very beautiful...

One kiss makes me feel better.

And, the atmosphere is fun.

I woke up again and this time I stroked my mom's right breast several times.

She was tired and unresponsive.

But despite this joyful atmosphere, my stuff was already swelling up like it was about to explode.

With one hand I was carefully squeezing my mom's breast, and with the other, i started squeezing things in my panties, which started to burst and started to hurt a little.

After squeezing and feeling my mom's soft breasts for a few moments, I slowly brought my hand down my mom's panties.

I swallowed my saliva in my throat, and my hand, which was trembling weakly, covered everything from my mom's head to the entrance of the hole with my palm at once.

It feels right in the palm of my hand.

I put a bit of strength into my hand and squeezed it lightly.

I felt my fingers go a little.

The feeling of the plump and soft flesh in my palm was so ecstatic.

My object started getting angrier, and I had no choice but to keep rubbing it with my hands because it felt like it was going to break.

I'm usually a bit shy.

I'm the type of person who can't even speak loudly to others, always apologizes first, and is on guard for fear that someone else might say something.

But on that day, maybe because of my mood, I didn't hesitate to touch my mom's breasts and genitals.

I squeezed and opened my mom's genitals and vagina with force several times, then moved to my mom's breasts and rubbed her breasts.

Then back down and massage my mom's ass and pussy.

After a long time touching it alternately, it was time to touch my mom's genital area and pubic area.

It was sudden, so I felt ejaculate from the object.

My hand touched my mom's vagina and entered hard.

Then my fingers that had been holding my mom's genitals and genitals entered a little more.

It's exciting and fun.

But the joy is greater.

I couldn't stand it in the end, and I ejaculated into my underwear.

It was a feeling of immense joy that I had never felt before.

Cum seemed to be coming out at the end, and my panties were damp, making them wet.

In what remains of the climax, I lean forward and tremble, then look up as I draw in the breath I've been holding.

By the way, wasn't my mom looking at me with her head up and her mouth pursed?

I was surprised to see my mom's face when she opened her eyes.

My mom, who had cold eyes, looked alternately between her eyes and genitals.

I thought my heart would shrink when I saw my mom's eyes.

I was so ashamed and scared.

I didn't even put my shoes on, because I ran and ran to the bathroom on the 4th floor.

Even though I hid in the bathroom for a long time, I didn't hear my mom looking for me.

So, after washing my hands, I climbed back up carefully.

I couldn't get into the room, so I went to the roof.

I lay on the rooftop and looked up at the sky.

But strangely, I don't feel guilty.

I just think it's good.

But I thought, 'How am I going to see my mom's face tomorrow?'

I must have fallen asleep

Someone shook me to wake me up so I looked and it was my mom.

I jumped in surprise, unable to see my mom properly, just rolling my eyes.

"Hurry, eat, and go to school."

My mom said frankly, then she went inside without another word.

I thought I was going to be scolded, but when my mom didn't say anything, I started to feel anxious.

I couldn't even say 'I'm sorry' to my mom, I ate in silence and went to school.

From then on, my wanderings began.

Being shy, I never thought of touching my mom again, and I got caught doing weird things like looking under the girl's bathroom, getting beat up by my dad… I think I spent my school days quietly.

But I've been estranged from my mom ever since.

From then on, I stopped approaching my mom, avoided answering my mom's questions, and came home late because I didn't want to see her.

Even so, my mom was always very sincere to me.

However, I seem to be growing further away from my mom.

My mom must be okay with what happened that night.

It wasn't a big deal for her big son who had just hit puberty to touch her genital area, but she probably shouldn't be too nervous.

Besides, it would be better if the eldest son who she loved the most in this world showed interest in his mom.

Now that I think about it, my mom would show it to me even if I asked her to.

But, I'm not like that.

It would be fine if my mom said at least a word to me about it, but she was afraid that I would be awkward, so she calmly continued.

It must be the act of my mom watching over me.

However, as a 17-year-old teenager at the time, I thought it was because my mom was offended by what I did, and I felt even more guilty.

So, I became increasingly difficult with my mom and ended up avoiding my mom for some point.

Thus, now that I am over 40 years old, my mom has become awkward, and I have forgotten my mom's heart and life.

I suddenly remembered the day my mom came to my prison for my first visit.

When she saw me come in wearing a prison uniform, she punched the glass wall and said, "Oh, my son. What do I have to do? My dear." While doing so, I remember how she cried so hard.

As I was still wiping the tears from my face, seeing my mom caressing my cheek, the impossible thought, 'If only I could come back, I would be better for my mom'.

I am very sorry.

So I shed more tears.

However, my mom still stroked my cheek and said, "It's okay."

I staggered and got up slowly.

"Where are you going?"

My mom asked, following quickly near me.

"I'm frustrated, so I'm going to get some fresh air and come back."

I'm out the door again.

My mom was behind me, looking at me worriedly with a crying face, ready to follow me.

I turned away from my mom and went outside and looked up at the sky and took a cigarette from my trouser pocket.

I lit it, took a sip, and exhaled slowly, trudging along.

In my head, I kept thinking, 'If only I could go back to my childhood…'

After walking for a while, I arrived in front of a long staircase leading to the main street.

Standing at the end of the stairs, I looked up at the sky again and took a sip of a cigarette.

Suddenly, my eyes flashed, and my head started to spin and my body leaned forward.

'Eh? Eh? Why am I like this?'

I started rolling down the stairs.


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