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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

"Ahh!!"

I jumped in surprise.

I think I had a scary dream.

Cold sweat broke out all over my body and was too hot.

'I must have rolled down the stairs, but where am I?'

'Am I dead?'

Several thoughts were running through my head at high speed.

I slowly looked around.

It was very dark all around.

A light like a lamp shone beside the bed.

I was sitting in a familiar yet unfamiliar room.

'Eh? Where the heck is this place?'

There is something strange.

When I slowly turned my head to the left, I saw a pair of white legs.

It looks like a woman's leg.

'Eh? What kind of woman is lying next to me?'

Her skirt looked soft rose just below her pubic area.

It was a thigh that looked extremely white and tender.

It looks like she's wearing white panties too.

I turned my head further to the left.

I could see the woman's face in the light.

Even though she looked a bit tired, her beauty was not obscured by her tired-looking face.

With every breath she took, her chest rose and fell.

For a moment, I had a strange idea that it was a very beautiful chest.

I stared at her face for a long time.

I couldn't immediately remember this woman, but this woman gave me a very familiar and friendly face.

As I stared closely at her face, tears suddenly welled in my eyes.

I remember…

This is the face of my dear mom.

I stared at my mom's face nonstop, crying over what happened before.

'I'm dreaming now. I thought about it before, and now I'm 17 and I saw my mom's face that summer night.'

I feel very missed and touched.

'I hope I don't wake up from my dream. I hope I don't return to that difficult life again.'

I glanced at my mom, who was still fast asleep.

Since it was summer, she was wearing a light blue, short-sleeved shirt, and her skirt still covered her privates.

White, slim, long sleeves…

Her calves were quite slender, though her thighs seemed a bit thick.

It seemed like she had put on a lot of weight, but her slender waist remained slim even after giving birth to three children…

The hip line that widens rapidly from the waist…

A few fine wrinkles around the eyes from a hard life…

However, those red lips and closed eyes were so beautiful.

When I was 17 years old, I didn't pay much attention to my mom's pretty face.

But as a 45-year-old middle-aged man, I unconsciously swallowed my saliva when I saw my mom sleeping.

When I think, 'Is my mom this pretty?' I remembered the old lady I saw earlier.

'How can this face be so pretty?'

It was a heartbreaking thought.

Tears flowed again.

Suddenly, my sleeping mom slowly opened her eyes.

And seeing me crying, she hastily got up from surprise.

"What's the problem? Why are you crying, Daniel?"

She came to me and stroked my face as she wiped my tears.

When my mom was small or when she was old, whenever I would cry, she would caress my face like this.

"Why? Did you have a scary dream? Or did you feel any hurt?"

My mom looked me in the face, but she was ready to follow me and cry.

Even though I cried, I laughed at my mom's appearance.

'As expected, she is my mom who only knows her eldest son.'

'Eh? Strange? It's a dream, but isn't my mom too realistic?'

I have a strange thought.

The dream was too vivid and realistic.

My mom still talks to me.

I stared blankly at my mom.

Then, suddenly, I saw my mom's white thighs.

Maybe because she was jumping, her skirt didn't come down and caught on her stomach.

Suddenly I thought, 'This is a dream.' I put my hand on my mom's thigh and stroke it gently.

It was slightly cold, and the soft texture tasted really good.

My mom didn't answer, she kept asking while still looking at me with worry in her face.

'Look at this, it's just a dream.' When I think of myself, I smirk.

My mom looked at me with strange eyes.

Suddenly, when I was 17 years old, I had a fond memory of that summer night.

My mom's breasts and vagina are so beautiful it's amazing…

I pushed my hand away from her thigh and put my hand in my mom's panties.

Then I squeezed my mom's vagina and groin with my palms.

Then my mom was surprised and slapped the back of my hand, then she brushed my hand.

"What are you doing?"

My mom glanced at me, but she didn't look too upset.

I smiled and looked at my mom.

"Anyway, this feels weird right now."

I felt pain when I hit the back of my hand.

'It's a dream, but can I feel the pain in a dream?'

I clenched my fist and hit my head hard.

'Ah! Hurt.'

'What?... This hurts, is this not a dream?'

'How could this happen?'

My mok looked at me in surprise and strange.

It was only natural that a boy who suddenly touched her genitals laughed and hit himself on the head with his fist must look strange…

"Why do that all of a sudden, Daniel?"

She hugged me tightly with a worried face as if he was going to cry at any moment.

I didn't say anything.

I do not know.

I can feel my mom crying.

My mom's heart sank when her eldest son, whom she loved dearly and who was more precious than her life, suddenly woke up crying and then started acting strangely by hitting himself on the head.

"Are you all right my child? Why are you like this, my dear?"

She cried and hugged me tighter.

Feeling my mom's love makes my heart swell.

"Are you okay? It's okay, Mom is here."

I grabbed my mom's shoulder and pulled myself from her embrace.

"Mom, I'm tired, so sleep. I need to pee for a second."

"Huh. Okay. Be careful."

I laid my mom back down, put on my shoes, and went out onto the roof.

I walked slowly along the roof railing and looked around.

Distant scenes from the past unfold again.

I stood there staring blankly at the old commercial apartment building on the side of the main road.

'I played a lot with the kids in the apartment's vacant lot.'

I laugh when I remember the thought of playing marbles and playing with the kids in the neighborhood.

Suddenly, the thought of cigarettes came to my mind.

But, now that I'm 17 years old, there's no way I can smoke.

'What the heck is this situation? How could this happen? Now if this were real. Will God grant my wish?'

The thought popped into my head, confusing me.

'Come to think of it, this situation is the situation when I was 17 years old. So what year is it? Is it 1990? Do I go back 28 years?'

Ever since I touched my mom's vagina when I was 17 years old, I have been estranged from my mom.

Because of my shy personality, I kept avoiding my mom, and even though she felt sorry for me, she was a mother who protected me with her love until the end.

After that, I led a double life, pretending to be innocent at home while smoking, drinking, and fighting outside.

It was a time when I lived without fear because I was 17 years old and taller than most adults.

'Maybe I started smoking this year, right?'

I suddenly remembered the first time I smoked.

It reminds me of hanging out at my friend's house and sharing cigarettes after my first-year final exams in high school.

'Sooner or later I will learn to smoke. It's probably at Caleb's house, right?'

Caleb has been my best friend since high school.

He was the only child raised by a single mother due to his father's early death.

He was short and wore big round black-rimmed glasses, but after we were in the same class in our second year of middle school, he followed me everywhere.

Luckily, we both attended the same high school and were in the same class in our first year.

His house is close enough to walk just a big block, and because I'm big and good at fighting, Caleb, who is small and dwarf, always wants to play just with me.

Since Caleb's mother was away at work during the day, Caleb's family, which was always alone, became a hiding place for both of us.

And since Caleb receives a lot of pocket money, he buys food well.

Even though Caleb was a kid, he was always a troublemaker.

He is a friend who is good at joking and exudes curiosity in advance, such as buying cigarettes to smoke.

That's how I started smoking with Caleb, and I, who was good at fighting, beat up kids from wealthy neighborhoods and threatened them to steal cigarettes for us.

Later, without even me going out, Caleb will fend for himself and take the kids' cigarettes.

"I played a lot with Caleb." And also we often fight together.'

Thinking of the past, I giggled and laughed to myself.

'Thinking about the past? Wouldn't that be around this time?'

I giggled and laughed to myself when someone put a hand on my shoulder.

Looking back, it was my mom.

She looked at me with a very worried face.

"Daniel, what's wrong? Why are you here?"

My mom asked carefully.

My mom's slightly sullen face is very beautiful.

It was so pretty that I wanted to hug it and bite it.

Moreover, her concern and love for me felt so strong.

An image of my mom, whom I had never known before, whom I had never even tried to know, appeared in my eyes.

Seeing a young mother through the eyes of an old middle-aged man is a fantasy.

Now she is 36 years old, she is in the middle of her career as a woman, at an interesting age.

It's just that she can't show off her beauty because she can't decorate it, but in my eyes, having lived for more than 40 years and experienced many women, my mom's appearance as a woman is a special charm.

"My mom is very beautiful."

When I saw the young and beautiful mom, my heart raced.

'Come to think of it, my mom is younger than me now.'

I approached my mom and hugged her tightly.

My mom in my memory was very small.

But maybe because I haven't fully grown yet, I can see my mom's face after bowing a little.

Well, I was 17 at the moment.

My mom hugged me and looked at me with a very curious expression on her face.

I kissed my mom on the lips.

"I love you, Mom. And thank you very much."

"Oh! Why suddenly become Mama's child and spoiled? What do you want?"

My mom looked at me with bunny eyes and joy.

"NO. Seeing my mom suddenly makes me feel so good. I love you, Mom."

I kept saying things to my mom that I had never said in my life before.

As if pondering the regrets of a past life…

Then, I kissed her lips again.

"Oh! Why is this person so rude? Doing all the things you wouldn't normally do." Even as she said, she hugged me tightly.

Her beloved son suddenly became friendly, her mood must be very good.

"Come on in and sleep. You will be late for school tomorrow."

"Yes. Mom goes in first. I have something to think about, so I'll wait a little longer and then go in."

"What do you think? If you have any problems, tell your mom. I will grant my child any wish."

"NO. I'll be in in a minute. It's because of the heat."

I laughed and let my mom go.

"I understand. Hurry in."

My mom looked back a few times at i steady pace and she entered.

Suddenly I'm so happy.

'Okay. Never disappoint my mom again. This is a heaven-given opportunity.'

Suddenly, I remembered the image of my mom who had just been in my arms.

My 36-year-old mom is very beautiful.

For some reason, my heart was pounding and a shiver ran through my body.

All memories of my current situation and all memories floating in my head disappeared, and only the image of my mom firmly filled my mind.

It was as if I had fallen in love at first sight with my young mom figure, only thoughts about my mom were in my head at the moment.

It's strange, but coming back from my 40s, I feel like my young mom was the woman I was meant to be.

My heart was pounding as if I had a heart disease.

'Why didn't I know before that my mom was so beautiful? I will make sure I have no more regrets. My dear mom, I must, of course, make you happy forever.'

As I became acutely aware of reality, I started organizing my thoughts about what I should do in the future.

I am a person who has lived 28 years into the future.

It feels like a big chance.

Moreover, I graduated from the Department of Business Administration at Seoul National University, and I am a person who invests in real estate and stocks as a business.

I look forward to the future, and my heart begins to pound.

After that, I was deep in thought for quite a long time and then entered the room.


Chapter 4: Chapter 4

When I woke up in the morning, my mom was already up and not beside me.

I smiled happily and stretched while lying down, but my lower legs felt heavy.

I slipped my hand into my underwear and tried to catch it.

It was fun catching a big, thick stick.

'Since my body is getting younger, I'm sure it responds well in the morning. Oh, I feel proud of it.'

While massaging the things that had become hard for a while and touching my young body, I became curious about my younger siblings.

Looking to the side, my younger siblings were still dreaming.

I quietly approached and looked at my younger siblings' faces.

My younger sister Lily is now in the first year of middle school, and my younger brother Dylan is in the sixth grade... For some reason, they both looked friendly and cute.

I used to struggle a lot with my little sister Lily's behavior.

No matter what I tried to do or where I went, my sister always tried to imitate and follow me.

I used to ignore my sister ignorantly because it bothered me before.

Dylan, the youngest, was seriously ill when he was younger, to the point that he went to the hospital every day.

So while my height is 188cm and my younger sister is 170cm, the youngest only grew to 173cm.

Being the youngest, he was always sick. Out of pity and maybe because I'm a boy, so I always looked after my youngest brother.

As a result, my little sister, Lily, always followed us around to snuggle between her brothers.

She even tried to follow me when I went to meet my friends, so I left her in the alley and ran away.

Now that I think about it, it seems like Lily likes me her brother who is good at studying, tall, and good at fighting.

So she wanted to be with me like that, but I was bothered by that.

My younger sister, who had always been neglected by me and cried, started yelling and arguing with me after she entered middle school, and I neglected her again.

As a result, the relationship between the two of us got worse and worse, and from then on, she started to become an enemy toward me.

After she got married later, the two of us were completely estranged, even after hearing the news that I was in prison, she never came to visit me.

'Oh, Lily, this little one. She's sleeping well after making her brother feel bad earlier.'

She was quite tall for a first-year middle school student, but she was skinny even so Lily was still very cute.

Wearing shorts and a short-sleeved t-shirt with pink characters on her face, she slept with the blanket covering her head.

She was sleeping like a child, a cute girl.

'Will this young and cute creature become a stunning woman after giving birth to two children?'

When I thought of my sister, Lily, who gave birth to two children in the future, I laughed at the strange sense of nostalgia.

Dylan, the youngest, was lying on his side and sleeping, I also looked at him.

When I saw the cute Dylan sleeping curled up, my heart felt tight.

He liked me so much that he went to Seoul National University, and although he was accepted into the architecture department at the University, he quit college and worked in a printing press because his family was in a difficult situation and it was hard to pay for college at the same time as me.

Although he was married and had a son, when I was in prison, he visited me once every two weeks and gave me pocket money even amid his difficult circumstances.

When I made a lot of money working at an investment company, he never contacted me, but he was the one who gave me 1 million won as pocket money after I got out of prison.

My dear youngest brother, Dylan, who I always put on my arm pillow to sleep since I was little.

Now that I think about it, even though I used to ignore them, it seems like my younger siblings regard me as their idol.

'Now, you two will never suffer. I'm responsible for all of you.'

I made up my mind and walked out. When I went out to the kitchen, my mom was preparing the side dishes for our lunch.

She was frying anchovies in a small pot on an oil stove in one corner of the narrow kitchen.

Not the right height for squatting, my mom gathered her skirt and tucked it between her legs, pressed her butt against the door, and vibrated her body with her hands and spoon.

It strangely stimulated me as the panty line protruded on her ass sticking out from behind.

It's natural for a normal guy in my teenage years who still doesn't know how to look good, to ignore a beautiful 30-something mature woman like my mom compared to pretty girls my age.

However, I was only a teenager in stature, but my eyes and mind were those of a middle-aged man in his 40s and very experienced.

When I saw the back of my mom, a woman in her thirties, who was already ripe, I involuntarily swallowed and looked at her with admiration.

My mom is the woman with the beautiful back in front of me right now.

The same thing happened last night, and then, strangely, she looked more like a young woman than a mother, and I didn't find it strange.

It was a strange difference.

It was probably a phenomenon that arose from the sense of the gap between memory and reality when the mind of a 40-year-old enters the body of a teenager.

I went to My mom and gave her a gentle hug from behind.

"Good morning Mom. You've been struggling since morning. Thank you. And I love you."

I gave my mom a light kiss on the cheek.

"Eh? Eh. Is my son awake?"

My mom gave an awkward smile.

It was so cute and pretty.

'My mom also has a cute and adorable side like this.'

Hugging my mom from behind made my stuff hard again.

My current body is a 17-year-old body.

This is the age where you automatically get an erection in the morning and an erection just by touching her.

But carrying an attractive mother from behind, it was natural for me to have an erection even more.

I gently pressed the object against my mom's ass and applied a little pressure.

My mom gasped, then turned her left hand and patted my ass while telling me to go and take a shower.

After giving my mom another kiss on the cheek, I went downstairs to the bathroom.

After breakfast and packing lunch, I hugged my mom tightly, kissed her on the cheek, and went downstairs.

It was nice to see her cheeks blush even though she was shy.

My little sister, Lily, saw us like that and said, "Hi, what are you doing?" She let out a foul and suspicious smile.

"It's secret and embarrassing." I just smiled at her and walked on.

I left the building and took Dylan to school, and it felt new walking down the old memory lane after so long.

I remember every shop, stationery, etc. that I saw around the street, and I couldn't help but smile widely.

When I entered the classroom, there were familiar faces that I had never seen before.

Caleb, James, etc. I saw the friendly friends who were close to me and who led me to the path of corruption before.

I saw my friends before and was going to see them again today, but I lost contact with them after entering university, so I didn't see them for more than 20 years.

When I saw my previous friends, especially when i saw Caleb, my emotions seemed to rise inexplicably.

Now, I was only in my first year of high school, but seeing Caleb in such a tacky outfit and hairstyle made me laugh.

'Children are too young and immature to face the world.'

I sat up, looked at the other kids, and smiled.

"Hey! Daniel, what are you doing? Why are you laughing all of a sudden?

Caleb, who was talking about the comic book he read yesterday, asked me.

"NO. I suddenly remembered something funny."

Caleb returned to his seat as if he saw something he couldn't see when he saw me smile.

The class I took after a long time was fun.

I already knew everything about it, but I felt something different when I opened the textbook and listened to the teacher's class.

'Is the English teacher's pronunciation really like that?'

From my perspective, after graduating from Seoul National University and going to the United States, my high school English teacher's pronunciation was terrible.

I don't know if it's because I've been through all that, and I know, but I could see the skills of not only my English teacher but also teachers of other subjects at a glance.

The classes were so easy that they felt bland.

There were teachers I liked and teachers I hated, but when I met them again today, somehow they all looked friendly in my eyes.

Warm because I liked the good teachers, and the teachers I hated were also warm because they were memories of the past.

Because this was the life I was living once again, so everything felt familiar yet new.

After class, Caleb asked me to go to his house.

But now I wasn't the person I used to be.

For some reason, I wanted to rush home and see my mom.

"Not today. I have to go home early."

I resisted Caleb's temptation and went home, but my mom wasn't home.

I guess she went to work somewhere else.

Dylan came back after a while after spending some time at the playground, and then Lily came.

I started bathing my younger siblings and making them study.

My younger sister, Lily, usually couldn't learn and needed my help.

In my memory, she was the child I used to help study until middle school.

While my younger brother, Dylan, was a good learner, I remember that after I taught him about martial arts, he became more addicted than me and couldn't study anymore after that.

Now I feel that I have to make my younger siblings successful.

And he was sure of it.

Because I already know my little brother's fate...

I took care of my brother's homework, and I also easily completed my homework.

I already knew differential and integral calculus, and I scored high on the Test of English for International Communication and the Test of English as a Foreign Language.

Just skimming the contents of the first year of middle school gave me an idea of the answers I needed.

After some time, my mom came home after work.

When she saw us so different from usual, she was surprised and then smiled and was happy.

After I finished my homework, I played with my younger siblings on the roof until dinner arrived.

Today, I deliberately invited Lily to play.

Lily liked it so much when I asked her to play this time that she was a little surprised.

I usually always play with Dylan and ignore her, but today, for some reason, her brother I asked her to play with me, so obviously Lily must have been very excited.

However, it wasn't much fun to play again in middle age, which used to be a lot of fun when I was younger.

So I told my younger siblings to play and I went to my room.

After a while, my younger sister also came in.

That was because Lily had to go to the daycare center downstairs to study piano.

At my mom's request, the director of the daycare center, who was a deacon at her church, taught Lily piano during her free time after the daycare center was over.

Lily must have been disappointed that she couldn't play with me.

My mom put on her home clothes and started preparing dinner for all of us.

The fan was on, but there were a few drops of sweat on the bridge of my mom's nose, probably from being under the hot light of the lamp.

I felt sorry for my mom who looked like that.

"Are you tired, Mom? Just wait a moment. I'll give you a lot of money soon."

I walked over to my mom.

My mom smiled and said, "Okay, quickly get a lot of money and make this mom feel good."

I went behind my mom and massaged her shoulders.

"Ooh, that's cool. My son is filial."

I smiled as my mom stopped her hands that were weaving for her work.

"I can't, Mom. My mom's shoulders are too tight. Lie down for a while."

I laid my mom on her stomach and began to gently massage her shoulders.

Starting from her shoulders, I moved slowly towards her arms, back, sides, and waist.

My mom let out a faint moan as if she liked what I was doing.

Without thinking, I started massaging my mom, but the sly middle-aged man inside me stroked her faintly.

Once again, a strange sense of separation developed between my mom and me, and I was a little excited by the feeling of female flesh in my hands.

I climbed onto my mom's hip and sat down.

Slowly, I massaged her waist and sides.

As I squeezed her slightly fleshy waist, the feeling of soft flesh excited me even more.

I squeezed her side and then pushed my open hand into her armpit as if to sweep.

My fingertips caught my mom's breasts.

I liked the feel of her soft breasts.

After fingering a few more times to feel her breasts, I turned around on my mom's hips in the opposite direction.

I started by massaging and sweeping my mom's ankles and calves.

After feeling the smoothness of her calves, I slowly slipped my hands under her skirt and moved them toward her thighs.

My mom's body jerked as the back of her knees was vigorously stimulated.

I pressed my hand close to her thigh and came up with a strong kneading.

The feeling of the flesh on the inside of her thigh that was soft and wrapped around my hand made me tremble.

I put my thumb on the inside of my mom's thigh and stimulated it vigorously.

My mom's body trembled.

As I moved up to the groin area, I felt a warm feeling on the inside of my thigh.

Turning around again, I sat on her thighs and grabbed my mom's hips.

My mom's hips were bigger than I thought for her figure.

Their incredible elasticity and softness were indescribable.

I began to vigorously rub the hole on the outside of her ass with the thick part of my palm.

My mom's body shook again.

"That's enough for now. My son must be having a hard time. Thank you." She was about to wake up.

As I lay forward, I pushed my object into the valley of my mom's ass.

Then, I put my hand between my mom's armpits and cupped her breasts.

"Oh! Why are you like this?"

"My mom's breasts are so soft."

I smiled slyly and rubbed my mom's breasts.

"It's hot, get out of the way." While saying this, my mom wiggled her body.

"Mom, how does it feel like I'm massaging you? Is it fun?" While doing so, I exerted force on the thing stuck in her ass.

"Okay. It was fun. You are very good at massaging, where did you learn it?

"I learned it from somewhere, but since I thought I was doing it for my beloved mom, I worked hard." I continued while massaging her breasts.

Worried that my mom would get angry if I waited any longer, I got up and slapped her ass hard.

My mom also got up, but her face was beautifully flushed.


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