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บท 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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บท 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.


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