The front door creaked open with a soft click.
It was almost midnight. I was half-asleep on the couch when the sound stirred me.
Groggy, I turned toward the entrance.
The door opened slowly, and my mother stumbled inside.
Still in her black dress from tonight's wrap party, she kicked off her heels without bothering to aim and leaned against the wall for balance.
Her handbag slipped off her shoulder and hit the floor.
"Woojin... you're still awake?" she slurred.
She barely got the words out.
I stood up and walked over. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her eyes looked distant. The smell of alcohol clung to her, laced with the soft scent of her perfume.
"...Are you drunk?"
"Mmm... maybe a little~"
She smiled vaguely, swaying in place.
"You should've called. I would've come down."
"You're such a good boy... Always taking care of Mommy~"
"Don't say it like that."
"Hehe... but it's true."
I stepped forward to steady her as she leaned too far to one side. She collapsed against my chest, clinging to me loosely.
Her breath was warm on my neck, her words barely coherent.
"Let's get you to bed before you pass out right here."
"Wait… wait. Let me sit for a sec."
She slumped down onto the shoe bench near the door, legs slightly parted, dress riding up far more than it should have.
I looked away and sighed.
"Want water?"
"Yeshhh~"
I grabbed a bottle from the fridge and handed it to her.
She took a sip and promptly spilled half of it down her front.
"Oops~"
"You're hopeless."
I crouched and dabbed the water off her collarbone with a towel.
Her skin was flushed and hot.
I swallowed hard.
"...Alright. Time for bed."
"Hmph... bossy~"
"No arguments. Come on."
I helped her up, her arm slung over my shoulder. She giggled as if it were all a game.
And once again, I caught that scen, her perfume, the alcohol, the faint warmth of her skin.
She leaned into me like a lover, not a mother.
"You can't walk straight."
"That's why I have you~"
I ignored the lump in my throat and guided her toward her bedroom. Every step she took pressed her body more firmly against mine.
The house was silent. Thankfully, no one else seemed to be awake.
At least, I thought so.
Once inside her room, she collapsed backward onto the bed, legs stretched out, head thrown back.
"Finallyyy..."
Her dress clung to her in all the wrong ways. I glanced down, then looked away.
"Mom, lie down properly."
"Carry me~"
"You serious?"
But she just giggled again.
I sighed and knelt beside her, lifting her gently and easing her back into the pillows.
Her chest rose and fell steadily, the neckline of her dress dangerously low.
She looked so… peaceful.
So vulnerable.
Even in her forties, Mom had a body that could put women half her age to shame. Years of discipline and effort had preserved her curves. And now, here she was, lying in front of me like this.
Passed out.
Exposed.
My eyes lingered.
The soft line of her throat.
The dip of her collarbone.
The outline of her breasts under the tight dress.
The curve of her thighs, pale and smooth beneath the hiked-up skirt.
Before I knew, my cock was already rock-hard. making a prominent tent in my pants.
My hand reached out without permission.
My palm hovered above her chest, then gently settled.
There was no reaction from her.
My fingers sank deeper into her soft, plump breasts, even through the bra.
still no reactions, she was completely still.
My gaze dropped lower. The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough that just a bit more would reveal her panties.
Just a little more...
If I slid it up, I'd see...