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"Mom, let me help with dishes," Wooyoung hip checked Seonghwa out of the way. Seonghwa wiped off her soapy hands and put them on her hips.
"You've been at work all day, baby. Let me do the chores," she scoffed, trying to get him to move.
"You're tired. Go put your feet up. I'm fine," Wooyoung shook his head, not budging.
"Aish," Seonghwa tsked, but relented. Wooyoung was her most obstinate son and she knew better than to pick this battle.
Seonghwa loved her seven sons more than anything in the world. She'd given up her career to spend all of her time and care raising them while her husband received promotion after promotion. She'd been so happy. She thought she had it all.
And then, one day out of the blue while her husband was away on one of his many business trips, he sent her a text telling her that he'd fallen in love with one of his subordinates and he wasn't coming home. Overnight her whole world shattered. She still had some of her boys at home and she had no idea how to support them. She'd called her oldest two in hysterics, terrified of her children going homeless with no one to pay the mortgage. Instantly and without question, Hongjoong and Yunho had moved back home and insisted on taking care of the finances. And one by one, as her boys became men they all decided to stay and support her too. Her heart was so full of love for them. She always tried to urge them to go out and find girlfriends and move on with their life beyond her, but they always said they had a woman they loved in their lives and didn't need another. Not to mention with seven incomes in one household, they lived very well.
Seonghwa sat down on the couch next to Hongjoong as he flipped channels. "Did you not sleep well last night?" he asked, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Her sweet boy was so shy he never quite made eye contact with her, but he was always so observant. He shied away from physical touch, but he liked to show his love in other ways. He would bring home dinner if he could tell she was extra tired or overwhelmed, a bouquet or chocolates if she ever talked about feeling old or washed up, or he would run her a hot bath if she just seemed chilly.
"My sleeping pills worked like normal," Seonghwa sighed, leaning her head back against the cushions. "I've just been feeling more run down than normal. I'm sure it will pass."
"Maybe you should see a doctor," Hongjoong said, pulling out his phone. "I can find one for you if your normal one doesn't have any availability."
"I'm sure it's just fine, sweetie," Seonghwa chuckled at how overprotective her oldest was.
"But what if it's not. You should check," Hongjoong insisted.
"I'll go tomorrow," Seonghwa promised, placing a kiss on his temple. She giggled a the way he froze like a meerkat at the physical contact. "Thank you for caring for me."
"You should go to bed early too," Yunho said over the book he was reading.
"Which one of us is the mother?" Seonghwa teased her sons. "I swear it gets harder to tell by the day."
"You gave up everything to care for us," Hongjoong said, his face flushing as he looked down at his lap. "It's the least we can do to take care of you in return."
The next morning, Seonghwa sat in her doctor's office, fully expecting the tests he'd run to come back completely normal. Maybe change the dosage of her sleeping pills so she could get more restful sleep. Ever since her husband left her, she'd developed crippling insomnia. It felt so deeply wrong to sleep in an empty bed, a constant reminder of her husband's betrayal. So she'd been on an ever increasing dosage of sedatives just to rest at night.
"I guess congratulations are in order," her doctor said, looking over her results.
"For what?" Seonghwa laughed. "A clean bill of health?"
"Yes. And also you're pregnant."
Seonghwa laughed again, shaking her head. "That's not possible. You have my tests mixed up with someone else's."
"A woman your age does have reduced fertility, yes, but it hasn't reached zero yet. It's very possible," her doctor said patiently.
"No I mean I haven't had sex in years," Seonghwa explained back. "This is definitely a mistake."
"These tests are very accurate," her doctor said, a concerned look coming over his face. "And this does need to be taken seriously. The medication you're on causes birth defects so you need to be weaned off of it immediately."
"No, but you're not understanding me," Seonghwa pressed forward. "The test is wrong."
"You can retest if you want," her doctor said. "But I can't renew your prescription with your pregnancy on file."
"This is ridiculous," Seonghwa scoffed. "I'll get some tests from the drug store. Expect a message from me by tomorrow."
Seonghwa got a whole box of pregnancy tests on her way home, determined to prove her doctor wrong. And yet, she sat and stared them lined up across her sink. All of them positive. It just didn't make any sense. She must be some kind of medical anomaly.
And yet, she took her reduced dose of sleeping pills that night. Until they got to the bottom of this, she would just have to have restless nights.
She had more dreams than normal that night, all of them sexual. She must have been preoccupied by how long it had been since her last encounter as she went to bed. Her boys inquired about her health, but she told them that she was just simply tired. There was no reason to whip up a frenzy about something that wasn't happening.
The next night, she took an even smaller dose and her dreams became even more vivid. She could swear she could feel the cocks entering her body, the lips on her breasts, the taste of precum on her lips. She even came several times.
When she woke up, she stared at the ceiling. Maybe she should try dating again if sex was going to preoccupy her so much. She ran her hands up her body. She could swear she could still feel the phantom touch from her dreams. It was such a nice dream too. She'd gotten pregnant when she was just sixteen and her husband was twenty two and from there had a shotgun wedding. She'd never really gotten to explore or experiment with anyone who wasn't her husband. She didn't know where she got the idea of having so many hands on her at once, but she liked it. She didn't have an inkling of an idea how to make that happen in the real world, however.
She continued to be preoccupied as she made her boys breakfast and kissed them all goodbye on the way to work. Everyone except Hongjoong who dodged her lips every time. That didn't mean she would stop trying. She ran her errands and cleaned the house and made sure dinner was on the table by the time the boys all got home and felt completely exhausted by the time she sat down. She didn't want to admit it, but this was how she felt when she was pregnant with her boys.
"Still feeling tired?" Yunho asked, rubbing her shoulders as she sat back in her chair, Yeosang getting up to do the dishes without being asked.
"I have a follow up with my doctor next week," she said, letting out a deep breath as he dug into the stubborn knot in her shoulder. "We'll get to the bottom of it. I'm probably just getting old."
"You're not that old," Yunho scoffed, kissing her on the top of her head.
"I'm almost fifty," Seonghwa laughed, leaning back to look up at him.
"And you're going to live to be over a hundred," Yunho dismissed, tucking her slightly graying hair behind her ear. "You're not even halfway done yet."
"Aish," Seonghwa huffed. "I have been wondering if I should put myself out there again. Meet someone new. If anyone would even still want an old lady like me."
The kitchen went silent as her boys all turned to look at her. She glanced up in surprise, not expecting such a reaction. "We aren't enough for you?" Mingi asked, sounding actually offended.
"Oh babies, I didn't mean that," Seonghwa sat up, trying to reassure them. "You're all wonderful to me. There's just… certain things I need as a woman that you boys can't provide. You understand."
The room went dead silent again as they either looked down or glanced amongst themselves, most of them blushing. It wasn't like she wanted to bring up sex around her children, but they were all adults now and should understand where she was coming from. Or would they? None of them were exactly bringing anyone home. Something in her broke as she saw Hongjoong get up from where he was sitting at the table and walk out of the room. "We understand, Mom," Yunho said, clearly trying to cover for the awkwardness that fell over them. "We're just worried about you getting hurt again. Maybe we're a bit… too protective."
"You are," Seonghwa patted his hand on her shoulder. "But I won't do anything if you boys are uncomfortable with it. This is your house too and I won't bring someone into it you don't like."
"Well as long as you let us grill him first," Jongho said, crossing his arms over his broad chest and pouting. Seonghwa's heart melted. He may be nineteen now, but he would always be her baby boy. "We won't let anyone hurt our mom ever again."
"What did I do to deserve you boys," Seonghwa shook her head, getting up to give them all a firm kiss on the cheek, her lips quirking downward at her oldest's absence. "I'm going to turn in early tonight. I love you."
"I love you, Mom," San ran up to her to give her the biggest hug. She hugged him back tightly. How could she even think of needing anything else when she had everything she could ever want right here?
That night, she awoke to being jostled and the sound of voices around her. She tried to open her eyes, but to her panic, she couldn't. She could barely even move them behind her lids. Her limbs felt heavy and useless. She was on the lowest dose of her sedatives and it seemed they were keeping her body asleep even though her brain was well enough awake.
"Come on, bro. Either finish or pull out. I'm dying over here." Seonghwa's ears focused in on her sweet Mingi's voice, though was confused at his words.
"She twitched," Jongho said, his voice coming from right over her. "She doesn't normally twitch."
"No she does sometimes," Wooyoung said from right beside her head. "And she's been cumming like crazy the last few days. She's probably just feeling it. Stop worrying so much."
"Y-yeah ok," Jongho said nervously and Seonghwa would have gasped if she could. She felt something move inside her. Something hard and thick. She refused to believe she was actually awake as she heard her youngest son groan and pant as a cock pumped inside of her. She must still be having erotic dreams. She was just thinking of her sons as she went to sleep. This was a twisted combination her brain came up with. It was just a weird withdrawal side effect. But it felt so real.
She felt warm hands on her shoulders to keep her from jostling up the bed as Jongho's thrusts got harder and faster before he stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her. He buried his head in her chest as he caught his breath.
"Come on. Move. It's my turn," Mingi said, shoving his brother off of her.
"Give me a fucking second," Jongho huffed, his voice muffled in the pillow beside her.
Seonghwa's stomach swooped as she was suddenly flipped onto her front, her face pressed into the warm skin of a thigh. Just as Mingi grabbed her full hips and lifted them up in his strong grasp, her head was turned and the soft head of a cock was pressed against her lips.
"Go on, Mom. Open up," Wooyoung said softly as he eased her jaw open and fed his leaking cock past her lips. She didn't even have time to process that before she felt the biggest cock she'd ever felt slide into her in one thrust. Her body stayed completely limp and slack as she was penetrated on both ends by two of her sons, using her body for their own pleasure. She should feel sick and violated and horrified. But she didn't. She felt sorry she couldn't actually suck the cock thrusting against her tongue or rock back against her son's hips. They needed her to fill a need just as much as she needed her needs met and all she could do was lay here. How long had they been doing this? Did they do it every night? How long had they needed her and not said anything?
She tasted Wooyoung's cum as it coated her tongue. It was salty and bitter, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed hearing his pleased little moans as he jerked himself off into her slack mouth. She found herself enjoying herself quite a bit. She felt a deep pressure in her gut that her husband had never been able to reach as Mingi filled up every inch of her and then stretched her for more. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt the tip of his thumb dip between her ass cheeks, rubbing at her hole before pressing inside. "You sure we can't fuck her ass even once?" he complained.
"Trust me. You can feel that you've been fucked in the ass the next day," Wooyoung sighed, wiping off his softening member on her lips. "Just settle for her pussy."
"I'm not settling. I'm just asking," Mingi mumbled, pressing against her back as he thrust hard and deep at the perfect rhythm. She let out a puff of air as her body started to clench around him. Mingi's thrusts stuttered and he groaned as she came around him, her strong pulses thrumming through her core.
"Fuck she's cumming," Mingi groaned as he emptied himself into her. "Fuck that feels so good."
"She always cums when you fuck her," San laughed. "I think you're lying."
"I swear!" Mingi defended himself as he pulled his long cock out of her. "I felt her squeezing!"
"I'm sure she did," Yunho said, always the peacekeeper as she was gently turned back over. "Sannie, do you want her pussy next?"
"I want her tits this time," San said, straddling her chest.
"You always want her tits," Wooyoung scoffed.
"She has amazing tits," San shot back, squeezing her breasts together before sliding his cock between them. "Woo, can you make her kiss it?"
"Whatever," Wooyoung said before tilting her head up so San's cock nudged her lips every time he thrust up. She could taste his salty precum and it strangely made her crave more of it in her mouth. She tried to open her jaw, but to no avail.
"Yeosang. Do you want her pussy? It's open," Yunho offered, spreading her legs as she felt a glob of cum drip down to smear between her ass cheeks.
"I'm fine with her hand," Yeosang said timidly, picking up her warm, soft hand and wrapping it around his erection. She was surprised by how large it felt between her fingers. He wrapped his large hand around hers and slowly jerked himself off with it as Yunho knelt between her legs.
"Suit yourself," he said before helping himself to her pussy.
Seonghwa listened to them as three of her boys shared her unconscious body, knowing she was missing one of her sons. Had Hongjoong used her first and left before she woke up? Did he not participate like the others did. Was he not attracted to her? Did he dislike touch that much? She felt strangely sad that he wasn't there taking his pleasure from her like the others did.
Her mind was snapped back to reality as she felt herself cumming again, goosebumps spreading across her skin as pleasure pulsed through her body. Yunho fucked her in deep, satisfying thrusts just like Mingi had and it was driving her wild. "Is she cumming?" San asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, why?" Yunho answered nonchalantly.
"Her face twitched. It doesn't usually do that," San said, concerned. Though not concerned enough to stop fucking her tits.
"Her hand tightened too," Yeosang said.
"She did cum really hard," Yunho reassured his brothers. "Stop worrying so much. She's never woken up during this."
"I can't believe she wants to get a boyfriend," Wooyoung scoffed, holding her head steady as San came all over her face and chest.
"We'll just veto everyone she meets," Yunho said with complete confidence. "Her pussy gets plenty of action. She doesn't need some gross old man who doesn't know how to please her."
"I wish we could fuck her while she was awake," Yeosang said sadly, speeding up her hand as precum coated her fingers. "Or at least tell her we were doing this. Then she wouldn't think she needed anyone."
"It's better she doesn't know," Yunho said seriously. "For her own sake."
Yeosang's breaths turned harsh as he spilled himself all down her fingers, some of his cum landing on her cheek, the cutest little moans and whines escaping his lips. She felt a washcloth clean up the mess on her face and chest before Yunho lifted her hips off of the bed and really started to pound her. She felt her whole body pulse and thrum with the power in his hips as her tits bounced with every thrust. She couldn't believe she was nearing climax again. Her husband couldn't even reliably get her off once but her boys were going to get her there three times in one night?
"That feel good, Mom?" Yunho panted. "I can feel you twitching. You going to cum again? You like your son's cock that much? Come on. Squeeze it again for me."
"Gross," Jongho huffed.
"You couldn't even make her cum once today," San teased.
"You don't have to bring up that you're her son," Jongho complained. "It's weird."
"We are. And if that doesn't get you off then you can find someone who didn't push you out of her pussy to fuck," Yunho laughed. "We're just sending this package return to sender. See? Mom likes it too."
Seonghwa came hard enough for some of her muscles to come back online. Her back arced in his grasp as endorphins flooded her system, her vision whiting out behind her eyelids. "That's good, Mom. Keep cumming. I'm almost there," Yunho grunted, hammering into her.
She felt him cum so deep in her she could swear he was in her womb. The womb she was now certain actually contained a baby. One of her son's babies. She didn't know why that gave her so much peace, but it did.
She felt herself get cleaned and dried before being redressed in her pajamas and laid back on her side like she always slept. It took her moment after she was alone to open and close her fist. She could move again. She opened her eyes slowly, now sure she had actually been awake the whole time. It wasn't a dream. Her boys had impregnated her. She wished she could just pretend she didn't know and enjoy their company guilt free every night, but this needed to be said sooner than later. She felt a smile pull at her lips as she put a hand over her belly.
She was pregnant again. And one of the men she loved most in the whole world was the father. It didn't matter who. She would probably never check. They could all be the father. She felt giddy. She'd loved being pregnant and now she got to do it again. Her youth wasn't over. She could be a mother again.
She froze and stilled when she heard her door creak open slowly. Who was that? Was someone coming back for seconds? Should she let them know she was awake? Should she pretend to be asleep? She hadn't chosen fast enough before the covers were being pulled down and she was being rolled onto her back.
"Hi, Mom," Hongjoong breathed, tucking her hair behind her ear. Seonghwa did her very best to keep her breathing deep and even and her face relaxed. "I hope the others weren't too rough with you today. They should be more gentle when you're not feeling well."
Seonghwa could cry from the care coming from her son as he touched her softly, gently undressing her and running his warm fingertips over every inch of skin. "Good. They didn't leave marks," he sighed. He scratched a fleck of dried cum off of her breast with his fingernail with an annoyed huff. "They missed a spot," he muttered.
He guided her legs apart and pulled her lips open, checking inside. It took everything in her not to squirm as she felt her son's fingers plunge into her pussy, scooping whatever trace his brothers had left behind out. "I know you can't hear me, Mom," he whispered, laying down between her legs. "But try to push it out for me, ok? I'll clean you up."
She nearly jumped when he suctioned his mouth over her pussy and started licking and sucking over her hole. She couldn't stop the physical reaction as her muscles tensed and contracted. Hongjoong lapped up everything while rubbing the tip of his nose against her clit deliciously. His father had never eaten her out like that. She actually couldn't remember him eating her out at all.
She wanted to let go and enjoy it, but she had to channel all of her focus into not squeezing his head between her legs. She hoped he was occupied enough not to notice her eyebrows pinch together as another orgasm rolled through her, less intense, but still wonderful. It was easier to go boneless once the euphoria left her feeling loose and tingly.
She kept herself relaxed as he kissed around every inch of soft warm skin he could get his lips one. He pressed reverent kisses into her plush thighs, her pubic mound, her clit, before diving back in to make out sloppily with her pussy. It was clear he loved it as much as she did, but she also hoped he wasn't only planning on using his mouth tonight. Her son was so shy of intimacy, she wanted to feel him inside her most of all.
Once he'd eaten his fill of her, he kissed his way up her soft stomach, between her breasts until he reached her lips. He didn't hesitate before his warm, moist lips were on hers. She could smell herself on his breath, taste herself on his tongue. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and kiss him back, but she had to settle for letting him explore her slack mouth at his leisure. He had never even let her kiss him on the cheek. She never imagined he would be capable of something like this. Had he done this every night? Did he save his intimacy for when she was unaware? Why?
She kept her muscles relaxed as he reached down between them and let his cock slip inside her thoroughly used pussy. He slowly rolled his hips, savoring her body like a decadent meal. "Mom. I love you," Hongjoong whispered into her mouth. "Please don't date anyone else. I won't be able to take it. I love you so much. Just stay with me. I'll take care of you. I'll do anything you ask. Just love me instead."
She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around her boy and tell him she would always love him. That she would never need anyone else. She breathed slowly as her oldest son made love to her more passionately and intimately than her husband ever did. She felt so loved she could cry.
"Mom," Hongjoong moaned as he bucked his hips unexpectedly, nearly causing her to twitch before he ground his cock in as deep as he could get it and replaced his brother's loads with his own. "I love you," he whispered one last time as he cuddled on top of her, enjoying the skin on skin contact. It felt so comforting she almost fell asleep for real before he slowly and carefully rolled off of her.
He pushed her knees up and carefully pushed any cum that leaked out of her pussy back inside. Once he was sure it was safe, he lovingly got her dressed again and kissed her one last time on the lips before quietly leaving.
Seonghwa slowly opened her eyes and snaked a hand down between her legs, pushing her fingers inside to feel the evidence of what had just happened. Had she been carrying around Hongjoong's cum inside of her this whole time completely unaware? She didn't sleep that night, too preoccupied with her thoughts. She reached a hand out to the cold mattress beside her, wishing one of her boys had stayed.
The next night, Hongjoong brought home takeout since Seonghwa was significantly more tired than she had been the night before, though none of them knew why. As they finished up their meal she calmly pulled the positive pregnancy test out of her pocket and placed it in the middle of the table. The room went dead silent as they all stared at it like it was a live bomb. "So," she said, crossing her arms and looking around at them. "Which one of you boys would like to explain that?"