My Beautiful Wife – NTR

At this moment, Jihoon hadn’t yet wiped his bottom. His pajama bottoms hung at his knees, keeping him in a bent-over position, and his “not-yet-fully-developed” cock dangled between his legs, swaying gently with every nervous breath he took.

Slowly, the pile of bedsheets and old clothes slipped from Yumi’s hands and dropped onto the tiled floor with a soft thud.

Yumi finally snapped back to reality, letting out a quiet “Ah!” before quickly turning away.

“I… Mom… didn’t know you were… Lock the door next time, okay…” After stammering out these words, Yumi hurriedly opened the door and left.

What followed was the sight of Yumi’s flushed, flustered face.

The reason for all this was that Yumi had accidentally seen her adopted son’s penis.

It was also my first time seeing Jihoon’s penis, and it was unlike any other.

Even though it was completely soft, it was shockingly big. Perhaps due to racial differences, even flaccid, it looked dark and thick, incredibly fierce.

By my estimation, once erect, Jihoon’s penis would easily measure at least 20-25 centimeters. And this was before he was fully developed. If he were fully grown…

I couldn’t even imagine…

Yumi was initially stunned and dumbfounded. Perhaps it was the first time she had ever seen a cock that huge, or maybe its size had simply exceeded her comprehension.

Now I finally understood why she had sounded so sure last night.

My own cock, even when fully hard, wasn’t as big as Jihoon’s soft one.

She must have realized how massive it would get when it got hard. 

Having been “forced” to scrutinize Jihoon’s penis for so long, she must have replayed its image countless times in her mind.

Maybe it was the first time she had seen another man’s cock besides mine… and it belonged to a boy, yet it was enormous.

She probably never expected her adopted son’s dick to be bigger than her grown husband’s.

Some women have a secret worship for big cocks deep down. Maybe Yumi did too. At least I could feel it.

After seeing Jihoon’s cock, the way she looked at him changed. He was no longer just a kid in her eyes…he had become a real man.

That night when I fucked her from behind, Yumi could clearly tell the cock inside her wasn’t Jihoon’s because it was too small.

That was the real reason she said “Of course I knew it wasn’t Jihoon” with such confidence.

Of course, she would probably never explain that part to me.

Thinking back to how Yumi reacted after seeing Jihoon’s penis, the mother-son dynamic didn’t seem awkward at all. Instead, their bond felt even closer.

I’m certain seeing Jihoon’s penis stirred something deep within Yumi, changing her. What exactly shifted inside her, and how much, I couldn’t possibly know.

Moreover, I noticed something peculiar: I had never seen Jihoon masturbate or ejaculate. Most boys his age masturbate all the time, but Jihoon only touched his cock a few times and never actually stroked it. It felt off. Did he really not know how?

After watching the video and understanding the situation, I decided I had to intervene. I couldn’t let things continue like this.

But I couldn’t tell Yumi about the surveillance I’d installed at home. From now on, I’d have to spend more time at home myself, minimizing the moments Yumi and Jihoon were alone together.

While they could be alone at school, school wasn’t like home. At school, Yumi and Jihoon weren’t seen as mother and son, and with so many people around, I felt much more at ease there.

After the night Yumi almost got fucked, I stayed on high alert with Jihoon.

At home, I still upheld the outward appearance of a father-son relationship with him—showing concern where needed, offering care where appropriate—so Yumi wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

With all my experience dealing with people, I was sure the kid had already sensed my wariness and suspicion.

**

Time passed quietly. Before I knew it, another month had gone by.

During this period, I made a point of finishing all my work during the day, avoiding overtime whenever possible.

After work, I returned home promptly and turned down business trips whenever I could.

When trips were unavoidable, I requested my supervisor to send someone else, citing health reasons as my excuse.

Having worked at the company for so long, I was quite familiar with my superiors. So this month, I avoided business trips altogether, enjoying days free from constant travel.

The conflict I had with Yumi finally made her stop ignoring my feelings. While she continued to be kind to Jihoon, she also made sure I didn’t feel “wronged,” striving to keep things balanced.

Perhaps because I was home, that little rascal Jihoon stopped “acting up” and settled into sleeping peacefully on his own.

Yumi stayed with me every night, showering me with tenderness. Everything seemed to return to its original state.

The new member, Jihoon, appeared to be gradually integrating into the family, and both Yumi and I grew accustomed to his presence.

The only aspect that remained unchanged was that Jihoon still hadn’t called me “Dad.” He consistently referred to me as “Uncle.”

I didn’t press the issue, nor did Yumi force him, as such matters required Jihoon’s own willingness.

But this peaceful period didn’t last long.

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