Rewrite the Past

"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.