〈 Episode 2 〉 Friend’s Mom Jung-A (2)
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“Hey. Jeong Dong-ho. Can’t you hear me? What are you doing with a picture of my mom?”
Seong-dae was glaring at me alternately with his trademark frown and his phone.
“Huh? What did you say?”
For a moment, I felt that telling the truth would not be a good idea.
For some reason, I sensed that if Seong-dae knew I was texting with his mom, he would get mad.
‘Your mom contacted me first!’ I shouted the truth inside, wanting to explain.
“Isn’t that my mom’s KakaoTalk profile?”
Seong-dae’s frown deepened.
“Oh… yes.”
Oops.
Seeing Seong-dae’s already stern face frown even more, I couldn’t help but admit it.
With that admission, Seong-dae took a step closer.
“Are you texting with my mom?”
“Uh…. yes.”
“Why?”
“……”
“I’m asking you. Why are you texting with my mom?”
“Oh. Actually, your mom sometimes gives me tasty treats. But today, I ran into her on my way to school and she said she wanted to ask me something, so she contacted me first!”
I ended up spewing out an excuse-like explanation rapidly.
After saying that, I glanced at Seong-dae’s expression.
Seong-dae seemed to be contemplating, folding his arms and staring straight at my face.
“Alright, I understand.”
Whew.
I exhaled a sigh of relief.
Seong-dae was rather simple-minded, so he would accept something as long as it made sense to him.
But if he didn’t understand or find it acceptable, he would persist like a mad dog.
“But why were you looking at my mom’s picture?”
“I was just curious. I also wanted to see a family photo.”
In that moment, I said something completely out of character.
Saying I wanted to see a family photo.
It was a spontaneous lie to evoke Seong-dae’s sympathy.
The law of the jungle. This was the kind of quick-wittedness used by the weak.
“Family photo?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t know… but sometimes I miss it.”
Seong-dae looked at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.
Please. Just let it go.
Just because I looked at your mom’s picture, it’s not like her body will wear out from strange thoughts!
To avoid provoking Seong-dae’s temper, I tried to look as pitiful as possible.
“Hmm… family, you say…”
“I’m sorry if it bothered you…”
“I thought you might be masturbating to my mom’s pictures.”
Whew.
This guy has the instincts of a ghost.
Indeed, extroverts are quick-witted.
Honestly, if it wasn’t at school, I might have already had my pants down and my thing on top of my phone.
“If you have any tough times, let me know. We’re friends, right?”
Heh.
I almost laughed out loud.
Friends? Have you ever considered me your friend?
We only interacted this much because our parents knew each other from living in the same apartment complex.
Otherwise, I’d have already been Seong-dae’s laughingstock and errand boy.
“Yeah. Thanks, really.”
I tried to look sincerely grateful.
The intense atmosphere made my once erect penis wilt to the side.
My tight school pants were quite uncomfortable.
I had no choice but to reach into my pants to adjust my member.
The tip was moist.
‘If I were home right now… I could release…’
How could a single bikini photo of Seong-dae’s mom arouse me this much?
For a moment, I thought of her nude body again.
‘Dong-ho, let’s not do this to a friend’s mom.’
I could faintly hear the voice of my conscience.
Alright, pull yourself together, Jeong Dong-ho.
As I was adjusting in my groin, I suddenly felt something strange and looked up.
Why now, of all times.
I made eye contact with Soo-yeon, who was sitting next to Seong-dae.
Heo Soo-yeon.
A provocative girl with white, slim legs who always rolled up her school skirt above her thighs.
Soo-yeon, with her beautiful legs and ice princess demeanor, had a reputation for being aloof.
Oh, and she was also Seong-dae’s girlfriend.
There were rumors she had caused so much trouble at school that she’d been held back a year.
Which is probably why she and Seong-dae got along so well.
Does that mean she and I are the same age?
Just when she had turned her backside, I had my hand in my pants.
Soo-yeon’s face hardened as she saw my hand inside the waistband of my pants.
‘What the hell is this guy doing,’ her expression seemed to say.
‘Jeez… what a day. Why is this happening.’
“Shit.”
Soo-yeon precisely mouthed the words at me, frowning.
Though the distance was quite far, I could clearly read her lips.
Soo-yeon’s eyes stayed fixed on my waistband.
I also froze with my hand still in my groin.
How can I escape this naturally?
It was a day requiring a lot of quick thinking.
I awkwardly smiled and grabbed my still erect member.
The tight school pants were fitted around it, revealing its outline between my thighs.
Suddenly, I thought of a brilliant idea inside the classroom.
Like someone was coming in, I planned to distract Soo-yeon’s attention with my acting skills.
‘Huh?’
I made an exaggerated expression, widening my eyes and looking towards the front door of the classroom.
I’m a genius, a genius.
Surely she’s fooled.
I quickly moved my member from my left thigh to the center.
‘Perfect! That was smooth.’
Having rearranged my goods, I slowly pulled my hand out of my waistband.
How about that? My method acting.
‘Gasp…’
When I turned again, Soo-yeon was still staring at me.
This time, she was glaring openly at my waistband.
‘It failed… to hell with it.’
I feigned ignorance and didn’t avoid her eyes.
Her eyes, unrelentingly fixed on my pants, met mine.
Did I just imagine Soo-yeon’s face blushing a bit?
Ding-dong-dang-dong
Whew.
The chime signaling the end of class saved me.
What a chaotic day.
I couldn’t focus in class at all.
Time crawled by and I felt strangely anxious.
I kept thinking of Seong-dae’s mom in that loose t-shirt from this morning, her cleavage showing.
Feeling pity for my member, which alternated between being hard and soft under the desk.
Sorry, Seong-dae.
Daydreaming is my own freedom.
Every time I thought of Seong-dae’s mom, I justified it as just imagination.
Ding-dong-dang-dong~
Class dismissed.
Students cheered and sighed in relief.
Another day, the soldier ants enduring to become worker ants.
‘5 o’clock’
After homeroom, Seong-dae left the classroom with his arm around Soo-yeon’s shoulder.
Where are Seong-dae and Soo-yeon going?
Probably not studying in a reading room.
I was unnecessarily curious about the extroverts’ world.
I slowly packed my bag and headed home.
What could Seong-dae’s mom want to ask me?
About Seong-dae’s grades?
No. That couldn’t be it.
There was no reason she would ask me about Seong-dae’s grades when he had given up on studying since middle school.
Dating issues?
Even less possible.
Why would she ask an outsider like me about Seong-dae’s love life, especially when he was dating our class queen Soo-yeon.
Adults would likely identify insiders and outsiders even faster than we did.
Seong-dae’s mom knew very well which side I fell on…
I felt dejected for no reason.
Lost in thought, I reached the four-story multi-family house where I lived.
With slight nervousness, excitement, and unease, I pressed the doorbell of unit 102.
Ding-dong.
Slow footsteps were heard from beyond the door.
“Who is it?”
A slightly excited woman’s voice slipped through the door.
“Oh, it’s Dong-ho, ma’am.”
Ding-ling.
The door opened and there was Seong-dae’s mom.
Gasp.
As the door opened, I let out a small gasp inwardly.
Or maybe my gasp slipped out.
The first thing I noticed were Seong-dae’s mom’s thighs about to burst out of her tight grey leggings.
She was wearing a top with a thin black knit cardigan over it.
Since the buttons were undone, her grey bra top and bare navel were revealed.
She was even slightly panting.
“Hoo… hoo… Dong-ho… you’re here? You’re out of school early…?”
“Yes, ma’am. Were you working out?”
“Yes. I try to do a bit at this hour every day, but it’s not easy.”
“Am I interrupting? Should I come back later?”
My gosh, this mouth of mine.
Trying to be polite, I said something that didn’t reflect my feelings.
Ma’am, please don’t ask me to come back later.
I want to keep looking at you now…
“No, it’s fine.”
Beads of sweat were forming on Seong-dae’s mom’s forehead.
She began tying back her long wavy hair with a hair tie from her wrist.
At the same time, revealing her voluptuous and smooth armpits.
Her hairless underarms seemed slightly moist and glistening.
Her armpits might emit a tangy, sweet scent.
I imagined myself burying my face in her armpit and inhaling deeply.
‘Gosh, I’m going to die.’
Once again, blood rushed to my member.
With her hair tied back neatly, she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
The erotic scent seemed to linger from her beaded sweat.
‘How can even her forehead line be sexy?’
The TV in the living room was frozen on a yoga YouTube video.
“Feel free to continue.”
“Um… do you mind sitting for a moment? It will only take five minutes.”
Seong-dae’s mom took off her thin cardigan.
Instinctively, I scanned her body up and down.
Maybe sensing my gaze, she looked embarrassed.
“Aren’t these clothes too… tight? I gained some weight…”
She tied the cardigan around her waist.
Darn. My big mistake.
I failed to manage my gaze.
She must have sensed my inappropriate thoughts from the way I scanned her.
Just as a man scans a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman senses his impure intentions.
I wanted to gouge out the pupils that failed to keep a poker face.
“No, really, you look amazing. You have a better figure than the yoga instructor on TV.”
“Oh my, you have such a silver tongue.”
“I’m serious. I truly think so.”
I meant it to sound genuine.
“Don’t be uncomfortable on my account. Continue as you were. It would make me feel better. And give me that cardigan, too.”
I spoke as naturally as possible to avoid any misunderstandings.
I wanted to put her remaining wariness to rest.
Give me the cardigan tied around your waist right away.
With an innocent expression, I held out my hand to the lady.
“It’s a bit embarrassing…”
“It’s fine. I need to know where you’re straining.”
“That’s true. Do you exercise too, Dong-ho?”
“Of course. I follow along at home every day.”
I lied smoothly without batting an eye.
The only “yoga” I knew was “Yoga Fire” from Street Fighter.
Isn’t that yoga?
After a moment of hesitation, she handed me the cardigan.
Yes!!
I inwardly cheered.
My method acting and quick thinking were working well today.
As she took off the cardigan, her wide hips were revealed.
In her form-fitting grey leggings and top, her curvy white body was in full display.
Gasp!…
I doubted my eyes for a moment.
An axe… it was an axe.
The outline of her groin formed a distinct axe mark in the leggings.
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