Good Neighbor Channel (Part 1) — The Onahole I Used and Tossed Was Actually My Friend's Mom
Life has a way of handing you moments like this.
You remember a meal so impossibly delicious it still haunts you — and yet you cannot, for the life of you, remember where the restaurant was. These days a smartphone can log everything and drag any memory back on command, but before that kind of convenience existed, this sort of thing happened more often than people liked to admit. And even with a phone in your pocket, you might have been too rushed to bother, or simply forgotten to hit record… or the place might have been some unlicensed hole-in-the-wall that never showed up on a map at all.
The same thing happens, more often than you'd think, with pussy.
At the time you ate it, you weren't thinking much of anything. You didn't exchange numbers. But later, turning it over in your mind, you realize just how good that pussy had been. Hunting it down after the fact feels awkward; going out of your way to track down a hole you already used and discarded is a little pathetic. So most of the time, you let it go.
And the pussy you abandon like that gets the full nostalgia treatment. Memory buffs it into some legendary fantasy cunt you swear you've never tasted the equal of, and it settles deep into the back of your mind.
…Except the world is small.
South Korea, with its cramped little scrap of land, is especially small. The odds of running into that fantasy pussy you were certain you'd never see again are never quite zero.
…Not zero, sure. But still.
Dongju had never imagined a reunion quite like this.
Maybe fate really did exist in this world.
"Mom, this is Dongju. I've mentioned him before, right? He's hanging out today."
"Ah—hello."
He bowed, stiff and awkward. Even if the person in front of him was a pussy, she was still his friend's parent, and that called for the proper manners. It wasn't as if courtesy itself felt strange to him anymore — but today it felt agonizingly unnatural.
And she was almost certainly feeling exactly the same thing.
"R-right. Hello. So you're… my son's friend, huh? Yes. Ahahaha."
Heejae's mother laughed awkwardly, her eyes flicking over Dongju's face, searching — trying to confirm whether he was the person she thought he was. It would be mortifying if she had the wrong guy.
Dongju was doing the exact same thing.
"…? What is this? What's with the vibe? Why are you both acting weird? This atmosphere is seriously off."
Caught between them, Heejae was the only one left completely in the dark.
"…Hey. You. About a month ago, at Hampa Station — did you happen to use a pussy there?"
"Ah… yes. Y-you've got a good memory. Then… are you…?"
"Ajumma (you) — you're that—!!"
"Whoa, what are the odds? So Dongju, you're the guy who ate out my mom a month ago? The world is seriously tiny. I never once imagined it would be someone I actually knew."
Heejae kept letting out little noises of amazement. If even a third party found it this wild, how were the people involved supposed to feel?
"So this kind of thing really happens… I was honestly disappointed we never traded numbers. Figured I'd never see you again. Turns out we had a connection after all, didn't we?"
"Tell me about it. Honestly, I was kicking myself afterward for not getting your contact info… and now here we are."
"O-oh my… this boy is quite the smooth talker, isn't he? What's so special about an old ajumma's pussy, honestly. Ufufufu♥"
She called it an ajumma pussy with her mouth, but Heejae's mother casually angled a thigh toward Dongju and fluttered those full lashes. Putting on a coquettish little show for a fine cock was simply what pussy-girls did.
Her completely oblivious son chose that exact moment to kill the mood.
"Yaaah, Dongju, turns out you're a total granny-chaser, huh? Putting your hands on the old lady of the house and everything."
"What?! You little brat! Who are you calling a granny? This mother of yours is still very much alive! Fresh, delicious pussy right here! And this is coming from a kid who won't even touch his own mother's cunt — the nerve!"
Heejae's mother snapped her eyes open, sharp as knives, and pinched her son's cheek hard. She meant business; Heejae let out a girlish shriek and threw up the white flag.
"Aaaagh! It's tearing! My cheek is actually going to rip off! Stop! Stop! Stop!"
"Hmph! You ungrateful little—! Your mother's pussy is starving and you won't even lay a finger on it, but you've got plenty to say. How did I raise a son like this?!"
"Haaah, how many guys do you really think are lining up to use some old hag's hole? And besides, playing with pussy isn't really my thing. Honestly, I'd rather spend that time on a round of games. Why bother with a cunt I can use whenever?"
Genuine murder flickered in Heejae's mother's eyes. Son or not, trash-talking the quality of her pussy right in front of another man was unforgivable. Even dense Heejae finally caught the killing intent and trailed off, glancing away.
"No. Your mom's pussy was genuinely incredible. It held up fine against younger ones — no, better. When I first ate her out, I honestly thought she might be younger than me."
"O-oh my… D-Dongju, the way you talk is just so sweet. I wish I could swap you for my son, I really do~♥"
Heejae's mother poured on the nasal, shameless coquetry until it was almost too much. Heejae snorted and offered his friend a warning.
"Hey. Hey. Even lip service has limits, okay? Keep that up and she'll actually believe it, dig her heels in, and then you'll both end up embarrassed. Helping old folks keep a grip on reality is a young person's duty. That's what I'm saying."
"Why are you like this? I'm being serious. Her pussy is tight and skilled, and her ass is nice and plump — great for gripping. I wasn't blowing smoke."
Only then did Heejae seem to grasp that Dongju meant every word. His eyes blinked wide like a chameleon's in pure amazement.
"Wooow. My friend is a genuine ajumma-lover. At this rate you're gonna end up as my stepdad, huh?"
"Ah, shut up, idiot. I said her pussy tastes good. That doesn't make me some lovesick fool."
"That's right, you little brat! There's a difference between things you say and things you don't!"
It was two against one. Watching his own mother sync up better with his friend than with him, Dongju let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Yaaah, so does that mean spring is finally coming for my mom? Ever since you used her pussy a month ago, she's been masturbating literally every single day. You gonna help the old lady work through some of that backlog?"
"Y-you little—! What kind of thing is that to say?!"
At her son's sudden betrayal, Heejae's mother broke into a cold sweat and shot anxious glances at Dongju. Using a man as masturbation material without his permission was a breach of etiquette. Of course, that was mostly talk — in practice, there probably wasn't a single pussy-girl alive who didn't do it on the sly. But there was a world of difference between quietly breaking the rules and announcing it out loud.
She had finally, by pure chance, reunited with a kind cock — and her son was sabotaging it. Heejae's mother sincerely wanted to slap some sense into the boy.
But this particular connection turned out to be no ordinary one.
"It's fine. How starved must a pussy-girl be to end up like that? Unlike guys, pussies don't exactly get to pick and choose their own outlets whenever they want. I don't mind. If you want to get off to my cock, go ahead anytime."
"O-oh my♥ Are you sure?"
"Of course. While we're at it, next time I come over, want me to bring a dildo molded after my cock? I use it sometimes when I'm playing with pussies. I'll gift you one."
At the young man's unexpected generosity, Heejae's mother covered her mouth with both hands. It was only a small gift, really — but for a woman whose husband was gone and who almost never had a man to use her, it was the warmest present imaginable.
Heejae wasn't about to sit quietly either.
"Yooo, Lady Kim Nayeon just hit the jackpot, huh? Getting presents from a young guy and everything. Bringing my friend home was the right call, right? Haah, but once she gets that dildo she's gonna be using it day in and day out. I should probably invest in some new earplugs."
"You—you little…"
Nayeon swatted Heejae's shoulder a few times, but there was no real force behind it. Heejae cackled at his mother's obvious delight, then turned back to his friend.
"Ah, but was my mom's pussy really that good? You don't usually go this hard for random holes, do you?"
"Yeah. I keep saying it was genuinely delicious and you still don't believe me. Why are you so suspicious of your own mom's pussy?"
You might assume a person's family understands them best — but sometimes family is exactly why you miss someone's true worth.
Dongju muttered, Come to think of it…, pulled out his phone, and held up a photo folder for the two of them.
"Look at this. I took it that day. After I finished with her I got a little interested, so I snapped a shot. If I hadn't been interested at all, I would've just used her and tossed her — you think I'd keep a souvenir photo?"
"Whoa, that really is my mom. Woooow, Mom's got some game, huh? Leaving enough of an impression that he took a commemorative photo?"
"A-ah, honestly… how embarrassing…"
Pretending to be shy, Nayeon discreetly gestured for her son to keep talking.
"So why didn't you ask for a number or a name?"
"Ah, if you look at the photo you'll get it — your mom passed out. I had somewhere to be, so I couldn't stick around until she woke up."
"I-I see. I'm so sorry about that. You went out of your way to play with her pussy and she just blacked out on you halfway through."
"She'd been collecting cobwebs down there and finally got a proper cock — of course that can happen. I don't mind at all, so don't worry about it. More importantly, now that we know, let's stay in touch from here on."
"R-right. Let's do that."
Nayeon rubbed her thighs together and sent Dongju a soft, coquettish little smile.
Unfortunately, dense Heejae was still right there in the middle of it.
"Introductions are done, right? Come on, my room. I bought Shift 2 — we're playing."
And so that day's meeting, thanks to one completely clueless son, ended with little more than the two of them confirming each other's existence.
Dongju and Nayeon would meet again a few days later.