A Four-Player Card Game with My Friend's Mom (1)
"Alright, shall we get started?"
Yuncheol's mom shuffled the cards once more.
Watching her practiced hands, it was obvious this was far from her first time.
"We'll leave the jokers out and deal five cards each for now."
Under the soft lighting, every gaze turned toward her. Yuncheol's mom dealt the cards with easy, familiar motions.
Hyeonsu accepted his hand and seemed pleased with the combination, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Jaehun was scowling, so he had almost certainly drawn a disaster of a hand the same way I had.
I couldn't read her expression at all.
Beneath her long lashes, her large eyes blinked as if in deep concentration.
We laid our cards down in turn.
In that tense round, none of us spoke a word.
The turns came around quickly, and Hyeonsu set down his final three cards and called out.
"One card!"
"Oh my, Hyeonsu already?"
The round continued, and Hyeonsu finished first, brushing his hands clean.
Then she came in second.
Luckily, I took third.
Last place went to Jaehun.
"So close. The cards came in all weird."
As Jaehun grumbled and set his cards down, Hyeonsu looked around as if to say See? and announced,
"See? The one who suggests it always loses. Haha. Jaehun, hurry up and take something off."
"Damn it. Should've worn a jacket for this."
With that he pulled off his T-shirt.
His unimpressive upper body came into view.
"Oh my, oh my—nothing underneath? Hoho."
Embarrassed by her words, Jaehun covered his nipples with both hands and pressed his lips tightly shut.
"Alright. Next round."
She gathered the scattered cards from the floor as she spoke, shuffled the pile again, and dealt five to each of us.
"Oho. This one's decent?"
Jaehun said it in an interested voice. The guy was enjoying the game on his own private edge of tension.
We went around in order, laying down one card at a time.
"One card!"
She was down to a single card, and Hyeonsu and Jaehun had nearly emptied their hands as well.
We finished in sequence.
I came in last.
"Our Minwoo has to strip, doesn't he? Hoho."
"Then I'll take my T-shirt off too."
I pulled it off.
My body was far more impressive than Jaehun's, and I felt my shoulders square with quiet pride.
She looked at my nipples, licking her lips as she spoke.
"These are cute. Heh."
Poke.
She playfully jabbed my nipple with a fingertip.
I flinched at the sharp tingle that shot through me.
I glanced sideways at Jaehun and Hyeonsu; both of them were cackling, finding the whole thing hilarious.
"Hey. Stop laughing and shuffle the cards."
They paid no attention whatsoever and kept laughing.
As she shuffled, she said to me,
"Did it tingle? Hoho."
"No. Something like that barely registers."
When I answered, a slight smile touched the corners of her eyes, and this time she poked Jaehun's nipple.
"Ah—!"
Jaehun jumped in surprise and covered his chest.
"How about you, Jaehun? Does it tingle-tingle? Hoho."
"No. I've built up a tolerance to this much. Heh."
"Oh my, so Jaehun's had girls suck on them a lot?"
He flinched hard at her suggestive joke.
"What of it? We're all adults, and it's not like I don't know how you boys play around. Hoho."
At her words, Jaehun nodded and shot back,
"That's right. It feels good when a girl sucks on them. Getting poked with a finger just hurts."
She narrowed her eyes playfully at that and said with a mischievous look,
"Then should this ajumma suck on Jaehun's nipple once? See how it feels?"
Taking it as a joke, Jaehun stuck one side of his chest out and said,
"Sure. Go ahead and suck it. Haha."
The instant she heard that, she bent at the waist, dropped to her knees, and crawled over toward him.
Moving with a languid, seductive grace, she reached his chest and closed her red lips around his nipple.
Slurp.
"Ah—!"
It had only been a joke, but having his chest actually sucked made Jaehun's whole body flinch.
She smiled brightly, returned to her place, and asked,
"How was it this time?"
"It... it tingled."
"Even with an older ajumma sucking on it, it felt good?"
"Yes..."
Jaehun's expression softened into something shy and adolescent. Hyeonsu didn't open his mouth as he watched.
No—he watched with open envy.
From the moment his friend's mom sucked on his chest, Jaehun turned meek.
"Alright. I'll shuffle again."
She knocked back a drink, shuffled the cards once more, and dealt five to each of us.
We laid cards down in order.
But this time it didn't end quickly. The cards in our hands swelled and shrank again and again.
After a long battle of wits, Jaehun came in first.
I took second, Hyeonsu third.
This round, she finished last.
"Oh my, I'm last? Hmm..."
She pondered what to take off.
After thinking for a while, she seemed to make up her mind, slipped a hand under her skirt, and began pulling down her pantyhose.
My friends and I watched and swallowed hard.
The stockings glittered under the light.
She lifted her own hips to work the pantyhose down.
Her long, slender bare legs, revealed from the thighs, locked every gaze in the room.
Folding her legs slightly, she peeled them all the way off, then rolled the stockings into a ball in her hand and held them out.
"Could you throw these away for me? There's a run in them. There's a trash can back there."
Her unexpected request left our mouths hanging open.
Then, in a crawling little voice, Hyeonsu raised his hand.
"I... I'll do it..."
When she held the pantyhose out to him, he snatched them at once and stuffed them into his pocket.
"Why aren't you throwing them away?"
"I'll get up and throw them later."
Hyeonsu said it as if the trash can were too far and he couldn't be bothered.
Jaehun's mouth hung slightly open, his eyes glued to her bare legs.
What with the alcohol, the dim lighting, and a woman's bare legs right in front of him, it was understandable.
Seeing that, she smiled sweetly and said,
"Jaehun, aren't you staring a little too long? What's so pretty about an old ajumma's legs? Hoho."
Jaehun snapped back to his senses and waved his hands urgently.
"No—Noona, your legs are really pretty. You must work out hard regularly."
"I do work out hard. Two hours a day, every day."
She spread two fingers wide and said it with pride. Jaehun nodded and, just like before, gave a big thumbs-up.
We kept the game going.
Before long, Jaehun, Hyeonsu, and even I were left with nothing but our underwear.
True to form for a pro, she had only lost her stockings.
"Noona, aren't you a little too good at this? You keep winning."
When Hyeonsu grumbled, Yuncheol's mom shrugged her shoulders and said,
"I'm going to strip Hyeonsu bare today. Hohoho."
"I'll focus this time. Come on, please shuffle the cards."
With intensity burning in his eyes, Hyeonsu drained the whiskey in his glass.
She shuffled again and dealt us five cards each.
"Yes!"
A cheer burst from Hyeonsu's mouth.
He had clearly drawn a strong hand.
"Hyeonsu, looks like you got a good one this time?"
"Of course. This time I'm first. Haha."
She looked at him with a dismissive little smirk.
Cards went down in turn.
But hers barely left her hand.
Instead, more cards piled up in her grip.
This time I was the first to call it.
"One card!"
My friends' eyes darted around, fully absorbed in the battle of wits.
I finished first, then Jaehun and Hyeonsu laid down every last card.
"Noona's last."
"Oh my, so I am."
Jaehun downed a glass of whiskey with a pleased look.
"Now Noona has to take something off. Haha. It's really hard to beat you. Tough."
Hyeonsu let out a long sigh as he spoke.
She slipped her arms inside her knit blouse.
"Would you boys even like seeing an ajumma's underwear? It'd be like looking at your own mom's."
"Even so. Noona, you're pretty."
Jaehun answered with a sly grin.
Yuncheol's mom's knit blouse was pulled upward.
A moment later her upper chest, lightly exposed in a black half-cup bra, jiggled into view.
Not a fully covering bra—a half-cup that pushed sexiness to the extreme.
Her large breasts were clearly revealed.
"Hoho. A little embarrassing. Is this okay?"
"Yes... Noona, you're fantastic."
"What? Fantastic even? Hoho."
Jaehun and Hyeonsu's eyes would not leave her swaying breasts.
Feeling oddly shy, she brushed a hand once over her own chest. Her firm breasts bounced up and down with the motion.
"Hurry... hurry up and deal the cards."
Having seen those fantastic breasts, my friends' eyes turned combative.
Their astonishing focus—determined to see the flesh inside that bra—was like predators that had just spotted new prey.
The cards were shuffled and five dealt to each.
With every pass around the circle, the cards in hand fell to the floor.
All thanks to my friends' incredible concentration.
She lost again.
"Oh my, oh my. Why did you boys suddenly get so good?"
"We barely won. Whew."
My friends were fixed on her body.
They didn't blink once, full of anticipation about what would come off this time.
"Should I take off the skirt?"
At her words, the guys just nodded vigorously.
Swallowing dryly, they stared fixedly as she removed her skirt.
Yuncheol's mom's skirt came off.
The tiny panties matching the bra set barely covered her private place.
Pubic hair peeked slightly from the sides of the fabric that hid her most intimate spot.
"What are you staring at so hard? Shoo. Shoo."
She waved her hands, telling them to look elsewhere.
When the soft living-room lighting shone down on her body from above, deep shadows fell beneath her breasts.
In my friends' eyes, she was no longer a friend's mom but a woman.
Their eyes seemed to blaze as if on fire.