Is the Tiafans Sow Really My Friend’s Mom?
Is the Tiafans sow really my friend’s mom?
“Oh my. So you’re Hajun. Come right in.”
Seoa’s mom beamed a bright smile and waved me inside.
“Mom! I told you Hajun was coming today and to put on something decent. How can you wear something this slutty!”
Looks pretty properly dressed to me…
She had on a beautiful gray long dress that clung so tightly to her body it went past alluring and into outright violence—what they called a missy look. It put every curve on full display.
“Oh, come on. This dress is so comfortable. And who would even look at an old auntie like that? Honestly, my daughter’s such a drama queen.”
With that, she turned and walked deeper into the house.
Holy shit… what is that?
That violent rear view, and the complete absence of any panty or undershorts line through fabric that thin, set the imagination racing. No way she was going commando… or was she? If Seoa’s mom really was the Tiafans sow, it was possible. Otherwise she had to be wearing a thong…
Her hips were so wide that every step made her ass sway and roll, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. That motion kept my cock twitching and demanding attention, forcing me to hunch a little so it wouldn’t show. Getting caught would be a disaster.
I tried to calm the thing down with peaceful thoughts and looked at Seoa instead.
…Yeah. Over here, too, a pair of tits was aggressively asserting its presence under a white crop top. Great. Just great.
“Hey… bathroom.”
The second we stepped inside I followed Seoa’s directions to the bathroom across from the living room. The moment the door shut and I dropped my pants, my cock sprang up hard, showing off like it owned the place.
Nowhere to look. Why does that woman have to have a body that screams that sow…
But… what if they really are the same person?
I pulled up Tiafans and opened the sow’s account. Then I studied the nude shots she had posted, paying special attention to the moles. Whether she lacked caution or did it on purpose, she never bothered covering the identifying marks—she just uploaded them raw.
Okay. The mole under the collarbone matches.
Hoping for more, I zoomed in as far as the resolution allowed. Three moles were clearly visible in the photos: under the right collarbone, at the start of the cleft of her ass, and…
the first knuckle of the index finger continuing from the back of her left hand.
That’s it. Collarbone’s confirmed. If the finger mole matches too, it’s almost certainly the same woman.
But if it is… then what?
The dilemma didn’t last long. I didn’t have to do a single thing myself.
I already knew the face under the latex was absurdly beautiful, and her unmodulated voice was clear and pure. And the subject turned out to be my friend’s mom?
That alone guaranteed a much richer fapping future.
Just thinking about it made me so hard I thought I’d lose my mind. Walking out like this would never let the erection go down.
Yeah. No choice. Better to get mistaken for the guy who hogged the bathroom the second he walked into his friend’s house…
than the psycho standing around with a hard-on for his friend’s mom.
I sat on the edge of the tub, slipped in wireless earbuds, and played the video the sow had uploaded yesterday. Her voice-modulated moans synced up with the voice I’d just heard from Seoa’s mom.
This is real fucking sex, holy shit.
I was carefully enjoying my happy time, keeping the noise down, when something hanging on the towel rack caught my eye.
A black thong.
Whoa… so she really was wearing a thong. That’s why there was no panty line?
What a filthy bitch. She knew her daughter’s friend was coming and still dressed like that?
The temptation was impossible. I picked up the panties. If I get caught I’m dead and just fucking do it went to war inside my head. Fuck it.
She was already the kind of slut who used her own daughter to film dirty videos. Somehow it would work out.
The second I wrapped my cock in Seoa’s mom’s thong, the sheer perversion made me climb way faster than usual.
Shudder—shudder—!
Ahhh… that’s the stuff.
After a thorough release I hurriedly rinsed the thong under water, hung it back where it belonged, and left the bathroom.
My eyes met Seoa’s as she sat on the living-room sofa. For some reason I felt embarrassed.
“Dude. If you had to go that bad you should’ve said something.”
“Sorry. You invite me over and the first thing I do is…”
Just then Seoa’s mom walked in from the kitchen.
“Why are you giving him a hard time over using the bathroom? Dinner’s ready, so come eat.”
Seoa and I sat across from each other at the table; her mom took the seat beside Seoa.
“It’s nothing fancy… but I hope it suits your taste.”
Contrary to her words, the table was loaded so heavily the legs should have snapped. Kimchi jjigae, seafood pancake, spicy pork, squid, bulgogi and every kind of stir-fry, braised tofu and potatoes, napa kimchi, green-onion kimchi—no unifying theme, just delicious food packed edge to edge.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Throughout dinner I kept glancing at her left hand. There it was. A mole in the exact same spot as the sow’s.
F… fuck. It’s real. Seoa’s mom is the Tiafans sow.
The certainty made my cock stir again. Luckily the table hid it, so no one would notice.
After we finished dinner and even the simple cookies and after-dinner wine she poured, I started to stand with Seoa. That was when her mom rested her chin on one hand, tapped the table with the other, and called me back. Her eyes were dangerously charming.
Seoa must have already been clued in; she just nodded silently toward me and headed for her room first.
What… the hell?
Seoa’s mom stared straight at me, then spoke.
“A lot of time has passed, but I really wanted to thank you, Hajun. Thank you for becoming Seoa’s friend when she was little.”
“Ah… no. I just played with a friend I liked…”
The sudden gratitude threw me off.
“Honestly, I knew the other kids avoided and teased Seoa because of her exotic looks. But… I was still so young myself back then, I had no idea how to fix it.”
That wasn’t exactly the reason… more like Seoa was pretty chubby back then…
Looking at her now, she barely looked older than Seoa; if Seoa hadn’t filled me in on the family on the way over, I would have taken her for an older sister. Judging by her tone, though, she really must have given birth very young.
She paused a moment, then continued.
“Then one day Seoa came home from school talking about you nonstop. From that day on she got noticeably brighter. I’ll say it again—thank you, Hajun.”
She took both of my hands in hers and looked at me with those beautiful eyes. The sight of Seoa’s mom was genuinely mesmerizing… yet my gaze drifted of its own will straight to her chest.
I’m a real piece of shit. Even in a moment like this, her tits are all I see.
If I needed an excuse, it was because she had leaned her upper body toward me, making the deep cleavage even more shamelessly obvious.
Ha. And now that I was certain she was the Tiafans sow, the dirty thoughts wouldn’t stop.
Is she leaning in on purpose to push her chest out more? Right now she’s playing the perfect mom, but for all I know she’s having filthy fantasies inside her head.
“R-really, it wasn’t me. Seoa would’ve made tons of friends either way. She’s got such a great personality.”
At my words, tears welled faintly in her eyes.
What now?
“Oh, look at me being silly. Stealing my daughter’s friend’s time for nothing. You can go to Seoa now. Thank you for listening to an old woman’s rambling, Hajun.”
She stood before I could answer and headed for the sink. The rear view of her in what was clearly a thong made it impossible to look away.
When I entered Seoa’s room she had already changed into a pink pajama set printed with a white cat and was lying face-down on the bed. No skin was actually showing, yet somehow the whole picture still looked erotic. Maybe it was the silhouette of her breasts pressed into the mattress.
“Hey. What, already ready for bed?”
“No, this is just my room, so I changed into something comfortable. Talk with Mom go okay?”
“Yeah… your mother’s really warm-hearted. I just hung out with you, but she kept thanking me like crazy.”
Seoa snorted a little laugh.
“You totally made it obvious you were looking out for me on purpose. Even when I dragged you out with random notes, you always showed up. Well, we were kids, so maybe you didn’t realize how obvious it was. Anyway… thanks.”
Elementary-school me, take a bow. You spotted a winning lottery ticket and didn’t even scratch it. Well done, Kim Hajun.
I sat in the desk chair while Seoa perched on the edge of the bed and we traded old stories. Suddenly she hesitated.
“What? Just spit it out.”
Even then she kept her head down for a long time.
“Um… can I ask why you never answered me after you transferred in fifth grade? I messaged you on SNS so many times…”
“Oh, that? Earlier I said it was my parents’ transfer, but the truth is my dad remarried and we moved to America. When I first got there I was so busy adjusting to everything that for years I didn’t even think about contacting you—or any of my Korean friends. And then… I just sort of forgot. Plus I changed all my accounts.”
Close enough. The real reason was that I never adapted to the new family and environment in America. For years I locked myself in my room, talked to no one, lived like a hikikomori, and only returned to Korea alone once high school started. But… no need to dump all that on her.
“Ah! That’s a relief. I kept worrying something bad had happened to you…”
Seoa seemed more comforted that I was okay than hurt that I’d ignored her messages. She looked at me with genuine relief and smiled.
Seeing that smile made guilt spike over the filthy thoughts I’d been having about her mom.
Fuck… that smile is actually unfair.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Come in, Mom.”
At Seoa’s call, her mom entered carrying a plate of sliced fruit. People say humans are slaves to their hormones—whatever guilt I’d felt a second ago vanished the instant I saw her body again.
And then… as if on purpose, she leaned her upper body right in front of me while setting the plate down. Through the deep neckline her breasts and the red bra cupping them were ridiculously exposed.
Someone else might have called it careless. I knew she was the Tiafans sow.
Shit… there’s no way she doesn’t know what this pose does. She’s doing it on purpose. And when she walks—is she deliberately rolling her ass like that?
The woman who reeked of sex with every move collided in my head with the woman who had earnestly thanked me at the table, and my thoughts spun.
Then… the sow—no, Seoa’s mom—tempted me.
“It’s getting late. Why don’t you just stay the night? We happen to have a spare room.”
Fuck. If this isn’t an invitation, what the hell is?