The Sow on Tiafans Is My Friend’s Mom

I gladly accept the auntie’s offer.

“If you and Seoa are both fine with it, I’d love that! The commute’s pretty long, so I was already wondering how I was going to get home.”

“I’m fine with it, too. If it’s you, I don’t have anything to worry about.”

Once Seoa agrees as well, the auntie smiles at me as she heads out of the room.

“Then I’ll go get things ready. You two have fun.”

The second she leaves, Seoa glares at me.

“What?”

“What? What? I saw you staring straight at my mom’s chest.”

Well, she was sitting right across from me. There’s no way she wouldn’t have noticed. In my defense, that was practically a natural disaster. When a pair of breasts that perfect are right there in front of you and she leans down to show them off… how are you supposed to not look?

But I can’t admit that here.

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose. You saw it too, right? Your mom setting the fruit plate down right in front of me. The angles just happened to line up. Do you think I’m crazy enough to sneak looks at my friend’s mom? Someone I met for the first time today?”

Whew… Thank god I only looked for a second and then forced my eyes away with superhuman willpower.

“Still, be careful from now on. You felt it yourself, right? My mom has zero self-awareness about her body. Every time I call her out on it, all she does is go, ‘What’s so great about an old lady like me…’”

“Yeah… if you hadn’t told me on the way over, I would’ve thought she was your older sister.”

A sharp jolt—

Seoa’s piercing gaze cuts straight through me again.

“Are you harboring dirty thoughts about my mom right now?”

“Ah… no! I just meant she looks that young.”

At that, Seoa’s eyes curve into a smile as she looks at me with a sly little smirk.

“I’m kidding. I know better than anyone that you’re not that kind of guy. And I’ve been getting that kind of misunderstanding a lot ever since high school, whenever we walk around together. Somehow, when you look at pictures, Mom never ages.”

Actually… I am that kind of guy. Sorry, Seoa. Today wasn’t the first time I’ve seen your mom’s body, either.

A guilty pang hits me, and I apologize to her in my head. After that we talk about how we’ve been, and once Seoa starts getting sleepy, I leave the room.

Even though it’s late, the auntie is still waiting for me on the living room sofa.

“Hajun. You can sleep in that room over there. I only put out a mattress and a blanket… will it be too uncomfortable?”

“No, no! I’m already so grateful you’re letting me stay at all. It’s more than I deserve, really.”

At my answer, Seoa’s mother gives me a warm smile and sways her ample hips as she heads into her own room.

She’s definitely walking like that on purpose. How does a person’s ass bounce that hard just from walking?

The room she pointed me to looks like it was originally a study—one wall is packed full of bookshelves. I lie down on the latex mattress spread on the floor and turn on my phone.

Haa… damn. I almost lost it trying not to get hard. Every time I look at her, all I can picture is her naked body… whew.

I’ve always had a high sex drive, but knowing the auntie is the sow from Tiafans makes me lose my mind just from being near her. Of course, the way her clothes leave nothing of her figure to the imagination doesn’t help.

Fuck… I can’t take it. Everyone’s asleep by now, right?

I put in my earbuds, open Tiafans, and pull up the sow’s account…

Huh? There’s a new tag ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠next to the account name.

Two new posts with photos have gone up. The first one was uploaded around four in the afternoon—right around the time I was sitting through class after having lunch with Seoa.

But boyfriend? Did she deliberately exaggerate for the shock value?

The photo shows her leaning into the glass wall of the bathroom shower stall, her full, luscious breasts pressed flat against it. Everything else has been edited out—against a hazy background, all you can see are those pure white breasts crushed to the glass and the pale pink tips of her nipples.

I swear, every single time I see them, I can’t help but marvel. How are those the nipple color of a married woman with a kid?

Up until yesterday, between the voice modulation and the obvious editing on every video and photo, I’d thought everything the sow said might just be performance…

It wasn’t. There may have been some exaggeration mixed in, but it was all true. In that second video, the sow really had called for her daughter mid-shoot. And that daughter had to be Seoa.

Wait… then this was taken in the same bathroom I almost walked into earlier? Fuck… that’s insanely hot.

There’s a caption under the photo.

This woman is a pervert and a sow down to the marrow of her bones. Well—it’s not like she actually wants that. She’s probably just getting herself off by stoking that sense of taboo. Still.

I move straight on to the second new post.

I… insane? Is she actually going to do this? If she comes in here… then I won’t hold back! She’d be the one who started it.

It’s the kind of thing no normal person would ever do. But then again—running an account like this isn’t something a normal person does, either. Even as I tell myself she won’t, I can’t help the little spark of anticipation.

I turn off my phone, pull the blanket over my head, and start pretending to sleep.

Fuck. Of course not. What the hell was I even hoping for?

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I open my eyes the sun is already high—light streaming in through the window. At least my first class today isn’t until the afternoon, so it’s not a problem…

Haa. Got my hopes up for nothing. How many hours did I just lie there with my eyes open? I didn’t even check my phone in case the light would give me away.

The auntie never came into this room last night. Just in case she’d snuck in while I was asleep, I check the sow’s account again—but there are no new posts.

I get up, fold the blanket, and step out into the living room. The auntie is doing yoga on a mat in front of the TV. And her outfit is… really something.

She’s folded her upper body all the way to the floor in a straddle split, wearing a white crop top and pink leggings that sit low on her hips, so her whole waist is bare. She must work out hard—her erector spinae are no joke. And because the leggings ride so low on her pelvis, when she bends far enough that her breasts press into the floor, the cleft of her ass peeks out just a little. Right at the start of that cleft is a small mole.

That settles it. The auntie is definitely the sow from Tiafans.

Still holding the pose, she turns only her head toward me.

“You’re up? You must have been really tired last night. I set lunch out on the table, so go ahead and eat.”

Instead of answering, I ask something else. Her body is far too stimulating to just walk past—and this auntie doesn’t seem like your ordinary pervert.

“Auntie. Would it be okay if I worked out with you?”

At my words she eases out of the pose, sits down, and looks at me. A flush of color brightens her face.

“Hajun’s interested in working out? Wonderful~ Seoa always turns me down when I ask her to join. Come over here and try the pose?”

Oh shit… does that mean I might get to touch her body?

Of course, it doesn’t go quite the way I intended.

“You can go lower! Come on, Hajun, you’ve got this!”

She has me do the exact same pose she was just holding. At first I casually spread my legs left and right without thinking—then a thought flashes through my head.

If I pretend I can’t do it, won’t she put her hands on me? This woman’s true nature is a filthy little sow.

I’ve already spread my legs as far as they’ll go; now it’s time to lower my upper body toward the floor. It’s a pose I can manage just fine, but I deliberately play stiff.

“Hup! Hnn—!”

“Your lower body is pretty flexible, Hajun, but your upper body is a bit tight, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… it’s harder than it looks. You’re amazing, Auntie.”

I throw myself into the performance of someone who just can’t quite manage it no matter how hard he tries.

“Then should Auntie help you a little?”

Yes! This is it!

“It’s a little embarrassing, but I’d be really grateful if you would.”

What she does next goes far beyond anything I’d expected. I’d thought she’d just push me from behind with her hands…

Instead, she presses her entire upper body flush against my back and gradually forces me down toward the floor.

Whoa—!

The soft, yielding feel of her big, luscious breasts transmits straight through my back. And I hadn’t noticed until now… she’s not wearing a bra. The way her nipples stand out so clearly against my back makes that obvious.

You filthy sow. Should I just fuck her right now? Get a grip, Kim Hajun. No matter how much of a slutty account she runs, if fantasy becomes reality, that’s a crime…

I shake my head, driving back the lust surging up inside me. When I suddenly whip my head side to side, the auntie asks in a worried tone,

“Oh my. Does it hurt a lot, Hajun?”

“Ah… no. I’m fine.”

I feel her breasts lift away from my back. A shame.

“Hmm… your upper body is stiffer than I thought. If you’re okay with it, Hajun, would you like to learn some exercises from Auntie?”

“S-sorry?”

I stammer in surprise. She tells me to wait just a moment, disappears into the house, then comes back out into the living room and presses a business card into my hand.

The card has her name and number printed on it.

“It’s normally women-only pilates, but since you’re Seoa’s benefactor, I’ll make a special exception and teach you myself. Just so you know, our center is a hundred-percent reservation system, so you have to let me know in advance, okay? If you say you’re coming, I’ll make time even after closing.”

Isn’t this actual seduction? She’s telling me to come even though it’s reservation-only? Doesn’t that mean it’ll just be her and me working out alone?

“Yes. Thank you! I was just looking for a place to work out near school. The ones in my neighborhood are too far from campus.”

At my answer, Auntie Saea claps her hands in delight.

“We’ve already worked out, so shall we have lunch together?”

I eat lunch ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with Auntie Saea and then head for school.

Haa… is she going to take this morning’s yoga session, dress it up, and post it? I want to get home and check already.

While I’m walking to campus, a text comes in from Seoa.

Seoa doesn’t seem to think of me as just a friend. There’s no other reason she’d invite me to her house on the very first day we reunited, then text me the second lunchtime rolled around.

Thinking of Seoa and Auntie Saea, a nasty idea creeps into my head.

Ugh. Idiot. I need to cut back on the porn. A mother-daughter combo isn’t something that happens in real life. Fine, filthy Auntie Saea is one thing—but dragging Seoa into it? I seriously need to get my head on straight.

I’m in the middle of scolding myself for being ruled by lust when another thought hits me.

Then again… Seoa’s out of the question, but Auntie Saea? If I play it right, maybe it’s not impossible. Just this morning—the way she deliberately went braless to tease me… Plus she keeps using me to post outright dirty content.

I try to push down the filthy thoughts crawling up through me.

Haa. Get a grip and just go to class. Still… if I’m learning pilates from the auntie, maybe, just maybe…?

Somehow, just imagining it warms my chest and pulls a smile onto my face. Unfortunately, that feeling only lasts until I see the sow’s newest post on Tiafans.