My Friend's Mom's Circumstances (1)

After two days away I finally came home and sank into the soft give of my own bed.

Heart hammering, I unlocked my phone and opened the Tiafans account of that sow of an auntie.

I wonder what Auntie Saea posted today?

True to form, she never disappoints. For someone who uploads at least once a day, the bright little “new” badge waiting for me felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠almost affectionate.

That’s more like it. There it is.

The photos in this post didn’t disappoint ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠either. On the yoga mat she had folded her leggings and crop top into a neat little stack, and right on top of them sat a pair of red thong panties. Beside the pile, she was posed in perfect naked doggy style. There wasn’t a bra anywhere in the shot—so she’d been braless the whole time.

???? Did I just read that right? That’s pure verbal abuse.

Some people get off on being degraded, but I’m not one of them. Even if I were, why go this far? Did Auntie actually want me to force myself on her?

I was pissed, but I forced myself to calm down and try to figure out what she’d been thinking when she wrote it. The idea that she genuinely craved being raped was too much of a stretch, so I set that aside and worked through the rest.

Even so, there was no denying it: Auntie Saea was a filthy slut.

Tiafans is barely used by Koreans, and on her posts you never see fluent Korean comments. The rare ones that appear look like they came out of a cheap translator or were typed by a foreigner who just started learning the language. She must be manually blocking every Korean comment herself—probably so no one in her real life ever finds the account.

Of course, even though her face is completely covered by a mask, she leaves every mole on her body completely visible. The background gets only a lazy blur. Anyone who’s actually been to that place would recognize it instantly. Thorough? Not even close. Careless is more like it.

Put it all together and it looks like Auntie Saea uses the account as a pressure valve for her lust while trying—however half-assed—to keep the risk of being caught in real life as low as possible.

So she’s got a bit of a degradation kink too? And then I conveniently showed up—her daughter’s childhood friend, the perfect material for her little games?

I scrolled back through her older posts. Yeah… she’s a masochist, but she clearly gets off on dishing out the abuse as well. If it had been some other guy I would’ve been laughing my ass off—“What a pathetic loser, she practically served it up and he still couldn’t eat”—but being the actual target just made my blood boil.

I looked away on purpose because she’s my friend’s mom, and this is the thanks I get… fucking hell.

Even in the thirty-minute pussy-dance video she kept throwing provocative lines at her subscribers, so it wasn’t like she only wrote this because it was me. But was I supposed to cut her some slack for that?

The more I turned it over, the hotter the anger burned in my gut.

The next day at lunch.

We were eating in the basement cafeteria of the 100th Anniversary Hall when Seoa asked,

“Why does your face look so bad today? Didn’t sleep last night?”

“Ah… something really pissed me off yesterday.”

She looked at me with genuine worry in those clear blue eyes.

“What happened? If you can talk about it, tell me.”

How the hell do I explain that your mom used the whole situation the other day just to feed her filthy lust… You only invited me over because you were happy to see me…

Wait a second. Would Auntie Saea even care if Seoa found that account? What if I engineered things so that in real life she became my personal sow as well?

A whole cascade of NTR scenarios unspooled inside my head. I tried to shake them off, but—

Fuck. This situation already is NTR. How does a friend’s mom use the guy her own daughter thinks of as her savior as nothing but a sex toy?

“What’s going on…?”

It must have shown on my face, because Seoa asked again, still watching me with that same concerned look.

“It’s… someone I know keeps posting stuff trash-talking me on a secret SNS account. When we meet in person there’s zero hint of it—we get along fine—but the betrayal just hit me hard.”

Seoa stayed quiet, listening with those clear blue eyes fixed on me.

“At first I thought about just blocking her and cutting ties, but the knot in my chest won’t go away. I’m wondering if I should meet her face-to-face and talk it out.”

Seoa leaned in, took my hand resting on the table between both of hers. Warm.

“If it were me I’d just block her, but… after hearing you, I think meeting her and asking why might be better. If it keeps sitting in your heart it’ll make you sick, you know? Whatever you choose, I just want you to do whatever makes you feel better.”

You just agreed to it, Seoa.

From the moment I learned Auntie Saea was the sow on Tiafans, my thoughts had started to twist. Now even the last scraps of conscience were gone, and the distortion was only getting worse.

You’re dead, Auntie Saea. No—you filthy sow.

Six in the evening, after the last Pilates class of the day.

Cha Saea unlocked her phone out of habit and opened Tiafans.

Haa… how did I end up like this?

She had been raising her daughter alone for nearly twenty years. When the man she had promised to marry died in an accident, she was already pregnant with Cha Seoa. On their last date they had sworn that even if one of them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠went to heaven first, the other would never cheat. So she had spent her life keeping every man at arm’s length—even running her Pilates studio as women-only just to leave no room for temptation.

But her libido had always been strong, and it only grew more demanding with age. Holding it down was never easy. That was how she fell into AV, NTR, and every other kind of extreme media. Year after year she needed stronger stimulation, until simply watching was no longer enough for her body.

While digging through the internet she found an app called Tiafans. From the name alone it was obviously a knock-off of the world-famous Hitofans, and none of the videos on it really interested her.

No matter how much I experience it second-hand through media, it’s never satisfying.

That was when a single thought slipped into her head.

What if I uploaded my own body? God, what am I even thinking…

Once the idea took root it refused to leave. It followed her through everyday life. And just imagining uploading something made her body heat up and her lower lips grow slick.

If just imagining it does this much to me… what would actually posting feel like?

About a month later she made up her mind. She climbed out of the bathtub, stood in front of the mirror, and slowly examined herself. Flawless, milky-white skin without a single blemish. Full G-cups tipped with soft pink nipples. A body without a trace of excess fat, and an ass so large and firm it hardly looked Asian. Even she had never seen a body this beautiful in real life—not even in the AVs and porn videos made specifically to sell sex.

If I just hide my face and only upload photos or videos… it should be fine, right?

That day she ordered several toys she’d only ever seen in AVs. Choosing Tiafans as the place to post was simple: it felt safer. Fewer people knew about it than the big adult apps, there was no Korean-language support, and she couldn’t find a single Korean word anywhere on the site. It felt secure.

She created the account, posted the bio, and waited for the toys to arrive. Every so often she checked the page, but there was zero reaction.

Probably because I only wrote in Korean. Actually, that’s perfect. No chance of anyone from real life finding me here.

The day the packages arrived she put on a latex mask and uploaded the first post she had been imagining for weeks.

She clasped her hands behind her head so her armpits were fully exposed, spread her thighs as wide as they would go, and sat with her knees slightly bent. That was the pose she called her “submission pose”—the very first photo she chose to post.

The reaction was explosive. Dozens of comments flooded in, written in languages she didn’t know. Every time she ran them through a translator, a sharp jolt ran through her nipples and her pussy.

Haa… how long has it been since I felt something this electric?

“Hnn ♡”

Just from reading the comments her nipples tingled and slick arousal spilled out of her, trailing down her thighs. It was exactly like the first time she had fallen into adult videos. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Clothes went flying across the room. She grabbed her full breasts, pinched and twisted the nipples, and rubbed her fingers over her entrance.

Haa… haa… yes. This feeling ♡

The knowledge that countless strangers were looking at her body and thinking filthy thoughts. The guilt of breaking the promise she had made to her boyfriend. And yet the relief that she still hadn’t actually cheated. All of it tangled together, and Cha Saea fell completely into Tiafans.

She posted photos now and then, and about once a month she made a video. Then one day she received a message from her daughter that practically glowed with happiness.

Kim Hajun. The boy who had looked after Seoa when her exotic looks made elementary school hell. Saea still remembered how Seoa used to come home gloomy every day, then suddenly brightened the moment she started talking about her friend Hajun.

Even through plain text her daughter’s joy was unmistakable, and it warmed her heart. For Seoa’s sake she closed the Pilates studio early, bought groceries, and started cooking. While she was preparing dinner right on schedule, a filthy little thought began to bloom in one corner of her mind.

This situation… if I just nudge it a little, I could get some perfect material for Tiafans, couldn’t I?

She had only imagined it for a second and already her pussy was soaking wet.

Hnn ♡

She tried hard to push the thought away while chopping onions, but—

Even if I post it, no one will ever know… And Seoa still seems to like him. What if he’s turned into some weird guy? He was sweet as a kid, but people change. Seoa’s beautiful enough that if this Hajun has any impulsive tendencies, something dangerous could happen. Testing him myself wouldn’t be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠such a bad idea, would it?

Even she could feel how twisted the rationalization had become, yet she kept justifying it until she decided to test Kim Hajun exactly the way she wanted. And then—

I heard these kinds of clothes are trendy online right now.

She slipped into a thin gray long dress that clung to every curve—classic milf fashion. One slow turn in front of the mirror and the panty lines over her ass annoyed her.

Hmm…?

She peeled off the little ribbon-trimmed triangle panties she was wearing and switched into a plain white thong. Another spin. No more lines. When she rolled her hips and made her ass sway, the full, firm movement of her cheeks showed perfectly.

She practiced several natural yet sensual poses in the mirror until the doorbell rang. She opened the front door and found her daughter standing next to a tall, solidly built young man who looked well over 180 cm.

“Oh my. Come on in.”

Holding the doorknob, she leaned forward just enough that her daughter’s friend would get a clear view of her cleavage. Kim Hajun clearly had no resistance to that sort of thing; his eyes wavered and he immediately dropped his gaze to the floor.

First test: pass ♡