The Loser Mom and Her Loser Son
A little while later.
"I'm home..."
"Oh, you're back? I just made curry. Want some?"
"Yes..."
I was in the kitchen, still cooking, while Taeyang sat on the sofa. He lifted a hand and waved cheerfully at my son.
"Hey, you're here? Hurry up and eat so we can knock out the assignment. It's due tomorrow, right?"
"Ah, Taeyang! Yeah, yeah, let's eat quick."
There had been something a little... strange, earlier. Even so, we gathered around the table and ate the curry with real appetite, spoons scraping, mouths working.
Afterward Taeyang wouldn't stop praising the curry I'd made with my own hands. Before I knew it, he had taken my son off into the bedroom.
He really does look after my boy.
"......"
Taeyang is a good kid... a good kid...
When he touched my thigh a few minutes ago, it was nothing but innocent. So I wasn't going to let myself think anything strange.
Minho's bedroom.
Two laptops sat open on the desk, but my eyes weren't on either screen. They were fixed on empty air. The feeling was still there at my fingertips — ah, hot, soft, a little damp... sex!!
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Your mom is seriously pretty."
"Huh?"
I fed the loser a mix of genuine appreciation and praise for his beautiful mother, all sweet and easy, and used it to mock him on purpose.
"No, no, Minho, hehe — honestly, isn't she idol-tier? The body is insane. Is she really forty-one?"
"Uh... yeah. She does look young, though."
The loser had no idea how to answer me, so he just laughed, awkward. Still, look at him. For a guy like that, he didn't seem to mind hearing his mom complimented.
Heh. I can push a little further.
"Yeah, man. Her chest is huge, too. Legs for days. Hey — your mom doesn't have a boyfriend right now, does she?"
"No... she doesn't... I think she's been too busy raising me to care about that stuff."
Ah, so no plans to remarry yet~ heheheh. Then, fuck! I can just be your daddy, you little shit~
"Aww, what a waste. A beauty like that, and men aren't lining up?"
I said it staring the loser dead in the face, deadly serious.
"I'm your mom's fan. I'm gonna be her fan!! Should I bring a cake next time? Strawberry or chocolate — which one's better?"
"Chocolate... hehe... Mom would love that. Thanks, Taeyang."
"Nah, nah, it's nothing! Hahaha!"
The loser laughed, pure as anything, utterly incapable of imagining the future in which his mother would be used as a Meat Toilet.
Well, of course! Geum Taeyang, the one and only friend of this dickless shut-in loser, says he wants to be nice to the mom he loves. No way he'd hate that. Ah, I'm so happy, these pure little shits~ ahaha, what a loser, hehe.
Sneering at that pure idiot, I turned my eyes back to the laptop. Then, in a corner of the PowerPoint slide, I opened a notepad and started typing.
Tak-tak-tak-tak.
[Meat Toilet Training Log.]
[Sensitivity: excellent. Inner-thigh response confirmed♡ Still Grade 2 Sensitivity. Notes: ultra huge-titty milk cow lol. Think the breast milk'll come out? Hope it does. Pussy not checked yet (need to check, haha). But come on, I already know~ (^_^)v It's gonna be marbled, right? I seriously wanna suck on it for real... And...]
"Taeyang, what are you doing?"
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."
Whoops. If I sit here writing trash about his mom right in front of him, even this loser might start to catch on.
Click.
I hit save on the sly, then drifted back to the PowerPoint like nothing had happened.
"Hey, Minho, you put the graph data into slide three."
"Yeah, got it."
After that, just as I'd intended, it was an ordinary stretch of homework.
We'd been working away, perfectly wholesome, for a while when —
Knock, knock.
The loser's mom rapped on her son's door, a tray balanced in one hand.
"You two tired? Have some watermelon while you work!"
"Yes, Mom!"
Creeeak.
Harin opened the door. Inside, Minho and I were sitting side by side in front of the laptops, and the female slated to fall into a meat toilet bent over without a shred of caution and set the tray down at the edge of the desk.
....
Ooh~♡
Leaning forward like that, the neck of her white T-shirt gaped open, and from my eye level I could see straight down inside it. Oh, she hadn't meant to, but this, on its own... was plenty worth looking at.
Damn~
I'm telling you, I can see every bit of that brown flesh crushed inside the sports bra, ma'am♡
"Wow, ma'am~ thank you so much! Hehe, I really love watermelon."
I took my time picking up a slice and bit into it, using those soft tits as a side dish.
Slurp, crunch.
"Thanks, Mom..."
Only once the loser quietly picked up his own slice did the female straighten.
"Oh... Minho, this PowerPoint looks really good. Is that because Taeyang's been helping you?"
"That's... well, um..."
"Oh, come on, Minho did all of it. I was just watching from the side."
I gave the loser's shoulder a light tap. Something about the warm, buddy-buddy little gesture put a pleased look on the female's face. She glanced back and forth between us, then headed for the door again.
"All right, work hard. When you're done, leave the tray outside the room."
"Yes, ma'am~"
"Yes!"
Thud—!
The instant the door shut, I spoke to the future loser who would one day kneel to yours truly, like I'd been waiting for it.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"When your mom bent over, her tits looked like they were gonna spill out."
The hands of the loser who'd been working on the assignment stopped cold.
"Hey... don't say stuff like that."
He was doing his best to look stern, the loser... but come on. Who am I? Geum Taeyang, master of the silver tongue.
"Ah, what? It's a compliment. A compliment. I'm jealous, that's all~ Why are you reacting like that? You're hurting my feelings, sniff."
I laughed it off, letting the words trail, and at the same time deliberately pulled on the mask of looking pitiful. The loser's face flipped to sorry at once.
"...Sorry. I was being sensitive."
"No, no, it's fine. I was just jealous, that's all."
Crunch.
Accepting the loser's apology, I bit off another mouthful of watermelon. Mmm — sweet, cold juice ran down my throat.
Ah, so sweeeet~~♡
Later I'll have to modify her so the breast milk comes out. Ahaha, and the watermelon was fucking delicious too!! I mean, think about it — the best fruit of all is hanging right there, isn't it...? Slurp, flesh packed tight inside that brown rind♡ When the white juice starts dripping later, how sweet is that gonna be. Eheheh, oooh yeaaah♡ That rush when you bite in and the sweet juice floods your mouth. The thrill of gulping it down right in front of her son. Aaah, really!! I can't wait!! Haah... haah... Ahem! C-calm down...
For now I wasn't even sure whether that damned woman produced milk or not. Well, if I got impatient enough, I could always buy a modification drug off one of those back-alley sites I use and put it in her, hehe. Either way, heheh — the loser sitting in front of me didn't put up any real resistance even when I started sexually harassing his mom out loud. Next time I could be more blatant.
Tak-tak-tak.
I added one more line to the notepad hidden behind the PowerPoint.
[Kim Minho / SuperFullStraightUltraMagenta~ dick loser GOAT]