The Idiot Friend-chan Who Jerked Off for the First Time to His Mom's Photo
Sometime around ten, deep into the night.
The friend's mother—the one scheduled to fall and become a meat toilet—was slumped at an angle against the sofa, lazily pumping out that ripe female scent while a variety show flickered in front of her.
Creak. A door opened.
I drank Harin in at once.
…
"Oh, heading out now?"
"Ah, yes! I was just going to use the bathroom first."
"But Minho's already in there, isn't he?"
"Oh, is he?"
"He bolted straight for the bathroom the second he came out of the room. You didn't see?"
"I missed it, hehe. Then I'll wait till Minho's done~ use the bathroom, and head home after that."
"Mm. You need anything?"
"Ahaha, I'm fine~ Mom."
Everything Harin had just said, I'd already seen with my own eyes.
How could I not know? Please. That wouldn't even make sense.
Because the single greatest idiot in the history of the human race had almost certainly gotten stupidly, violently hard over a certain photo I'd slipped him back in that room. Right about now—ehehe, kikit!—he'd be busy doing something very nice indeed.
…
Step. Step.
Picturing a truly beautiful, happy future—the sekai itself—I drifted naturally toward the sofa and came to a stop right beside Harin-chan.
"Minho's mother… Mom! The watermelon today was seriously delicious."
I leaned in farther as I said it. And then that trademark little hand of mine slipped into the gap between the hem of her white T-shirt and her hot pants, one finger grazing the bare strip of waist that had slipped into view.
"Really? I'm glad you enjoyed it."
What the hell. This female bitch—why…
She didn't even take her eyes off the TV. Just turned her head a fraction.
Had she failed to notice the hand on her waist, or noticed and simply not cared? Hmm. I quietly drew the hand back and eased away.
All the way to the waist, and not so much as a twitch. Noted♡
"Mom, it really seems like… Minho isn't planning on coming out. Tch. I can't just stand around forever, so I'll head off. Take care!"
"Oh my, will you be all right?"
"Yes, goodbye!!"
I gave the future toilet-bitch a bright little farewell, then flicked a glance toward the bathroom.
Hehehe. And why, exactly, did our idiot suddenly need the bathroom?
Aaah, I'm so curious~ kiyot.
Well, well. I, the great Geum Taeyang, had finished everything I came to do. I opened the front door and walked out just like that.
Idiot Junior, see you—Mother~ bitch~ photo~ cock-jerk~♡
Tick. Tock.
"Mmm. Mmmngh."
Something's wrong!! My son is acting strange.
About thirty minutes had passed since Taeyang went home, and no matter how I turned it over, something felt off. Minho—my son—had been in the bathroom for thirty minutes and still hadn't come out. What on earth could he be doing in there…
Creak. And then—
Oh my. Speak of the devil. He's finally coming out…?
The bathroom door opened, and my son stepped into the hall. But to a mother's eyes, his face looked like he was in pain. He was flushed a furious red all the way to the tips of his ears.
"Minho, why does your face look like that?"
I went straight to him and lifted my gaze to his face. And in that instant—huh. I could feel his eyes wavering.
"Did something happen…?"
…
"It's nothing…!"
"Eh—?! Sweetheart, no, I mean—are you sick…?"
"Why—why do you keep staring… nngh!! Just stop!!!"
"…"
He knocked my hand away and slammed his bedroom door—bang!
Eh…? What just happened.
I couldn't make sense of it at all. Why would my sweet boy suddenly act like that?
Mmmn… ah—gasp!!
Don't tell me it's puuuuberty?!
Huuuk. That's a little shocking. Puberty, at twenty?
It doesn't make any sense, and yet that reaction is puberty. Kkheuk, my darling boy… he's always been so good. They say every boy goes through a phase like that, but he's awfully late, this one.
Tch. Well, if that's what it is—!
Then Mom just has to understand. What else is there to do? I prayed he'd come through his puberty safely.
Lord, please let my son endure this stormy, turbulent season!!
At the very hour Mom was offering up a prayer whose cause she couldn't begin to name, I was face-down on the bed with the blanket hauled all the way over my head.
Haa… haa… my heart's still hammering…♡
The guilt of having just yelled at Mom, and the afterglow of what I'd done in the bathroom, were tangled together until my head was a complete mess.
I pulled out my phone and opened the gallery, coming face to face again with the photo that had wrecked me—the one that had scrambled my brain past saving.
> GeumTaeyang~ Assignment Materials.
Inside the folder, a single photograph sat on display.
A tall frame. Tanned skin the color of brown wood. Enormous breasts, drooping just slightly under their own weight. Firm thighs. Long legs, and a waist that curved with a languid, obscene grace. The face, for some reason, mosaicked out…?
I stared at the nude of a woman showering with her guard completely down, and for a moment my finger stopped dead on the screen.
She really looks like our mom…
Ack—?!
The instant the thought of Mom flickered through me, I denied it on instinct. No, no, no! This is just some picture off the internet. Taeyang said he got it from the older guys, didn't he? There are bound to be people who look alike. The world's a big place, and people come in all kinds… nngh.
But the build, the height, the size of the breasts… the color of the skin. It was exactly like her, as if the photo were pointing straight at Mom—
Uwaaaaah!! No no no no!!
I shoved the filthy thought away by force.
Haa. Anyway, it was my first time…!
In nearly twenty years of being alive, I had never once looked at a picture like that. The reason, when I thought about it, was simpler than you'd expect. I'd just never had the nerve to search for one on the internet. Ahem.
So when Taeyang, in the middle of homework, had casually slipped me the photo—when he'd shared it with a, "Hey, man, if you're a guy you've gotta know at least this much"—I, faced with an unknown wonder of the modern world, went red in the face and, in the end, had no choice but to take it.
And in the bathroom, for the first time, I stroked it. Tuk, tuk.
Yeah. Honestly, it felt good. Like electricity running through my whole body… so this was the thing every man talks about. That feeling hit me all over again, sharp and real.
I switched the screen off and laid the phone on my chest.
"Hehe… treasure number one."
Thanks, Taeyang… I'm so damn horny… hehe♡
…
The female scheduled to become a meat toilet someday probably has no idea. No idea that she herself is the reason her son got hard—that the female body in that photograph is her own.
And somewhere in the idiot's house, even tonight, certain cameras blink in the dark…
Whirrrrr.