The Bastard Who Said He Had a Girlfriend and Took Mom's Mouth
A peaceful day, somewhere around ten in the morning. To set today's plan in motion, I sent the loser a message.
Hah? Look at you, pretending you can talk back. One of these and you heel like a dog, don't you?
....
As expected. That pathetic little shit. Easy. So easy. And now, with the obstacle out of the way, why not go enjoy a date to my heart's content?
The same hour. Kim Harin's apartment.
I was crouched on the living-room floor, wringing out a rag for all I was worth. Hrrraaaah— haaah... Sweat beaded on my brow while I cursed the life I was living. God, seriously, seriously, there was no end to it. The cabinet under the sink still needed wiping. The laundry still needed starting. The bathroom still needed scrubbing. I wanted a break. I wanted one soon.
Ding-dong.
Right then. In the middle of my suffering, the doorbell rang like a savior descending.
Hah— don't tell me it's Taeyang? It was Taeyang. It had to be Taeyang. And if a guest showed up and I kept working, what did that make me? Trash. Cleaning could wait. I talked myself into it with impressive speed, tossed the rag into the bucket with a wet slap, and bolted for the entryway.
The latch clicked. Through the intercom I confirmed the boy outside was Taeyang, and I was so glad to see him that I opened the door at once.
"Come in, Taeyang!"
"Yes, Mom~ I'm here. Is Minho around?"
"No, not today. He went out somewhere. I don't know when he'll be back."
At that, Taeyang dipped his head, looking disappointed.
"Ah, I see. Then I'll just..."
No, no, no— he was about to leave just because my son wasn't home? I snatched the lifeline first. I caught the arm of the savior who had come to rescue my break.
"No, no, Taeyang! It's hot out. Come in and sit in the air-conditioning for a bit. I'll get you something good to eat."
"Oh... really? Then I won't be polite about it. Excuse me."
Maybe he had felt how badly I wanted him to stay. Either way, Taeyang came inside, just as a certain housewife had prayed he would. I planted him on the sofa and rushed to the kitchen to ransack the refrigerator. Let's see... Poca Chips, a sleeve of Pepero sticks, a stack of Choco Pies. That ought to be enough. I arranged every snack in the house on a plate with careful hands and carried it out to the living room.
"Whoa. Looks good."
He munched. He crunched.
"It's delicious, Mom."
"Hehe. Eat lots."
That was Taeyang for you. He didn't just eat. He went out of his way to say it was good, and that put me in a wonderful mood. He understood a woman's heart far too well. Honestly, that boy. Heheh. Thanks to him, the two of us sat there alone, happily picking at snacks and drifting through this and that, easy as anything.
And then... hm?
I noticed his expression shift, just a little. He fiddled with a snack, dropped his gaze, parted his lips and closed them again. The face of someone turning over something heavy.
Worry rose in me, simple and sincere, and I asked.
"Is something wrong, Taeyang?"
He lifted his head. His cheeks had gone faintly red.
Eh...
"The thing is... I got a girlfriend, but..."
Oh. Girlfriend talk. Youth.
"Mm-hm, mm-hm!"
My eyes lit up. Honestly, I was a little excited. Taeyang's girlfriend story. That sounded fascinating.
He squirmed. Rubbed his palms together. Rubbed them again.
Oh, Taeyang, honestly. The way he ground his hands on his knees, shy as anything, fidgeting like a hamster—it was unbearably cute.
"It's all right, Taeyang. Tell me anything. This adult will listen to all of it."
"Ah... yes. It's, um... actually, I don't know how you're supposed to kiss."
"Hm...? A kiss?"
Aha. He didn't know how to kiss? Our Taeyang really was a late bloomer. That boy, I swear. And the adult who could solve his trouble perfectly was sitting right in front of him, right now.
"Ahaha, that was the worry? Ahaha! It's like this, you see. Don't force it. Tilt your head a little, naturally, and..."
I explained with my hands, miming the kiss as I went. Like this. Like so. A light movement of the lips, short at first, drawing a response out of the other person...
"Mom, just watching isn't really enough for me to get it. Could you show me yourself?"
"Show you?"
For a second I was flustered. But he was asking so innocently. And it was true that an explanation alone might not be enough. In my own way, I accepted it.
"All right. But how am I supposed to demonstrate...?"
I genuinely had no idea how a demonstration was meant to work.
Taeyang's face slid closer.
"Eh... you don't mean—?"
"Then I'll try."
"H-hey... wait a second...?"
He seized me.
"Nnngh...?!"
In an instant those two small hands clamped both my cheeks. Before I had any gap in which to refuse, Taeyang's tongue pushed straight through the seam of my lips. The wet tip swept up under my tongue and drove in deep, licking, sucking, dragging.
"Nngh..."
W-what?! I have to push him off... this is wrong! I can't do this with a kid... nnh. And yet my hands could not shove his shoulders away. My fingers only clutched his shirt and shook. Why... why won't my body move? Something's wrong... nnh.
The male tongue wound around the female one and sucked it up. In my mouth, on my tongue, I could taste him.
"Nnh... mmph—"
This feels good...? Eh? Why? I couldn't understand the feeling at all. My head went white. Taeyang moved as if he had already eaten his way through plenty of women, working his tongue with practiced ease until he owned the inside of my mouth completely. He licked the roof with the tip, then suddenly burrowed under my tongue, hooked it, and sucked. He pulled off and sealed on again, over and over, playing with me in the most literal sense.
"Mmmph!!"
That was when he noticed, at least partly, that I was resisting—and he made sure I couldn't. He changed the angle of his head all at once and tipped it deep to the right. A soft bite. He caught my lower lip between his teeth, just hard enough not to hurt.
"Hnnph?!"
The surprise of it opened my mouth wider, and he had been waiting for exactly that. He drew my lip out in a long suck, let it go, and drove his tongue in at the same moment. Deep. Wet. Again.
"Nnh... nnph...♡"
A moan leaked up from the bottom of my throat. My tongue was being pulled in with no regard for what I wanted, and my whole body trembled. Nnh, I have to refuse. This boy is my son's friend... barely twenty... doing this with a child—?!
He sucked harder. A long, wet drag.
"Haaht...♡ mmph♡"
What is... this...?! It's insane...♡ I had never kissed my dead husband like this. Everywhere the tip of his tongue touched, my body answered as if current were running through it. Heat flooded my lower belly. A slick pulse. A throb.
"Slurp~ is this how you do it? Mmm~"
"Mmph... nngh♡♡"
As my body grew hotter, Taeyang moved to take the lead completely and gave my shoulder a light push. I went down. My body lost the initiative as if by a miracle and spilled across the sofa. My back pressed into the cushions, leaving me half-reclined, and Taeyang kept that thick, greedy kiss going as he climbed up over my enormous breasts. He sucked. He drank.
"Nngh... mmph... nn♡♡"
His small frame settled into the valley of those huge tits.
"Mmm— mph, mm...♡"
He pinned the female tongue under his own and rubbed it side to side. Spit welled over and ran madly down my chin, drop after drop. Smack, lick, suck— a long, wet pull.
"Mmm~ they say if you do it like this when you kiss, a woman feels good."
"Mmph?! Haa...♡"
His left hand slipped down. It closed over the breast swelling under my white T-shirt and squeezed. Hard. The fabric creaked.
"Haht!!"
The pressure of his fingers came through the shirt, and my eyes flew open on their own. A long, kneading squeeze. His minimal hand couldn't begin to contain those super hyper cow-tits. Flesh hidden under the cloth bulged out between his fingers. Taeyang swept the roof of my mouth with a skilled tongue and, at the same time, curled his fingers and worked the whole breast like dough. Soft. Pliant. Yielding. Suck. Slurp.
"Nn... Tae, Taeyang... mm... this is... nnph♡"
"Ah!! Is this how you do it?"
He drove in again. A deep suck.
"Mmph... nnnngh!!!!"
His tongue shoved deep once more and cut my words off halfway.
"Hnnph...♡♡ mmph!!"
Before a great male, a worthless female could only pray, and pray again, that this time—that this demonstration—would end quickly.
A little while later, the hellish demonstration finally ended.
"Haa. I think I understand it now. Kissing, I mean."
"Hnn...♡ heh...?"
Taeyang slowly drew his tongue out of my mouth. What they call the bond. The thread of spit people name a symbol of fate still linked male to female. But unlike the triumphant male, the female lay sprawled defenseless on the sofa with her tongue hanging long.
"Oh my~ Mom, don't tell me... I should probably do this part properly too! Otherwise it isn't a real demonstration."
"Heh...?"
The female had collapsed, gone slack, come apart. Taeyang had stopped the kiss. His hand had not stopped. As if to prove he had conquered her, the little beast took the female's massive breasts, bared in shape beneath the T-shirt, and squeezed and released them at his leisure, playing with them however he liked, like a meat-slime toy that belonged to him alone. Knead. Soft. Softer.
"Mom, so kissing feels this good. Right?"
"Nnhuh... nhaa...♡"
Ahya... ehe... Because of the hand working my chest, I couldn't calm down. I couldn't get my breath back.
Hnnph!!
I was an adult. An elite. I dragged my scattered mind together by force. No. This is not allowed... get a hold of yourself...!
"Tae, Taeyang... that's enough—"
A snap.
"Hnnnht!!♡♡♡"
Thumb and forefinger. The nipple standing through shirt and bra. Snapped.
Pity, but the female's resistance was erased by it. Taeyang found the nipple jutting through T-shirt and bra and flicked it dead-on.
Snap.
"Haaaht♡!!"
Haa... nnh♡♡ What just— what was that—?!
"This feels good, doesn't it? Doing it after a kiss?"
Snap.
"Hnnght!!!♡♡"
Taeyang flicked the nipple again, then cupped the back of my head in his hand.
"Mmmph♡ hnnnht...?!"
Leaving me flustered behind him, he skillfully pinched the nipple tight between thumb and forefinger.
"Hnnnht!!!!♡♡"
Pleasure dropped the female's mouth open, and he put in the finishing blow. He pushed his tongue inside. Slurp. A long suck. Another snap.
"Nnhuh, mmph♡♡!!"
I couldn't... I couldn't run. I put strength into it... I put strength into it... and the moment his tongue swept mine from below and twisted around it, the strength ran out. Lick. Smack, smack. A deep, wet pull.
"Haa... nngh...! Nnphmm...♡ mmph... Tae..."
At the same time the fingers of his right hand rubbed the nipple as if turning it. He pressed, pulled, scraped lightly upward with a nail. Completely. He toyed with the woman already scheduled to become a toilet.
"Mm—!! nnh, hnnph♡ suck— mmph♡♡"
Toilet-chan's waist jumped under the outrageous technique. Haaht♡♡ hiiht♡♡!! I needed to refuse, but my hand... why... my fist was shaking. Whaah—? Th-this is—!! Wh-what am I...♡ eh...? My head was melting. A feeling this deep, this sticky, this blanking— I had never had it before.
Haa...!
"Feels good, right?"
"Mmph...♡ nhaa...?"
The male caught the female's tongue in his teeth and drew it slowly out of her mouth.
"Eheh...? Nngh...♡ ahya..."
He licked up the exposed bitch's tongue with his own and sucked it in, branding the female with a mark she would never wash off. Slurp. Suck. Smack.
"Haa... ah... nnh...♡"
My eyes were already half-gone. Unfocused pupils aimed at the ceiling. So much spit had fallen that I couldn't even tell whose it was. Another wet pull. A smack.
"Ahya... nn— mmph...♡"
"Your reactions are a little weak. We're not done yet, Mom."
This time Taeyang sucked my lower lip out in a soft pull and tightened the fingers on my nipple. Hard. A little snap of pressure. He pumped the fuel called pleasure into the female he had pressed flat.
"Hnnt♡!! Mmm—nnph♡♡!!!"
Dosed with that fuel, the female came back like an animal, drooling thick love-juice in strings. Drip. Drip. And as the signal that she was ready, her thighs clamped tight together inside her hot pants.
Heh...? Nnh...♡
"Heh heh. Looks like you're ready."
"Nn... ah...?"