The Harassed Mother
My name is Kang Hojin. I'm twenty years old, currently a jaesusaeng studying to retake the college entrance examination.
Even as an adult, I stand at a meager 160 centimeters with a stocky, rounded frame—in short, the very definition of short and dumpy. It isn't just my appearance, either; I'm notoriously tongue-tied. The truth is, I'm not quite as stupid as people make me out to be. It's just that I'm slow to grasp situations and clumsy with words, which often leaves me unable to say what I want in the moment. Over the years, that hesitation hardened into a habit, shaping me into someone who can barely express himself at all.
Ever since middle school, I was what everyone called a jjintta—a total loser. Zero athletic ability, even less aptitude for fighting, inarticulate, dirt-poor, terrible at school, and completely unremarkable in looks. If there was a checklist of traits required to make someone a social outcast, I checked off every single box.
My mom, on the other hand, is an incredible woman. To me, at least, she's nothing short of a hero. She gave birth to me when she was only eighteen and raised me all on her own as an unwed mother. While raising a child by herself, she passed the geomjeonggosi equivalency exam, put herself through university, and eventually became an English lecturer—even if it's just at a small, out-of-the-way prep academy.
At 165 centimeters tall, Mom boasts a strikingly glamorous figure. Seeing how I turned out, I must have inherited every scrap of my genetics from the father I've never even laid eyes on. Mom is thirty-eight now, but anyone seeing her on the street would mistake her for an unmarried woman in her twenties. That's how youthful and gorgeous she is.
Right now, I'm studying for my exam retake at the very academy where she teaches.
Nobody at the academy knows I'm her son. It wasn't that we went out of our way to keep it a secret; rather, nobody ever bothered asking, and no one would ever dream of connecting a loser like me to a woman like her.
Right now, Mom's class is in session.
She always wears a tight miniskirt paired with a fluttering blouse. Even to me, her son, she looks undeniably attractive, so it goes without saying what the other male students think. Naturally, Mom is one of the most popular instructors in the entire academy.
Attending the academy where your mother teaches might have its pros and cons, but for someone like me—introverted by nature and not one to complain—it isn't particularly bothersome. That is, except for having to witness scenes like this unfold right before my eyes.
"Teacher, I have a question over here."
"Oh, is that so? Let me see. Ah, this part right here is incorrect, so you just need to fix it like this..."
It's an unspoken ritual that plays out in almost every one of Mom's classes.
Our class consists of eight students, seated in pairs at two-person desks arranged on either side with an aisle running down the center. Whenever Mom teaches, the students have made it a habit for the boy sitting farthest from the aisle to raise his hand. Because he sits on the inner side, Mom has to lean deep over the desk from the aisle to get a look at the workbook, bowing forward at the waist.
When she bends forward like that, more than half of her voluptuous, swelling breasts spill out through the gap of her loose blouse. That's exactly what the boys are after. So whenever one asks a question, the others crowd around under the pretense of looking at the problem together. Naturally, I stay glued to my seat, which means every single move they make is laid bare right before my eyes.
One bastard discreetly aims his phone camera up Mom's short skirt. Another pretends to get jostled by the crowding students, using the excuse to grind his crotch against her jutting, rounded rear.
Lately, things have gone even further. One guy rested his hand flat on the desk while asking a question, and when Mom leaned down with both hands planted to inspect the page, her pussy brushed squarely against the back of his hand. Once the others caught wind of it, they started pulling the same trick every single time. Whether Mom realizes it or not, she ends up pressing her crotch right against their hands again and again.
"Holy shit, Park Jiyoung's pussy is fucking insane."
That was what the guy who first pulled it off bragged to the other students during the break, the moment Mom's class ended. He spouted it off like he was recounting some heroic war story.
"Fuck, I had my hand right here on the desk, and Teacher Jiyoung rubbed her pussy right against it. I swear to god, I thought I was gonna lose my mind. Guess who's jerking off with this hand tonight? Haha."
"No way, for real? Holy fuck, she didn't pull away?"
"Pull away? Hell no, it felt like she was deliberately grinding against my hand. Damn, I almost came in my pants right then and there."
Talk like this had become part of their daily routine. Even without that specific exploit, Mom had always been the academy boys' favorite jerk-off material.
"Did you see Park Jiyoung's tits? God, what I wouldn't give to squeeze them just once..."
"Teacher Jiyoung's ass is so fucking fat, it gives me a raging hard-on every damn day. And she only wears those micro-minis, too. I'm practically busting a nut every class, I swear."
"She's wearing red panties today. Haha, managed to catch it on video."
"Let me see, you bastard! Share it! Drop it in the group chat!"
It was always like this. In their fantasies, these boys were constantly fucking my mother.
That day, as I was walking home after classes wrapped up, I heard a voice calling after me from behind.
"Hojin! Wait for me, sweetie!"
I turned around to find Mom.
"Oh, M-Mom..."
"How was my boy's day? Aren't you hungry?"
"Oh, yeah, I bought a snack earlier, so not really. You're off early today?"
"Yeah, I had an empty period today, so I got out early. It's so nice walking home with my son."
"Heh... yeah, I like it too, Mom."
"Aww, look at my cute boy."
With that, Mom wrapped her arms around me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
Mom is naturally full of affection and has always been very open with physical touch. Even in crowded public streets, she treats me like a baby, hugging me and kissing my cheek without hesitation. No matter how much I protest that I'm a grown adult now, she won't budge. She always pulls out that classic mother's cheat code—claiming I'll still be her little baby until the day she dies—and since there's no arguing with that, I've simply given up trying.
As we turned into the alley leading toward our apartment, I spotted two young men smoking a short distance away. Years of living as an outcast had taught me through painful experience that in situations like this, the best thing to do is duck your head low and slip past without making a sound.
"Huh? Kang Hojin. It's Kang Hojin, right?"
Wait... someone recognizes me?
"Who...?"
I lifted my head, only to see Jinwoo and Hyunmin.
Shit, I'm screwed!
Every instinct in my body screamed danger.
Kim Jinwoo and Choi Hyunmin were notorious delinquents around these parts. For all three years of high school, I had been their errand-running shuttle.
"A-Ah... J-Jinwoo... H-Hyunmin... heh heh..."
"Oh my, who are they? Are they your friends, Hojin?"
"Huh? Who's this pretty lady? Your older sister?"
"Hahaha! Oh my, you flatter me. I'm Hojin's mother. Do I really look like his sister?"
"Wait, seriously? I honestly thought you were his older sister."
"My goodness, well, you certainly know how to make an older woman feel good. Are you boys really Hojin's friends?"
"Friends? Hmm... well, something like that. We went to high school together."
"Oh, really? It's so nice to meet you boys! I was always worried that my Hojin didn't have any friends, but to think he had such handsome ones all along."
Truth be told, they really were good-looking. Standing around 180 centimeters tall, athletic, handsome, and muscular, they seemed to possess every single trait a man could want.
"Hey, Kang Hojin. Your mom is crazy hot."
"No kidding. Sexy as hell, fuck."
"Oh dear, listen to you boys. Where did you learn to talk like that? Still, it makes me happy knowing Hojin has friends. Do you two see each other often?"
Ever since middle school, Mom was well aware that I was an outcast. She constantly worried that I had no friends, and if I managed to make even one, she would pour her heart into making sure that friendship lasted. But for a jjintta like me, no amount of devotion from my mother could keep friends around.
Besides, these two inhabited a completely different world from mine.
"U-Um, Mom... t-the thing is... they aren't my frien—"
"What do you mean we aren't? Of course we're friends! Ma'am, we're super close. We lost touch after graduation, but back in school, we were practically joined at the hip. Right, Hojin?"
"Ah... y-yeah... that's right."
We were joined at the hip, all right. Because I was their personal shuttle.
"Oh, is that so? How wonderful! Now that you've run into each other again, you can be close friends from now on."
"Close friends? Hmm... maybe we should. By the way, ma'am, your boobs are insanely huge. What cup size are they?"
"Huh? Wh-What? Goodness, how embarrassing... I'm a D-cup."
"Damn, killer. But isn't that blouse way too tight and suffocating, ma'am? Undo another button so those tits of yours can breathe a little."
"Oh, my word... listen to what you're saying—*cough, cough*."
Jinwoo and Hyunmin snickered, blowing cigarette smoke straight toward Mom's face.
Mom, they're not my friends! Let's get out of here, fast! Mom!
I screamed inside my head, but on the outside, terrified that frowning might upset them, I just stood there wearing a cowardly, subservient grin.
Seeing me smile, Mom must have assumed I was happy to see them. After hesitating for a moment, Mom glanced around the alley and actually unfastened a button on her blouse.
"Goodness, isn't it strange undone like this? Does it... look prettier?"
Just as the boys had told her, Mom undid another button, exposing more than half of her heavy breasts. Shocked, I desperately wanted to stop her, but I didn't have the courage.
"Heh... M-Mom... you don't have to go that far..."
"What?"
Red-haired Jinwoo shot me a scowl. I knew that look all too well. It was the face he made whenever he found something entertaining and someone dared to ruin his fun.
"What was that, Hojin? You've got it all wrong, don't you?"
"A-Ah... no, I just... I think Jinwoo's right. Mom looks way prettier like that."
"R-Really?"
"Let's see if it's pretty."
With that, Jinwoo leaned his face in so close to Mom's chest that he was practically touching her.
"Way prettier. You should walk around like this all the time. Your nipples are covered anyway, right?"
"W-Well, yes, the nipples are covered..."
"Where are they, exactly? Around here?"
Jinwoo jabbed a finger straight into Mom's breast.
"Ah!"
"Hey, isn't it here?" Hyunmin chimed in, jabbing his finger into her other breast.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Tell us. Speak up... Isn't it here?"
Jinwoo poked her breast once more.
"Ah... n-no, not there..."
Mom looked at me with pleading eyes. Her gaze seemed to cry out, Hojin, what do I do? But there was truly nothing I could do for her.
"Mom... I think you just need to tell them."
"Here?"
"No..."
"Here?"
"No..."
Meanwhile, Mom's nipples began to stiffen and peak. Because her breasts were so large, she always wore unpadded single-layer bras. As a result, her nipples often showed faintly through thin summer clothes, and with Jinwoo and Hyunmin relentlessly prodding her flesh, they had quickly hardened into prominent buds.
"Not here either?"
Jinwoo and Hyunmin snickered as they deliberately poked her all over, even prodding the bare flesh exposed by the unbuttoned blouse.
"Ah... mmm... no... mmm... not there... mmm..."
It was around that moment that Mom's voice took on a strange, breathless cadence.
"Wh-Where it's sticking out... ah... where it's poking out is my nipple..."
"Where? It's dark out, so I can't really tell."
At that, Mom actually took Jinwoo's hand and guided it directly against her breast.
"H-Here, right here. Look, see? It's sticking out right here... Ah... a-are you satisfied now?"
"Where, here?"
With that, the blond Hyunmin pinched Mom's erect nipple between his fingers and twisted.
"Ah-haangh! Mmh... y-yes, that's right... that's my nipple..."
"Haha! Hey, Hojin, we can crash at your place and hang out tonight, right?"
"Uh, y-yeah, sure. Is that okay, Mom?"
As if I had any choice in the matter.
I sent a silent cry for help toward Mom. But the cowardly grin I habitually wore whenever I spoke to these two seemed to send the wrong signal entirely, making it look like I was genuinely happy to have them around.
"I-If you're happy, Mom's happy too. L-Let's go... I'll make some snacks for you boys."
"Let's go, then. Move it, Hojin."
Jinwoo pulled Mom's arm around his waist, forcing her to hug him close, while Hyunmin did the exact same on her other side. Mom was made to walk with her arms draped around both of them, and as they moved, the two boys openly groped and kneaded her buttocks. Each time their hands squeezed, Mom flinched and trembled, but offered no real resistance.
And I could do nothing but trail meekly behind, watching as the two bastards walked off with their arms wrapped around my mother, kneading her ass with every step.