Can I touch your boobs, ma’am
Part 2 - Can I touch your boobs, lady?
Once we got home, I went into my room with these guys.
Even though they’d bullied me throughout my entire senior year of high school, I’d never once told them where I lived. I was afraid that if they knew where I lived, they’d come to my house to torment me, so even though I endured terrible humiliation, I never told them—but today, my mom actually ended up leading these guys right into my room herself.
“What do you guys like? I’ll go get you some snacks. Should I order something tasty?”
“No, we eat well. Especially if Auntie is treating us, we have to eat whatever she offers. Hahaha.”
“Hahahaha, this little brat—if she’s treating us, of course we’ll eat! Hahaha.”
“What are you talking about? Anyway, just wait a minute. I’ll go change my clothes and bring some snacks.”
Mom went to change her clothes, and I was left alone in the room with these guys.
They looked around the room and then flopped down on the bed as if it were their own living room. I didn’t know where to go, so I just stood there awkwardly.
“Hey, loser. You just play a game. Turn the volume up loud and don’t look back, got it?”
“Uh, yeah… aren’t you guys going to play? There’s only one computer, so if you guys are going to play, I don’t have to…”
“You just play. We’re going to do something more fun.”
“Oh, really? There’s nothing particularly fun in my room, though.”
“You know that bitch of a mom of yours, right?”
Jin-woo said “that bitch of a mom” in a nonchalant, indifferent tone, as if it were no big deal.
“‘Mom… bitch’?”
I found myself staring straight at Jin-woo without even realizing it, and he suddenly scowled and grabbed me by the collar.
“What’s the matter, loser? Does it bother you that I called her a ‘bitch’? What’s wrong with ‘bitch’? A girl’s a bitch, isn’t she? You know what a female is, right?”
“Oh, right, right, I know what a female is. Hah hah.”
“So is your mom a male, then? She’s a female, right?”
“Uh-huh, yeah. My mom’s a female too.”
“So calling her ‘that bitch’ is the right way to put it, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh, I guess so. If you look at it that way.”
“ Hey… hey, cut it out. You’re gonna make me cry. Don’t go making the atmosphere weird just because this kid’s ‘bitch of a mom’ shows up—just leave him alone.”
Only after Hyun-min stepped in did Jin-woo let go of the collar he’d been grabbing.
“Anyway, loser, if you don’t want to die, focus on the game when your ‘bitch of a mom’ comes in and don’t look back, got it?”
“Uh-huh, got it. Thanks for letting me play.”
I actually thought it was for the best. Just making eye contact with them in such a cramped room was uncomfortable for me. It was a relief to just stare at the computer screen instead.
I turned on the computer and started playing the game.
“Shouldn’t I wear a headset? I can’t hear you guys very well when I’m wearing one—is that okay?”
“Ugh, you idiot, just figure it out yourself~ You just stay right there like you’re not even in this room, you moron~”
“Oh, yeah, got it. I’ll be quiet.”
I was actually grateful. At least now they wouldn’t bother me or give me a hard time.
A little while later, Mom came in with some snacks.
I caught a glimpse of her coming in out of the corner of my eye.
‘Whoa.’
It seems Mom treats these kids like little kids, just like she does me. She came in wearing only the lingerie she wears around the house, holding a bowl of snacks. She always wore lingerie when she came home, saying it was comfortable, but with these kids around, wearing sheer, flimsy lingerie that showed everything through…
But I couldn’t let on. I just kept staring at the computer monitor, pretending I couldn’t hear or see anything because I was so absorbed in my game.
“Hey, Ho-jin, have a snack before you play.”
“Leave him alone. He loves games—once he starts, he’s completely absorbed. He’s wearing headphones, so he can’t hear a thing right now.”
“Still, just eat this first.”
Looking at me with a hint of disappointment, Mom let Jin-woo lead her by the hand and sat down on the floor. Jin-woo perched on the edge of the bed, and Hyun-min sat on the floor across from Mom.
I was actually curious about all this, so I turned a small desk mirror next to my computer monitor to an angle where I could see them clearly. I quietly turned down the volume on my headset so they wouldn’t notice, and I could hear every word they said.
I could only see Mom’s back, but to them, her underwear showing through her clothes and her voluptuous figure must have been fully visible. I could see Hyun-min, sitting across from her, and Jin-woo, sitting to her side, constantly scanning Mom’s body from head to toe.
‘Mom, you have to send them away. Those guys aren’t the innocent students you think they are.’
I was screaming that in my mind, but I pretended not to see or hear anything, staring only at the game screen on my computer monitor.
“Kids, go ahead and eat. I was so worried, thinking my son didn’t have a single friend, but seeing you all today, I realize he has such great friends after all.”
“Oh, really? Well, it’s not that Ho-jin doesn’t have friends. It’s just that he looks out for us. Haha, right, Hyun-min?”
“Yeah, yeah. If it weren’t for us, Ho-jin would be hanging out with the losers… I mean, not that—he just doesn’t really try to get along with introverted guys. Haha.”
“Oh, I see. So, about that… I have a favor to ask.”
Mom moved even closer to Jin-woo, who was perched on the edge of the bed, placed her hand on his knee, and looked up at him as she spoke.
“Are you guys part of what they call the ‘top dogs’? I’m not stupid—I could tell just by looking at you. But since you’ve been so nice to my Ho-jin, I’m asking you a favor: would you take him out and hang out with him? If you do, I’ll even give you some pocket money.”
It seemed Mom really wanted that kind of thing. She was earnestly asking Jin-woo for a favor. Those kids probably had no idea what was on Mom’s mind, but at the very least, Mom was pleading with them quite earnestly.
After saying that, Mom placed one hand on Jin-woo’s lap and gazed intently into his eyes. After a moment of silence, Jin-woo spoke up.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll take full responsibility for Jin-woo. Even though we might not look like much, we’re pretty well-connected around here. As long as he’s my friend, no one can touch him. From now on, I’ll take care of him.”
“Is that really true? You promised me, okay~”
With that, Mom practically leaped up and rushed over to Jin-woo, hugging him tightly.
‘Whoa!’
I was so startled I almost turned around.
Mom wrapped both arms around Jin-woo’s neck, and Jin-woo hugged her back tightly while squeezing her butt.
“Don’t worry. I’ll come over often, and I’ll always hang out with Ho-jin. Hehe.”
“Okay, thank you, thank you.”
Whether Mom knew he was groping her butt or not, she held Jin-woo tightly and kept thanking him over and over. In the mirror, Jin-woo flashed his signature sly grin and slyly pulled Mom’s skirt up a little.
Mom’s white lace panties were on full display, revealing even her big butt.
“Oh, damn it, hug me too. Me too.”
“Oh, okay, okay, come here.”
This time, Hyun-min hugged Mom and started groping her butt. He was holding her tight while rubbing her butt through her panties.
Then Jin-woo, who had been standing behind her, wrapped his arms around Mom from behind, and now Mom was sandwiched between the two of them. Jin-woo was hugging Mom from behind like a back hug, but his hands had crept up slightly, gently groping the area just below her breasts.
“Oh my, my skirt’s ride up. Oh, how embarrassing.”
Saying that, Mom sat back down and pulled her skirt down.
‘Her skirt didn’t just ride up—those two lifted it up on purpose. Snap out of it, Mom.’
“Embarrassing? You look pretty.”
“Pretty, my foot~ You’re just saying that because of my butt, aren’t you~? Well, I guess at your age, you’re curious about an older woman’s panties, aren’t you? Hahaha.”
“That’s right, at our age, hehe. It’s not a bad thing, is it? It’s natural, right? Don’t you think so, lady?”
“Of course~ That goes without saying~”
“So, speaking of which, lady, what cup size are your boobs?”
Hyun-min chimed in from beside him. Jin-woo was usually the better fighter and had more of a natural leader’s temperament. Hyun-min, on the other hand, was a guy with a rough mouth who was always swearing.
“Oh my, kid. What do you mean ‘boobs’? You’re supposed to say ‘chest.’”
“Ma’am, there are so many words for it—boobs, tits, tits, milk jugs, milk cans, chest, breasts—what’s the difference?”
“Hmm, well. Aren’t they all the same? I only teach English, so I don’t really know about that stuff. Hehe.”
‘Mom, that’s not what I meant.’ At times like this, my mom really seemed clueless. Then again, even normally, she had a strangely clueless or absurdly naive side to her. Maybe it’s because I’m slow to read situations—or maybe it’s just in my mom’s genes.
“Well, since they all mean the same thing, isn’t it okay to call them ‘boobs’?”
“Come on, kid, that sounds rude. It might make people feel bad if they hear that. It’s better to just say ‘chest’ politely, or ‘breasts’—that’s the right way to say it.”
“Oh, so what cup size are your breasts, ma’am?”
“Yeah, a full D-cup.”
“That’s pretty big, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, for someone my age, they’re on the larger side.”
“Auntie, is it okay if I call yours ‘breasts,’ but would you get upset if I called them ‘tits’?”
“Hmm, well, I don’t really have any strong feelings about it, though…”
“So does that mean we can call them ‘tits,’ ‘boobs,’ or ‘tits’ when we’re talking to you? And we’ll just say ‘breasts’ or ‘chest’ when we’re talking to other women?”
“Hmm… well, since it doesn’t really bother me, sure, go ahead.”
‘This doesn’t make any sense… Hmm…’
“What’s your name, Auntie?”
“Oh, my name is Park Ji-young. I heard your name is Jin-woo. And you’re Hyun-min, right?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’m Kim Jin-woo, and this is Choi Hyun-min.”
“Okay, let’s get along well from now on. Please take good care of my son, and I’ll take good care of you, too.”
“Should we give each other a hug to seal the deal?”
“Shall we? Come here, and I’ll give you a hug.”
Jin-woo walked over to his mom and pulled her into a hug. It wasn’t a hug or an embrace. It was just him pulling her close.
“Auntie, can you give me a kiss, too? I heard you give Ho-jin kisses all the time, right?”
Back in his freshman year of high school, the kids at school had teased him, saying they didn’t know how he found out, but that Mom still gave him a kiss when he went to school. Jin-woo must have remembered that, because he was asking Mom for a kiss.
“Hehe, so you guys know about that too. Okay, since you’re my son’s friends, I’ll give you a kiss.”
With that, his mom kissed Jin-woo on the cheek.
“This time, I’ll give you one. As a thank-you.”
Saying that, Jin-woo hugged his mom tightly, pressed his lips against hers, and sucked on her lips. All the while, his hands were groping her butt.
“Mmm. Suck.”
“Oh my, sweetie, that’s not a peck—that’s a kiss. Hehe.”
Maybe because of the kiss, Mom didn’t seem to notice Jin-woo’s hands groping her butt.
“Damn it, me too, me too! Aunt Ji-young, I want a kiss too.”
“Oh my, you little rascal. Okay, come here~”
Mom hugged Hyun-min again, and Hyun-min immediately started sucking on her lips. And, as expected, he started groping her butt.
“Mmm, hmm… mmm~”
“Oh my, you little rascal… what if you stick your tongue in there~~”
Even though she said that, Mom was still treating these kids like little children.
“Auntie, by the way, if you’re a D-cup, how many spans is that? It doesn’t fit in one hand, right?”
“How many spans? I don’t know about that. I’ve never measured it.”
“Should I measure them? See how many spans they are in my hand?”
“Oh my, you kids are curious about everything, aren’t you? Go ahead and measure.”
“Oh shit, me too, me too…”
Hyun-min chimed in from beside him.
“Just measure them one at a time. You know, Auntie, you have two breasts. Hahaha”
“I said ‘tits.’”
“That’s just what you guys call them. ‘Breasts’ is the right word.”
“Since we said we’d be friends, it’d be nice if we used the same words, right?”
“Should we? Then come here and measure my tits.”