It's Just a Greeting, Son. You Know That, Right?
"Shall we? Then come over here and measure my tits."
With that, Mom perched on the edge of the bed between the two of them, arching her back and thrusting her chest toward their waiting hands. What the hell was happening? The whole situation was utterly absurd. But what was even more insane was that watching my own mother like this was making my dick rock-hard.
God... Getting hard looking at my own mother. I'm absolute trash.
The two boys pounced from either side, each grabbing one of Mom’s breasts and kneading the soft flesh.
"Haa-eungh... mmph..."
Was I just imagining that she was moaning? Mom clamped a hand over her mouth, darting a nervous glance in my direction to see if I was watching.
"Don't worry about Hojin. He's totally glued to his game. Besides, with a headset on, he can't hear a damn thing."
"O-oh... is that so?"
Mom seemed to stammer, a hot flush visibly creeping across her cheeks.
"I can't tell how many spans wide they are through your clothes, lady. Pull your top down."
"Goodness, boys... If I pull it down, I'm not wearing a bra, so my bare breasts will be completely exposed."
"They're tits, lady..."
"Ah, right. Tits. If I pull it down, you'll see my bare tits. I'm not wearing a bra."
"Ah, fuck it, who cares if they're bare? We're your son's friends, aren't we? Come here, give us a kiss on the lips."
Before I knew it, Hyunmin had completely dropped all formalities with Mom, casually tossing profanities into the mix. Yet Mom didn't seem bothered by it at all. Or maybe she was just completely disoriented. Normally, she would never have tolerated such insolent punks running their mouths like that, but today, Mom was acting completely bizarre.
"A kiss on the lips? Ah... alright then. I'll give you a kiss on the lips."
Hyunmin pulled Mom into an embrace and pressed his mouth to hers.
"Mmph... chu... ahn... mm... Oh my... hey... hah..."
The moment Mom touched her lips to his, Hyunmin wrapped his arms tightly around her and deepened it into a full kiss. At first, Mom tried to push him off, but he held her fast in a tight grip, prying her mouth open to force his tongue inside. Her hands, initially pushing back in resistance, grew noticeably weak, and her firmly sealed lips parted.
Slurp... chomp... mmph... chu... shluck...
Hyunmin and Mom were now engaged in a genuine, sloppy French kiss. Meanwhile, from behind, Jinwoo slid his hands under her clothes, grabbing her bare breasts and kneading them furiously.
"My goodness... hey... touching my bare breasts like that..."
Chu... mwah... slurp...
Just as Mom tried to turn around to scold Jinwoo, his lips crashed down on hers.
"Ah... hah..."
Taking advantage of the distraction, Hyunmin yanked her top down, baring her breasts completely before groping and fondling the exposed flesh.
"Nn... ah... aah-eungh..."
Mom arched her back as she kissed Jinwoo, letting out helpless moans.
"A-ah... s-stop... hah..."
Suddenly, Mom sat upright. Darting a quick, guilty glance at me, she pulled her clothes back up over her breasts and smoothed out her outfit.
"Stop it, boys. Hah... You can't just grope a grown woman's bare breasts like that."
"They're tits, lady. How fucking dumb are you?"
"Ah, right, tits... Hah, you shouldn't just touch a lady's tits like that without permission." With that, Mom stood up to leave. "W-well, make yourselves at home... I'll... I'll go get some rest..."
Just as she turned to leave, Jinwoo stood up, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her back against him. Squeezing her ass firmly, he stared straight into her eyes.
"Hey, lady. Come back later, got it?"
Mom gazed blankly at him. It lasted only a brief moment—a minute? Ten seconds? Maybe just a split second. But I knew that look in Jinwoo's eyes all too well. His tone sounded polite, calm, and quiet without raising his voice, yet there was a heavy, suffocating pressure beneath it.
"Come back later, got it?" Whenever Jinwoo made a demand, he had a habit of tacking on "got it?" And when Jinwoo said "got it?", it meant you had no choice but to obey.
"Huh? U-uh-huh. Y-yes, alright."
Had Mom already gotten used to these punks dropping all respect, or had she been thoroughly intimidated by Jinwoo's quiet, domineering tone? Like a docile lamb, she simply nodded at him and slipped out of the room.
"Holy fuck, that bitch's tits are insanely bouncy, aren't they?"
"Haha, fuck yeah. Feels like we finally found a bitch worth devouring after a long dry spell."
"Hey, with a body like that, can't we just push her down right now? This loser doesn't even have a dad around. Let's just go take her. Fuck that bitch."
That was Hyunmin. These bastards were casually talking about raping my mother.
"Before that..." Jinwoo smirked and called out to me. "Oi, jjintta. Hey, loser."
I pretended not to hear. If I responded right away, they'd realize I had been listening the whole time, so I kept my eyes fixed on the monitor, acting oblivious.
"Ah, for fuck's sake." Jinwoo kicked the back of my chair.
Only then did I pull off my headset as if I had just noticed, turning to face them.
"Y-yeah? Did you call me?"
"Get over here, you little jjintta."
I sat down on the floor before them.
"Hey, which academy does that bitch of a mom work at?"
"Huh? Oh, Cheongsol Academy. The one behind the intersection."
"Yeah? Does your whore mom have a boyfriend?"
"A-a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, a fucking boyfriend. Someone who fucks her brains out."
"P-probably not. I don't really know about that stuff."
"So after popping you out, she hasn't spread her pussy for anyone else?"
Fuck... these piece-of-shit bastards... What the hell were they saying about my mom?
"H-how would I know..."
"True, as if a bitch spreading her cunt would do it out in the open in front of her son."
"Still, dumbass, you must've seen her come home hammered at dawn with her clothes all disheveled, right? Days like that mean she just got her pussy wrecked, you retard."
"My mom isn't like that."
Hyunmin chimed in, spouting utter filth without a shred of hesitation.
"Like this pathetic jjintta would even notice anyway. Whatever. Did you hear her moaning earlier while we squeezed her tits? If we set our minds to it, she's an easy lay. Let's just drag her in and run a train on her."
"Y-you guys... what are you talking about..."
"What do you think, fucker? We're gonna crack open your mom's pussy and fuck her silly. We were groping her tits like crazy just now, retard, and swapping spit with her. Fuck, I want to do it again. She's so goddamn hot, and her tits are so perky, lmao. At first she pushed back, but once I slurped on her tongue, she started sucking mine right back. Right, Jinwoo? That bitch was sucking on your tongue too, wasn't she?"
"Haha, fuck yeah. Once you suck on her lips, she starts sucking right back. But hold your horses. Looking at that bitch, with just a little work, she'll be lifting her own skirt and begging us to fuck her cunt. Don't rush it, Hyunmin; just do what I tell you. Soon enough, I'll have her on her knees begging for it. That's the only way we get to play with her however we want."
"Oh, really? Alright, fine. You're the expert on that shit. As long as I get to fuck that bitch on the regular, I'm good."
It was true. Jinwoo definitely knew how to break a woman. Back in our school days, any girl who caught his eye ended up getting passed around by his iljin crew, and somehow, every single girl who fell into his clutches ended up completely helpless, obeying his every whim.
"G-guys, you're... to my mom... that's way too—"
Smack!
Out of nowhere, Jinwoo slapped me hard across the face. My cheek stung violently, and I tumbled to the floor right at his feet.
"Has this motherfucker forgotten his place? Talking back to me? Listen up. We're gonna fuck that bitch raw and pass her around. Got a problem with that?"
"N-no... I... that's not what I..."
Cowardly and pathetic. I hated myself. But... I didn't have the strength to fight back against them.
"Tsk, this loser completely killed the mood today. Let's bounce."
A cowardly wave of relief washed over me. It looked like they were leaving without doing anything worse today.
"Hey. Go tell that whore of a mom that we're heading out. Call her out here."
I went to Mom's room. She was lying on the bed, pulled up under the duvet despite the midsummer heat. There was a strange, unsettling aura about her, completely unlike her usual self. Even though I had knocked before entering, she startled visibly when I walked in.
"Mom..."
"Huh? O-oh, yes? Wh-what is it?"
She was even stammering. Normally, even if I walked in without knocking, she'd warmly say, "Yes, sweetie, what can I get you?" But today, even after I knocked on the closed door, she jumped in fright, stammering and asking what was going on. Everything about it felt off.
"Uh, my friends said they're leaving."
"Oh, really? Tell them goodbye and to come over again sometime."
Fuck... they told me to bring her out. What do I do?
"Uh, but they said they wanted to say goodbye to you before leaving..."
"Oh, is that so? Alright, I'll come out."
I stepped out first and waited by the entryway, and Mom emerged from the hallway behind me. When I caught sight of her, my breath caught in my throat. Perhaps she had already been getting ready for bed, because she had shed all her underwear, wearing nothing but a flimsy, paper-thin camisole.
The two boys were waiting by the front door, slipping their shoes on. I instinctively shrank back, and Mom approached them.
"Goodbye, boys. Come over again."
"Of course. Now that we know where you live, we'll be stopping by all the time."
Oh God, this was bad. In all the panic, I had forgotten—these bastards now knew where we lived. What if they really started coming over constantly?
"Hey, lady. You've gotta give us a proper goodbye, haven't you?"
Perhaps because I was standing right there, Hyunmin had reverted to using polite honorifics, but Jinwoo stared straight into Mom's eyes, casually speaking down to her without the slightest courtesy.
"A goodbye? Ah, right. Come here, let's say our goodbyes."
Mom stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jinwoo. Even though she wasn't wearing panties or a bra, leaving the silhouette of her naked body completely visible through the fabric, she kept her hips pushed back, merely wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a light, patting hug.
Right then, Jinwoo clamped his hands around Mom's waist and yanked her forcefully against him. Completely helpless to resist, Mom was pulled flush into his chest.
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss on the lips, too?"
"A... a kiss on the lips?"
Mom glanced anxiously over at me.
"Hey, Hojin. Isn't it totally fine for your mom to give her son's friend a little peck on the lips to say goodbye? It's just a friendly greeting, right?"
"Y-yeah, sure... since you're my friends..."
Seeing Mom gauging my reaction, Jinwoo was openly declaring that he was going to kiss her right in front of my eyes. And all the while, his hand was smoothly stroking the swell of her ass.
"Mmph... chu... aah-eungh... mm..."
They kissed. Right before my very eyes, Mom was kissing Jinwoo. The moment his lips smothered hers, Mom's hesitant mouth parted. Jinwoo's tongue slipped deep between her lips, and with her eyes closed, Mom cradled the back of his head, hungrily accepting his tongue. Meanwhile, Jinwoo's other hand was busy working her breasts over her thin top.
"Ahn... mmph... ah..."
"Th-that's enough... Haa..."
After moaning through a long, wet kiss, Mom pulled his groping hands off her breasts and stumbled backward.
"We already got permission to feel up your mom's tits earlier. Because we're special friends of yours, right, lady?"
"Huh? O-oh... y-yes. Mom told them it was okay to touch my tits. Because... because they're your special friends..."
Blushing furiously, Mom hung her head low and stammered out the words to me. It was an impossible situation and an absurd explanation, but I had no choice but to simply nod and accept it.
"Ah, fuck, lady, me too! I get a goodbye kiss too, damn it!"
Hyunmin wasn't about to be left out. He lunged straight at Mom, pulling her into an embrace without warning and planting his lips on hers.
"Aah-eungh... ah... ah... S-stop... ah, please... ah..."
Mom's moans grew distinctly more lewd as Hyunmin thrust his hands beneath her camisole, kneading her bare breasts.
Finally, the two of them left. Only then did Mom drop her head in burning embarrassment, whispering quietly to me.
"Th-this was just... just a goodbye greeting. You know that, right? It doesn't mean anything else. You understand, don't you?"
"Yeah, Mom. I know."
It was completely insane. But what was even more insane was that throughout the entire spectacle, watching my mother like that had made my dick harder than it had ever been in my life.