Can I Fuck Your Mom? (6)
As Kim Hoyoung pulled down her panties in the video, Mom's mouth split open in delight. Oh Jeongyeon's eyes sparkled with envy and admiration, drool trickling from her lips before she even realized it. Kim Minjae looked like he was trapped in a nightmare.
"Hoyoung-nim's cock…♡ Please give me your cock♡ Let me suck it♡ I'll do anything~♡"
Mom craned her neck out like a turtle, tongue extended toward his dick. Kim Hoyoung gripped his shaft and whipped it across her nose like a lash. Even after getting smacked by a much younger guy, Oh Jeongyeon flushed with ecstasy.
"Hoyoung-nim…♡ Would you grant your cock-girlfriend sow the honor of sucking your dick?"
"Hmm, dunno."
"Please! You can film it all if you want! Just let me suck it once!"
Anyone watching could see Mom was way more eager. She looked so desperate it was almost pitiful. Common sense said guys had stronger sex drives than women. Kim Minjae remembered wasting money and time chasing girls back in the day. Sex only happened if she said yes. That basic truth was crumbling right before his eyes.
"Please permit it, Hoyoung-nim! It's too cruel to dangle your cock right in front of me and deny me…♡ Ugh…♡"
"What to do~? Thinking about how you nagged me back then makes me not wanna give it up."
"H-how could I! I already apologized for that!"
"Don't remember getting any apology."
"That's mean… I've apologized so many times with my pussy and ass already…"
Apologizing with her pussy and asshole? Minjae couldn't even imagine it.
"You saying I lied? That's pissing me off."
"—Gasp!"
Kim Hoyoung lowered his voice, and Oh Jeongyeon's face went ghost-white, like the world was ending. He'd never seen his proud, haughty mom—who even got flak for being rude—shrink like that. Her lips quivered, teeth chattering in full-blown terror. Why? Just because Hoyoung was annoyed? That alone? What the hell made her react like this? Kim Minjae, who'd even thrown punches with Hoyoung over petty high school crap, couldn't comprehend it.
Mom in the video slammed her forehead to the floor, smooth as if she'd done it a hundred times.
"S-sorry! If Hoyoung-nim says so, it must be true, and I shouldn't have contradicted you! Sorry for speaking out of turn when just seeing your cock turns my brain cells into slave mode, you cock-girlfriend bitch that I am!"
"Right? I'm not the one in the wrong, am I? Jeongyeon lied, didn't she?"
"Y-yes… Sorry for lying. I must've been mistaken for a moment…"
"You never apologized, right?"
"N-no, I haven't… Eek!"
Kim Hoyoung stomped down on the crown of her head with his bare foot. Rage surged through Kim Minjae; he kicked back his chair and shot to his feet—just as a fart ripped through the speakers.
Pffft—!
"Puhaha! You just farted while I stepped on you? You a perv or what?"
"S-sorry!"
Pffft. Pffft.
More farts erupted in succession, sending Kim Hoyoung into hysterics. Witnessing his mom's humiliation on screen, Minjae clenched his fists, trembling. He wanted to storm over and deck the bastard. But… Mom's reaction was off. She should've been furious, cursing up a storm—instead, she looked subtly pleased. Like a slave relieved her master's mood had lightened. It didn't even seem like getting mad was an option in her head.
"Sorry, Hoyoung-nim! For all my rudeness and never once apologizing! And lying about it too—I'm a total psycho! I bow my head in atonement!"
"Well, actually, you've apologized more than ten times."
"……."
She was totally toying with her. Treating her like an idiot had limits. Minjae couldn't wrap his head around it. Why wouldn't Mom even squeak under that bullying? Did Hoyoung have some… leverage on her?
"Just thinking about how a bitch like you nagged me makes me wanna ban you from cock for life…"
"……."
Mom flinched, convulsing. Hoyoung paused, letting the tension hang, and her spasms worsened as the mood grew heavy. Oh Jeongyeon was drowning in peak terror and anxiety right now—like a heretic regretting on the brink of hell.
"Eh, whatever. Since we're dating now, maybe I'll gift my cheeky girlfriend a deepthroat."
"Th-thank you! Thank y—Guh! Urk!! Mmph!!"
His massive cock—abnormally huge even to another man's or doctor's eyes—blasted into her gaping mouth like siege artillery, evoking a bizarre inferiority complex.
"Urgh…! (Air…! Can't breathe…!)"
The glans smacked her uvula, slid down her throat, and nudged her collarbone. Her windpipe clogged with dick, breathing grew impossible; coughs irritated her nose, snot dripping free.
"Grah! Mmph! Haaargh!"
"Mom's in danger!!"
Minjae knew it was old footage, but he yelled anyway. As a doctor, her condition looked dire.
"Acute respiratory distress syndrome… She's in trouble! Stop it now, you psycho Kim Hoyoung!"
"What? Can't breathe? Should I stop?"
"Of course stop, you idiot! Why even ask?!"
"…Mm… Mmm…"
Mom slowly shook her head. She even shoved his cock deeper with her lips, making it worse.
"Mom… are you crazy? D-do you wanna die? Why… it must hurt like hell…"
Oh Jeongyeon answered with flushed cheeks and heart-shaped pupils. She was clearly loving it. Hoyoung seemed the one burdened.
"Hey, hey… you'll choke to death. Time to stop."
"Mmph!"
"Hey! Don't hug my ass outta nowhere. Let go."
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
"Man, she never listens during sex. Like that line from Romance of the Three Kingdoms: 'In battle, even obeying the lord can be tough' or whatever?"
Arms locked around Hoyoung's butt as he tried to pull back, Mom wouldn't release.
"Mm-hmm… Mmm-hrrrm…"
"Whoa… such a perv face. Like your head's full of nothing but cock."
Even Minjae couldn't deny it. Right now, Mom wasn't human—she was a beast. Reason and dignity abandoned, she stretched her philtrum like a monkey, pouring every ounce into devouring his dick. Tears of honey-like joy streamed from her eyes, but the body's limits loomed.
"Urk…"
"Hey, Oh Jeongyeon! Hey!"
"…Urk."
Her eyes rolled back, whites showing as her body went limp. Even unconscious, she clung to his cock—pure madness.
"She's not breathing! Gaedung! Gaedung!!"
Hoyoung sensed no exhale against his dick and frantically called the doctor. The white-coated chief physician rushed in to check the patient.
"Huh…? That guy… Wait, isn't that Dr. Gaedung?"
The young doctor recognized the face on-screen. Gaedung, the renowned physician famous even in America. Minjae had cited his papers; people flew in for his treatments. If anyone could save Mom, it was him. Right then, Gaedung was the world's best doc to Minjae.
"Urgh…! Damn it!"
"What's up, Gaedung? Problem? You know how annoying it is if someone dies mid-blowjob, right?"
"Yes! But… she won't open her mouth?"
"Her mouth?"
Gaedung grabbed her nose and chin, prying, but she clamped down like she'd die happy with one more second of cock. Unyielding.
"It's like rigor mortis already…"
"Don't jinx it, Hoyoung! She'll really die!"
"Yeah, I don't wanna kill her."
Hoyoung joined in; two grown men struggled to pry her jaws, but fainted Oh Jeongyeon rejected their life-saving efforts. She'd die blissed out, but a loyal succubus burst from the shadows to fix it—couldn't let her master's work go to waste.
"Kekeke. Leave it to Bianca."
"Thanks."
"Bianca-nim! We meet again! When can I get another handjob…?!"
Ignoring Gaedung entirely, Bianca effortlessly pried Mom's mouth open and laid her flat. To avoid his clinginess (lest Hoyoung side with him and force her to jerk the shrimp-dick), she kissed Hoyoung's foot with fervent loyalty and vanished into shadow.
"Bianca-nim… ugh…"
"Hey, Gaedung! Quit staring! Save Oh Jeongyeon quick!"
"Right! Sorry!"
Gaedung's swift first aid preserved Mom's life. Her first words upon waking:
"Let me suck more."
Hoyoung politely refused, ending the video.
"………………………."
Staring at the blank monitor, Kim Minjae spiraled into panic.
What the hell did I just watch?
Candid camera…?
No way… what kind of prank is this…
Mom and Kim Hoyoung…
If they'd just been lovers having normal sex… he might've accepted it. But this? Mom begging like the lesser party. Like some loser paying for pussy. Hell, even johns act dominant since they're paying. Oh Jeongyeon was lower—pathetic slave tier. Slaves at least got forced into it by class or power. But Mom chose it willingly?
He didn't even know what to compare video-Mom to anymore.
"Mom… that Mom? No way… Deepfake…? CG…? One of those viral fakes? Can't believe it… Why would Mom… to a loser like Kim Hoyoung…"
He stumbled downstairs, aimless. Confront Hoyoung and punch him? Confess to Mom he'd seen the video and demand answers? No clue. Wandering, a familiar food scent drew him to the kitchen, where normal Mom greeted him with a spread-out table.
"Sit and eat."
"Eat…?"
"It's dinnertime."
Glancing at the clock, time had flown. Bewitched, Minjae sat and picked up his spoon. Seeing Mom's handiwork made the video feel like a lie. Mom… who gave up everything for me. Now she was her usual neat short-haired self in a prim apron—beautiful middle-aged housewife. Nothing changed outwardly. Pretending ignorance, he asked:
"Mom, you still dating Kim Hoyoung?"
"Hm?"
She paused—just a flicker? Or imagination? She acted totally normal, composed as ever.
"Well… yeah, still going."
"So you… kiss or… have sex or whatever?"
"What? What're you getting at?"
Minjae watched her face closely. She smiled maturely, like her childish son's delusions were silly and immature.
"If you're dating… you do that stuff, right?"
"That stuff?"
"Like…"
She still looked every bit the proud, status-hungry Korean housewife.
Minjae glared, hunting for the slightest twitch or eye flicker.
"Sucking Kim Hoyoung's penis…"
Pause.
"Blowjobs or whatever… Do you? For him?"
Oh Jeongyeon set down her fork, eyes closing. She sighed.
"Hoo…"
Short exhale, laced with a scoff of disbelief.
"I'd never do something like that. Really… what do you take me for? To my own son's friend…"
"…But doesn't Kim Hoyoung want to?"
"Even if… Mom says no, that's it."
"Does Kim Hoyoung listen to you?"
"Of course. Think I'd let some kid push me around at my age? Quit the nonsense and eat."
—That day, the food just wouldn't go down.