Can I Fuck Your Mom? (13)
“I'm home, Mom.”
“Oh, Minjae. You're back already? Come on in.”
Kim Minjae looked a bit worn out. Oh Jeongyeon greeted her son with a warm smile while washing dishes in the kitchen. It was a perfect picture of ordinary family life.
As long as you didn't peek under the sink connected straight to the table, that is.
Out of sight from Kim Minjae, Kim Hoyoung was crouched down there, eagerly lapping at Oh Jeongyeon's pussy. Her upper body looked utterly normal as a housewife, but her legs were trembling uncontrollably behind her son's back.
“Why didn't you come home a little later?”
“Mm...”
“What's wrong, Minjae? Tired?”
“Yeah... a bit.”
Her son's face didn't look good. Kim Minjae only pretended to glance at his mom before slumping back onto the sofa. Oh Jeongyeon kept up her poker face like nothing was happening, but the second he looked away, she stuck out her tongue with a lewd, sow-like expression.
The dish she'd been holding for cosplay purposes was immediately abandoned on the table.
“If, if you're tired, why don't you go out and have some fun?”
“Not really... no one to hang out with.”
“How about calling any of your friends and going out?”
“Friends? The only friend left in Korea is pretty much Kim Hoyoung. Should I call him?”
“......”
“Hm? No answer?”
“Oh, no. Just... whatever.”
Oh Jeongyeon switched her expression just in time for her son's sudden head turn. Close call—safe. A bit of cold sweat trickled down, and her smile was a tad awkward, but she managed to revert to her usual kind mom persona.
“You didn't answer, so I thought something was up.”
“I'm doing the dishes, see?”
She held up the evidence plate demonstratively. Truth be told... she hadn't answered earlier because Kim Hoyoung had bitten her clit, blowing her mind for a second.
Her son had come home at the worst moment, so she'd panicked, shoved Hoyoung under the sink without time to kick him out properly, and now he was going to town on her pussy. And damn if it didn't feel good—subtly, sneakily good. Before she knew it, Oh Jeongyeon had surrendered her body and become his accomplice.
She spread her legs wide to make it easier for him to eat her out, chatting casually with her son like nothing was wrong. Wasn't this deceiving her own child...? She shoved the guilt aside.
“Actually, something kinda bad happened today...”
“Then go out and blow off some steam!”
“Why do you keep telling me to go outside?! Is there a reason I can't stay here?!”
“......”
Oh Jeongyeon laughed awkwardly, looking troubled. Suddenly, Kim Minjae started staring at her intently, like he'd noticed something off.
“Mom... you got a fever?”
“A fever?”
“Your face is red... hold on. Let me check your temperature.”
“Don't come closer!”
A blatant rejection. Her voice cracked like it was tearing apart, freezing Kim Minjae mid-rise. Oh Jeongyeon clamped her mouth shut, realizing she'd yelled too loud, and forced an awkward smile.
“It's just~ Mom spilled some water, so I don't want you getting wet over here~ socks or whatever.”
“Then let me help wipe it up.”
“No, really, it's fine. Don't come over.”
“...Why?”
“You're a doctor now, so you're busy with all sorts of stuff! Leave the housework to Mom! Ahaha... don't stop...!”
“? Huh? Don't stop what?”
“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself. Don't stop, please (whisper).”
Oh Jeongyeon's muttering while glancing downward looked suspicious as hell to anyone watching. She'd gotten annoyed at him for focusing on Minjae, so he'd paused the pussy-eating for a bit, and now she was desperate.
Risking getting caught, she'd even begged me directly.
“Please... keep going.”
“Huh? What'd you say, Mom? Couldn't hear.”
“I said nothing! Just talking to myself. Don't come over. It's wet here, I told you.”
“Mom... you've been weird since earlier.”
“W-weird? What do you mean weird! You're the weird one!”
They say cornered people get defensive—yep, that was Oh Jeongyeon right now. The stress of hiding from her son had turned into resentment toward him. Barging in right when she was feeling good, ruining everything. So annoying.
“M-me, weird? How?”
“Didn't you go to your grand opening today?! You come back from a happy event looking like you're about to die! That's weird!”
“Well... haa~ Park Jisoo was kinda...”
“What about Park Jisoo?!”
Kim Minjae clutched his head and sighed.
“She's gotten cold or something... not just her, but I met the investors who put money into the hospital, and they all seemed to hate my guts.”
“What? Why would they?”
“Dunno... but it's not my imagination. They were glaring at me like enemies.”
“Paranoia from being tired?”
“...Maybe?”
“If they hated you, why invest? Those people...”
“Yeah. But even Dr. Gaedung subtly warned me to watch out.”
“Dr. Gaedung...?”
Oh Jeongyeon suddenly recalled her conversation with Himeko.
“M-Minjae. Did you really fight with Hoyoung?”
“With Kim Hoyoung? Oh... yeah, we had a little spat. Why?”
“...Did you hit Hoyoung?”
“There was a good reason... why ask now?”
Her tongue slithered over her labia like tentacles, making her head fuzzy. Getting her pussy eaten made thinking hard, but one thing was clear: Kim Hoyoung had hordes of female devotees who never forgave insults to their master.
Oh Jeongyeon easily guessed the “cold” investors were women like Kim Hea-e or Kim Jiwon who worshipped him.
“...Apologize to Hoyoung.”
“What? Why me?”
“You should apologize to him. Hitting someone is wrong, no matter what...”
“Do you even know why I hit that bastard, Mom?!”
Kim Minjae, who never raised his voice at his mom, suddenly yelled. His fists still shook with unresolved anger.
The reason he'd hit me... was because I'd fucked his mom. But admitting that outright in front of him would be awkward.
“No matter the reason, you can't hit people. Especially Hoyoung...”
“What the hell about that guy?! Why can't I hit him?!”
“The investors... most are Hoyoung's connections. We need to stay on their good side. With Hoyoung...”
“Ha, that bastard... worse grades than me, total nobody—don't overhype him.”
“Take that back!!”
Oh Jeongyeon exploded simply because I'd stopped eating her out. Smart as she was, she'd instinctively figured out how to get me going again.
“M-Mom?”
“Take it back right now and apologize to Hoyoung!”
Lick.
“Mm...♡”
“? Mom?”
“Apologize to Hoyoung right... ngh♡”
“Mom... what are you doing right now?”
My tongue was numb from all the pussy-eating. The sour scent was getting to my nose too. I was at my limit. Time to wrap this up.
“Nothing♡ at♡ all♡ felt so good♡ don't come! Don't come over, Minjae! That's an order!”
“Order my ass! You're not doing dishes, are you?!”
“In front of my son... ngh! C-can't hold it! I really can't hold it anymore! Let me cum! Please let me cum! I beg you! No, please, sir, I can't take it! Let me cum!”
“Kim Hoyoung, you fucking bastard! You there?!”
Someone should've told Minjae there's truths better left unknown. Unfortunately, he charged to the sink and witnessed his mom getting her pussy devoured by his friend.
Trauma for life.
“You... fucking bastard! Wanna die?!”
Thwack! Nosebleed arcing through the air.
“Ughhh!!”
Splat.
The man crumpled from the punch. Clutching his nose in unexpected turn of events, he vented his rage.
“Aaaagh! Fuck! You fucking dogshit! Who the hell do you think you are hitting?!”
—Kim Minjae shrieked after getting countered.
“Hey, hey. You think a scrawny Gandhi-type like you can win a brawl? You over 50kg even?”
“You motherfucker...”
“Forgot I boxed? I let you hit me before, asshole.”
I even had a pro license. No official record, though—boxing doesn't pay in Korea.
Whatever.
“Blaming me is misguided. If I wanted to teach you a lesson, I'd have done it already. That was me beating Bianca to the punch before she killed you.”
If I hadn't hit first, her fangs would've torn into him by now.
“What bullshit! Touch my mom with a finger and you're dead!”
“Oops...”
Saved his ass, and he steps on a landmine.
“Saying you'll kill me is the one thing you don't say on Earth right now...”
“What...? Urk!!”
A dull thud to the crown of his head, and Kim Minjae blacked out.
Isia stood there gripping her wooden sword (real blade banned by me), glaring murderously down at him.
Sia-sunbae, handling bodyguard duty solo, harbored extreme hatred for Minjae.
“Jeez... while he's out, should I finish training Jeongyeon too?”
“Minjae! Minjae! Oh no...! We need an ambulance now!”
“Don't worry. I told them not to kill him flat-out. Otherwise, your son's guts would be all over by now.”
Motherly love overflowing, Oh Jeongyeon nearly had a fit seeing her precious boy clobbered right in front of her.
“That's too much! He's your friend—how could you...!”
“I thought the same until Park Jisoo told me what this prick did in America.”
“What? What did Minjae do?”
“Eh... I'll explain later. No rush.”
Fucking your friend's mom. Turning fantasy into reality felt thrilling and fun. But playing nice was getting boring.
Time to brainwash Oh Jeongyeon for real.
“Listen up, Oh Jeongyeon.”
“W-what?”
She sensed the shift in vibe, shrinking back. Not that it mattered—my hypnosis couldn't be dodged.
“The moment I shove my dick in you, all your motherly love for Kim Minjae hits zero.”
“H-haaah?”
“He becomes worthless trash to you, like garbage or food waste. Got it?”
“W-what are you saying? That can't happen! I admit you're good at sex, but you can't sever a mother-son bond!”
“And you devolve into a total sex slave, absolutely obedient to me. Your reason for being born, for living—it's all to serve me.”
“...I can't hear any more of this! Get out of my house! R-right now! Or I'll call the cops!”
Dealing with Kim Dahyeon again would suck.
“Sia-sunbae. Pick up Oh Jeongyeon. Position her for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Let go! Put me down! We have to save Minjae! The ambulance...! Ngh! Who the hell is this kid? Why's she so strong?!”
No matter how much Oh Jeongyeon thrashed, she couldn't escape the modified real doll's grip.
Isia spread and fixed her thighs, hoisting her into prime fucking position.
“Minjae's hit his head and passed out... we need to help him now... not time for sex... ngh... Hoyoung, please. Listen to aunty. I beg you...”
“That worried about your son?”
“Of course... he's my whole world! I raised him through so much hardship... he just became a doctor— he can't die like this...!”
“We'll think after I fuck you.”
“Hic... hic...”
Her pleas falling on deaf ears, Oh Jeongyeon retreated a step.
“O-okay. Fuck me then... but promise you'll save Minjae after.”
“Ah... well...”
“Please... I can't lose my boy. For my son... I'll take your dick anytime, just please...”
“Hm. If your feelings don't change after I fuck you, I'll do whatever aunty says.”
“R-really? For real?”
“Yeah. Dead serious.”
I meant it. Seeing my sincere face, she finally relaxed.
“Fine, go ahead and fuck me. But just one thrust, then save Minjae right away. Got it? And... cut ties with our family. Please. Don't contact us. Everything around you seems to put my son in danger.”
“Won't meet me anymore?”
“...Yeah. For my son.”
“Confident you won't take it back?”
“Never. I swear on my pride.”
Pride, huh.
“Alright. Here it comes?”
“Do it already.”
She said it like paying taxes. I slammed my dick into her gaping slit.