18. Seonwoo's Plea and the Perverse Plan
"My mom's... cheating on me, or rather, she is cheating."
"What the hell, dude?!"
My voice came out louder than intended, drawing stares from around us for a moment. I took a deep breath and quietly pressed Seonwoo for the details.
"I still can't believe it myself, but here's what happened..."
Seonwoo went on for a while, telling me everything he'd seen and heard. To sum it up, right after he enlisted, his mom started going out more often. By the end of his service, she was even staying out overnight pretty regularly. It continued after his discharge, and at first, he didn't make a big deal of it—figuring she deserved her own life.
Then one Friday, she went out and came back the next morning. While she was in the shower, her phone kept buzzing on the table. Curiosity got the better of him; he punched in her birthday for the passcode, and it unlocked, revealing her message history.
The contents were shocking. Pics of some random guy's hard dick, even one inserted into a woman's pussy. Seonwoo's suspicions exploded. He scrolled frantically for more, muttering "what the fuck..." until he found it: his own mom sucking another man's cock. Suspicion turned to certainty. He quickly copied the evidence to his phone, put hers back, and retreated to his room to dig deeper.
That's when he discovered she was shelling out cash at host bars to fuck the hosts. He'd been tailing her ever since and confirmed she always headed out Friday evenings to the same spot. Last week, he made it to the entrance but got blocked by security.
So, that's why he'd come to me today: to help him get inside that host bar.
His mom cheating—with host bar gigolos, no less. I had no words for him. Side with my friend, and I'm trash-talking his mom; side with her, and I'm betraying him.
"Hyeonmin, help me out, man. I'm losing my mind here."
"Of course I'll help. But what're you gonna do once you're inside?"
"I haven't..."
"Smash the place up? Fine, whatever—but can you really handle seeing your mom fucking some other guy?"
"..."
Seonwoo, all fire and no plan, hung his head at my brutal reality check. He had no idea what he'd do if he saw her panting under some dude.
...
The moment he stepped away to the bathroom, a dangerous, utterly perverse plan flashed into my head. Seonwoo was the one who'd turned me onto incest and MILFs, so he probably had the same kinks. This could be the perfect fix.
He came back looking a bit deflated.
"Seonwoo, I've got a great idea. First, tell me about your family."
He hesitated at my sudden shift, then spilled the beans. His maternal grandpa was a mid-sized company CEO. His mom was the only child back then, so his dad caught grandpa's eye and became a live-in son-in-law. But after Seonwoo was born, dad's ass-kissing turned to wandering when her arrogant, prickly side wore him down. No divorce, but they live separately now.
Hearing that, my improved understanding of women—thanks to all the emotional bonding with Mom lately—suddenly made his mom's side click. A rich woman, prime age like my mom, starved for dick? Host bars make sense. Sure, society's judgmental, but 20 years of celibacy? That's cruel.
Separate from my thoughts, Seonwoo moped about his unhappy family.
This guy's usually such a hyper maniac. I hoped my plan would snap him back to his old self as I listened intently to his relationship with his mom—the key to everything.
"Dad wandering made Mom sharper and pricklier, but she was always sweet to me."
Good—their mother-son bond was solid. If it sucked, the plan was dead on arrival. Next, the crucial prerequisite.
"Seonwoo, answer this honestly."
"Yeah? Shoot."
"You like MILFs, right?"
"Duh, I turned you onto 'em."
MILF check. "Okay, ever seen your mom as a woman?"
"She's a woman, obviously... wait, you don't mean—?!"
"Yeah—ever wanted to fuck her? You spread the incest gospel to me."
"What the fuck, dude?! Fuck my mom?"
Whether I'd hit the mark or not, he recoiled in denial. Time for the bait.
"Be real—admit it, and you might get to fuck her."
His pupils dilated at "fuck Mom." He looked like a fish eyeing the lure.
"...Sigh. Fine, I've thought of her that way. But what does that have to do with your 'great idea'?"
Jackpot! Phase one cleared.
"Don't flip out—hear me out."
"Fine, spill it."
"I'll fuck your mom first. And then—"
"What?! You fuck my mom? Bullshit, you crazy?"
"Keep it down, idiot—are you advertising? Just listen."
He simmered down and heard me out. His face shifted colors as the details sank in—concrete and utterly depraved.
"...So you'd fuck Mom, and the plan's done. You in or what?"
"Will it work? ...Feels like I lose either way... Fine, I'm in."
With his buy-in, we refined roles and details over the next few hours.
...
Three hours of tweaks later, in the taxi home, I scrolled the pics Seonwoo sent of his mom, Mikyung. Her face glowed from pricey treatments; the pricey dress hugged a classic curvy MILF body. No wonder he wanted a piece.
Seonwoo, this time I'll drag you into real incest, heh heh.
The taxi dropped me home. Mom, home early, was prepping dinner. Starved since skipping lunch for our meetup, I devoured my bowl like a possessed man. She beamed at her son wolfing it down.
Post-dishes, I pounced on her on the sofa, unleashing the day's pent-up lust from peeking at Suyeon with a paizuri starter. My massive cock sank fully into her massive tits, savoring the firm squeeze from all sides. Thrusting up, my glans poked out from the deep cleavage. Mom leaned down, slurping it into her mouth, kneading her breasts tighter.
[Slurp slurp glurk glurk]
Her saliva dripped down my shaft, pooling in the titty valley, churning out lewd sounds.
[Gurgle~ splurt splurt!]
The dual assault from her mouth and tits unleashed my day's thick load, flooding her mouth white. She milked the rest by stroking upward with her tits, then spat out my glans, flashed her cum-filled mouth with a grin, and swallowed it all with her mouth wide.
That slutty sight revived my dick for round two instantly.
...
Days passed: gym days with Suyeon auntie, evenings devouring Mom's endlessly fresh, thrilling voluptuous body. Midway, Seonwoo calls confirmed the plan. Tonight, I'd wait at the host bar he named, link up with him tailing his mom.
Knowing it'd run late, I'd warned Mom last night. She teased, "Son, bored of Mom already? Boo hoo," fake-crying. Eyes teary, but her lips twitched with mischief. I punished the cheeky bitch with my cock; her face twisted into a lust-drenched vixen's grin as she wrapped around me.