19. What Happened in the Room
I arrived at the hostess bar a little earlier than our agreed time, but unlike what I'd expected, there were no security guards at the entrance—just the valet parking guy puffing on a cigarette while he waited. Standing a short distance away from him at the entrance, I waited for Seonwoo and his mom, replaying last night's events in my head, when a sleek black luxury sedan pulled up right in front of me. Out stepped a super classy MILF who looked refined as hell.
The woman had this cold, haughty vibe, dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The side was slit all the way up to just below her hips, flashing glimpses of her panty straps with every step. And those killer heels made her long, sexy legs look even longer, her plump thighs spilling out from the dress slit with an overflowing sensuality. This smoking-hot middle-aged bombshell was Kim Mikyung, Seonwoo's mom—the one I'd only seen in photos until now.
I'd been to Seonwoo's place a few times back in middle school since we were ball-buddies, but his mom was never around, so I'd only known her from pictures. Seeing her in the flesh now, she was every bit as bewitching as my own mom.
That punk Seonwoo hasn't fucked this sleek goddess of a mom yet?
Having already united with my own mom, I was frustrated as hell that Seonwoo hadn't tapped this sexy piece despite having her right there.
If he finally fucks his mom thanks to me, I gotta make that bastard treat me big time.
Mikyung drew closer, wafting a naughty perfume that hit me as she brushed right past, handing her keys to the valet before heading inside. Her huge ass swayed hypnotically as she disappeared into the bar. Just then, Seonwoo showed up in a taxi, chasing after her.
"Hyeonmin, where's my mom?"
"She just went in. Hurry up, let's go."
Afraid we'd lose her, Seonwoo and I rushed down the stairs leading into the hostess bar.
We hurried down, but she'd already vanished into one of the rooms. As we blew past the desk to hunt her down, someone blocked our path—a guy as tall as me but way bulkier, with a scary-ass face that screamed mobster to anyone.
What the hell? He gonna kick us out?
"You two the replacements for tonight?"
"Uh? Oh! Yeah, that's us."
We'd been tense, eyeing the guy, but his unexpected words threw us off. Still, it was our ticket inside, so we jumped on it.
"Why the fuck you so late? And that asshole Sangpil said he'd send three, but only two show up."
Damn, he looked like a bear raging out.
"Hey, Manager Jeong, get these kids changed and throw 'em in rooms 3 and 5 for now."
"Got it, boss! You two, follow me."
The big brute barked, then called over a skinny 30-something guy who looked like a total weasel and handed us off before ducking into the desk office.
Manager Jeong led us to a dim corner room at the end of the hall and tossed us hostess-bar outfits.
"Faces ain't bad, passable. Now lemme check the goods."
[Grab!]
While we were changing, the second our pants were off and we stood there in our undies, his hands shot out—one grabbing my cock, the other Seonwoo's. The creepy feel of another dude groping our precious junk made us instinctively jerk away.
"What, you virgins or some shit? Names?"
"Hyungjun." (Me)
"Seonghyeok." (Seonwoo)
He'd asked out of nowhere, so we spat out our fake names we'd prepped.
"Alright, Hyungjun, you got a solid tool... All dressed? Follow me."
Once we were changed, Jeong dragged us back to the hall, first taking Seonwoo into room 5.
[Thwack thwack squelch squelch]
"Heh~ yeah~"
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sis~ While the other guys were partying hard, you were all alone, so I brought you the freshest young chick."
"Jeong, you know I trusted you and waited this long, right? If this kid sucks, you're doing it yourself, hehe."
Peeking through the open door, I saw a big room with a U-shaped sofa, two dudes pounding away at chicks, and three middle-aged women. Two guys were mid-fuck, and a pretty decent-looking auntie sat alone in the middle.
Jeong bowed politely to her, led Seonwoo in, made him greet her, then bounced out quick.
Through the closing door, I saw Seonwoo shuffling awkwardly toward the woman in the center sofa.
"Uh... Hyungjun, you're serving one of our VIP sis's. Don't cum quick, no matter what."
"Y-yeah..."
"Your tool looked good, so do your best."
As we moved to room 3, a bit away from 5, Jeong gave me some last warnings before opening the door.
Room 3 was smaller than 5 but decked out fancy, fitting for VIP.
Shit, if Mikyung auntie's not in here, I'm out.
"Sis, sorry for the wait! Took a bit to find that massive cock you like, but this guy's the real deal, haha."
"Hello! Name's Hyungjun."
"Got it. I'll check if he's really good myself. Jeong, get out."
I bowed deep like Jeong, who was groveling even harder, and when I looked up, there she was—Mikyung, Seonwoo's haughty mom—at the end of the long table.
Heaven was on my side; I'd hit her room first crack. Hiding my glee, I approached her.
Jeong slipped out, softly closing the door. Circling the table to get close, her crossed legs came into view.
"Your face looks familiar... We met before?"
"I was at the entrance when you came in."
"Oh~ that was you."
Her question had me sweating—thought she'd clocked me—but playing it off with the entrance story got me past it clean.
"Hyungjun, right? How old?"
"Yeah, sis. Twenty-two this year."
Calling a woman my mom's age "sis" while playing hostess felt kinda cringy, but for fucking my friend's mom, I'd eat it.
She paused a sec, realizing this untested massive cock (size TBD) was the same age as her son, then knocked back a swig of the foreign liquor on the table.
"Straight to business then? Stand up."
I stood, but with no further orders, we just stared, silence stretching.
"Pfft, what're you doing?"
"Huh? You told me to stand, so..."
"Hahaha, total baby~ First time tonight, kid? Or you acting?"
"Yeah, first time for real."
Seemed like she dug my innocent act, so even as I got her "business" meaning when she laughed, I just answered straight.
"Gotta see if Jeong gifted me treasure or a dud."
Am I good or not?
"What, take off your pants."
"Yes, ma'am."
While puzzling her cryptic words, she commanded me like an owner to her pup—haughty tone—and like a good boy, I dropped trou without hesitation.
"Pants too?"
"Yes, sis."
[Flop~]
Her follow-up had me dropping my briefs, my still-soft but hefty cock flopping out.
"Not hard yet, right?"
"No, sis, soft."
"Hmm, not bad size. Now get it up."
Following her order, I stepped closer—lately, Mom always got me hard, never jerked myself.
"What? Jerk it yourself. You think I came here to do it? Why you so clueless? Hey, call Jeong!"
"Sorry, sis, zoned out... Getting hard now."
[Stroke stroke stroke stroke]
"One more slip like that, I'm complaining."
The second I fucked up, her annoyed glare and pissed yell hit like a drill sergeant, yanking me back to army private days. I grabbed my cock and started pumping frantically.
Sensing rough seas ahead.
Fuuuck... Fucking a friend's mom ain't all fun and games.
But mountains beyond mountains—her high-pressure attitude had me tense, cock refusing to rise easy. Half-swollen, just the head wobbling in my hand...
"What the hell, why not hard? Defective~"
"Sorry, sis, first time nerves... Gimme a sec."
She mocked my still-limp dick. Bitch who fucks hosts acting all superior—rage boiled inside, but for the plan, I held it.
Lustful bitch, just you wait. Gonna kill you with this monster soon. Hostess bars are shit work, fuck.
Next instant, her crossed legs uncrossed, slowly spreading wide. The dress slit gaped, revealing black fishnet thong panties inside.
Gasp! Bald pussy...
[Throb!]
Mikyung had a bald pussy. Second real-life pussy I'd seen was my friend's mom's—and hairless. My floppy cock hardened rock-solid in a flash, unleashing its full glory.
"Finally hard. Jeong was right, real monster cock... Biggest I've seen."
First praise since entering, I let my twitching dick thank her.
"Okay, pass! Let's play?"