Chapter 64 – [Short Story] A Mother Who Runs a Karaoke Bar Tells Her Friends…(1)
I woke up to the sound of my cell phone alarm set for 7 a.M.
As always, mornings are difficult.
I lay down for a while and wondered if I should sleep a little more… Or just skip today’s class.
1st semester of 2nd year of university.
I’m scheduled to enlist in the military in two months, so I haven’t had much motivation to study these days.
No, actually, I didn’t have much motivation to begin with, but I just had an excuse.
Most of my classmates were already in the military or waiting to enlist like me.
Ugh… I still have to go to school.
I barely got up and headed to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes.
The door to the master bedroom was open, and I could see my mother lying on the bed.
Her mother’s name is Kim Hye-yeon. She is 47 years old and single.
My parents divorced 5 years ago.
While working various jobs, since last year I have been running a small karaoke bar in an entertainment district.
Since we couldn’t afford to have a separate employee, my mother was the one who was looking after the store herself, and there were a few times when I was looking at the store instead when her mother wasn’t feeling well.
My mother, who stayed at the store until dawn and only came home around sunrise, was always asleep like that when I went to school.
When I was very young, my parents briefly ran a karaoke bar.
Because of that experience, her mother decided to try karaoke again, but in fact, at that time, her mother was the only housekeeper and her father mostly ran the store.
Although she was in her mid to late 40s, her mother still maintained a neat appearance and slim figure.
She is 165 cm tall, has pale skin, full B-cup breasts with subtle volume, and a wide hips and firm buttocks that are far above the average for Korean women.
In contrast to her body, which seemed to have gained a bit of weight and luster as she got older, her face was neat and intelligent, reminiscent of a lily.
Her mother, with her straight black hair down to her shoulders, didn’t look like she was 47 years old.
After she washed and dried her hair, she came out of the bathroom and her mother was in the kitchen.
It seemed like he woke up to the sound of the dryer.
“Are you awake?”
Even with her tired face, my mother, who was making fried eggs, looked at me and said,
“I’m probably tired, so I should have just slept a little longer. I can just prepare the meal myself.”
“Chi, when have you ever cooked a meal by yourself? I guess I’ll go and eat triangle kimbap at the convenience store again.”
Her mother said with a playful pout and then turned her attention back to the frying pan.
Why on earth did her father have an affair with another woman when she had such a pretty and kind mother?
Not long ago, she was drinking with three of her close friends and talked about that topic.
“Do you think your mother is pretty?”
“Well… I think I’d like to be in the top 1% for my age. Of course, I don’t know what other people think of it.”
“No, isn’t it the other way around? Even if a woman is pretty to others, doesn’t she look pretty to her family?”
“Is that so?”
“That’s right. I don’t know because you don’t have any siblings, but no matter how pretty others think your older sister or younger brother is, you probably don’t find much attraction between siblings, right?”
“Is this guy from Mothercon?”
“What is that? Is it some kind of mama’s boy?”
“No, to her mother… Something… She has an Oedipus complex or something.”
“No, dude. I just think she’s objectively pretty. I hear a lot of people say she’s actually pretty.”
“Show me something. Isn’t there a photo or something?”
I pretended not to do it in front of my friends, but in fact, I was right about Mothercon.
Sometime after I entered puberty, I harbored feelings I shouldn’t have towards her mother.
This wasn’t the first time she masturbated with her mother’s underwear.
When the drunk guys said they wanted to see their mother’s face, I felt strangely excited in a situation that would have made normal men angry.
Moreover, it may have been even more so because when we drank together, we started talking about porn and talked all kinds of obscene things about women.
Even after turning 21, I still had no sexual experience at all, but the other guys were wandering around all kinds of brothels even though they had never been in a relationship.
In particular, as I was about to enlist in the military, it got worse recently, so whenever I drank alcohol, I would go to massage parlors, kissing rooms, etc., And the next day, I would chat in group chat rooms and talk about how that woman was like this or that yesterday.
But for some reason, I didn’t want my first experience to go that way, so I still held back no matter how much they tried to persuade me to go with them.
“Wow, you’re gorgeous.”
When I found a picture of my mother on my phone and showed it to them, they were amazed.
It was a photo I took when my mom and I were eating out.
In my opinion, it was the best shot of my mother, taken from the front as she sat at the table.
She was wearing a one-piece dress in a style commonly referred to as a new city Missy look, and her neck was cut out, exposing her pretty collarbone and pure white skin.
Everything was perfect, from her naturally tied-back hair to the strands of hair falling over her forehead and her soft smile as she looked at the camera.
“I admit it. You are gorgeous.”
One guy gave me back my cell phone and said.
“What do you do?”
At that moment, my heart sank as I thought about whether it was a mistake to show the photo to these guys and what if they go to my store and recognize my mother.
Mom’s store was not far from the street where we often drank.
“Just… Go to work.”
After giving a vague answer, I returned the topic to what I was talking about before they could ask any more questions about their mother.
“So, why are you cheating on such a pretty wife? It’s not like your mom has a bad personality, right?”
“Well… There must be something else you don’t know. It’s not like you know everything about your parents.”
“Right… Well… There’s this and that, right?”
Although they say it differently, in the end, what they are talking about is ‘intimate compatibility.’
Well, it’s true that I don’t know the details about that part.
The mother I know seemed to be quite conservative about sex.
“We don’t know what kind of problems there were between your parents, but it doesn’t mean that men don’t cheat no matter how pretty and attractive a woman is. You can only have one pretty woman for the rest of your life, and you can have many women even if they are a little uglier than that. “Which one would you choose, being able to change and have fun? In the end, men always like new women, and women can’t accept that.”
A, who can be said to be the leader among the four of us, said that. Then B continued.
“Would it be any different if she were a woman?”
C responded to that.
“Women are the same. They’re just pretending it’s not like that. Are married women going to spend their whole lives with their husbands?”
Then A looked at C and said.
“Hey, those ‘married women’ you’re talking about include your mother.”
“My mom is not as pretty as her mom, so even if I wanted to do it, it would be impossible.”
C answered, pointing at me with his chin.
“No, the problem is not whether you actually do it or not, the problem is that the desire itself exists…”
When A said that, C responded as if nothing had happened.
“What’s the problem with that? Not all married women are frigid, and there may be other men they want to date other than their husbands. I don’t mind if my mother says that, right?”
All four of us became quiet. Everyone is probably picturing their mother having an affair with her husband.
“Hey, are all people in the world the same? Maybe each person is different. Let’s stop talking strangely and just have a drink.”
B said that and raised his glass. We toasted, drank, and then looked for another topic.
Thinking about the conversation I had with the guys that day, I changed my clothes and went back into the living room and sat down at the dining table.
The mother who prepared the food for her table was dressed in the baggy t-shirt and shorts she wears at home, but she could still feel the curves of her toned body.
Her breasts bulging above her T-shirt and her round buttocks, which were difficult to cover even with loose shorts, swayed slightly every time she moved, and the exposed bare skin of her arms and legs was white and soft as butter, without any blemishes.
I had never seen my parents have sex. I had never even heard a sound.
What kind of woman was she when she had sex with her father?
Before she divorced, did she ever have sexual desires for another man?
Did she ever actually have a relationship with another man?
She’s been divorced for five years, so how has her mom dealt with her sexuality?
I know her mom still gets her period.
Her shelf life as a woman has not ended.
Moreover, her mother’s body is still enough to stimulate men’s desires, and she will definitely be tempted.
Especially when dealing with drunk customers at her karaoke bar, there is no way that her mother’s beauty would not be such a temptation.
After finishing her meal, saying hello to her mom, leaving her house and heading to school,
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t imagine her mother having sex with another man.
As C said, not all women in the world are the same.
There are unclean women and chaste women.
I know what kind of woman my mother is.
Mom would never have betrayed her father.
And although she was alone now, she thought that her mother only had eyes for me, and that in her middle age she might rather masturbate, but not with a man to satisfy her sexual desires.
