Chapter 67 – [Short Story] A Mother Who Runs a Karaoke Bar Tells Her Friends…(4)
What does this mean?
Are you playing with your mom?
I continued reading the message below.
[B: Huh? How?]
[C: She said there was no helper, so I asked her aunt to play, and she said okay]
[A: Isn’t it Gura?]
[C: If you don’t believe me, take a look]
Beneath the message was a photo of a woman standing up and singing with a microphone.
Even though it was from the back, I knew right away that it was my mom.
Because it was the exact clothes my mom wore today.
And the photo posted immediately below showed the mother’s face looking back.
[A: Wow… She really is that bitch]
[B: What, are you really picking pussy today?]
[C: I can’t talk anymore. I will report the details tomorrow]
After this message, there were no more messages from friends.
At this moment… My mom is alone with that guy in a cramped karaoke room?
I looked down at myself, with my pants down and still holding my mom’s panties in one hand.
Feeling a great sense of shame and misery, I quickly put my clothes back on and put her mother’s underwear back where they were.
Looking back at the messages and photos posted in the group chat room, I imagined what was happening in the karaoke room.
C approaches her mother, who is standing up and singing her song, and hugs her mother’s body.
Her mother’s slender body is held in the pig-like arms of C.
For some reason, my mom feels like she can’t firmly refuse even if a customer makes an offer.
Mom, who said no several times, eventually accepts C’s skinship.
He was rubbing his crotch against her mom’s puffy ass,
She massages her mother’s stomach and her breasts with both hands.
And in the end, C got completely excited in a karaoke room with no one around,
He places his mother’s small body face down on the table and pulls down her pants.
Mom screams, but there’s no one to help her,
I struggle to get away, but I can’t escape the hands of the guy pressing my head down on the table.
In the end, C held the cock with one hand and aimed it at her mother’s spot…
As my imagination grew to this point, I could no longer sit still at home.
I ran out of the house with the clothes I was wearing.
The night air was still cool, but I didn’t feel cold even in shorts and shorts.
Even if you walk quickly from home to the store, it takes 30 minutes.
But there is no way there is a bus at this time.
I was thinking about walking, but ended up taking a taxi.
I felt like I had to go a little faster.
I thought about it while taking a taxi.
What on earth are you going for?
It’s unlikely, but if I happen to see Mom and C being unfaithful, will I stop them?
What are you going to say to your mom and her friends afterward?
Besides, will my mom be able to look at my face properly after she finds out about something like that?
No, there is no way something could have happened between Mom and C in the first place.
Mom is not a prostitute who sells her body for money.
If I believe that, then why on earth am I going to a karaoke bar right now?
It’s a 30-minute walk away, so the taxi arrived quickly.
Even though it was early morning on a weekday, the entertainment district near the subway station that runs to the nearby university was still brightly lit, and the shops were crowded with customers drinking alcohol.
In a bar alley branched off from the main street, and in a small alley branched off from there, there was a karaoke bar run by a mother.
Our store was the only sign with a light on in that alley.
It was a small karaoke room in the basement of a small commercial building, but it was still enough for my mom and I to make a living.
As I entered the stairs leading down to the basement, I heard singing from inside the store.
It was my mother’s voice.
Although this store has been open for about a year, it was the first time that my mother entertained her customers by singing.
Is this the first time, or has this been happening before?
The door was locked, but I knew the password.
If you are singing in the room, you will never hear the password being pressed.
Since the door is locked, you probably won’t be paying any attention to this.
Standing in front of the door, I hesitated for a moment.
If Mom and C are really in here,
If, by any chance, what C wanted from her mother is now coming true,
It took a lot of determination for me, as a son, to see that.
I entered the password and slowly opened the store door.
Of course, there was no one at the counter right next to the door.
I was afraid that my mother might catch me, so I went in with my waist down, but all the lights in the hallway and room were turned off, so it looked like the store was closed.
Mom’s singing voice was coming from inside the store.
It was the only room with a light on, the room at the end of the hallway.
The singing voice I heard was one that I was also familiar with because my mother liked it.
Before the song ended, I bowed down and quietly but quickly entered the room opposite the room where the light was on.
Judging by the fact that my mother continued to sing, it seemed like she wasn’t caught.
The room’s windows were decorated with complex patterns and were almost completely hidden, but there was still a transparent part, so if you looked closely, you could see in from the outside and the outside from the inside.
I sat on the sofa and looked at the room across from me through the transparent corner of the window.
I couldn’t see it clearly, but her mother was standing up and singing while looking at the TV screen, and I could only see her back.
There was a karaoke machine screen in front of my mom, and in front of it there was a sofa arranged in a U shape. When I looked at it, it seemed to me that C was sitting on the sofa on the right.
When the song ended, C was heard clapping and cheering.
Then my mom went to the right, and she disappeared from my sight.
The two of them are probably sitting side by side on the sofa over there.
It wasn’t visible from here.
In the end, I gathered the courage and decided to go out into the hallway.
There is CCTV in the hallway, but it doesn’t play anyway unless something special happens.
And as far as I know, she doesn’t even know how to play.
I can come and erase it later when mom is away.
I crept out into the hallway and clung to the bottom of the window.
I put one eye to the bottom right corner of the large window.
If Mom or C got up to go to the bathroom, I could sneak into the next room and not be caught.
Of course, there was a risk of falling or making a mistake, but at the time, I couldn’t endure it without seeing what was going to happen in the room.
The lights were off in the hallway, so there was no way they would notice me inside.
The sight that unfolded before my throbbing eyes was not that shocking.
As I expected, Mom and C were sitting side by side.
Mom was sitting inside, near the karaoke machine, and C was sitting next to me.
There were a lot of fruit snacks and bottles of alcohol on the table.
The number of bottles that had already been emptied was significant.
C is quite a strong drinker, but as far as I know, my mother is not very good at drinking.
However, considering how much C drank, it is not the amount he drank alone, so his mother must have drank quite a bit as well.
I thought C posted a message in the group chat room as soon as he came to the store,
Judging by the amount of liquor bottles, it seemed like it had already been a while since I came.
Come to think of it, both of their faces were quite hot from intoxication.
Mom poured her drink into an empty C and her own glass.
The sight of my mother politely pouring her drink into my friend’s glass with both hands was quite strange.
As if, no, not as if, my mom was actually serving my friend’s drinks.
After emptying the glass, C took out a cigarette and put it to her mouth, and her mother picked up the lighter and lit it for her.
I haven’t heard their conversation yet.
Watching Mom’s attitude toward C, I became curious about what titles they use for each other.
At that time, C, who had taken a good drag of her cigarette, spoke to her mother.
“How old did you say your sister is?”
“Forty-seven… How many times are you asking?”
He was rolling his eyes, but he didn’t look particularly angry.
A soft voice and a slightly smiling face.
Any man would have a surge of lust.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if my mother, who locked the door and turned off all the lights in a place where I was alone with the man, was being bold or thoughtless… I started to worry about what I should do if C attacked my mother like I imagined.
“Oh, that’s right. Why do I keep forgetting? Are you already drunk? No, it’s because you look so young. At 47, you are only two years older than my mom, but honestly, I think being called older sister is more appropriate than aunty?”
“Ah, even though you’re 21 years old, it’s too much for you to be my sister. Anyway, thank you for your words.”
Mom said this and took one of her apples from the plate in front of her and held it out to C.
C lightly grasped her mother’s wrist with one of her hands, took a bite of her apple, chewed it, then swallowed it, then bit down on the remaining apple in her mother’s hand, reaching for her mother’s fingers as well. I put it in my mouth.
The mother was startled and seemed to be trying to pull her fingers away, but C continued to hold her wrist, and her mother gave her hand to the boy without much resistance.
