Chapter 1 – My Friend’s Mother Jung-Ah (1)
“Ah… The head…”
Every day, the alarm clock rings.
My head hurts from the cold air filling the room.
‘Why is this guy’s house so cold even with the boiler on’
I pressed the floor with my hand, but the warm and cold areas were separated.
‘I’m sad’
I felt like I was about to shed tears on the cold floor.
To go to school at this age
Having trouble going to school, I force myself to get up.
I became alone a year ago due to an unexpected accident.
Cow. Year. Go. Page
I am still 20 years old, but others call me the boy head of the household.
Graduation was delayed for a year because of the sudden award, and others had to go to school at college age.
I also did not expect in my dreams that things that I would see in dramas or books would happen to me.
Just like the movie line, ‘Unexpected things always come from the back of the head’.
In fact, I grew up unaware of my inadequacies.
Love for family, love for family?
I’ve never thought of such things.
Because it was full of love.
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I had time to feel any gaps because my parents were full of love.
I wake up in the morning at my mother’s nagging and go to school,
My only pleasure was coming home from school and playing computer games or locking myself in my room and reading a book.
Dad, who runs a business, has been very busy since he was a child.
He would go out early in the morning and come back late at night.
He ran a small architectural firm, but he was plagued by calls and work every day.
I remember my dad holding a cell phone in one hand and a steering wheel in the other.
That day, too, his father was holding a cell phone in one hand and a steering wheel in the other.
– Beep!! Beep!! Beep!!
The chick alarm clock placed on the desk rings.
This is the last warning from the alarm clock.
If it’s too late now, it’s tardiness.
I quickly ran to the bathroom and started washing my face.
If it’s late today, the call from the spatula teacher is clearly expected.
You’ll probably have to clean the bathroom all day long after school.
Teacher ‘Spatula’ is the nickname of our homeroom teacher.
Spatial teacher, who has a hard spatula jaw like any celebrity, carries a wooden stick that looks like a spatula.
If you get caught in the spatula, you have to hit the spatula honey chestnut enough to make beans pop out of your head.
I roughly dry my hair and quickly change into my school uniform.
I take a rough look in the mirror and run my shaggy hair through it.
‘I think I’ve lost some weight because I haven’t eaten well.’
A slightly thin jawline stood out more on the pale white face.
If someone sees it, it looks like a new employee who is in the middle of the day.
As I was about to leave the front door, I heard someone calling.
“Dongho!”
“Ouch! What a surprise!”
I turned around and saw the lady on the first floor standing there.
She is the aunt who lives on the first floor of our villa and the mother of my friend Seongdae.
“Dongho, have you eaten?”
Vocal Mom grinned as she brushed her wavy hair lightly.
There is no crease in the mother’s vocal cords.
Maybe that’s why, it’s quite a while, not suitable for my age.
A beautiful face with fair skin,
Although she was not thin, she was moderately fleshy. From the outside, her voluminous and slender figure did not seem like she could be called an aunt.
More than anything, I pay a lot of attention to the style of clothing.
At Seongdae’s house, where she sometimes goes to play, her mother was wearing a thin home dress.
Her mother’s tight-fitting slip-on dress went around her mother’s waist and clung to her body.
If you look on the internet, they call these clothes ‘missy look’, right?
Seongdae’s mother, who occasionally goes out, was wearing long black boots and a short leather skirt.
She wasn’t a young lady, but she looked like a mother of high school kids.
Her mother was a person who fit well with the expression ‘good style’.
It was only natural for me, who was going through adolescence with a lot of blood, to keep an eye on her mother.
Every time I went to Seongdae’s house to play, I glanced at Seongdae’s mother’s body.
In particular, the back of the mother who is cooking or cleaning stimulated the gaze.
She kept straining her legs in the middle and sat for several minutes in an uncomfortable position.
“Hello mother!”
I was in a hurry, but I nodded.
Her mother’s baggy short-sleeved T-shirt was open, revealing a glimpse of her breastbone.
Dong-ho looked into her mother’s eyes to keep her gaze from reaching her mother’s breastbone.
“Yes~ Dongho, are you on your way to school?”
“Yeah~ did you go to school for your vocal cords?”
“So~ the vocal cords go out early these days, but did you eat breakfast?”
Seongdae’s mother takes care of me a lot since I am alone after her parents died.
Maybe it’s because I’m pitiful.
“No~ I’m going to school and have lunch.”
“Ugh, then it doesn’t work.”
Seongdae’s mother tells her to wait a moment and she enters the house.
And she takes a warm soymilk and puts it in my hand.
A scent of lavender wafted from the surroundings of her aunt handing her soy milk.
I liked the smell of those flowers from her aunt.
One day, it was similar to the smell that came from my mother’s room and clothes.
To me, it was the smell that stimulated my mother’s cologne.
For some reason, I was heartbroken.
“Be sure to eat breakfast, okay?”
“Yes! I’ll eat well. Thank you.”
“Yes, yes. Then, do you want to drop by my house later in the evening? I have something to ask about my vocal chords.”
‘What are you asking?’
I thought about it for a moment, but I couldn’t figure out what to ask.
“Yes… I’ll stop by in the evening.”
“Yeah, well done school~ See you later!”
I hurriedly said goodbye and left the front door.
I looked at the clock and it was 8:45.
If I run all the way to school, will I be able to pass through the school gate?
It was an intermittent time.
By the way, why did this guy go to school so quickly? The vocal cords had something in common with me.
He, like me, was a returning student who had been down for a year. Of course, unlike me, he went to school abroad when he was young and had no choice but to come here.
In fact, Seongdae was a friend who was not very interested in studying.
He was an outgoing personality who loved to exercise and play with his friends.
A lot of friends gathered around such a vocal cord.
It was the so-called school ‘insider’.
Compared to my vocal cords, my personality was somewhat introverted.
I didn’t mind hanging out with other people, but I didn’t enjoy it either.
Seongdae’s house moved three years ago.
In a three-story villa, my house lived on the second floor, and Seongdae’s family lived on the first floor.
Seong Dae-rang always lived in the same villa, so his family sometimes came and went.
The most memorable thing was going to the valley with Seongdae’s family in the summer.
A total of six people, my family of three and Sungdae’s family of three, rode in the same car.
It was not easy for Sungdae’s father, who runs a supermarket in the neighborhood, to empty the store, but that day he decided to close the shutters for the sake of his vocal cords.
The atmosphere was cordial.
She played during the day and the most memorable thing was her vocal mom.
She used to play in the water with her vocal mom in light blue thongs and dolphin pants.
She said it was her first time playing in years, and her eyes kept going to her figure as she splashed water like a girl.
The contours of her protruding breasts, visible through the laces, seemed to oscillate whenever she moved.
Her tight thighs glistened in the sunlight between her short shorts.
When Sungdae’s mother got out of the water, perhaps because of the weight of the water, her pants came down slightly, revealing her white buttock.
She remembers thinking at the time that a girl’s ass could be that white and big.
I was hiding in deeper water because of my stuff that kept getting bigger and more reactive.
I was amazed at my stuff reacting to seeing her friend’s mother.
After that, after an accident left me alone, my vocal cord mother began to take care of me.
Even at the funerals of her mother and her father, she was by my side and comforted me.
I was feeling grateful for such an old lady.
Auntie was the only grown-up in the world whom I could rely on even a little bit.
– Kakao Talk
[Are you going well?]
‘Who is this at this hour?’
I opened the kakaotalk window and checked the profile.
It was a picture of a beautiful young woman wearing jeans and a white tee, smiling broadly.
[Were you surprised this morning? Have a good day at school, and save this number~]
Ah!
She was a vocal mother.
I can’t recognize it when I see it dressed like this.
Sungdae’s mother’s KakaoTalk profile picture had a picture of her wearing a white tee and skinny jeans.
‘Who would see this as a lady?’
I started flipping through her profile pictures one by one.
About 10 photos were registered, half of which were family photos.
These were pictures taken with the vocal cords father and his vocal cords with a protruding stomach and shaved head.
There were also pictures of the mother of vocal chords alone, and she looked like a so-called virgin.
There seemed to be quite a bit of an age difference between him and his father.
There were also pictures taken in the valley with my family.
In that photo, the sky-blue string t-shirt showed the outline of her bursting breasts.
[Hello, Mrs.~ Thank you soy milk for breakfast. Then see you later!]
I replied quickly and started running to school.
The winter morning air was fresher than I thought.
The wind brushing my face seemed to smell good.
‘Is it lavender?’
After that incident, the feeling of excitement seemed to be felt for the first time in a long time.
It must be because someone pushed away the gloomy morning mood.
As soon as I arrived at school, I looked over the seats of the vocal cords.
Vocal cord was sleeping next to her, and only her vocal cord partner, Su-yeon, was looking at her blackboard.
‘If that’s the case, why did you come early?’
I clicked on the KakaoTalk profile of the mother of vocal cords that I hadn’t even seen before.
There was also a picture taken in a bikini in a place that seemed to be overseas in the vocal cord mother’s profile.
Vocal Mother was wearing her sunglasses and shyly covering her breasts with her hands.
It was a fairly distant picture, so she gently enlarged it with her fingers.
In her photo, the mother’s bulging breast line and her solid lower body line were clearly exposed in a black bikini.
‘How can a woman’s body be like this…’
Before I knew it, it felt like blood was rushing to my pants.
In case anyone would see, she pulled her chair up close and hid her stuff under her desk.
When I flipped through the next picture, it was a picture taken with my vocal cord dad.
A picture of the vocal cords mom and her dad showing only the upper body.
Wearing her black, loose-fitting short-sleeved tee, her vocal mum, her cleavage slightly exposed, was smiling broadly.
Next to him was a smiling man with sparse hair that anyone could see as a neighborhood man.
The two shots that didn’t match made me feel strange.
For a moment, I imagined her bald uncle riding on top of her mother’s white naked body.
It reminded me of the queer expression of a vocal mother grabbing her uncle’s ass and accepting her angry cock.
She decided to close her eyes and savor her imagination a little more.
Even the blood vessels of my lower body had already been caught, and they were poised to break through the school uniform pants.
‘Ah… Lady…’
Vocal cord Daddy’s hips were shaking vigorously.
Beneath her, her aunt’s breasts trembled as she covered her mouth and let out an inexplicable sound, whether moaning or screaming.
It was then.
“What are you doing?”
Next to her eyes stood her vocal cords, making an expression of disbelief about what the situation was.
“Why are you looking at my mother’s picture?”
‘It’s a big deal.’
Pre-cum was leaking from my stiff cock, thinking of my mother’s shaking breasts.
