Chapter 68 – [Short Story] A Mother Who Runs a Karaoke Bar Tells Her Friends…(5)
I was surprised by my mother’s reaction as she remained still.
Why?
Looking at her mother’s surprised reaction, it didn’t seem like she had been like this forever.
Perhaps this was C’s first sexual approach.
Is it because you are embarrassed?
Is mom enjoying it too?
Or… Is it because of money like that kid said?
Which of these possibilities is the most disappointing to me?
Perhaps the biggest hurt to me was that my mother enjoyed C’s dirty deeds together.
However, even though I hoped that my mother was not an unfaithful woman, I was getting more and more excited while cursing C in my heart.
That pervert bastard dares to put my mother’s beautiful fingers in her dirty mouth and suck them.
Mom just watched it quietly with a slightly frowning expression.
It felt like a long time, but it actually wasn’t that long.
It only took about 10 seconds.
When she took her finger out of her mouth, C looked at her mother, but I couldn’t see the boy’s expression.
Mom made eye contact with C for a moment, smiled briefly as if she was embarrassed, and then avoided her gaze.
C’s physical, and quite pervert, approach, and the mother who did not resist it.
What happened after that was, of course, predictable.
C attempted a little more active physical contact.
The boy put his arm around her mother’s shoulder.
This time too, mom didn’t resist.
C pulled her mother’s body with a little force, and her mother leaned her body against her guy’s fat shoulder.
C asked her mother, taking another drag on her cigarette.
“Is your sister married?”
“I’m single.”
“Ah… What about the child?”
“Why are you asking such a thing?”
The mother’s body was being held by C, but her eyes were focused on the karaoke screen that was playing a random video.
C’s fingers, who were holding her mother, were stroking her mother’s shoulders as they moved slightly.
“I’m just curious. Do you have children?”
“I have a son.”
“Really? How old are you?”
Mom didn’t answer for a while, but C patiently waited for her mom’s answer.
“… I’m twenty-one years old.”
“Wow… Really? Same age as me? You’re really my mother’s age.”
C said that and took another drag on his cigarette, giggling as to what was good.
“So… Do you want to do this to a lady like that?”
Mom said that and tried to get away from C’s hand, but C hugged her mom’s body even harder.
“I actually like it better that way?”
C said that with a sly smile.
The mom stopped moving to get out of her guy’s arms and just stared at the screen of her karaoke machine, which was playing a meaningless video, and then opened her mouth.
“Don’t all men like young women? The customer also found a younger helper.”
“Well… Generally, younger women are plumper and prettier, but when you’re at the level of an older sister, age doesn’t really matter.”
“…”
“There are people who like fully mature women, but the majority’s preference is towards the younger side. But if you’re like an older woman, any man will like you regardless of personal preference, right?”
The level of conversation was gradually rising.
Still, although he is still expressing it politely, both I and my mother knew that what C was actually trying to say was, “Any man would want to do this, right?”
“But there’s no reason why it’s better because she’s the same age as my mother.”
Mom said, pronouncing ‘the’ strongly.
“It’s even better. It’s rare to find a woman of my mother’s age who has been managed to this level. There’s a sense of immorality.”
“What is a sense of immorality?”
“The pleasure you feel while doing something a little… Immoral? The thrill of being able to hug a woman as old as your mother like this?”
C said that with a pervert smile as she tightened her arms around her mother.
He’s my friend, but we’ve never been to an entertainment establishment together, so this was the first time I knew he was such a disgusting bastard.
And when my mother, who was in the arms of that disgusting bastard, heard that, she clicked her tongue, laughed, moved her shoulders, and finally got out of her arms.
However, he was not the kind of person who would let her mother go.
This time, C’s arm went into her waist instead of her mother’s shoulder.
The blouse and cotton pants her mother was wearing were thin summer clothes, simple but a little tight, showing off the curves of her body.
Her C’s hand curled around her mom’s soft waist and her mom grabbed her guy’s hand with one of her hands.
I didn’t try to get away, but I guess I was anxious about the man’s hand touching my body, so I just held on to the man’s hand to prevent him from doing any more strange things.
Her mother asked C as she picked up the fruit with her other hand and put it in her mouth.
“Are you a college student?”
“Right.”
“By any chance, XX University?”
It was the name of our school.
The school was right nearby and our store was also included in that commercial area, so it was a natural idea.
Perhaps my mother was worried that C might not know me.
I also started to get anxious about whether my mom would find out that C was my friend.
However, C’s answer was unexpected.
“No, the school is different, and my house is nearby.”
“Ah…”
Mom nodded her head, but C’s words were a lie.
Why on earth are you lying?
At that time, I wasn’t in a position to think about it properly.
At the time, I just thought I was lucky that I wasn’t caught.
But I only realized it after looking back on this the next day.
My friends had already figured out that my mom was my mom and that I had lied.
In other words, they were watching how I reacted while talking about their mother in the group chat room, and now C is feeling the thrill of harassing the mother of a friend he doesn’t know anything about.
When C raised her glass and held it out to her mother, her mother also raised her glass.
She made a small toast, drank, and her mother filled her empty glass again.
C was still holding her mother’s waist and staring at her with a blank expression.
I imagined what the mother would look like from the boy’s point of view.
A pure white neckline revealed beneath the hair tied back,
A few strands of hair flowing down on that white skin,
Bra straps vaguely visible through the white blouse,
Lovely cleavage visible through buttons,
A face with long eyelashes and neat features,
My friend’s mother holds the bottle with both hands and fills the glass with alcohol…
Suddenly, the boy’s face was buried in the back of her mother’s neck.
Her mom put down her bottle and tried to push her guy’s body away.
But C didn’t care and grabbed her mother’s breasts through her clothes.
Mom now grabbed C’s forearms with both of her hands and tried to pull him away from her body, but her pot-lid-like hands were massaging her mom’s breasts to their heart’s content.
When her mother tried to get up from her seat, twisting her body roughly,
C whispered something into her mother’s ear.
And her mother stopped moving.
Her whole body stiffened, as did I, as she was preparing to run to the room next to her, afraid that her mom would break free from her guy’s grasp and run out of her room.
There was silence for a moment, with all three of them, including Mom, C, and me, unaware of their existence, not moving.
He seemed to be whispering something into her mother’s ear intermittently.
And after a while, her mother’s lips began to move little by little.
C’s face was still buried in the crook of her mother’s neck, so they could talk directly into each other’s ears.
Since the two thought they were the only ones here right now, there was no particular reason to whisper,
Nevertheless, there must be a good reason for speaking in such a whisper.
Mom’s expression was serious, and her eyebrows were furrowed.
C’s face was not visible from this side, but his hand was still resting on his mother’s chest.
The conversation between the two lasted surprisingly long, and during that time, their bodies did not move at all.
Mom and C were negotiating something.
Even if I couldn’t hear it, I could roughly guess its contents.
C would have offered something of hers to her mother and asked for compensation.
And she would have told her mother what she could give and what she could never give, no matter how much it cost her.
From the fact that Mom stopped moving without cutting C’s offer with her single sword, I could already guess that Mom was going to give C something of hers today.
My heart was pounding like it was about to explode as I sensed that something was about to happen right in front of my eyes. I placed one hand on the wall and put the other hand into my panties.
My dick had already become hard and was throbbing and leaking fluid.
And a moment later, her mother’s hands, which had been holding C’s hand on her chest, slipped down and rested on her thighs.
The tension in her mother’s body went away, and C dug into her mother’s body strongly.
C kissed her mother’s neck, hugged her mother, and started groping her mother’s upper body with both hands.
The mother closed her eyes, relaxed her entire body, and surrendered her body to the boy’s hands like a doll.
C massaged her mother’s neck and back, her breasts and her waist as if they were her own toys.
But what caught my attention more than the man’s hands massaging her mother’s body was the mother’s expressionless face with her eyes closed with only her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
But when, without warning, the boy’s vicious hand burrowed between her mother’s legs and grabbed her crotch hard over her pants.
I didn’t miss the slight opening of my mother’s tightly closed lips.
