My Friend's Sexy Mom
I had a best friend named Hyung-jun.
We'd been friends since middle school. Even though we went to different middle schools, we hit it off quickly because we had similar vibes. Hyung-jun was a bit of a cute, soft-looking guy—not the typical "pretty boy" type people rave about.
But then, one day when I went over to his place—it must've been around our third year of middle school—I saw his mom for the first time. Man, oh man. She was the kind of woman who could make even a young kid's heart race with how insanely sexy she was. Calling her an "auntie" didn't even feel right—she was so youthful and oozed this seductive charm. Honestly, if I didn't know she was Hyung-jun's mom, I'd have pegged her for a sexy woman in her late 20s.
"Oh, Hyung-jun's friend is here? I hear you've been his inseparable buddy lately?"
"Uh, hi, auntie."
Her voice was the kind of sultry tone you'd expect from a Japanese adult video. She was wearing short shorts and a sleeveless tank top, and between the fabric, her firm, full breasts were practically bouncing. As she walked toward me slowly, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I don't know if she wore perfume even at home, but this sweet scent hit my nose and drove me wild.
"So, you're Si-won, right? Don't fight with Hyung-jun and have fun, okay?"
"Y-Yes, yes…"
When I looked into her pretty, provocative eyes, I couldn't help it—even at that young age, my dick shot straight up. I guess that's what they call "sex appeal." I quickly dragged Hyung-jun into his room, terrified she might notice my boner. I was basically running away.
Hyung-jun, clueless as ever, brought some snacks and said, "My mom said you're good-looking. She thinks a lot of girls probably chase after you."
I knew she didn't mean it in any special way—she was just being nice—but my heart still fluttered. And even into high school, since Hyung-jun and I stayed best friends, I kept going over to his place a lot.
Here's something I didn't know before we got close: Hyung-jun was pretty famous in the neighborhood. But it wasn't because he was handsome or good at fighting—it was because of his mom and his sisters.
Hyung-jun had three older sisters. The oldest was a brainiac, famous for attending Seoul National University. The second one was well-known among the wilder crowd—she was a trainee for a girl group under S Group, so all the local troublemakers already knew her. But the third sister? She was the real standout. She was so famous at Sogang University that she modeled for the school. Her face practically glowed—like she was on a different level from ordinary people. She'd been scouted by big agencies multiple times on the street, but she turned them all down.
That third sister had been a "pretty girl" icon since high school, with hundreds of thousands of Instagram followers. She didn't become a celebrity because she refused, but in terms of recognition, she was already at that level.
Because of all this, Hyung-jun used to wonder if he was adopted when he was younger. His sisters were all stunning and brilliant, while he felt like the plain one. Even in high school, I'd see his mom and sisters when I visited, though I only exchanged brief hellos with the oldest sister once or twice—she was always busy dating her boyfriend. I never even met the second sister; she was too tied up preparing for her girl group debut. The third sister, though, I saw occasionally. She radiated so much light that even saying hi felt intimidating.
You know that feeling? Like, "This person's human like me, but we're living in totally different worlds"? Despite that, she was so warm and friendly. I'd get shy, barely manage a greeting, and duck into Hyung-jun's room, but she'd follow me in and say, "Hey, Si-won, are you ignoring me? I got new clothes—tell me if they're pretty, okay?" She'd flash this tiny, pale face with a bright smile. No guy, no matter how tough, could resist melting at that.
But with her, it wasn't even about wanting to sleep with her—it was more like, "God, how amazing would it be if she were my wife?" She was so perfect, though, that I couldn't even dream of approaching her. If people had ranks, she'd be SSS-tier, while I'd be, what, a B-tier at best? That inferiority complex made it impossible to get close to her.
Originally, Hyung-jun's mom and sisters were just these figures who made my school years exciting, and that's where it might've ended. But then, in my first year of college, that incident happened.
"Si-won, what're you doing after class today? Wanna grab a drink?"
"Sure, why not? I don't have anything going on anyway."
To be honest, I was super shy, so even after starting college, I didn't have a girlfriend. I hate to say it myself, but I was pretty popular with girls. The ones who approached me first usually weren't my type, though, and the ones I liked had too much pride to make a move. Sure, guys are supposed to take the lead, but I was so awkward with girls back then that it wasn't easy.
So, Hyung-jun and I met up at a bar in Daehak-ro. We drank soju with chicken and got nicely buzzed.
"Hey, Si-won, you're popular—how come you don't have a girlfriend?"
"You know me, man. I'm too shy to talk to girls."
"You little punk. But you talk just fine with my mom and sisters."
"That's 'cause I've known them forever and got comfortable. At first, I could barely speak to them either, dude."
"Really? Fair enough. Anyway—have you ever done it with a girl?"
"Done what?"
"You know, it. Don't play dumb, asshole. Sex. I mean sex."
"Oh, you dick. How am I supposed to have sex when I don't even have a girlfriend?"
"You don't need a girlfriend for that, idiot. You're still so green. Call me 'big brother' from now on."
"What? Wait—don't tell me you've done it? You have!"
"Of course I have, dumbass. Last week, I went to Sinchon with some seniors, and Young-chan hyung got drunk and started hitting on some girls outside a club. Total pickup move."
"Young-chan hyung? You drank with him? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"
Hyung-jun chugged his soju and kept going.
"Ahh, so good. Dude, isn't that guy kinda hot? He's good-looking and tall, so even when he's stumbling around drunk, girls still go for him. Me and the other senior just tagged along."
I was at that age where I was obsessed with sex, so I listened to Hyung-jun with laser focus.
"But get this—there was this one girl with huge boobs and a sexy vibe who seemed like the leader. She was all over Young-chan hyung, and we ended up drinking three-on-three. She was pushing for kissing games, king games, all that stuff."
"What?! Kissing games? King games? Man, I'm so jealous."
"Shut up and listen, punk. Your big bro's talking! You're still a virgin cutting in on me?"
We were best friends, so we always messed around like this, no filter.
"Okay, fine, just tell me what happened next!"
"Alright, so there was this insanely pretty girl there. Pale skin, tiny face. What was her name? Sun-mi! Yeah, Sun-mi."
"So, did you kiss her and hook up with her or what?"
"No, dumbass. We kept drinking, and then she and Young-chan hyung disappeared to the bathroom and never came back. That bastard Young-chan—drunk as hell but still had an eye for the best one."
"What the hell? You're calling Young-chan hyung a bastard now?"
"So what? He's not here. When he's not around, I'm his big bro, got it?"
"Man, you're wasted. So what happened after that? Young-chan hyung and that Sun-mi girl vanished?"
"Yeah. And the whole vibe just crashed. The sexy leader chick kept calling Sun-mi or whoever, but her phone was off. She got pissed, muttering, 'That bitch is at it again—losing her mind over a hot guy.' Then she started downing soju like crazy and passed out."
"What? So it turned into a total mess?"
"Just listen to the end, man. I'm still talking. So, she's chugging away, and her friend—who must've been used to this—ditched her and left. The other senior was bummed out, like a dog chasing a chicken. What could I do? As the youngest, I had to step up. I told the senior to head out first and took care of the mess. About an hour later, she finally started coming to, groaning like, 'Ugh…'"
"And then? Come on, tell me—I'm dying here!"
"So what? I paid the bill, helped her up, and holy shit—her face was sexy, but her body was unreal. Slim figure, but massive boobs. They pressed against my side, so firm, and her perfume was driving me nuts. I was losing it."
"And? And?!"
"Well, I got her stumbling self outside and into a taxi with me. I asked where she lived, but she wouldn't say—just flopped her head onto my thigh. I was already rock-hard from how turned on I was."
"Man, that must've been so embarrassing."
"We were in the taxi, so we had to go somewhere. I told the driver to head toward my place. While we're riding, she looks up at me with these insanely seductive eyes, lying on my thigh. Then she starts teasing my boner with her mouth through my pants. Holy shit, dude—even now, thinking about it makes me dizzy. Her blowjob skills were legendary; even through my clothes, I couldn't think straight. And then she unzips my pants—guess what happens next?"
"Your, uh, dick popped out, right?!"