hyunbin wakes up to a new day.
Hyunbin can't seem to make his limbs move to get out of bed. It's past 12 in the morning and he knows both Jeongguk and Taehee-ssi are up, judging by the noises from the dining area but Hyunbin's still in bed, simply processing.
He'd slept soundly last night, despite thinking he'd never be able to sleep, visions of Taehee and her fat tits roaming around in his subconscious. He vividly remembers Dream Taehee curling up over his lap, teeth catching her shirt up and rubbing her soft, soft tits against his arm, making soft noises at the back of her throat. Asking him— begging him— to grope her.
He remembers that he had groped her, hands squeezing the soft, fleshy part of her tits, and fuck, if dream Taehee had felt so good; he can only imagine how good real Taehee would feel. Purring into his ear, rubbing her rear against his cock.
"Such a good boy," she'd purred into his ear as she'd looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down so he was sucking at her puffy nipples. "Mm," she'd sighed as he squeezed her plush-soft tits, suckling at her nipple. "You're so good at this, aren't you?"
But he'd woken up to a cruel reality where he's just an outsider, just a voyeur to his college friend's illicit affair with his mother.
When he steps out, he's greeted by the sight of Taehee sitting on her son's lap. Considering everything Hyunbin had seen, this shouldn't phase him but it does, he does a double-take as he watches Jeongguk's thumb squeeze the base of her tits and his other hand possessively grab onto the fat of her hips.
"Good morning, Hyunbin-ah," Taehee says, warmly. "There's breakfast on the kitchen island for you if you're feeling hungry."
Hyunbin nods blankly. He mindlessly grabs the bowl of rice and a fried egg and returns back to the table.
This felt like a game. Like, Taehee was waiting for him to address the elephant in the room. Throughout Hyunbin's inner turmoil, Jeongguk had said nothing and Hyunbin says nothing as well. There's sounds of clothes rustling and Hyunbin is shame-faced at the ordeal he'd been presented with.
"Had a good sleep, man?" Jeongguk asks and the sound of his voice startles Hyunbin enough for him to look up and see as Taehee slowly grinds down on his lap, her hips in motion with Jeongguk's hand guiding her.
"Um," Hyunbin says, distracted. Jeongguk's other palm— the one not on his mother's hip— was thumbing at her nipple over her summer dress and Hyunbin can see the outline of the pebbled nipple. The same nipple he'd seen Jeongguk put his mouth on, just two nights ago. "Good enough."
"Yeah?" Jeongguk continues and pinches Taehee's nipple. She keens, grinding faster. In fact, she slips up her dress and there's an unmistakable sound of a zipper opening. Her hands are devious, the way she throws them up and locks them behind Jeongguk's head. She gives a moan and now, Hyunbin can hear the slick sound of her pussy. "Had a good dream, yeah?"
Hyunbin swallows but he can't really seem to swallow the lump in his parched throat. His mouth's gone dry.
Taehaee and Jeongguk were exhibitionists, that much was obvious but was their sick game only supposed to make Hyunbin uncomfortable? For him to be a voyeur to their ministrations?
"I did," Hyunbin says honestly, trying his best to keep his eyes firmly fixed on Jeongguk's face. But, Jeongguk was a devious man because he leaned in to nibble at the juncture of Taehee's collar, still pinching her nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, really?" Jeongguk asks, mid-peppering kisses onto his mother. "Mind sharing some of the details? Hot babe appear in your dreams?"
This was cruel torture but Hyunbin's determined to come out of this a winner.
