The Plan (1)
Soft lighting bathes the table.
A cake sits upon it, candles flickering beside the number 20 written across the frosting.
His first birthday since becoming an adult.
The woman seated across from him urges him to blow out the flames.
Long, straight hair cascades down her back, glossy and gleaming. Her makeup is so light it barely seems there at all, pure and fresh. The off-shoulder top she wears holds a man’s gaze and refuses to let go. Slender lines of her shoulders. She beams at him, wide and bright.
“Hurry up and blow them out, Hyun-woo.”
“Okay, Mom.”
The young man leans forward and blows hard at the candles. He is her son. Freshly twenty, an adult at last. The woman across from him is his mother. That is what he called her.
They hardly look more than a few years apart.
When her son extinguishes the candles on his birthday cake, she claps for him.
“Happy twentieth birthday.”
“You didn’t have to go this far.”
“Oh… don’t sound so disappointed. You know how much Mom loves you, right?”
“Well… yeah…”
“Here, take a glass.”
Mom lifts the wine bottle and pours into her son’s glass. They tap the rims lightly together. She takes a sip and sets it down.
His eyes travel over her, starting at her forehead and drifting lower. She has her bangs down. Mom already looks young; right now she could pass for his age. A little exaggeration, maybe. Skin without a single blemish. She visits the dermatology clinic every week. Thirty-six. It doesn’t sound possible, but that is her age.
She is a single mother. She raised him through unimaginable hardship. Because of that, his memories of her are countless. Coming home exhausted from work, she always kissed his cheek. Many nights she pulled him into a tight hug and fell asleep holding him. He loved that version of her. Until puberty hit, he followed her around without complaint.
No father. No siblings. For him there is only Mom. Of course his aunt—six years older—had looked after him a great deal since he was small. Even knowing he shouldn’t, some stubborn rebellious streak had left him awkward around her for years now.
It was always Mom who soothed her sulky son. She accepted every tantrum. Even when he threw a fit over something ridiculous, she stroked his back and calmed him down. He loves that mother. Somewhere along the way, feelings began to sprout.
“Why are you staring like that…? It’s embarrassing…”
“Ah… just because you’re pretty.”
“Hehe… It’s been so long… hearing something like that from you, Hyun-woo.”
Mom’s face flushes pink. She is impossibly cute. A small mole sits near her left eye. It looks sexy. Her eyes are large. Whenever those eyes look at him, his heart sometimes races.
Suddenly she stands. He swallows hard without meaning to. Her breasts sway. At least an E-cup, from the look of them. A cinched waist. Hips that flare just right. A body without a single ounce of spare flesh. Smooth, elegant legs. Looks and a figure no one would believe belonged to a thirty-six-year-old.
She comes around and sits right beside him. She picks up her phone and opens the camera app. Their faces appear together on the screen.
“Hyun-woo, can you help me take a picture?”
“Uh… how?”
“Give me your hand.”
Mom takes his hand and places it on her slender shoulder. Soft skin sinks into his palm. She smiles radiantly. He does his best to smile back. She leans her head lightly against him. The photo is taken.
“Okay, you can put your hand down now.”
“Yeah. Posting it on SNS again?”
“It’s your birthday today… I want to show you off to people.”
A successful influencer. Hundreds of thousands of followers. Her youthful looks—far younger than her age—and her killer body have made her popular. And then there is him. If she never mentioned her age, people would easily take her for early or mid-twenties. That mother is raising her adult son alone. Plenty of people cheer her on. Riding that popularity, she also models for luxury brands, swimsuits, and lingerie. Life has become fairly stable. As her son, he knows exactly how much hardship it took to get here.
“You should pour me a glass too, right?”
It feels a little overwhelming. She is sitting far too close. Not that he dislikes it.
Mom drains the wine left in her glass in one go. He has no choice but to pour her another. They each take a sip.
“Cute…”
“Huh?”
“Hyun-woo, you’re cute.”
“Come on… how old am I… Most moms find sons that age gross.”
“Don’t say things like that… Other moms might, but not me.”
“You’ve worked so hard all this time…”
“Oh, Hyun-woo… what you just said…”
“Yeah. I know… how hard you worked raising me… I’m sorry.”
Tears well in Mom’s eyes. She pulls her son into a tight hug. He soothes her in return. Twenty years of leaning on each other to survive. Bound by a mother-and-son love that can never be severed.
“Hyun-woo… shall we sleep together for the first time in a long while…?”
“Uh…? That’s a bit…”
“Why?”
“Even so… it’s kind of weird… I’m not a kid anymore…”
“You’re right… Hyun-woo’s an adult now… Okay. Mom got a little too carried away… Just pretend you didn’t hear that…”
Her eyes are bloodshot. She dabs them with a tissue. They keep talking. Her son does his best in his own way. Those awkward years. For her sake, he decides he should stop acting the way he has and go back to how things used to be.
Before he knows it, time has slipped past and midnight is nearly here. Mom staggers when she tries to stand. Her son steadies her and guides her to the master bedroom.
“Hehe… I overdid it.”
“No kidding. I thought it was your birthday.”
“Getting to talk so much with you after so long… I was really happy.”
“Mom.”
“Yeah…?”
“I’ll do better from now on… I don’t even know why I was such an asshole to you.”
Mom smiles wide. Her son’s heart pounds. Her face is flushed from the alcohol. He already knows. The feelings that have begun to grow. That is why he has come to hate disappointing her.
He lays her carefully on the master bed and pulls the blanket over her.
“Sweet dreams, Mom.”
“You too, Hyun-woo.”
“Today… the birthday party was fun.”
“Mom thinks so too…”
Her son steps out and closes the door behind him. He lets out a long breath. Leaving the lingering regret behind, he heads to his own room. He sits at the desk and turns on the computer. He opens Mom’s SNS.
The photo they took earlier has already been uploaded. Most of the comments say they look good together. Every so often some bastard, clearly drunk, leaves a flirty remark. Of course they do. She is his mother, but even her own son can see how stunning her face and body are. She is every man’s fantasy. Pure yet sexy. A big ass. Big breasts.
He grabs the waistband of his pants and underwear together and yanks them down. Something springs free like a coiled spring. His cock stands rock-hard, thick veins standing out in sharp relief.
He scrolls down through older photos of Mom, one after another. He strokes his cock slowly. A body born with great genetics and refined by careful maintenance. She has shot plenty of swimsuit pictorials. His eyes lock onto a photo that emphasizes her ass. It has been retouched, no doubt, but the lift is extreme. It is art.
His hand speeds up.
“Ugh…! Mom…! Mom…!”
He doesn’t know exactly when it started. What he does know for certain is that once puberty hit, he began to be conscious of her. School friends brought her up all the time. Killer body. Mind if we come over sometime? She had even shot a few pictorials for legal adult magazines. Every single one sold out. One friend, looking at the photos of Mom in those magazines, had outright said she looked fucking delicious. They fought. Luckily the other guy was clearly in the wrong, so Mom never got called to the school. His personality turned inward. He hated the way other people looked at her. He ran from it. Not anymore.
Feelings for Mom keep blooming, fresh and new. He has realized he is in love with her.
The speed of his stroking turns frantic. With the photo of her ass still open, he plays one of the videos he keeps. An older-looking woman and a young man slam flesh against flesh. He has edited it so it starts right at the best part. He superimposes Mom’s face onto the woman pinned beneath the man. The urge to come surges. He snatches a tissue and presses it to the head of his cock. Thick, milky fluid spurts out in hard jets. His whole body shudders.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
He understands now. He can no longer stay awkward with Mom. During the birthday party he had tried with everything he had. As hard as he possibly could. Luckily, she had been happy. He loves her. Not as a mother, but as a woman. He cannot confess these feelings right away. A few awkward years cannot be erased by one birthday party. He has to work at it.
He steadies his breathing. He clicks open a hidden folder. It is packed full of material. Most of it concerns incest. Mother and son. At first he had been satisfied just watching other people do it. That changed. Feelings appeared. He was seized by the urge to make his one and only mother completely his. He wrestled with it. Then he decided. Now it is time to put the plan into action.
He researched. Doing it alone was impossible. He poured huge amounts of time into filling the folder. He saved every story he could find of people who succeeded in breaking the mother-son boundary and facing each other as man and woman. He has already read them, but he scrolls through them again. Most of them are bullshit. It doesn’t matter. The road to success turned out to be surprisingly simple. Failure is the same. The one common feature: not a single successful case started by suddenly demanding sex.
Slowly. Open Mom’s heart. Stimulate her until she feels him as a man.
He has already laid out the plan. It began just a little while ago, at the birthday party itself. All so he can make Mom his woman.
Her head aches. She slowly opens her eyes. She looks at the space beside her. Empty. She lets out a deep sigh. If he was going to be so sweet, he could have stayed next to her for even one night…
She is thinking about her son, Hyun-woo. It had been so long since the two of them spent quiet, intimate time alone together. Her one and only child. She would not trade him for anything. Before she knew it he had become an adult, and he had carried her, drunk, into the master bedroom and even pulled the blanket over her. He might move out soon. When that day comes… will she be able to accept it? Her heart is a tangle of complicated feelings.
She swings her legs out of bed. She throws open the window and lights a cigarette. She picks up her phone and checks SNS. The photo with her son is flooded with comments of support and congratulations. Happiness washes over her. Right. Because she is his mother… She will do everything she can for him. Hyun-woo is an adult now. Someday he will have no choice but to leave her arms. Until then.
She checks her DMs. As always, men of every nationality have sent a flood of photos showing off their precious little treasures. She deletes every single one. There was a time when loneliness had driven her to meet a few men. All the same bastards. They only ever wanted her body. At some point her affection for men simply dried up. From her late twenties onward she rejected every advance that came her way. Her son is enough. Hyun-woo is a man too, of course. He will leave her arms someday. Emptiness. The feeling that the inside of her body is hollow. She steadies herself. She changes clothes. She needs to prepare breakfast for Hyun-woo. She steps out of the room.