Plan (10)
Hyun-woo's breathing grows heavier.
He can't tear his eyes away from his mother's legs. A completely different feeling from when she wore shorts. Black dolphin pants. Her snow-white, soft legs make his eyes dizzy.
"What are you doing...?"
"Ah... they're so pretty, I just glanced for a moment..."
"Hehe... that's why you should've done it when I was wearing shorts... I'm a little like that too..."
"Why... they look good..."
"I haven't worn these in about ten years... I'm getting older..."
"They're just cute, what's the problem..."
Her son picks up the small gel bottle upside down. He spreads his palm and squeezes it out, rubbing it in with quick strokes. The texture is definitely nice. His hands tremble slightly. He slowly reaches forward. Makes contact.
"Haa..."
"How does it feel...?"
"Good..."
"That's a relief, I was worried... it would feel different from just kneading, after all..."
The voice that escaped from his mother's lips is quite different from before. It sounds almost like a moan. Her legs, already soft, are slippery from the gel. He slowly sweeps from the ankle area, up the calf, pressing firmly. His mother twitches slightly. A great success.
"Mmm... haa..."
"It's easier with the gel, Mom... feels good..."
"Is that so...?"
"Yeah, I think I did well buying it... I think I can do this for a while..."
"It feels good for me too... it doesn't hurt... Hyun-woo's hands are soft..."
The two mother and son converse in whispers. The sound of skin rubbing against skin makes a squishing noise. The atmosphere changes too. More than a massage... it's skinship.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa..."
So-young's breathing grows heavier. Her son's hands gradually move upward. The thighs. Every time he sweeps over his mother's legs with gel-covered hands, they glisten. Her smooth legs shine under the living room lights. Desire stirs.
"Mom... should we try it like yesterday?"
"Hmm...?"
"You know the position my aunt told me about..."
"Ah... that..."
"Yeah, I didn't realize, but sitting beside your legs really gives me a stiff neck..."
"... Alright, just a moment."
His mother takes a moment to compose herself. She ultimately agrees. Her son steps back a step. His mother's legs slowly spread apart in front of her son's gaze. Very slowly.
"Is this... enough...?"
The crease of the groin. He swallows hard. The Y-zone. The place he must touch to move to the next stage. It imprints him as a man onto his mother. He's slightly disappointed. They're spread to the sides, but it's somewhat cramped to enter. There's no choice. One step at a time. No need to rush.
He stands up and sits in a comfortable position between his mother's spread legs. Legs generously coated in gel. They look tempting. He reaches forward with both hands and grasps the thigh area. His mother's lower body twitches again. He lifts them up and places them on his son's thighs, subtly spreading them wider to the sides.
"Hyun-woo..."
"Yes, Mom..."
"Is this... how you do a massage...?"
"I listened to my aunt and looked up some Thai massage videos... they said this position is best..."
"I see... I feel kind of embarrassed..."
"Hehe... actually, I do too... I'm looking from behind..."
His mother's buttocks. The crease of the groin. The thighs. The legs. They all reflect in her son's eyes. His mother's back, breathing heavily. He can feel it. She's tense. She's completely entrusted her body to her son. Solid trust. It also means she doesn't yet perceive him as a man.
Gently, he begins to knead slowly.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa..."
A strangely squishing friction sound echoes intermittently. A strange atmosphere. The bulge in Hyun-woo's pants. He doesn't even try to hide it. It's hidden from his mother's view, as long as she doesn't turn around. It points directly at his mother's place.
"Mom..."
"Yes...?"
"I notice it every time, but your skin is amazing..."
"Hehe... you're flirting again... am I really that good...?"
"Your figure is great... your face is pretty... your personality too..."
"Phew... Hyun-woo, you'll be good at picking up women... I think you'll do it quickly..."
"Is that so...?"
"Yeah, I can tell... how careful you are so you don't hurt Mom... and how nicely you talk..."
Her son's hands gradually dig deeper. They've reached the upper thighs. The part his sister talked about yesterday. Even with a woman's hands, she twitched. She felt it. For the first time in a long while. An erogenous zone.
She can't tell Hyun-woo. To not touch there. She doesn't feel like saying it either. Why is that? She doesn't know her own heart. Her breathing grew heavier. She lowered her head sharply. She's embarrassed.
This... could it be... arousal...? It can't be. Hyun-woo is giving her a massage. He's her son. There's no way. Above all, perhaps because of the gel, it feels so good. A hazy feeling. Her son's touch is fully transmitted. It's warm. It's filled with love. Hyun-woo's hands approaching very carefully. What mother could reject such a son. But that place is off-limits.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa...!"
His mother's body stiffens. Her son's hands have slightly dug into the inner thighs. She lifts her head slightly. Her vision goes dark. He touched a sensitive spot.
"Does it hurt...?"
"No, it's not that... haa... haa..."
Hyun-woo notices too. Her reaction when he touched the inner thighs. Her heavy breathing. He really did well buying the gel for so much money. His fingers stop at a distance that almost touches the groin crease. He presses firmly in that spot. His mother's buttocks tremble. Her waist twists slightly.
"Mmm...! Haa... mmm...! Haa..."
"I guess I need to massage here like my aunt said... tell me right away if it hurts..."
"Alright... Hyun-woo... mmm...!"
So-young presses her lips together. Her soft, tender thigh flesh is gripped in her son's palm. He opens and closes his grip. Each time, So-young's waist twitches slightly. Her trembling buttocks. Her toes curl as if in a cramp.
"Should I stop...?"
"Haa... haa... no, it's not that bad... I guess it's because I don't usually touch that place either..."
Hyun-woo subtly tests the waters. He just needs to make her get used to it. He stops asking and focuses on the massage. His mother's thighs gripped in her son's hands. He squeezes and releases. A strange friction sound. And heavy breathing.
"Mmm... haa...! Mmm... haa...! Mmng...!"
So-young lifts her buttocks slightly, then sinks down helplessly. Thick sweat beads form on his mother's cheeks and trickle down. An ordinary evening that isn't that hot. His mother's body. Proof that she's heated up. From her son's touch.
She gathers more courage. She grabs her thighs with her hands and slowly spreads them to the sides. His mother's groin is exposed. He pulls his mother's knees upward. Her legs naturally fold in half. A position reminiscent of a frog. His mother's already lifted buttocks swell up like a watermelon. A breathtaking sight. For a fleeting moment, he imagines thrusting something between her buttocks. What would it feel like?
"Hyun-woo..."
"Yes, Mom..."
"The position is a little..."
"Embarrassed...?"
"... ..."
"In the massage videos, the woman receiving it had that position too, and her face was red..."
"I guess so... are you okay?"
"Yeah... I'm just doing what I learned... there's also a way using the forearm."
Hyun-woo bends his upper body forward. The watermelon-sized buttocks come into close-up. There's no time to hesitate. He bends his arm, points his elbow downward, and jabs into the swollen buttocks as if they'll burst.
"Mmng...!"
"Just bear with it for a moment, Mom... you'll get used to it soon... they say pressing like this is good."
His mother presses her lips together and endures. Her son presses down on her buttocks with the pointed part of his elbow. He rotates it in a clockwise circle. Lifts slightly and jabs firmly. Repeats.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa..."
"Is it okay now?"
"Yeah... it feels better... I thought something was off, and there was a reason..."
"Hehe... that's a relief, I was worried about the position and if it would hurt."
Her son's hands kneading her buttocks. More accurately, it should be described as pressing down. She feels a bit strange. Something she feels in her thighs each time he jabs. Hard and hot. It's touching. Her calf.
"Mmm... haa... mmm... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
"Is it tiring...?"
"I'm fine... how about you, Mom...?"
"It feels good... I get hazy every time you massage me..."
Thick sweat beads have formed on Hyun-woo's forehead too, trickling down. Sweating profusely, he carefully presses down on his mother's buttocks using his elbow. He has no time to feel the texture. Something between his legs reacting instinctively. Hyun-woo knows too. What that thing jabbing at his calf is. Her son's penis. It touches his mother's body and moves away. Her legs twitch each time. She feels it. His mother too. Her son too.
A thirst that burns his throat. It's very hot. It wasn't like this earlier. Proof that his own body has heated up. Along with his mother.
"Oh my... Hyun-woo, why are you sweating so much..."
"Hmm...?"
His mother turns around. She stares directly. Sweat beads trickling down her son's face drop onto his mother's watermelon-sized buttocks. Her son, looking awkward, smiles broadly.
"You've worked hard, so let's stop for today."
"It's fine..."
"You're sweating so much... if you're tired, just say so... you're something else..."
His mother's cheeks, flushed red. She fans herself with her hand to cool the sweat. He feels regret. He could have touched the groin. A part that even a son can't help but feel. Well, he confirmed it. His mother too. He too.
"I know... it suddenly got hot... is it the same for you, Mom?"
"Hmm? Ah... it's hot today... why is it like this."
His mother avoids his gaze. She slowly stands up. His mother's smooth legs, coated in gel.
"We need to wipe that off."
"I'll do it... it'll wash off in the shower."
"Tomorrow too... should I do it?"
"... Yeah."
So-young's trembling lips. She can't bring herself to refuse her son's request. She vaguely felt it. What that thing jabbing at her calf was. Hyun-woo, in the prime of his virility. Even though she's his mother, the position was explicit. A natural phenomenon. It felt good. Her son's touch. He massaged her carefully while sweating. From ankles to calves, thighs, and buttocks. If not Hyun-woo, there's no one else to do it. She doesn't want to receive it from a stranger. And one more thing. A feeling she hasn't felt in a very long time. She doesn't know yet.
"Do you have anything to say to Mom?"
"Good night."
"Hehe... Hyun-woo, dream of Mom."
The mother and son's gazes cross. His mother's gaze turns toward between her son's legs. It passes by. Hyun-woo doesn't notice. He stares at his mother's retreating back. Her swaying buttocks. He imagines. Her son grabbing his mother's watermelon-sized buttocks and forcefully thrusting his hips. Something penetrating between them. His whole body is wrapped in a shiver.