The Plan (12)
So-young's mind went fuzzy. Dazed, she couldn't bring herself to tell him not to use gel. It felt good. She wanted to feel it again — Hyun-woo's massage, his careful, devoted touch. When his hands reached there, it was hard to bear. Deep inside her inner thigh, his fingers hovered, almost touching, burning her insides. Her buttocks shook. The sound of friction. Her son's hand.
"Haa... haa... Hyun-woo..."
"Yeah, Mom..."
"Is there really... a massage like this...?"
"...I saw it on Nertube... Why are you asking suddenly?"
"Hehe... I was just... curious..."
Her son's fingers gradually dug deeper, heading toward the place he absolutely shouldn't touch. She should make him stop, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. The sensation concentrated. Please. If only he'd touch it.
"It's a bit awkward to watch with Mom... but should I put on a massage video?"
"Yeah... I want to see how they do it..."
Hyun-woo removed his hand from her buttocks and touched his phone. He accessed Nertube, scrolled through his video watch history, and played one. He mirrored it to the TV, starting from the beginning. So-young turned her gaze and fixed it on the screen. A young woman in black dolphin pants and a string tank top lay on a massage bed. A male therapist appeared and began the massage with skilled hands — no gel applied.
"Since he's a professional, you can hear the bones cracking..."
"Yeah, there are quite a few good massage therapists, but I keep watching his videos because they're good for learning."
"Hehe... the woman has a nice figure..."
"Not as good as Mom's."
Her son's hand touched her protruding buttocks and grabbed them. He closed and opened his palm, the texture so good. Holding a handful, he spun his hand in circles. Her buttocks shook. She'd gotten quite used to it — as expected, animals of adaptation. Everything proceeded according to plan, and the non-stop flirting continued.
"Oh my..."
Her mother's pupils dilated. On the TV, the male therapist generously applied gel to the lying woman's legs, rubbing gently with his elbows — exactly the same way she did it.
"He uses his elbows on the calves too... must be tiring."
"Yeah... I'm not at that level yet... unless it was a raised bed."
"That's right... Hyun-woo has no choice but to bend his head... glad you listened to your sister."
"It's fine, I do neck stretches often..."
"You're so handsome, my son... you just do everything perfectly without me having to say anything..."
"Hehe... it feels good to be praised."
"I like it too..."
The male therapist on screen changed position, folding the woman's legs in half into a frog pose. She buried her head and panted heavily — she must be embarrassed. The man's hands continued, pressing on her buttocks with his elbows while fingers simultaneously dug into her groin. Her body jerked violently. Her back arched up, then dropped limply. The expert's touch showed no hesitation. He gently pinched and shook the skin at the fold of her groin. She didn't show pain, only occasional faint moans. So-young felt it — the woman on screen.
"That's it... the place your sister mentioned..."
"Yeah, since it's a place where hands don't easily go... it's hard to try because it could hurt if done wrong."
"That's right... he pinches and shakes the delicate skin..."
"Should I... try it...?"
"Now...?"
"Yeah... maybe we can do it while watching...?"
Her mother turned around. Their eyes met. Her cheeks had flushed a deep red, and she looked like a cute girl blushing. She swallowed hard. Hyun-woo waited for her answer.
"Try it..."
"Tell me right away if it hurts..."
"Yeah... I just stay still...?"
"I'll take care of it."
Her mother turned her gaze away and stared at the TV screen. This is insane. Finally, he was touching his mother's groin. He squeezed gel onto his palm and rubbed it in. He was nervous, steadying his breathing. Even his hands, now accustomed to his mother's buttocks, started trembling again. He slowly extended both hands forward, gently grabbing the fabric of the dolphin pants at the upper thigh, and pushed his thumb into the inner thigh.
"Mmm...!"
So-young threw her head up, lips pressed together, face twisted. Her son's fingers had touched the fold of her groin — the Y-zone. She jerked.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
"Does it hurt...?"
"It's a sensitive area... keep going..."
"Mm... I'll go slow... while watching the video..."
Hyun-woo turned his gaze to the male therapist on screen, but his mind was elsewhere. Nerves concentrated at his fingertips. A warm, soft sensation. Her mother's jerking body transmitted everything fully. Something was about to break through her pants, writhing continuously, struggling to emerge. He nodded toward his mother's place and, very slowly, gently scratched with his fingertips.
"Mmm...! Haa... Mmm...! Haa...!"
Her mother's back arched up, then dropped limply. She responded — even though he'd only moved slightly. Such a sensitive area. She felt it, that strange touch. Maybe because of the gel, it was much smoother. He concentrated on rubbing the fold of her groin.
"How is it...?"
"Mmm...! Haa... Mmm...! Haa..."
So-young couldn't answer. She bowed her head, concentrating all her nerves on the sensation transmitted to her lower body. She reminded herself several times that this shouldn't be happening, but her body didn't listen. Her lips trembled. Against her will, her buttocks rose slightly. Both legs, raised on her son's thighs, slowly spread apart. Her protruding buttocks and groin, the Y-zone visible through the dolphin pants. Her son's hand crossed over. The sound of friction. So-young's voice gradually turned into moans. Something bulged out between Hyun-woo's pants. A strange tension wrapped around them.
"Hyun-woo... stop now... mmm...! Haa... haa..."
"Does it hurt...?"
"It's not that... it's just a little hard... mmm...!"
Her mother's lower body jerked. He wanted to push his hand inside the dolphin pants. Just a little more. Her mother's place. Several times he gently scratched the Y-zone with his fingertips. Her back arched up again, then dropped limply. Leaving regret behind, he pulled back both hands covered in gel.
"Haa... haa..."
"I think I should wipe it..."
"Let's rest a bit, Mom's tired..."
"Yeah, should I get a towel?"
"Please do..."
Her mother's weak voice. He slowly stood up. She was still lying face down. His pants were bulging, but it was fine — as long as she didn't turn around. Maybe she was even hoping for that. Her son's excited state from her body — she'd definitely felt it, in her hand. She felt proud.
She shifted her gaze and looked down. Her mother, legs spread in an indecent pose, buttocks pushed back, messy hair, panting heavily. He turned toward the laundry room and took out a towel. It led to the kitchen. He placed a pitcher of cool water and a mug on a tray and walked out to the living room. His mother, barely calmed down, brushed her hair back. Her pupils were slightly unfocused. He poured a glass of water and handed it to her.
"Drink, Mom."
"Yeah, thank you."
So-young, seemingly embarrassed, avoided eye contact. She suddenly came to her senses. What did I just do? To feel it during a massage. She looked at the TV. The male therapist's blatant touch — he'd turned the lying woman's body to the side, bent her knees, sprayed gel, and rubbed it in with his hands. Her body jerked. Covering her face with both hands, she felt the male therapist's touch on her buttocks and groin.
"Should I do it for you too?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, I'll wipe the sweat and do it, want to lie down?"
"You look really tired..."
"It's fine, it was a promise... Hyun-woo works hard every day too."
"Okay, just massage my thighs."
On the laid-out blanket, her son lay face down in the spot where his mother had been. Her eyes moved around, slowly scanning. He'd grown so much. She felt strange, a lingering feeling. Her son who always seemed young — a few days ago they'd even slept together. Thick thighs. She started massaging as Hyun-woo requested, her warm touch.
"Mmm..."
"Does it hurt?"
"A little... I guess I strained my thigh muscles from exercising... they said it'll recover with time."
"Hehe... you've really grown so much, my son..."
"Suddenly?"
"Yeah, this is the first time I've touched you like this... since you were little."
"I'm disappointed you're only realizing that now... I even threw you a 20th birthday party recently."
"That's right... you learned massage thinking of Mom... and you listen well..."
"Mom's birthday isn't far away, right?"
"Yeah...? Let me check... right, it's next month."
"I took care of my son's birthday but was about to forget Mom's... if you hadn't told me, I would have just let it pass."
"Hehe..."
So-young gave a charming smile. Hyun-woo, who remembered and told her about her birthday, was adorable. There was someone who thought of her like this — and she was having terrible thoughts. Bad woman. Hyun-woo was her son.
"Is there anything you want for your birthday present?"
"Well... I haven't really thought about it..."
"Oh... how boring..."
"You're just saying it suddenly, but are you actually going to give me a present?"
"Yeah, I knew when your birthday was but I didn't know what you like..."
"I'm already happy enough, Hyun-woo."
"Think about it while I massage your legs."
There really wasn't. Words filled with sincerity. Nothing more to wish for. A birthday present. A sudden thought — she hadn't been on a proper trip in years. She'd been on many business trips for work, but she'd been busy. Since last year, she'd had more free time. She'd thought it would be nice to go out for some fresh air sometime — with Hyun-woo. A trip for just the two of them. Her schedule: there was a photoshoot two days after her birthday.
"Phew..."
"Why? Can't think of anything?"
"Forget the present... I was thinking of going out for some fresh air and checked my schedule, but there's a photoshoot... what a shame."
"When is it?"
"Two days after my birthday."
"Then, how about a short trip somewhere not too far? Not on your birthday, but since we're talking about it, how about next week?"
"Near the house? Next week... there's a photoshoot then too... but I think I can adjust the schedule."
"Yeah, for healing, go somewhere with a lake or mountains, take photos, go for walks..."
"A day trip would be tough... 1 night 2 days?"
"I don't mind, Mom."
Everything proceeded smoothly. Mother and son, traveling alone together. 1 night 2 days. The accommodation booking was the son's responsibility. Fortunately, there was a suitable place surrounded by lakes and mountains. Hyun-woo started to feel excited.
"You can stop now, Mom."
"Yeah, I'm tired, I think I need to close my eyes for a bit."
"Rest early... I'll search for accommodation and let you know."
"Okay, I got a good massage today too... come here."
Her son stood up. Her mother kissed his cheek and smiled brightly. He volunteered to clean up, clearing the laid-out blanket and tray. He watched his mother's back as she entered the inner room. He turned off the TV — the video had already ended. The long massage. And the trip plan. He quickly turned his steps and, as soon as he entered the room, sat in a chair. He turned on the computer and searched. Condos and pensions. Since it was a resort area, the facilities were good. He was conflicted about the number of beds in the room. Rather than sleeping separately, it'd be better to sleep together. The floor-to-ceiling window next to the bed led to a terrace. A view of the lake and mountains at a glance. A mini swimming pool. Perfect. Going on a trip with just Mom and sharing one bed. He pulled out something writhing and shook it vigorously.