The Plan
He texts his aunt. Reports what happened that evening. A reply comes right away.
She has a point. The massage had only been possible because it was just the two of them — mother and son. He had been the one to suggest watching the massage video first. She must have been a little suspicious. It was far too sensitive a place for a simple massage.
Would she hold that same pose in front of her sister?
Would his mother?
Nothing particular comes to mind. His notes app is packed tight with plans. Once she gets used to the groin massage… the next step is showing her his cock. The hardest hurdle of all — a difficulty level that makes everything so far look easy.
An ordinary mother would recoil in disgust and fly into a rage. But his mother, as she is now… maybe it would be different. He has no idea what to expect. Would she shut him down cold? Or…
He has to admit — it's ridiculous. What kind of son writes out a plan in his notes for seducing his own mother? Of course his aunt finds it funny. But she's helping him, so he might as well tell her. He can also gauge how another woman would see it.
Nephew and younger sister. Why is she helping this much? She had said she wanted to watch — mother and son having sex. Is that all it is?
His aunt's sudden proposal. He's not surprised. He'd been half expecting it. Every time they texted, the dirty talk flew back and forth — and she clearly enjoyed it.
He pulls his hard cock free. Slowly strokes it. Keeps his eyes locked on the phone.
Aunt and nephew keep the conversation going. Nonstop dirty talk. Completely addicted to incest. He shoots a clean load, imagining his aunt's pussy.
He lays out every plan. His aunt, who offered to train him. Who's offering her pussy to her nephew. They haven't set a date to fuck yet — but now he has no choice but to trust her.
By pure chance, he met someone who genuinely gets off on incest itself. And she's his aunt. Is there another guy on earth as lucky as him?
The night grows deep.
His mother is preparing dinner. Her son slips up behind her. A back hug. He pulls her in tight. This morning. At lunch. This makes three. He's consistent.
"You're home early. It's going to take a while still."
"Anything I can help with?"
"Hehe… If you're bored, go watch TV in the living room… Your aunt will be here soon."
"Okay. What's for dinner?"
"It's a secret."
The smell of bulgogi. The side dishes have been on another level lately. She's putting in special effort. For him.
His aunt will be here soon — planning to talk his mother into a drink and sound out what's really going on inside her head. What will come spilling out? He wishes time would hurry up.
The moment he sits on the couch, his phone buzzes. A text from his aunt. She's sent a photo.
A red skirt. A crop top. Her navel fully on display. She's wearing stockings, too. Panties peeking out just slightly — black, a sharp contrast against the skirt. Like she wants someone to show off for.
He waits. Thirty minutes pass. His aunt arrives right as dinner finishes coming together. He goes out to meet her.
"You made it?"
"Yeah. Where's your mom?"
"Setting the table. She should be done by now."
"Hehe… Your aunt's starving too. Let's go."
She slips past him sideways and deliberately bumps his crotch. He turns to look. She keeps walking — and winks. Hyun-woo follows her in.
They step into the kitchen. The smell of good food. They take their seats.
"Hey, you've got wine, right? Pour us each a glass."
"Drinking at this hour?"
"It's dinner. Hyun-woo can have one too."
Without any real suspicion, his mother sets out the wine glasses and pours one for each of them. Laughter and chatter fill the room without a break. They're full. His aunt is the last to set down her chopsticks. She stands and announces she'll do the dishes.
"You raised one hell of a son."
"Hehe… Right?"
His mother smiles bashfully. His aunt's mouth curves into a slow, knowing smile. Good atmosphere. She hurries through a rough job of the dishes and heads out to the living room.
His mother's gaze is pointed somewhere. At her sister's short skirt. It really is hard to miss. The two women, apparently unaware of anyone nearby, whisper to each other.
"You're going to get a massage dressed like that? Unnie, are you insane?"
"Is it slutty?"
"You're seriously asking? Hyun-woo is a guy."
"Oh, I didn't realize… That."
His mother turns around. She notices her son approaching and looks a little flustered.
"What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing. It's nothing."
"I finished the dishes."
"Mm… Want some fruit?"
"Sure."
His mother hastily leaves her seat. His aunt pats the empty spot with her hand. He sits beside her.
"What did Mom say?"
"Yeah, well — I put some effort into the outfit. Wore what you told me to."
"It's pretty bold. I didn't expect the stockings."
"Hehe… Turned on?"
"A little."
"Where's the lube?"
"I left it in my room."
"Go get it, then… Your aunt's going first."
"Mom's vibe seemed off, though?"
"Doesn't matter. I'll handle it. You just bring the lube."
"Okay. Give me a second."
He stands. His mother is walking out of the kitchen carrying a tray. He passes her and goes into his room, comes back out with the lube. The two of them are chatting. His mother has claimed the seat he was in a moment ago. She's very much aware. He has no choice but to sit off to the side in the corner. He sits quietly and listens. Nothing of real substance. His aunt keeps fussing that her arms and legs ache, working the angle.
"Hyun-woo, can I ask you for one favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
His mother whispers urgently in his aunt's ear. Trying to stop her. His aunt doesn't care in the slightest. She turns her gaze away. His mother makes a sulky face.
"My arms and legs are so stiff… Last time the massage felt amazing. Can you do it again?"
"Okay. I'll grab the blanket."
He doesn't look at his mother. He can feel her eyes on him. He pulls out the blanket they use for massages. His hands are trembling a little. He's about to touch his aunt's body in front of his mother. How will she react? He's curious. He is too. The water's already spilled. He heads back out to the living room, where the two women are waiting.