The Plan
His mother’s soft skin.
The stimulation is intense.
Something twitches hard enough to punch through his pants.
Aunt watches him.
The corners of her mouth curl up, slow and sly.
It is maddening.
He steps into his mother’s bedroom.
Gently lifts the blanket a little.
Carefully.
Settles her neatly on the bed.
Aunt draws close again and whispers into his ear.
“Looking at So-young all drunk like this… what are you thinking…?”
“She’s beautiful…”
“You just going to walk out…?”
“With Aunt right here, what am I supposed to do…”
“It’s a perfect chance… Didn’t you say you wanted to fuck So-young’s pussy…? Show me. Show me how you really feel…”
“What do you want me to do, Aunt…”
“Touch her… Touch your mom’s body…”
Aunt pulls out her phone.
She frames So-young lying there completely defenseless.
Opens the camera app.
Hits record.
Hyun-woo’s face.
The thick bulge straining between his legs.
“You’re… actually filming this?”
“Yeah. Gonna show your uncle.”
“Are you crazy?”
“He already gave us permission to fuck. Your uncle’s into incest too, you know? He’ll love this.”
“Even so…”
“Don’t worry… I won’t show anyone else but him…”
Aunt’s sudden move.
Hyun-woo’s face freezes in panic.
If Aunt ever turns on them…
If this gets out…
The family is finished.
A famous influencer.
Plenty of people would recognize her.
She has him by the throat now.
Just the footage already shot is enough to destroy them with misunderstanding.
A son standing over his sprawled mother with a raging hard-on.
A strange feeling rises.
Fear so sharp cold sweat breaks out.
Then it vanishes.
Replaced by pure heat.
“Haa… haa…”
“Don’t you want to touch Mom’s body…?”
“Aunt… you absolutely cannot show this to anyone else…”
“Mm… just a little peek for my husband with the smaller cock…”
Aunt winks.
She presses right up against her nephew.
Soft skin.
And that relentless stimulation.
Hyun-woo’s trembling hand.
She catches it and guides it somewhere.
They sit side by side on the edge of the bed.
“Even a woman can see how pretty she is… your mom…”
“What should I do…?”
“What’s in your heart…?”
“I can’t think at all… it doesn’t feel real…”
“Mom is… lying right there on the bed… passed out drunk… Touch her…”
Hyun-woo swallows hard.
He looks down at his mother’s dazzling body.
Plain tee and slacks.
Ordinary clothes.
When they were alone she always wore something a little revealing in the evenings.
Lately especially—dolphin shorts and string camisoles.
She had been conscious of Aunt.
What had she been trying so hard to hide?
She had even refused the massage he offered.
That body he had wanted to touch for so long.
He had already massaged her ass and between her thighs.
His shaking hand reaches forward.
It passes over the face of his mother sleeping with soft little snoring breaths.
A shadow.
He gently strokes her flushed cheek.
“I’m jealous… that’s all you’re going to do?”
“Having a useless son like me… I’ve only ever made Mom suffer…”
“So you’re not going to touch her?”
“No… I’m going to touch her now… I’m just apologizing first…”
Hyun-woo slowly draws the hand that was stroking her cheek downward.
Aunt is filming.
Recording.
Lower and lower.
The soft swell of her breasts rising under the plain tee.
Hyun-woo’s hand stops.
Very slowly.
Finally it makes contact.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Good boy. That’s how you do it… It’s hard when it’s real, isn’t it…?”
“Yes… it’s nothing like giving a massage…”
“Right… that heart you’ve been hiding… If So-young wakes up even a little, you’re caught instantly…”
“Her breasts… they’re so soft, Aunt…”
“Hehe… think of it as practice… When you finally fuck So-young’s pussy you’ll need to play with her tits too…”
Hyun-woo cannot close his palm.
He is terrified she will wake.
Just like Aunt said—if Mom discovers this, everything ends.
The dark desire he has kept buried.
The filthy hunger for his mother.
Of course he loves her with all his heart.
He wants to own her.
Everything of the woman sleeping right in front of him.
Slowly.
He gathers his courage and cups his palm.
His mother’s soft breast fills his son’s hand.
He opens it.
Closes it again.
Feeling carefully.
Mom is deep in sleep.
“You’re doing great, groping Mom’s tits so openly like that…”
“Isn’t this the scene you wanted, Aunt…?”
“Exactly. I have to show your uncle… He’s probably waiting even if he doesn’t say it…”
“If this video ever gets out… Mom’s life and mine are over…”
“Hehe… so Aunt’s holding your leash, huh?”
“But… it turns me on.”
“I get it… Especially since it’s incest… A famous woman everyone knows… and her own son is touching her…”
“Haa…! Haa…!”
Hyun-woo shifts his gaze.
He slowly rakes his eyes from the top of Mom’s head all the way down.
That dazzling body.
Beautiful.
A woman he wants to hold.
His hand still on her breast.
A scene he had only ever dreamed of.
“You gonna stop at just her tits…?”
“I’m shaking so hard, Aunt… She’s out cold so she probably won’t wake… but still…”
“Hehe… You’re a man too, Hyun-woo… Be confident… Where do you want to touch most…?”
“…You already know, Aunt.”
“Right. Mom’s pussy… It’d be better if we stripped her… but for now, want to feel it through the clothes…?”
Hyun-woo starts moving his other hand.
It trembles violently.
Everything is captured on the phone screen.
A son touching his mother’s body.
Past her breasts, down to her slim waist.
Then lower, little by little.
The place a son must never touch.
His hand hovers above it, shaking.
Very slowly.
Teasingly slow.
Even Aunt watching feels impatient.
Contact.
Mom’s pussy.
Even through the clothes.
“Haa…! Haa…! Aunt, I’m touching it…”
“Yes… that’s So-young’s pussy… Remember it well… That’s where your huge cock is going to go…”
“Yes… I can feel the heat…”
“Hehe… I’ve talked with her a lot, you know… I deliberately tried to get her worked up…”
“How did she react…?”
“Well… if we stripped her we’d know for sure… but I’d bet she’s wet…”
“I’m going crazy… I want to put it in there…”
“Say it properly, Hyun-woo… Looking at the phone… Mm? Pretend your uncle is watching…”
Hyun-woo turns his head.
He stares into Aunt’s phone.
Bloodshot eyes.
Flushed face.
Ragged breathing.
Hands on breast and pussy.
Everything is written there.
“I want to do it with Mom…”
“Do what…?”
“Sex. I want to shove my cock into Mom’s pussy… I want to fuck So-young…!”
“Good boy, Hyun-woo… Your uncle will understand that feeling… I do too…”
So-jin stops recording.
She steps up behind Hyun-woo, who is dripping sweat while still groping his mother’s body.
Embraces him.
Slowly pulls him backward.
The hands on breast and pussy fall away.
They leave the bedroom.
“Haa… haa…”
“Wipe that sweat first.”
“Yes… thank you, Aunt.”
Aunt hands him a towel.
She closes the master bedroom door.
An enormous experience.
Hyun-woo’s hands are still trembling.
He wipes the sweat streaming down.
Barely manages to collect himself.
Everything had gone black.
He could barely see.
“Do you smoke?”
“If you’re offering to smoke with me.”
Aunt steps outside the house.
He follows.
They walk in silence.
Sit side by side on a bench.
She hands him a cigarette.
He lights up.
“When you’re tense or worried, a smoke helps.”
“Yeah… I was shaking like crazy.”
“Hehe… thanks to you I got a great show. I was shaking right along with you.”
“You too, Aunt?”
“Mm. There’s always that ‘what if’… It’s a scene I wanted to see, but if So-young woke up it would all turn to nothing.”
“Same as me, then.”
“Well, we had our fun, so it’s fine… Like I said, I’ll only show your uncle a little peek… Don’t worry.”
“Yes… there’s no going back now… I have to trust you.”
“Give me your hand.”
Aunt snatches her nephew’s hand.
Guides it somewhere.
A soft, full sensation.
She presses it against her own breast.
“Aunt…”
“Touch. It’s okay.”
“So soft… so squishy…”
“Yeah. That’s a woman’s breast… Think of it as practice.”
Aunt tugs the crop top aside a little.
Her nephew’s hand slips inside.
He starts fondling bare skin.
She twitches.
Responds to his touch.
Confidence builds.
He kneads more firmly.
“Ow… don’t grab so hard… that hurts.”
“Ah, sorry… I can’t control my strength yet.”
“Hehe… if you do that when you have sex with Mom the mood will die… Now you know why I wanted us to go first, right?”
“Yes. I’ll work hard… so Mom can be satisfied.”
“How can you be this handsome… I’m jealous of So-young. If only you were my son…”
“You have Min-su hyung…”
“That kid… haa… never mind. Let’s drop Min-su.”
So-jin’s face twists.
Min-su who never even looks at her.
Maybe that is why she clings to Hyun-woo.
She had promised to help.
Had suggested they fuck before he takes So-young.
She had wanted that.
Jealous of her sister.
At least for the first time.
“Are you thinking of seducing him?”
“Min-su?”
“Yes. Honestly, Aunt, your body and face are more than good enough… If you do to him what you did to me…”
“Would he fall for it? That blunt little bastard.”
“You’ll never know until you try.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You’re being careful for once, Aunt. Who knows? He might end up saying your pussy feels so good he wants it every day.”
“Hehe… look at you getting bold.”
“I just felt up my sleeping mom’s tits and pussy… You’re going to act surprised now?”
“Good. I like that… I’ll keep what you said in mind.”
“Do you wear revealing clothes at home too?”
“I don’t really put thought into it.”
“Then start putting some thought into it… like when you come over to our place.”
“What kind of clothes do you want me to wear?”
“If I tell you, will you wear them?”
“I already wore what you wanted today, didn’t I…”
“Hmm… how about dolphin shorts?”
“At my age…?”
“No one will suspect anything, and they’re comfortable… plus lots of skin.”
“I don’t have any. When was the last time I even wore those…”
“Buy a pair.”
Hyun-woo pushes gently but firmly.
He is showing interest in Aunt.
She has already confessed she wants to do it with her own son.
Mother-son incest.
Just now he crossed the line.
Mom never noticed.
Even through clothes, he touched her breasts and pussy.
If she had woken, he would have had no choice but to take her.
Or leave the house forever.
Knowing that, the son still touched her.
And Aunt, who understands him perfectly.
She is steeped in incest herself.
They share that.
A desire to help her has taken root.
Sex with her son.
“…All right. I’ll order some.”
“And report to me on KakaoTalk.”
“Report what?”
“How Min-su hyung reacts when he sees Aunt in dolphin shorts.”
“Hehe… okay. I’ll do that.”
“Promise?”
The nephew squeezes Aunt’s breast.
Kneads a few times, then pulls his hand back.
Aunt’s face is flushed.
Her breathing rough.
“Yeah. I promise… I should head home now.”
“You drove, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll walk you. Let’s go together.”
The two of them stand.
They walk.
So-jin keeps glancing at him from the side.
In the nephew who just put his hands on his own mother, she feels a man.