The Plan

So-jin pulls her car up in front of the house.

She watches the video she filmed in So-young's bedroom.

Hyun-woo's starved gaze. Herself whispering into his ear beside him. His hands roaming over his mother's breasts and pussy.

"Haa...! Haa...!"

So-jin spreads her legs. A hand slips between the black panties. The wet, squelching friction. Her crop top half-peeled away. Breasts spilling free. Nipples stiff and jutting. Sweat trickling down.

Her whole body shudders with pleasure.

"Nnngh...! Ahhng!!"

So-jin's body locks up right there in the seat. Breath catches hard in her throat. She forces her breathing steady again.

She brings the fingers that just plunged in and out of her pussy up before her eyes. Thick fluid stretches in a long, sticky strand. She licks it off with her tongue.

The heat flooding her body refuses to cool.

She gets out of the car and heads inside.

A human shape. Someone mercilessly pinning another body down.

Naked. The one receiving it—another person. A woman. So-young.

The shadows lift. Faces come into sharp focus. The man straddling her belly. That man is Hyun-woo.

"No... Hyun-woo... nnngh..."

Sleep-talk. Her lower body twists and writhes. The wet stain is vivid right there—her pussy. She tosses. Hair tangled. Both arms thrash through empty air, straining to shove the man off her stomach.

Useless. Hyun-woo's hips slam down. His cock drives deep. So-young's ass jerks up. Toes curl and twist.

"Aaaah...! Nngh-hhh...! No...! Hhk... nnnn..."

Groans of pain. Moans. Sobs. Eyes squeezed shut. Fluid spilling—tears. Her arms lock around him, fingers laced, clinging to Hyun-woo's back as he pounds hard. Legs forced wide.

"Hhk... nngh... aah..."

The blanket half-kicked away. So-young's body never still for a second.

A nightmare.

Her vision clears. So-young's pupils. The familiar ceiling. She is awake.

She bolts upright. Scans the room. No one. Cold sweat. The door shut tight.

"Crazy bitch..."

A mutter to herself. The image of her son from the dream. Stark naked. She had been naked too. Sex. It had not been real. Only a dream—yet the memory is vivid.

Fierce thirst. She wants to go out and drink water, but she is afraid. The feeling that someone might be standing right outside the door. Hyun-woo. She gives up. Lies back down. Closes her eyes.

Sleep will not come. The dream keeps rising. The harder she tries to shake it off, the clearer it becomes. Hyun-woo's face.

Why is this happening? Have I really gone insane? He's my son. Hyun-woo is.

Her sister's words. The way he looks at me. No. It can't be. That he wants to do it with Min-su? A mother with her own son. Fucking bitch. Saying useless shit like that. Making me dream this.

What parent in the world has sex with their child? It was just the alcohol talking. She could never do it sober. Hyun-woo wouldn't either.

His sudden change in attitude. It felt good. Happy. If only he could stay that good son forever. No. Absolutely not. I can't do that with Hyun-woo. I have to get a grip. Lee So-young. Crazy bitch.

Hyun-woo, you're the same, right? I'm your mother. You can't look at me like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that. Why are you touching me there. What are you trying to do. Do you want to do it with me? I'm your mother.

What if Hyun-woo actually says something like that? I don't know. If I say no—what happens to Hyun-woo? I don't care about myself. Without him I never would have survived this long. Why are you making this so hard. Bastard. Fucking piece of shit. Lunatic. I'm your mother. You're my son.

Yes. It can't be. Not Hyun-woo. Not me. No. Absolutely not.

"Haa... haa..."

So-young opens her eyes. Sits bolt upright. Stares at the closed door. Afraid. Afraid someone is standing there. Hyun-woo. He's my son. This isn't right.

She slowly sets her feet on the floor outside the bed. Pushes tangled hair back. Throat burning. Lips dry. Clothes soaked through with sweat.

Eleven at night. An awkward hour. Is he asleep? Hyun-woo. And my sister? We drank together. Did she go home?

She loses her words for a moment. They're a married couple, so of course they can. Stay calm.

A lie. She remembers. She said it clearly. That she wanted to have sex with her son, Min-su. The massive shock of her sister's confession.

She saw it. Right before she could shut the phone off. Her sister spitting out the words she absolutely should not say—again. Why is she doing this. To me.

Another shock. Words tossed out so casually. Her sister batting them right back. Watching it with her husband? A son touching his sleeping mother's breasts and pussy?

She turns the phone off. Lies down on the bed. Throat still burning. She wants water. Her sister is no help at all. She closes her eyes. Tries hard to sleep. Someone keeps circling in her head. Hyun-woo from the dream. She tosses and turns. All night long.

Exhaustion is written all over her face. So-young. The moment she steps out of the building she calls her sister.

They head to a café. A corner table. She has not slept a wink. Exhausted. Body heavy. Feels like she has a fever. She has been moving since early morning—while Hyun-woo was still asleep. Laundry. Breakfast prep. She could not look him in the face. When he asked if something was wrong—her own son—she brushed it off as feeling under the weather. The worried way he looked at her. She did not want to see it. Maybe she was afraid. When she goes home she will have to face him again. She cannot avoid him forever. That is why she called her sister.

"Something on your mind?"

"Ah... Sis, sit."

So-jin takes the seat across from her. Smiling brightly. Infuriating. Why say those things and turn my insides upside down. And now she is smiling?

"You don't look great."

"Yeah. Because of you."

"Hehe... should we move seats?"

"Talk in the car. I can't do it here."

"Okay, go ahead... you're still getting coffee, right?"

So-young leaves the table. Her sister looks so full of life, like something wonderful is happening. She waits outside. So-jin comes out soon after. They get in the car. So-young barely sips her drink, just staring at her sister.

"Is this about what I said while we were drinking last night?"

"Yeah. Thanks to that I couldn't even look Hyun-woo in the face properly."

"It doesn't have to go that far."

"He showed up in my dream."

"Hyun-woo?"

"Yeah. I couldn't move... I wanted to get away but he kept..."

"What did he do?"

"Sex."

So-jin bursts out laughing. A bright, ringing laugh. So-young's face turns sulky. She resents her sister. Is it that funny?

"Is it funny?"

"I thought it was something else... it's just a dream, So-young."

"You're the one who brought up useless crap, so it keeps coming back."

"Must've felt really good, huh? Did Hyun-woo treat you well?"

"Don't ask that. You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Ever since you came over yesterday something felt off... your clothes were slutty too..."

"I told you, I want to seduce Hyun-woo."

"Are you serious?"

"Joke."

"Sis! Have you been drinking?"

"No, I'm sober?"

"Say it straight."

"I want to have sex with Min-su. The Hyun-woo part was a joke."

"You fucking bitch..."

"Look at this girl? Calling your big sister a fucking bitch?"

"I'm sober too. I called you a fucking bitch yesterday."

"Ah, so the swearing was sincere?"

"Yeah."

"There was more than that..."

She had felt it under Hyun-woo's hands. Said it while drunk. She remembers. This was not the conversation she wanted to have with her sister. Yet somehow she is being pulled in.

"I remember. You said you felt it."

"Hehe... were you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my... look at her, she's changed?"

"You're the one who made me like this."

"Is it hard?"

"So hard I feel like I'm dying."

"Can't even look at Hyun-woo's face?"

"Yeah. I'm going out of my mind."

"Same here."

"You too?"

"Yeah. I said I want to have sex with Min-su... he won't even look at me."

"You want it that badly? He's your son."

"You made me this way... want me to say it again? The way Hyun-woo looks at you... it was exactly the same as him."

"You said you watched porn."

"Yeah. Son touching his sleeping mom's tits and pussy."

"I already know without you spelling it out... we texted."

"Hehe... figured you'd pretend not to know."

"You're both insane, you and brother-in-law."

"You'll get there faster than me."

"Stop it."

"Don't wanna? I think you'll fuck Hyun-woo first."

"Sis!"

So-young snaps, voice rising. So-jin just smirks. Silence fills the car. Eyes bloodshot. Tears drip one after another. Suddenly her sister opens both arms and pulls her into a hug. Rubs her back.

"Let go."

"No."

"Why are you doing this to me..."

"Because I'm jealous."

"To the end... Sis, I'm starting to hate you."

"I like you even more now."

"Don't. Please..."

"Just cry. You said it was hard... there's no one else you can talk to about this."

She sobs hard. Just like her sister said. The only person who will take it. A worry she can tell no one else. Feeling her own son as a man. She has become aware of it. The gaze she cannot meet. Afraid something terrible will happen.

"So-young."

"......"

"You can't keep going like this... when you get home, check."

So-young lifts her head. Stares straight at her sister's face. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠She does not understand.

"What I said... and what you felt... those are just circumstances... you never even asked Hyun-woo."

"How am I supposed to ask..."

"I don't mean ask him. I mean check."

"If you say anything weird again I'm getting out of this car."

"Hehe... you're really sulking hard. There's a way to check without asking Hyun-woo."

"I don't want to hear it."

"I'll do it."

"Do what."

"You just call Hyun-woo out for a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meal or something. I'll check and tell you."

"I asked what."

"I'll check Hyun-woo's room."

"How does that confirm anything."

"Obvious, right... might fail, but if I look at his computer I'll know right away."

"Hyun-woo's computer?"

"Yeah. Check the history of what he's been looking at lately... you know... he watches porn too."

"What if it's real..."

"That's why I'm checking... if you do it something bad might actually happen... so what do you want to do?"

"I don't know... only negative thoughts keep coming up..."

"Trust me."

"If not you, who else could I even tell this to."

"Then trust me just this once... it might not be true."

"Then why did you say those things."

"I'm sorry."

"......"

"I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠admit I got excited and said weird stuff to you... I hope it's not Hyun-woo."

"Sis..."

"I can't do it either. It's just imagination... actually doing it is a whole different dimension."

"From now on... promise you won't say things like that."

"Okay, I won't... now your turn... what do we do?"

"Check for me."

"Hehe... you seem a little calmer now... think you can look at Hyun-woo's face?"

"I'll try... it won't be true... both of us... we just thought wrong..."

So-jin smiles to herself. She has her little sister's heart completely in her hands. She will gather the evidence. The result is obvious. Hyun-woo's computer will be full of desire for his mother. When to use it is So-jin's choice. When So-young can fully accept him as a man. Not now. When the time comes. And then mother and son having sex. Cock tempered by his aunt's pussy. Powerful, driving thrusts.