The Plan
The chat with his aunt continued.
A subject he could never dare speak of. Not to anyone.
She was the one who had approached him first. That was why it felt so good. They clicked perfectly.
If only Mom could understand my heart the same way.
Was there another aunt like this anywhere in the world?
The feeling was complex — distinctly different from what he felt toward his mother. A pure kind of fondness. Her figure rose unbidden in his mind: the Dongtan Look, that tight, glamorous silhouette. And something of his own responding to it. A nephew's cock.
Poor cousin Min-su. Hyun-woo didn't have the bandwidth to spare him a thought.
Now came the next stage — the most important one. He already knew the content. So did his mother. Could he create the right atmosphere? Getting her to bring it up first would be ideal.
Let's think this through.
Hyun-woo stepped out of the house. So-young watched him go with a bitter ache in her chest. Her son's retreating back looked so forlorn. She had managed a bright goodbye, forced a smile as she saw him off. The door closed.
"Huuuh..."
She was exhausted. Better than yesterday, but still. The moment one problem resolved, another took its place. She had looked up videos about erectile dysfunction. At his age, they said, it was usually psychological. There was nothing she could do to help. She couldn't even ask.
Her phone buzzed. A photo from Hyun-woo. She checked it immediately — a sleek, stylish hotel room. Another photo followed right after: a terrace with a sweeping view of lake and river, a small pool, even a spot for sunbathing. A gorgeous condo.
She looked at the room photo. Just as he said — one bed. Her mind had been elsewhere; she hadn't noticed. What did it matter, though? They had slept together just recently.
My sweet boy. Thinking of his mom and telling her in advance.
Or... wait. Had he noticed something? Had it been on his mind too?
No. Don't go there. He's a good boy. Mom's the one who should be sorry.
Tears spilled down So-young's face. Her emotional swings had gotten so much worse. She couldn't forgive herself for having doubted a son this kind.
Maybe that was why she felt it — why he was different from every other man. Hyun-woo loved her completely. Now. Always. From the beginning. A man who would never change.
Hyun-woo, giving nothing away. She hoped things would work out for him. All she could do was sigh.
Like Unnie said — let's wait and see. Get some sleep, too. At this rate I'll collapse.
So-young was drenched in cold sweat, unable to stay still even for a moment. The bedsheets were soaked. The blanket half-kicked aside.
"Haa... haa..."
In the dream, she couldn't move. A hand coiled around her waist. Someone beside her. Panting breath. Something pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She thrashed to get free, tried to scream — but no voice came out.
And then she heard it. A familiar voice.
"Mom... it's me. Hyun-woo."
Her body went free. She turned. Hyun-woo's face, smiling brightly. All the strength drained out of her. He drew closer. A tongue pressing in. She couldn't move.
This is wrong. I can't let this happen.
A hand seized her breast. And then — between her legs — her son's cock. Hot. Hard. Thick.
If something like that went inside me... I might lose my mind. I have to stop. But my body won't listen.
"I'm putting it in, Mom..."
She screamed desperately, but no sound came. A pain that stole her breath. Hyun-woo's cock pushing into her. Penetration. Into her pussy.
Then the wet friction. The creaking bed. The vibration. Hyun-woo's gentle hands. Tangled tongues. Kissing her son. And fucking him.
It feels too good. I'm going to go crazy. He's my son. Why? Not some other man — him. I like it. Deeper. Put it in deeper. I want to cry out. This is a dream, right? Then it doesn't matter. I like it. I like it so much.
"Mom...! Mom...!"
Hyun-woo working his hips. Rough breathing.
I'm your mom. Does it feel that good? It feels good for me too. My son's cock.
"Huk!!"
So-young jolted awake, bolting upright. Eyes wide and round. Sweat rolling down her forehead. She looked around wildly. No one there.
"Haa... haa... What the hell was that..."
The rumpled bed. The blanket. Sheets marked with unmistakable wet stains. Her gaze dropped — between her legs — and her eyes snapped away as if she'd seen something she shouldn't.
The clock. Already evening. She had slept since morning. This again. Why did this keep happening? Hyun-woo. In her dream. She must be losing her mind. Should she see a psychiatrist?
I'm wet. Down there. You fucking bitch. Not Unnie — me. I'm the fucking bitch. The slut who's gone crazy wanting to devour her own son. How could I have a dream like that? Am I even sane? Hyun-woo is already struggling enough. Why the hell...
"Mom?"
A knock. Hyun-woo's voice. So-young scrambled up, yanked open the blinds, cracked a window, smoothed her hair, checked the mirror. Her lips were bone-dry — she dabbed on a little tint. Steady the breathing. Like a woman getting ready to meet her boyfriend. Check the expression. Force a smile. Stand at the door.
Hyun-woo was on the other side. Her heart hammered. Her hands trembled. She barely managed to open it.
"Ah... when did you get back?"
"A while ago... You looked like you were sleeping, so I left you alone."
"Mm. Did you meet your friend okay?"
"Had lunch, talked a bit, then came home."
"Good... We should eat dinner."
"Are you okay, Mom?"
"Do I look strange?"
"Not at all. You actually look like you've got some color back... in your face."
"I just haven't been sleeping..."
"Then don't push yourself. Rest a little more... I'll make kimchi fried rice."
"No, you must be tired too."
She started to step out past him. Her son blocked the way, with no intention of backing down.
"I'll do it. Rest one more day."
"...Thank you."
"Skip the massage too. Your condition comes first, Mom."
He headed for the kitchen. She watched his back with a soft, aching look, then sat in a chair and waited. The smell of frying kimchi filled the air. Hyun-woo came in carrying a single-person tray, water, and a fried egg.
"You're not eating?"
"I made mine too. Don't worry about it."
"Then eat with me."
"I said I'm fine... Eat and get some more sleep. Until tomorrow morning if you can."
"I need to pack."
"Yeah. That's why I'm telling you to rest... Only two days left."
"I'll push through. Thank you, Hyun-woo... Come here."
She called him over and pulled him into a tight hug, patting his back. The boy she could put in her eye and it still wouldn't hurt. She kissed his cheek. His ears went a little red.
This kid's a man too, after all.
"Sleep well."
"You too, Mom."
He closed the door for her. Her eyes lingered on the doorway where he had disappeared — for a long time. Finally she picked up her spoon and ate.
It was delicious. When had he grown this much? Taking care of her like this. She had no choice but to admit it. Twice now. Sex with Hyun-woo in her dreams. She liked him. Hyun-woo. As a man. There was no other explanation for it.
I just need to pull myself together. It'll pass soon. Like nothing ever happened. Get a grip. Right. Ordinary mother and son. For the rest of our lives. Looking after each other. Happily.
......
......
If I do that... will I really be happy? Can I... actually do that?
It doesn't matter. As long as Hyun-woo is happy.
A sudden buzz. Her phone. A message from her sister.
Annoying, but someone she could lean on. Her sister. So-jin.
Right. I need to pull myself together. Hyun-woo even cooked for me.
It was delicious. She wolfed it down and emptied the whole bowl before she knew it. Drank some water. Stood by the window and called her sister.
"Finished eating?"
"Yeah. He's a good cook too... Hyun-woo."
"Hehe... Look at you, all gooey. What son in this day and age cooks for his mom?"
"I know... He's such a good boy."
"Hyun-woo didn't say anything?"
"He went out for a bit this morning and came back... I couldn't bring myself to ask."
"Huuuh... I'm worried about him too."
"I wonder how it went."
"Who knows. Not like we can just ask."
"Unnie."
"Yeah?"
"I just thought of something... In two days I'm going on a trip with Hyun-woo. One night, two days."
"And?"
"Like last time... could I ask you for a favor?"
"Look at this girl... Snooping through your son's computer again?"
"He writes it like a diary, right... If I just check that, it should be enough."
"Hmm... Fine. It's my little sister asking. I'll do it."
"Thank you. If you ever need a favor later, just say so."
She knew she shouldn't. But she wanted to know. How things had gone. She hoped it wasn't serious. She wanted him to date a girlfriend. Live like everyone else, Hyun-woo. If that could just happen — Mom would help. With anything.
"So-young."
"Yeah."
"Did you get a massage today?"
"No. Hyun-woo told me not to."
"That settles it, then."
"Yeah. At least when it comes to Hyun-woo—"
The trailing weight of So-young's words hung in the air. So-jin caught it. Silence stretched between them.
"Go heal a little. Take some pictures too."
"That's the plan."
"Are you packing lube?"
"...I don't know. Not sure where it is."
"Tell Hyun-woo. Have him bring the lube."
"Why?"
"For you."
"...Unnie."
"You said to ask for anything, right? Live for yourself, So-young."
"I can't."
"Hyun-woo will be fine... But you won't."
"It doesn't matter."
"This is your unnie asking. I know your heart better than anyone."
"...I'll think about it."
"Good. Hang in there... And have a lovely little trip alone with your son."
Her heart was pounding. Yes — alone with Hyun-woo. A place no one else could interrupt. Memories. Just the two of them.