The Plan
Inside the moving car, Hyun-woo steals a glance at his mother behind the wheel. She's humming a little tune, her spirits clearly lifted. She's been like this since morning.
Outside, the scenery of a quiet country road. Not much farther to go. The scent of the countryside—trees and grass. What will happen next? Half anticipation, half worry.
"You managed to borrow Auntie's car pretty well."
"Hehe... I could buy one, but it seems like a waste."
Auntie's car. Their finances were comfortable enough, yet she never bothered buying one for fear of an accident. Maybe he should get his license. He could drive Mom around instead of her taking taxis every day. A used car, at least, was well within what he'd saved.
"Just so you know ahead of time—you don't have to get your license yet."
"Hah... are we telepathic or something?"
"It's obvious... you were thinking of getting your license so you could drive Mom to work, weren't you?"
"Caught me... I can never win against you, Mom."
"Oh, right... the swimsuits?"
"I packed them."
"Good. Looking at the photos, there's a little pool... It's been ages since we went anywhere. We should enjoy ourselves to the fullest."
The swimsuits were in the trunk. He'd ordered them in a rush; they'd arrived that morning. Which meant Mom had prepared, too. His heart pounded. Was it the same swimsuit from the recent photo shoot? The one with the round cutouts at the chest and along the sides of the waist. To see it right in front of him... would he be able to hold back? He couldn't get hard. He'd already jerked off twice in the bathroom, just in case. The whole plan could fall apart otherwise.
They pull into the condo entrance. The car stops in the parking lot. He gets out first, opens the trunk, and hauls out the bags—both hands full.
"Give me one of those, Mom."
"It's fine, we're already here... You lead the way."
Mom has a straw hat pressed down on her head, sunglasses on top of that. Every inch the influencer. Her outfit, too—a floral-print dress that doesn't cling tightly, yet still shows off a sexy rear view. That lifted, rounded ass is fully exposed to his gaze. He can't look away. Something stirs in response. He has to hold on. Until the moment comes.
At the front desk they confirm the reservation and get directions. In the elevator he sets the bags down for a moment.
"This place is pretty fancy."
"Yeah, a little expensive, but... better facilities than the nearby condos or pensions, and it was newly built."
"Good call. We don't have to worry about money anymore."
"I say it all the time, but... you've worked hard, Mom."
"Coming all the way here just to say that... Let's get off."
The elevator doors open onto a wide corridor with sleek interiors, even framed art on the walls. They walk. The room at the very end of the hall—their suite for the day. He slots in the key and they step inside.
"Wow..."
Mom's soft gasp of wonder makes his shoulders lift with pride. Nice choice, right? An open living room, floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading out to the terrace. A small pool and chairs for sunbathing. Lake and mountains beyond. He sets the bags on the floor and stretches. Not far from home—just a little over an hour.
"Tired? You can take a nap if you want."
"Hehe... We came all this way to play, not to nap... The view outside is gorgeous."
"It really is... Want to go out?"
"Yeah, Mom."
They pass through the glass doors into an outdoor vista that opens the chest just looking at it. Lake. Mountains. Side by side with Mom.
"Haa... This is nice."
"We should've come sooner."
"Let's come often from now on."
"Yeah. Next time, how about the ocean?"
"Sounds good. I'll clear my schedule."
It was a joke—yet Mom always put him first. Guilt wells up. What am I even doing right now? By any measure it's a crime against nature. Planning to touch his own mother. Laying out a whole scheme. Is this really okay? But... he wants her. Everything about the woman standing beside him. He'd already decided. After long deliberation, this was the only way left.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Just... it feels like a dream. You never got to rest properly because of work all this time... Mom."
"Hehe... You know what?"
"What?"
"There were quite a few men who approached me like that."
"Huh?"
"But... what they wanted was always the same..."
"Mom..."
"You said it yourself... Mom, you're beautiful..."
"Yeah."
"They'd try something once... and if it didn't go their way, they'd get angry... and leave."
"......"
"But Hyun-woo... my son... you don't do that."
"Because I'm your son..."
"That's right. My son... Hyun-woo... knowing you're my child... I can't tell you how happy that makes me..."
"You're making the mood weird..."
Mom opens her arms wide, smiling brightly. No time to think. She pulls him into a tight embrace. Chest. Belly. Pressed flush together. Something reacts. He eases his hips back a fraction. In that instant, the hands wrapped around his back slide lower and lower—until they cup her son's ass and pull him in.
Oh no. This is bad. He's reacting. His cock. She can feel it. Against Mom's crotch. Haa... haa... He can't control it.
"Hyun-woo, look at Mom's eyes."
"Mm..."
"Yes. You're so handsome."
"Why so suddenly... You only think that because I'm your son."
"No. You're truly handsome... And Mom's pretty too, right..."
Something hot. It touched. She felt it clearly. Hyun-woo's... cock. He's healthy. It came out nicely. Of course it did. He's twenty now. What a relief. She feels reassured.
"Can't breathe..."
"Just a little longer... stay like this a little longer..."
Tremors run through Hyun-woo's body. Blood rushes to his lower half. His cock twitches against Mom's crotch. With trembling hands he wraps her slender waist. Mom's hands. And her son's. Both of them wearing happy faces.
"Shall we... swim?"
"Here? It's a pool, but... I don't think we can really swim in it."
"Hehe... Just for the mood... Mom goes to the pool regularly, so I'll teach you."
"Alright. I'll change first and come out."
"Okay. I'll enjoy the view, so take your time changing and come out."
Hyun-woo leans his upper body forward a little and shuffles awkwardly back into the room. So-young watches him go, a faint smile on her lips. Her gaze drops to where her son's body had pressed against her. She bites her lip lightly. Her eyes follow toward the room, where her son has disappeared from view. Waiting. She's excited. What will he look like when he comes back?
The shower-room door. Head slightly bowed. Bare body. Trunk-style swim shorts. Their eyes meet. He draws closer and closer.
"It suits you. Did you buy them new?"
"Yeah. I never had any reason to swim..."
"Hehe... The view really is nice... Stay and look around a bit. Mom will change and come out too."
"Mm..."
He can't lift his head. He hasn't even seen or touched Mom's breasts or pussy yet. Even though she was still dressed. Why is he like this? When she hugged him he couldn't even hide it. She must have felt it for sure. Mom really is a good woman. Settle down. Auntie already helped. Next step. He has to take his cock out in front of Mom. He can do this, right?
Footsteps approach. He turns.
"Oh..."
"Hehe... How do I look?"
Hyun-woo can't close his mouth. His mother's dazzling figure. A feast of bare skin. Only the essential parts covered. An unexpected development. He'd only seen it in photos—and those of other women. A micro bikini.
"That's... way too bold, Mom."
"I can wear something like this because I'm with you... Is it a little slutty?"
"Not just a little."
"Hehe... They asked me a few times during photo shoots too... but I was too embarrassed to put one on."
Her son's eyes flood with blood. From top to bottom, very slowly. Nipples barely covered. Mom's nearly naked body—nude would barely be an exaggeration. Not a single ounce of spare flesh. That narrow waist. The flare of her hips. And... her pussy. Mom's. The folded crease of her crotch laid bare, covered by nothing but a scrap. The strings running up over her hips. He swallows hard.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Mom..."
"Nice reaction. I've never heard that before... from Hyun-woo."
"How could I not? That last photo shoot doesn't even come close..."
"Want to take a commemorative photo?"
"Of this?"
"Yeah. I'll take some of you too... I haven't posted on SNS in a few days... The fans are waiting, so this can be a little gift."
So-young strikes a pose. Hyun-woo looks thoroughly flustered, with no idea where to put his eyes. Mom hands him her phone, camera app already open.
"Am I too close?"
"Ah... I'll shoot from behind. You caught me off guard."
Her son takes a step back. Mom rests a hand on her hip and spreads her legs slightly to the side—one hip cocked. Sunglasses. Straw hat. Pure vacation vibes. Mom's body fills the phone screen. His hand trembles faintly.
"I-I'm taking it..."
"Is Mom that sexy? Your face is all red, Hyun-woo."
"I'm just flustered. Give me a second..."
A sly smile. The sunglasses seem to give her extra confidence. Hyun-woo finally steadies himself, holds the phone out toward Mom, and shoots. Click. Mom offers another pose, head turned to the side, gazing at the lake. Click.
"Let's get the back, too."
"Mm..."
Mom turns her back on her son, both hands braced on her waist, eyes on the lake. Her son's breathing grows steadily shorter. That lifted ass. The string wedged between. His gaze locks on it naturally. The cleft of her ass. Click.
"One from the side."
"Got it..."
Profile. Her slender figure is thrown into relief. Mom's breasts, rising nicely. And... her crotch, blatantly visible. The gap of the fold. Click.
"That's all..."
"Let me see the phone."
Mom checks the shots and smiles, satisfied. Now it's her son's turn. She holds the phone out.
"I'm fine, really..."
"What are you talking about... You've got a great body too. Something to look at later when we want to remember."
"Huu... Fine."
Her son stands there blankly. Mom takes his arm and guides it to his hip. An awkward pose. Mom smiles sweetly. Click.
"One is enough."
"Turn around."
"That's a bit..."
"Just look at the lake or the mountains... Listen to Mom."
So-young coaxes. Hyun-woo has no choice but to pose. From behind he looks solid. Her son in nothing but trunk swim shorts. Inside those... Don't think about it. She shakes her head. Click.
She steps closer, side by side.
"Again?"
"Last one. We need a photo of the two of us together... Smile."
"Haa..."
"Three... two... one... Taking it?"
Mom beams. Her son wears a clumsy expression. At the moment of the shot she leans in slightly. They check it. It came out well. A memory just for the two of them. A place no one else can interrupt. With Hyun-woo. She uploads it to SNS right away.
"You're already posting that..."
"You have a lot of fans too... especially the women."
"Liar."
"Look, the comments are already up... This person is a model three years older than you... Pretty face, great body."
She's right. Mom shows him immediately, even clicking into the profile. Pretty enough. But not his type. Nowhere near as beautiful as Mom.
"What's with that face, son?"
"Mom's way prettier than her. Better body, too."
"Pfft... You really... flirting all the way out here?"
"It's true. So were you going to introduce me to her or something?"
"I could... What do you think?"
"Not my type. Her skin's all tanned... and her face looks fierce."
"My... Hyun-woo, why are your standards so high? Men would line up for someone like her."
"Because I see Mom every day."
So-young feels quietly proud. A pretty woman with a great body—and Hyun-woo turns her down. Her son is adorable.
She spots something. Wine inside the room. She's in a good mood. A drink with Hyun-woo.
"Want a glass of wine?"
"Huh? I don't mind, but where's the wine?"
"Over there."
"Ah... I didn't notice."
"Hehe... Glasses right next to it. Must be a basic amenity... We're in a good mood, so let's each have one."
"Yeah. I'll get them."
Hyun-woo brings the wine and glasses. One each. They clink lightly and take a swallow.
"Hwaa... Deeper flavor than what we drink at home... Must be good stuff."
"Yeah. I thought the room rate was a bit high, but this makes it worth it."
"This is nice... Really. Coming on a trip with Mom..."
"Shall we play as much as we want until tomorrow?"
"Yeah. What now?"
"Let's get in the water a bit."
Mom sets down her glass, takes her son's arm, and leads him to the pool. Too narrow for real swimming. Hyun-woo and So-young, soaked through, only their heads above the water, eyes meeting. Without a word. Mom's gaze. Her son's gaze. At last they lock. The two of them simply look at each other.