The Plan
So-young draws closer to Hyun-woo.
She never takes her eyes off him.
They settle side by side. Skin brushes against skin. A strange, charged feeling passes between them both.
The swimsuits are barely worthy of the name—embarrassingly skimpy. Bare skin against bare skin. They trade sheepish smiles and look out over the lake, gazing at the same place.
So-young’s hand slips around Hyun-woo’s waist, casual and sly.
“That tickles, Mom…”
“Hehe… It’s just a little cramped. You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that…”
A lie. There is plenty of space. His mother has pressed herself deliberately close. Soft skin. He can feel it. Blood begins to rush again to that place. Not now. She’ll notice. What do I do? It’s too hard. Screw it. Just enjoy this. Right now. Alone with Mom.
His hand finds her slender waist and wraps around it. She twitches.
“This is nice… Really.”
His mood lifts. Coming on this trip was the right call. From now on, more often. Just the two of them. Like lovers.
“Me too… Honestly, I’ve been so scattered lately, but it feels like things are settling…”
“Hyun-woo… If something’s bothering you, you can tell Mom too…”
“It’s not that big a deal…”
“Hehe… When I’m like that, I talk it over with your aunt… And then it loosens up… Sometimes I even find an answer.”
“Must be nice. Having a friend like that would feel solid.”
“She’s my real one. My sister… There’s a bit of an age gap, but she’s looked out for me since we were little…”
“I wish I had someone like that too…”
So-young looks steadily at her son. Wet eyes. It hurts to see. She wants to say she would be that friend for him—but she can’t. No matter how close they get, there is a wall they cannot cross. That is what parent and child are.
“You’re still young… Once you’ve been out in the world a while, you’ll meet someone… Someone kind, like you.”
“And you, Mom… It must be hard, right?”
“Hehe… I’d like that too, but… There’ll be things you can’t tell Mom either…”
“…Yeah. Seems that way.”
“Even so… Mom always believes in our Hyun-woo… You can do it… So hang in there…?”
“Yeah, Mom… Thanks.”
His mother rests her head on his shoulder. Their arms still looped around each other’s waists. Their eyes meet again. Through the sunglasses, her pupils catch the light. Her son looks back at her.
“Want a massage?”
“Did you bring the gel?”
“Yeah, just in case.”
“Hehe… Well, I haven’t had one in a few days…”
“A little… maybe?”
His mother’s swimsuit. A micro bikini. Only the bare essentials covered. If he massages her, he will have no choice but to touch bare skin. He feels it. She does too. His aunt warned him to be careful—but he has to do this again. Get used to it. The right timing. Right now.
“A few days without one and I’ve been missing it… Where should I lie down?”
“Over there… How about the sun lounger?”
“Hehe… First, could you grab a towel? I want to dry off a bit…”
“Okay. Wait for me.”
Her son sprints out of the pool. His mother watches him go. He offered first. For her. Pure-hearted. And yet—when they hugged earlier, she felt it. Hyun-woo’s… cock. Hot. Hard. Proof he is healthy. Still in working order. For her body. But… If she takes the same position she does at home, it will show. In Hyun-woo’s eyes. Her pussy. Embarrassing.
“Got it, Mom.”
“Mm. You dry off a little too.”
They step out of the pool. Her body is soaked, gleaming. Hyun-woo’s gaze skitters away, unsure where to land. And still he wants to massage her. Too cute. She dries herself with the towel he hands over. Gel sits ready in her son’s palm.
“Just lie down like this?”
“Yeah. It’s a sun lounger, so you don’t have to do it like at home… Stretch your legs out and get comfortable.”
“Okay. The sun hasn’t set yet… We’ll get to watch the sunset soon.”
So-young takes off her straw hat. Hair half-tied back, a few long strands falling free. Only the sunglasses remain. In front of her watching son, she turns and lies face-down on the lounger.
Hyun-woo’s stare is blatant. He looks down. Completely different from how she looks at home. Natural light on his mother’s body. Beautiful. He settles at her waist in a comfortable crouch.
“The height’s perfect. I can massage from here without worrying about my neck.”
“Mm. Lots of couples do massages like this, so they probably set it up that way on purpose.”
“I’m starting… Tell me if it hurts.”
Hyun-woo squeezes a long ribbon of gel into his palm and rubs it between his hands. He keeps his hips pulled slightly back—just in case. Blood is already pooling. His mother’s head, turned this way on the lounger, could catch him if he is careless. Carefully. The sunglasses hide her eyes, at least.
He starts at her toes, working the gel in gently.
“Mmm…”
“Since we’re outside, I watched a few other therapists’ videos… I’m going to keep it soft.”
“Hehe… It’s fine… I’ll leave it to you, Hyun-woo…”
So-young’s gaze stays fixed on him through the sunglasses—the solid body, the broad set of his shoulders, the moving hands. From her ankles he glides upward. Calves. Then the undersides of her thighs. It feels so good. Completely different from the massages at home. Full of affection. Every corner. Even between her toes. Slick with gel. It’s coming. That feeling. She likes it. She won’t pull away. If she can do even this much, she thinks she can endure.
“Mmm… Haa… Mmm… Haa…”
“Doesn’t hurt, right?”
“Mm. The view’s nice… and you’re being gentle, so it’s fine…”
“Not a single bit of dry skin. Keeping it like this must take so much work…”
“My body is my asset, after all… Even one freckle and people say something…”
“Right… That little mole by your left eye… That too?”
“Hehe… They say that one is sexy and not to remove it… I’ve had it treated a few times and it still won’t go away.”
“That’s your trademark, Mom… When you style yourself soft and pure, that mole fills in whatever’s missing.”
“How do you know that so well… There’s nothing you don’t know about me.”
“That’s the basics… Don’t other people say the same thing?”
“They do… Everyone tells me not to take it off… And now you’re praising it too… So I’ll just leave it…”
Hyun-woo’s hands climb higher. Already the upper thighs. Every crease, careful and thorough. His mother’s legs shine, coated in gel. The crease under her ass. He strokes upward. Her body twitches.
“Mmm… Haa… Mmm… Haa…”
Her breathing roughens. He feels it under his hands. Confidence builds. Keep going like this. So soft. Just a little more. Higher. At last—he reaches her ass.
“Mmm…! Haa…”
“How is it?”
“It’s fine… Keep going.”
Lifted, rounded hips. His hands cup them. He squeezes lightly. Flesh dimples. The give of her skin sinks into his palms. He could lose his mind. Already fully hard. His cock. He keeps his hips pulled back so she won’t notice—but her gaze is aimed that way. He cannot slip up. This is where it starts.
“This might sound weird, but… your ass is really pretty…”
“You sound like the guys on set, our Hyun-woo… Do you like Mom that much?”
“Yeah… More than any other woman.”
“At that rate you’ll stay a virgin forever… Lower your standards a little… That girl I showed you earlier was pretty cute…”
“Not my type. If you’re going to introduce someone… someone with skin as white as yours… a pretty ass… a good body…”
“Why’d you stop mid-sentence?”
“And a good personality… someone who only looks after me… Introduce me to a girl like that…”
So-young’s waist jerks up, then sinks weakly. His fingers slip into the fold where thigh meets groin—very carefully. Slowly. Crossing that line.
“Mmm…! Haa… Mmm…! Haa…”
“Ticklish…?”
“A little… Haa… Haa… Mmm…!”
Her body keeps twitching. Every time he brushes that sensitive place. Fingers caught in the crease. The gel does its job as lubricant. Soft and yielding. Hyun-woo shifts position, kneeling. Looking down the length of his mother’s dazzling body. Excitement surges. Risk of being caught—but the front of his swim trunks is already starting to tent. Right in the center.
“You’re not uncomfortable…? Haa… Haa…”
“I’m fine. This much is okay…”
“Alright…”
“Could you… maybe open your legs a little to the side…?”
Hyun-woo’s face is flushed. Bloodshot eyes. The promise to his aunt is already long gone. Something enters So-young’s field of view—thrashing violently, fighting to get out. Her son’s cock. Hard for his mother.
“Do you really have to…? Haa… Haa…”
“If it’s hard, you can stay like this…”
If she spreads her legs, she will have no choice but to show him. Her pussy. Nothing will cover it. Embarrassing—and wet is already starting to seep out, little by little. If she shows him that, Hyun-woo might notice. She can’t.
“You’re struggling too… Just keep going like this, Hyun-woo… Mom’s fine…”
“Mm… I’ll keep going…”
So-young holds the line. Right at the edge of crossing it. Not there. She will not show her son her mother’s pussy. Even if he has no intention of looking—once he sees it, no one knows how he might change. Even now it is razor-thin. His hands grip her ass. Fingers slip in and out of the crease of her groin. Hard to endure.
“Haa… Haa…! Mmm…!”
“Must be the gel… It’s gotten really slippery…”
“Be careful, Hyun-woo…”
“Does it hurt…?”
“No, not that… Just… right now… that place… is sensitive for women… Especially for Mom…”
“Ah… Sorry. I didn’t think.”
An erogenous zone. Her body twitches under her son’s hands. He feels it. Her breathing shortens. Mother under her son’s hands. Son on his mother’s body. An abnormal scene.
“Mmm…!”
A final cry, mixed with a moan. Hyun-woo notices. Her hips lift slightly, then sink without strength onto the lounger. Gel that soaked her body runs in a thin trail downward. His hands travel down again—from her ankles, slowly up. Calves. Thighs. Ass. Twitching. He stops. At the open spread of her pelvis.
“I still need to do your back and shoulders…”
“Haa… Haa… Mmm…!”
So-young cannot answer. Hyun-woo draws it out, teasing her nerves—almost rising, almost not. Very slowly. Carefully. As if handling something precious that might shatter at a touch. His hands climb. Past her slender waist. Higher and higher. The tied string of her top blocks his path. He ignores it.
“Mmm…”
Her waist sinks. Shoulders and hips lift a little, body bowed like a drawn bow.
“Haaa…”
His mother’s body goes slack. His hands reach her shoulders, stroking carefully past. The whole of her is slick with gel. His touch rides down again. Past her waist once more. Pauses at the open pelvis. Then seizes her lifted ass. His thumbs dig into the crease of her groin.
“Mmm…! Haa… Mmm…! Haa…”
A subtle shift. Her legs open a fraction more. Her son’s gaze. His mother’s crotch. At last—something tinged pink. Thinly parted. His mother’s pussy.