The Plan
A thrill seizes Hyun-woo’s body. It begins to tremble.
A scene he has never even seen in his dreams.
His mother’s pussy, visible beside the micro bikini—thin, pinkish flesh with clear, transparent liquid flowing between the folds.
“Haa… haa…”
He knows what he must do. Imprint a man onto his mother. With a son’s touch. Very carefully. Slowly.
Soft fingertips glide back and forth across the folded creases of her crotch. His mother’s waist lifts slightly, then sinks down without strength. Twitching, as if in spasm.
“Hyun-woo…”
So-young’s voice is weak. Hyun-woo does not answer. He focuses on the work at hand. His palm grips her ass, sinking into the soft flesh. His thumb moves, stimulating her most sensitive spot. Just a little farther. Sideways—
“Hyun-woo!!”
“Ah, sorry… I was concentrating and didn’t hear you.”
So-young snaps her spread legs shut. She has shouted. Mother comes to her senses; the son’s flustered expression is plain. His hand still rests between the cleft of her ass and crotch.
“That’s enough now… We came here to play, and you’re the only one working hard. Let’s rest a little?”
“Mm…”
“Hehe… Sorry for yelling. You were really startled, weren’t you?”
“It’s fine. First time massaging outdoors—I got tense. Sorry about that.”
“Wipe yourself off with a towel first… You lie down too.”
“Huh…?”
“I said I’d do it for you last time, but Mom’s condition wasn’t good, so I only thought about it…”
“I’m fine, Mom…”
“Come on… You got to touch Mom’s body all you wanted. Bad hands—you think I don’t know?”
The feeling of a secret exposed. Hyun-woo’s face flushes red. He cannot look at his mother’s body, slick with gel. His gaze slides sideways. Mother steps into the room and wipes herself with a towel.
“What are you doing? I told you to lie down.”
“Mm… Face down?”
“Do as you like.”
Lying face-up would be suicide. He turns over. Better this way. Onto the sun lounger where Mother had been. He lies prone. Settles.
A presence approaches. Mother sits comfortably astride his waist. She copies him skillfully—squeezes gel onto her palm, rubs it in, presses the straw hat back down. She had clearly been aroused, yet now her face is the same as always. Hard to read behind the sunglasses, but her eyes stay fixed on him. A body without a single ounce of spare flesh.
“You little… peeping at Mom’s body again?”
“Because it’s pretty.”
“Hehe… Look all you want. It’s rare I get to wear a bikini this sexy.”
“Don’t weird DMs come from guys?”
“Why ask that all of a sudden?”
“Just… curious.”
Because it excites him. Watching right beside her. For all he knows, the DMs might already be exploding. He has heard the stories often enough—men sending dick pics to sexy influencers. Even a woman on a broadcast talking about it.
“Lots… and the shapes down there are all different.”
“Ah… I’ve heard about that.”
“Mom’s no different… casual lines and photos tossed out just to try their luck…”
“Must feel awful…”
“Not necessarily… it means I’m that attractive…”
“Unexpected.”
“Hehe… You do it too. Always telling me Mom’s body and face are pretty. Hearing that lifts my self-esteem.”
Warm hands. Mother working her son’s body. Extremely soft. Was this how it felt when he massaged her? A hazy drowsiness settles over him.
“How is it…?”
“Good. Soft.”
“I never thought I’d end up having this kind of talk with Hyun-woo…”
“I’m not a kid anymore. I know enough… that’s why I asked.”
“Oh my… know what, exactly?”
Hyun-woo’s words die. Mother’s hands dig deeper, climbing his thighs. A strange heat. Breathing quickens. He tries to hide it, ducking his head.
“Stop it, Mom… I misspoke.”
“Hehe… You brought it up first… and now you’re running away…?”
“Ugh…”
Hyun-woo’s body twitches. So-young’s fingers press deep into the flesh of his thighs. A thin moan slips out. She stops at the hem of his trunk swimsuit, goes no farther. Her hands retreat, massaging gently. Slowly.
“Haa… haa…”
“Still… no experience…?”
“What…?”
“Sex…”
The word drops casually. So-young’s eyes are bloodshot, lips glossy. Her tongue peeks out for a second and vanishes. Body flushed. She means to return exactly what her son did to her—onto the body lying face-down. With the same lewd touch.
“Mmm…!”
“Does it hurt…?”
“No—it’s just the first time I’ve ever received one… What did you just say…?”
“Hehe… If you didn’t hear, it’s fine…”
Hyun-woo heard. Clearly. Mother asking her son whether he has had sex. What does that mean? Suddenly—no. The massage worked. She was aroused. From his hands. Her waist had bounced, legs had parted, breathing had turned rough. She felt him as a man.
“…I haven’t done it yet.”
“Huh…? What are you talking about…?”
“Sex…”
Counterattack. This time So-young is the one left speechless. Her son’s experience—none yet.
“I see… You’ll meet a good person soon and do it. Don’t get impatient…”
“The atmosphere just got awkward, Mom…”
“Hehe… True. We should talk about something else…”
Two people with nothing left to say. Mother’s soft hands. The son’s body feeling every stroke. Twitching. She never climbs above the trunk swimsuit. His legs gleam, still slick with gel.
“Mom… you can stop now.”
“Already…?”
“Yeah. I’m used to giving, so suddenly receiving feels a bit… Do it again next time.”
“Okay. Mom’s first time at this too, so I’m clumsy…”
It had been hard. Something writhing beneath the fabric kept his nerves taut. He barely settles it. He endured well enough. This much—saw her pussy, talked about sex—is enough. He rises slowly.
“Stay there. I’ll get a towel.”
Mother ducks into the room and returns, towel in hand. She steps up behind him and begins wiping his back. He could do it himself.
“I’m not a kid…”
“Hehe… You said you still have no experience? Then you’re a kid…”
“Still on that…”
“Just kidding. Our Hyun-woo isn’t ‘can’t’—he’s ‘doesn’t’… All done.”
She pats his back. Fully grown adult, yet “doesn’t,” not “can’t”? Women’s hearts really are impossible to read. He almost says he wishes his first partner could be Mom.
“Mom, look over there.”
“Oh my… sunset.”
“Yeah. Let’s take a photo.”
The mood flips. They move to the edge of the terrace. Mother and son stand side by side, gazing out. Arms naturally wrap around each other’s waists. So-young rests her head on Hyun-woo’s shoulder. One shot with the sunset behind them.
Click.
“You brat. You’re good at this now.”
“At what?”
“Do this with other girls too. Skinship matters.”
“I thought it was something else… I only do this because it’s Mom.”
“Hehe… Is that so? Our son—I’m worried you’ll stay a virgin forever.”
“If it really doesn’t work out, I’ll just have to ask Mom.”
“You little!”
She pinches his waist. Her heart fluttered at the words her son let slip. Ask… A joke, yet—some woman whose face he has never even seen, standing next to Hyun-woo in this very spot where she stands now. If that person… were me.
“Mom.”
“Yeah…?”
“From now on… let’s come often. Travel.”
“…Yeah. Now that we can afford it.”
“I don’t care if I live as a virgin forever, as long as I have Mom.”
“Mama’s boy?”
“Maybe.”
“Hehe… You think you met Mom already… I won’t leave you like that. Not joking. I’ll introduce someone good.”
“…Do as you like.”
“You don’t look too keen.”
“I said earlier—if you can bring someone like Mom, go ahead and introduce her.”
“Oh my… Look at this kid. Planning to live alone and die?”
Suddenly Hyun-woo steps up behind So-young. A back hug. He pulls her tight. Arms wrap around her chest.
“I told you—as long as I have Mom, it’s enough. Even if people point and call me a mama’s boy, I don’t care.”
“You really… Okay, so let go now… I can’t breathe.”
“Just a moment… Stay like this.”
So-young’s face flushes crimson. Warmth radiates from behind. And… something hot. Hard and thick. Pressed against her ass. Hyun-woo’s cock.
“…Healthy, our son.”
It twitches between the cheeks of her ass. Time seems to stop. The two of them stand motionless. Breathing roughens.
“Because it’s Mom.”
The son steps back. His retreating figure heads for the room. Mother stares blankly after him. The words Hyun-woo just spoke—because it’s Mom—she turns them over again and again. Her heart pounds. For a long while she remains rooted to that spot.
Hyun-woo steps into the shower and immediately shoves his trunk swimsuit down. Something springs free like a coil. His cock. It had touched Mom’s ass—no, it had been crushed against it. Sticky fluid drips. The phone he brought from the room is flooded with messages from his aunt. He checks them at once, turns on the shower, and sits on the toilet.
Hyun-woo stands. The thick column looks ready to burst its veins. He wraps his hand around the shaft and strokes. Hits record.
“Haa… haa…”
The wet friction sound. He stops. A very short clip. Sends it straight to his aunt’s chat and checks at once.
The wet friction sound continues. Beyond the shower door someone is standing. So-young. Hyun-woo has not come out for a long time. The water runs, and another sound grows—dull, rhythmic. Her heart pounds. A fierce thirst. Her mouth goes dry. She steps back.
“Haa… haa…”
Hyun-woo must be washing right now. That friction sound she can hear—what is it? Why is her body… so hot? Her ass. The hard, thick place where Hyun-woo’s cock pressed. The memory keeps circling. The words he said to her. Because it’s Mom. What does that mean, Hyun-woo? What are you doing?
So-young’s hand slips between her thighs. She tugs the bikini covering that place just a little to the side. Her pussy comes into view.