The Plan
Thicker than water.
Two people bound as parent and child.
Their sex exposed.
A door between them.
Wet, squelching sounds. Dull friction.
“Haa… haa…”
Mother, and son.
Racing toward climax.
A tongue slips free. So-young’s lips shine with spit. Bloodshot eyes lock, fixed on the shower door her son disappeared behind.
She spreads her legs wide. Liquid drips in thick beads—pussy juice. Her heels lift slightly off the floor. Her body begins to tremble, then locks rigid.
“Haaaah…”
A deep sigh. Fat beads of sweat roll from her forehead, down her cheeks, and drip from her chin. They mix with the wetness already pooling on the floor—the fluid that spilled from her cunt.
Guilt surges in. The sounds from the other side of the door cut off at the same moment.
She snaps back to herself, yanks her bikini bottom up to cover her bare pussy, snatches a towel, and scrubs the floor in a frantic rush. The woman they call Mom.
And on the other side—another person.
A twitching pillar. Thick liquid spilling down in ropes. Cum.
Imagining his mother.
“Hoo…”
He finally steadies himself. He turns the shower on full and hurriedly washes every trace away. Semen swirls down the drain.
Someday. Without fail. Straight into Mom’s pussy.
He soaks himself, towels off, and steps out. He glances around.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, his mother stands on the terrace watching the sunset. Her straw hat and sunglasses sit on the table beside the bed—she must have brought them in earlier.
That woman. Outside.
“Nice view, right?”
“Yeah… all done washing?”
“Water pressure’s great. Worth the money. You should shower too.”
“Okay… just a little longer.”
He steps up beside her and stares blankly in the same direction. The quiet lake and the mountains beyond. They stand like that for a long while.
At last she moves. Without a word she leaves her son standing there. Her back—always beautiful, no matter how many times he looks.
His phone vibrates. A message from his aunt. One photo: her lying on the sofa in dolphin shorts.
He opens it immediately. His mother’s SNS. What kind of comments could there be?
Photos from the trip with Mom. Probably because of the micro bikini.
Joking comments. Couple. Boyfriend. Blessed.
Nothing special, yet blood rushes straight to his lower body. Something stirs.
The woman Mom mentioned—tanned skin, pretty face, great body. Said she was a model.
A comment left on another photo:
Surprisingly, a lot of the commenters are women. Because she’s on another level. He feels proud.
Trying to do something to a mother like this… those people have no idea. Or maybe—the “blessed” comment. Maybe that person…
“Hyun-woo?”
Mom’s voice. Just her head peeks out. Slender shoulders and collarbones. She’s naked.
He walks over.
“Yeah, need something?”
“In Mom’s bag… there should be shampoo and conditioner. Can you bring them?”
“Got it.”
He opens the bag. She packed so much. Even a curling iron. Mom really does care about her looks. Brought her own products so she wouldn’t get skin trouble?
He brings the shampoo and conditioner.
“Here.”
“Hehe… sorry. I tried the stuff in the shower last time and it didn’t agree with me.”
“Yeah, that happens… want me to leave a change of clothes out front?”
“There’s a robe over there. It’s chilly in the evening, so you put one on too.”
“Okay, Mom.”
He brought spare clothes. There were some in Mom’s bag as well. The door closes.
Don’t overthink it. She only said it because she saw them.
He opens the closet. Two robes. He peels off his trunk-style swim trunks. Naked.
Mom’s naked in the shower too, right? Just a door between us.
His breathing quickens. He just came a little while ago, yet—
“Haa… haa…”
Blood surges into something. It lifts its head. Hyun-woo’s cock.
His gaze locks on the shower. Mom’s in there. He swallows hard. His hand wraps around the shaft and starts stroking slowly as he steps closer.
He stops right in front of the door. Friction sounds. Faster.
“Haa… haa… nngh…”
Overwhelming excitement. His heels lift slightly. His body shudders. A full-body thrill.
If Mom opens the door right now she’ll see my thing. Her son’s cock. And she’s naked too. An uncrossable wall. Lee So-young. I want you. All of you. Look how hard I’ve gotten. I want to put it in. In your pussy. I want to become one with Mom.
“Nngh…!”
Liquid erupts from the tip of the pillar. The cockhead twitches and twitches, soaking the shower door.
Water sounds. Mom is washing. With only a door between them, her son is masturbating.
What the hell are you doing? Snap out of it. You can’t ruin the plan here. You’ve done so well so far.
He grabs a towel and wipes carefully, slowly—Mom might notice. That should be enough. His cock hangs soft and spent. He digs underwear out of the bag, pulls it on, and shrugs into a robe. One robe left for Mom. He folds it neatly and sets it by the door.
Done. Now…
A soft chair sits in view, next to the table with the straw hat and sunglasses. He sinks into it to wait. Remote. Big TV. He turns it on and flips channels, glancing at the shower every so often. Golf, variety, drama. Keeps flipping.
An 19+ rating. Adult channel?
“Haa… haa… oppa…”
“Lift your legs. Let’s do it from the side.”
A feast of bare skin. Two naked people—man and woman. Flesh slapping flesh. Rough friction. An erotic film with the important parts cleverly blurred.
The door opens. Footsteps. He frantically changes the channel. Golf.
“Ah, you left the robe out? I’ll put it on and come out.”
The door closes again. Silence. Boring channel. He switches to variety instead.
Footsteps. A robe wrapping her whole body. Damp, glossy hair. Mom.
“Whew… did you wait long?”
“I was watching TV. Not very interesting.”
“Hehe… washing my hair takes forever. Should I just cut it short… a bob?”
“Wouldn’t suit you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Wigs are good these days… don’t cut it and regret it. If you want a bob, try a wig first and decide.”
Mom sits in the chair across from him. He pulls a bottle of water from the fridge and sets it in front of her. She smiles. An impossibly beautiful woman. Her throat works as she drinks. Collarbones visible between the lapels of the robe.
“Haa… I feel human again.”
“You drove and we played a lot… if you’re tired, lie down on the bed and rest.”
“I’m fine. We finally got to go on a trip together—how am I supposed to rest alone and leave my son bored?”
“There’s nothing much to do. It’s already evening… I was thinking of a walk, but—”
“Son, didn’t you leave wine outside?”
“Yeah, plenty left.”
“Bring it. Let’s have a glass while we watch TV.”
“You shouldn’t overdo it, Mom… you’ve been under the weather for days.”
“I feel good now. Like I could fly.”
So-young beams. Without thinking, Hyun-woo reaches out. His hand settles on her soft, smooth cheek and strokes gently.
“That tickles…”
“Ah, sorry… my hand just moved on its own…”
“Hehe… means Mom’s that pretty, right? I know. A woman looks her best right after a shower.”
Her cheeks plump under his warm touch. It doesn’t feel bad. It feels good. Too happy.
“I’ll get the wine.”
“Yeah. There’ll be dust on the glasses—rinse them first.”
Hyun-woo steps outside. So-young’s gaze follows him blankly.
Wine and glasses. Wearing a robe. Him too.
I didn’t take clothes into the shower. I was out of it. If I take this off it’s just the micro bikini—barely covering the important parts. Basically underwear. Earlier… Hyun-woo’s hands. The massage. He definitely saw. My pussy. It was wet. Did he notice? Why am I so nervous? He’s my son. I’m the parent. He’s grown that big but he’s still like a kid. A child I could put in my eye and it wouldn’t hurt. And yet… I keep thinking about it. Even when he’s right beside me. Even when I went into the shower. I was anxious. Have I really lost my mind? I tried to suppress it. It doesn’t work. What can I do? Nothing.
“Mom?”
“Yeah, just thinking for a second…”
“You were staring the whole time… you’re not worried about something, are you?”
“Nothing.”
Her son heads somewhere—the shower—and comes right back out. Wine glasses still wet. He wipes them with a tissue and sets them on the table. One each.
Yeah. Let’s drink. Enjoy it. Hyun-woo is fine. As long as I don’t approach him, nothing will ever happen. Absolutely.
“Drink, Mom.”
They clink glasses and tip them back—too much, too fast. The two of them looking at each other.
“Variety shows these days are boring. Any other channels?”
“I flipped around. This was the best of the lot…”
“Give me the remote.”
Channels flip. Golf, soccer, variety, drama, stock market. Then 19+.
Hyun-woo’s eyes flicker. Thankfully it’s not a bedroom scene. A woman in a short dress that shows her panties. Big breasts—typical of an erotic actress. She walks with an exaggerated sway of her hips.
“Oh my… they still have channels like this?”
“Yeah, I saw it earlier. Wasn’t interesting.”
“Hehe… of course. Guys watch porn, right? This would be bland.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“Do you watch, Hyun-woo?”
“Ah… um…”
Hyun-woo panics at the sudden question. He can’t say yes. He can’t say no. The lie would be obvious either way.
“We already talked about sex, so what’s the big deal… you masturbate too, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Hehe… look at your face turning red… it’s Mom. Are you embarrassed?”
“I watch. Porn.”
“Good. It’s normal, so you can say it proudly.”
“It’s just awkward.”
Half a bottle of wine left. They pour another glass each. As if they’d planned it, they lightly clink and take a sip.
“It tastes good but the alcohol’s strong, this wine…”
The TV screen changes. A woman in a tight dress. She and a man enter a motel. Clothes get thrown off. Hyun-woo tries to change the channel in a hurry. So-young stops him.
“Why? You said it was bland… this much is fine. It’s acting, right?”
“Mom… when was the last time you…?”
“Hm?”
“Had sex…”
On screen the man shoves the woman—wearing only bra and panties—onto the bed. He roughly strips her. Sucks on her nipples. Soft moans.
The two of them look at each other. Quietly.
A son has just asked his mother a question.
