The Plan
Hyun-woo is seized by sheer embarrassment.
The words slip out before he can stop them.
His gaze darts this way and that.
Sound spills from the television speakers.
Moans.
An actress’s cries of pleasure.
So-young presses the remote.
She turns it off.
Silence.
The wine in her glass sways gently before she drains it.
Her cheeks flush a deep red. She props her chin in her palm, elbows planted firmly on the table, and stares at her son.
“Why do you want to know that?”
“Ah… sorry. It just came out wrong.”
“Hehe… look at this kid. You just asked me… when I last had sex.”
“Yeah… that was a mistake.”
“Hyun-woo, I think you need to learn some manners first… Your glass is empty… Pour me another.”
Hyun-woo fills the empty glass with wine.
He has no idea what to do with himself.
A sudden outburst.
A clear mistake.
He went too far.
His mother’s aggressive attitude says everything.
It’s strange.
The way she’s looking at him.
“I’ll apologize.”
“For what?”
“For the question just now…”
“Hehe…”
So-young bursts out laughing.
She drains the wine her son poured for her.
Not a single drop left.
She’s already tipsy.
Her ears turn red.
Her cheeks too.
Her eyes soften a little.
Yet her gaze stays fixed.
On her son.
“It’s been a long time…”
“I see… You didn’t have to answer…”
“When was it… the last time… It’s all fuzzy…”
“You don’t have to force yourself to remember. Can we talk about something else?”
“Honestly… it was terrible, that bastard.”
“Huh…?”
“I’ve told you a few times, right? The men who approach Mom all have the same goal…”
“Ah… I remember.”
“He wasn’t even good at it, yet after it was over he looked so smug… It was pathetic to watch.”
“……”
“Lift your head, Hyun-woo… I want to see your face.”
Hyun-woo has lost his words.
He keeps his head bowed as if he’s committed some crime.
Slowly he raises it.
Clear eyes.
Always so large.
As if they might pull you right in.
“That’s right. Our son is so handsome.”
“You’re pretty too, Mom.”
“Hehe… Enough of that. You’re going to meet girls too, Hyun-woo… You can’t go around asking questions like that.”
“Yeah… I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And… if a glass is empty, you’re supposed to fill it… Right?”
“Sorry…”
“It’s manners. The way you treat a woman… That’s how you get her to fall for you.”
“What…?”
“Just remember that. Mom must be drunk… I’m going to get some air.”
So-young stands.
She sways.
He steadies her at once.
His mother rests her head against her son’s shoulder.
Slowly.
Out through the floor-to-ceiling glass door.
The evening is chilly.
“There’s cigarettes in my bag. Bring me one, will you?”
“You sure you’re okay? You’re wobbling.”
“Hehe… No problem.”
Her son hurries back inside.
He digs a cigarette from his mother’s bag.
Two of them.
Lighter in hand.
He stands beside her.
Places one between her lips.
Lights it.
Then one for himself.
His mother glances sideways at him.
She doesn’t scold him.
Maybe it’s the mood.
One drag.
“Our son… do you have something on your mind?”
“Well…”
“You do, don’t you. Hard to tell Mom?”
“A little.”
“I see… Mom has something on her mind these days too… But I can’t tell you… We each have our own little secret, huh?”
She’s worried about it.
His mother too.
She must have heard from Aunt.
An absurd story, but still.
He felt it earlier, didn’t he?
When he pressed against his mother’s hips.
Clearly.
His cock.
“It’s not something I need to tell Mom… I can handle it myself.”
“Mm. Our son… you’ll do just fine… You’re healthy, after all…”
“If it gets too hard… talk to Aunt… You’re best friends, right?”
“Unnie knows too…”
“Really…?”
“Yeah… We’re both women… I can talk to Unnie about it…”
“I should make friends of my own soon…”
“Hyun-woo.”
“Yeah…?”
His mother gazes at him steadily.
Cigarette smoke.
Bloodshot eyes.
Almost too intense.
Her gaze locked.
On his face.
“Mom is always on your side… Don’t forget that…”
“The mood just got weird all of a sudden. Embarrassing…”
“I love you.”
“Me too…”
Their hands naturally find each other’s waists.
Mother and son share a cigarette break under the night sky.
They carry the butts back into the room.
Sit down.
Pour the last third of the wine.
Clink glasses.
Both of them drain theirs in one go.
“I’m getting drunk… And dizzy…”
“Want to lie down?”
“Yeah… Help me up.”
Her son supports her.
To the bed.
He lays her down carefully.
Her eyes are unfocused.
“Come lie next to me, son.”
“Going to sleep?”
“Yeah. Lights off.”
She’s drunk, Mom.
Much more than usual.
Well, it’s nice when she gets like this sometimes.
She must have a lot of stress built up.
He turns off the light.
Climbs onto the bed.
Side by side with his mother.
“The blanket too.”
It’s only nine o’clock.
She must be pretty far gone.
Cute.
If they’d been at home they never would have had a conversation like this.
Asking when Mom last had sex.
Crazy bastard.
He almost made things really awkward.
And Mom too.
Just looking into her eyes makes his heart race.
She keeps staring at him.
Saying she loves him.
As if she knows what he might do.
He jerked off.
Imagining his mother’s naked body.
He pulls the neatly folded blanket over them.
“This is nice… The moonlight’s coming in.”
“Yeah… I’m a little dizzy too… I think I’m drunk as well.”
“Hehe… It’s fine since you drank with Mom… We’ll sleep soon…”
“I love you, Mom.”
“Again?”
“Yeah… Saying it one more time while I’m drunk…”
So-young rolls onto her side.
She stares straight at Hyun-woo’s face.
Caresses it.
Her son’s face.
Softly.
Very slowly.
“Like this it feels just like…”
“Why start talking and then stop?”
“Someone left a comment on Mom’s SNS… Said we look like a couple…”
“Hehe… True enough. Sharing the same bed… Drinking together… Smoking too… Right…?”
“The joke went too far.”
“It’s fine… Mom felt that way too… Lying here with you, Hyun-woo…”
Her son rolls onto his side as well.
Facing his mother.
They stare into each other’s eyes.
Faces flushed red.
He caresses her with his hand.
Very slowly.
Warm breath.
They feel it.
From each other.
“It’s quiet… Feels like there’s no one else in this whole building… Just Mom and me…”
“Yeah… The atmosphere’s nice too… I’ll never forget today for the rest of my life…”
His mother’s hand slides slowly downward.
His hand moves with it.
Wrapping around her waist.
Pulling her close.
Pressed tight.
Almost touching.
Mother and son’s faces.
Bellies touching.
Only the robes between them.
Hyun-woo eases his hips back a little.
It reacted.
His cock.
“Why are you moving back?”
“Ah… that is…”
It’s hard, Hyun-woo.
It’s Mom, so it’s okay.
Come closer.
Her hand slips a little lower.
To her son’s ass.
She grips it.
Pulls him in.
“……”
“……”
Hot and hard.
Felt against the lower part of her belly.
Her son’s cock.
Twitching.
It keeps throbbing.
Haa… haa…
So healthy.
Getting bigger and bigger.
He’s excited.
Our son.
Thank goodness.
This feeling…
Is good.
Strange.
Heart pounding.
Just a little more.
Like this.
Holding Mom.
It’s okay, right?
Hyun-woo.
“I think… I’ll be able to sleep really well tonight.”
“Yeah… We drank, after all.”
“Hehe… Close your eyes.”
Her son looks at his mother’s face.
His eyes slowly close.
A presence.
Fragrant.
Breath.
Something touches his lips.
A soft sound of friction.
A peck.
No…
A kiss.
“Good night, our son.”
“You too, Mom.”
The two of them hold each other tight.
His erect cock.
Wedged low between their bellies.
His mother gives his ass a couple of light pats with her hand.
Her son grows hazy.
Sinking into deep sleep.
The bed shakes.
Creaking friction.
A man pumping on top of a woman’s belly.
Fluid splattering everywhere.
Pussy juice.
“Fuck, your pussy’s extra sticky today, huh? Babe.”
“Haa…! Haa…! Fuck me harder… Jun-hyeok!”
“Thinking about your sister and Hyun-woo makes my cock feel like it’s gonna explode… Ugh…!”
“They’re gonna do it soon, right?”
“Yeah, we both saw it… Those photos she posted on SNS… What kind of parent wears clothes like that in front of their kid?”
“Right? When you think about it she’s one hell of a bitch… She’s set on seducing her son… Pretending she’s not… Nnngh…!”
“They might already be rolling around on the bed by now? Ugh…! Hey, you’re clamping down too hard… Loosen up.”
“Aaaah…! Honey… I’m going crazy… My pussy… my pussy…!”
“Come with me, imagining Hyun-woo fucking your sister’s pussy!! Uuuuugh!”
Jun-hyeok lifts his hips high.
Her pussy lips cling and pull out with him.
He slams his hips down hard.
“Aaaah…!”
“Uuuhnnngh!! Kyaang!!”
The couple’s bodies go rigid as stone.
Slick with sweat.
His vein-bulging cock buries itself deep in her pussy.
Joined.
Groin pressed flush to groin.
Fluid spurting out.
Ejaculation.
Cum splatters everywhere.
They start to tremble.
Climax.
Bodies going limp.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Haa…! Haa…!”
Intense sex.
Not enough of a word.
Mating.
While sharing the same fantasy of mother and son.
“No word since then, right?”
“Yeah. I told her to report every day… They haven’t fucked yet.”
“Heh heh… Fuck, I’m looking forward to it. Your sister’s gotta look tasty for this.”
“Honey, don’t you even dream of touching So-young.”
“Yeah, even if I tried to hit on her she wouldn’t bat an eye. Just saying… She’s already drowning in her son’s cock.”
“Hehe… True. I don’t know for sure, but it’s only going to get harder for her day by day… So-young.”
“Her pussy’s gonna be twitching… She’ll be dripping too… Once the right moment comes… Kya.”
“Hyun-woo won’t disappoint… He’ll whip his cock out in front of his mom soon enough. Just give it a little shake and it’s only a matter of time.”
“Stick right next to your sister and Hyun-woo and watch… It’d be a waste to miss the fucking.”
“What kind of picture will it make? A son’s cock going into his mother’s pussy…”
“Ugh…! Don’t suddenly clamp down, fuck…”
“One more time, honey.”
They switch positions.
The wife climbs on top of her husband’s belly.
They take their roles.
The wife is So-young.
The husband is Hyun-woo.
The bed rocks.
Rough friction.
Calling each other Mom and son.
They walk side by side.
Along the path.
With his mother.
Holding hands.
He glances at her.
She looks to be in an excellent mood.
Keeps smiling.
He slept deeply, so why does he feel so empty?
Deep down he had been hoping.
Sharing a bed with Mom.
Closing his eyes.
The moist sensation on his lips.
It was a kiss.
Then he had simply fallen asleep.
He feels refreshed.
Like he could do anything.
“Look over there, Hyun-woo.”
“Yeah, the view’s nice.”
Clean air.
A quiet walking path.
People pass by now and then, but
the atmosphere is different from the city.
Full of ease.
His mother holds up her phone.
Naturally poses.
They press their heads together.
Smile wide.
Click.
A presence.
A couple.
Walking arm in arm.
Their gazes turn this way.
They approach.
“Excuse me… If you have a moment, could you take a picture for us? We’ll take one for you two as well.”
“Sure, let’s do that.”
His mother takes the woman’s phone.
Camera app already open.
The couple links arms.
They smile brightly and hold up two fingers in a V.
Click.
The man looks somehow unsatisfied.
His mother notices and suggests one more.
“Come on… You two are a couple, right? There’s no one watching—get into it.”
“Okay, hehe…”
The woman’s hand wraps around the man’s waist.
She holds him tight.
Rests her head on his shoulder.
His hand settles on her ass.
Click.
“Check it.”
“Thank you, wow… You take great pictures.”
“Yeah, taking selfies is a hobby of mine.”
“Want to pose?”
“Sure, take one for us.”
His mother hands over the phone.
Steps back one pace.
Rests her head on her son’s shoulder.
Her arm wraps around his waist.
Her son stands stiff and awkward.
Click.
“Hey, mister, be more proactive… Your girlfriend looks awkward.”
“Hehe… Does it look that way?”
“Oh, wait—did I make a mistake?”
The woman looks flustered.
His mother waves it off.
Smiles brightly.
Once again she wraps her arm around her son’s waist.
Subtly guides his hand.
To the lower part of her slim waist.
Her hip.
He has no choice but to rest it there lightly.
The stares are heavy.
He turns his head.
Their eyes meet.
“Mm…”
“Oh my…”
The woman is startled.
Lips have met lips.
Softly overlapping.
A kiss.
She pulled him in.
A sudden move.
Her son is flustered.
But then
his hands move.
Wrapping around his mother’s waist.
Pulling her close.
An embrace.
Click.