Plans
A woman approaches, wanting to show them the photo she just took.
Lips part from lips, slowly drawing away. A hand rests on a hip, then pulls back.
"You two must have been together a long time... You look so good together."
"He's my son."
"What?"
The woman startles. The man beside her does the same. Smiling, So-young holds up her SNS account—an influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers.
"Wow... You're famous. Sorry I didn't recognize you."
"It's fine. That just means you thought I looked young, so I'm flattered."
"He really is your son... He's tall... and handsome."
"Yes, I hear that a lot."
She uploads the photo the woman took. Curiosity prickles about what comments will appear—along with a flicker of embarrassment. A picture of her kissing her mother. In Korea, at least, it edges just past the line.
The couple keeps glancing back as they drift away, murmuring. The words don't carry clearly, but they saw a mother and son kiss right in front of them.
"Shall we keep walking, Hyun-woo?"
"Yeah. That photo we just took... people won't say anything weird, will they?"
"Hehe... Maybe."
"People see things the same way, I guess... Because Mom looks so young."
"It felt nice, though. Girlfriend... hehe."
Mom beams and takes her son's hand. They start walking slowly, like a couple, talking as they go. A happy stretch of time.
A thought surfaces. The message from her sister—she'd tried turning on Hyun-woo's computer, but it was password-locked, so she couldn't check. Maybe she shouldn't have asked. He's such a good, lovable son.
Inside the car, on the road home. Mom looks especially cheerful, wearing jeans and a crop top that shows a sliver of her navel. Cute.
A thought strikes him—Mom's birthday gift. It isn't far off.
"Is there... anything you want as a present?"
"All of a sudden?"
"Just... it came to mind, so I asked."
"Hehe... Our son. Were you still thinking about what Mom said yesterday?"
"It's not like that..."
She'd scolded him. It had been provocative. I'll knock you down. Words that came out because she was drunk, but she'd remembered. Mom had too—purely. He'd only wanted to know what she might like, yet now he regrets asking.
"Hmm... What kind of gift would Mom want..."
The conversation stalls. Hyun-woo thinks he shouldn't have brought it up. And So-young's heart races. The air turns awkward. All she needs is Hyun-woo. Really, that alone. Normally she would have said it without a second thought, so why is it so hard to speak now?
Silence. A little later they enter the city. They stop at a light. Looking out at the scenery, Hyun-woo's eyes catch a shop—famous for its underwear brand, the kind of sports bras and panties that are trending.
"Um... how about that, Mom?"
"Hm?"
"Over there... a lot of people wear that brand's underwear these days... and it's comfortable."
Where her son's gaze has stopped, Mom looks too. A faint smile forms.
"Not bad. Maybe it's age, but these days I'm drawn more to comfort than pretty lingerie."
"I didn't mean it like that... it just popped into my head... I thought it might be nice if you wore that kind during a massage."
"Ah... I was wondering. Well, when you put gel on, it gets on the clothes no matter what... unless it's a swimsuit."
"Like you said, it would be good to sleep in too. I'll grab a couple for myself."
"Alright then... should I pull over?"
"Yeah."
They park beside the store and get out together. Perfect. No reason for suspicion. A rare gift—no, the first one he's ever given her. Strange. The moment he saw the underwear shop, the words just came out. He wanted to see it again—Mom's body in a micro bikini. It won't be that extreme, of course. Too much for home wear.
Inside the store, a clerk guides them. Sports underwear sets. Mom's gift first. Different colors only. He asks the price and is startled—pretty expensive for underwear.
"Please wrap five sets of these, one of each color."
"Oh my... Hyun-woo, one set is plenty... they're expensive."
"I still have the allowance you gave me. It's not my money, so just wear them."
"Hehe... Thanks to having such a good son, I get expensive presents like this... You pick some out too."
His turn now. For men, just the briefs. He only meant to buy two, but Mom insists on five, one of each color. A smile tugs at the clerk's mouth. On the receipt, the son's underwear is paid for by the mother, and the mother's by the son. They walk out carrying shopping bags, climb into the car, stow them in the back seat, and head home.
"How did you even think of that?"
"The underwear?"
"Yeah."
"Nothing else was coming to mind... It caught my eye at the light, so I asked."
"Hehe... Good job. Underwear is a gift people give a lot... and Mom didn't really have anything she wanted."
"I'm glad you like them."
"They'll be good for massages too... With the clothes I already have, I always worry about the gel getting on them."
"Yeah... then you'd have to wash them."
"Right. Even though it's underwear, I think I'll be able to wear it comfortably at home... Anyway, thank you."
Mom is happy for him. Massage. He hadn't planned it that way, but the image of her in a sports underwear set makes him look forward to it. If gel gets on them, they can just be washed, and he bought plenty of spares. He's nervous. Like yesterday. The micro bikini—almost naked. Without worrying about dirtying clothes, freely, with his son's hands.
"Will you do it again today?"
"The massage?"
"Yeah. If you're tired, you can rest."
"I'll do it. I'm feeling good."
"Hehe... You little brat. If you use those bad hands like yesterday, Mom's going to get mad, okay?"
She knew. Of course she would. Legs spread, the pink outer folds of Mom's pussy, liquid trailing down. The memory is still vivid. He'd touched her ass too, her shoulders and back. The feel of her still lingers.
"I was just clumsy. Would I use bad hands on Mom? Today will be different."
"Alright. Let's eat something simple for dinner... Tomorrow's a day off too, so we can take our time? When we're done, Mom will do you too."
Blood rushes downward. Something reacts. Mom will do him too. Like yesterday—only the swimsuit will become panties. Should he go for it? Today. In a little while. At home. If he rolls onto his back, his hard cock will be right there for Mom. But how can he show it naturally? The erectile dysfunction bait has gone cold. It touched Mom's ass. When he held her and slept, in bed, it was pressed under her belly. She must have felt it. Think. There's still time.
A phone vibrates. Mom's. Still driving. Her sister's number lights up. Mom snatches it quickly.
"Unnie, we'll be home soon, so I'll call you right back."
She hangs up. A reliable helper, working to connect mother and son. Perfect timing. What words will she use to stir Mom's heart? He wonders.
The car enters the parking garage and stops. Hyun-woo picks up the shopping bags from the back seat. Mom doesn't get out yet.
"I'll go up first."
"I'll be up soon, so rest first. Order something if you want."
"Yeah. How about tray jjajangmyeon and sweet-and-sour pork for a change?"
"Sounds good."
The son gives her space. Mom watches him go, then calls her sister.
"Yeah, did you get there?"
"Just now."
"Hehe... You sound like you're in a really good mood."
"It was more healing than I expected... Hyun-woo picked a good place for the trip."
"I saw the photos you posted on SNS. Anyone looking would think you were lovers. The comments too."
"What are they saying? I couldn't really check while driving."
"It's chaos... Especially the photo of you kissing Hyun-woo. People are putting question marks asking if he's your boyfriend, saying the son thing is just a cover."
"Pfft. I'll have to check once I'm inside."
"You did well, So-young."
"Unnie, really... That again?"
"You look happy. But stop there."
"...Yeah. I plan to."
"Hyun-woo knows how you feel too... How much you cherish and love him..."
"He gave me a gift."
"Hyun-woo did?"
"Yeah. On the way home he asked... if there was anything I wanted..."
"That kid's a filial son too."
"Nothing particular came to mind... Then at a light Hyun-woo spotted an underwear shop."
"Hehe... So he bought you underwear?"
"Yeah. Mine, and Hyun-woo's together."
"Oh my... Look at these kids. You really look like a couple."
Her heart lurches. The word her sister just spoke. Couple. Her breathing quickens. Alone in the car, she glances around. No one. Her legs press together.
"Stop it already... I have to go inside... If you keep saying things like that I won't be able to look at Hyun-woo's face..."
"Hehe... Are you turned on? I can hear everything, you little minx."
"Fine. There's no one else I can talk to about this except you... Hearing the word couple made me a little..."
"So you've decided to be honest?"
"Only with you, Unnie."
"You'll put on the underwear Hyun-woo bought you once you're home?"
"Yeah... We agreed on a massage..."
"In the underwear?"
"When it's over... I said I'd do him too."
"Oh my... Mother and son in nothing but underwear, rubbing each other?"
"Haa... haa..."
"I'm jealous. That bikini photo you posted yesterday was practically naked too."
"Hyun-woo's... down there got big."
"From seeing you in the bikini?"
"Yeah... He hugged me from behind and I felt it... That Hyun-woo is healthy..."
"Strange. The memo clearly said erectile dysfunction."
"How hot and... hard it was..."
"Hyun-woo's cock?"
"Haa...! Haa...!"
The conversation turns explicit. Her son's cock. The condo. The terrace. Yesterday's memories rise fresh. Soft hands. Caressing her ass. Slowly upward. Then down again. From her ankles. Calves, thighs. And... her groin. Deep. Her legs had opened without thinking. Her son's gaze. He definitely saw. Mom's pussy.
"Hyun-woo got hard looking at his naked mother... You should be happy."
"Haa...! Haa...! You're right, he did... Looking at me... he got hard... Hyun-woo's there..."
"His cock."
"C... cock..."
"Hehe... That's right. You said you decided to be honest. I can't say things like this anywhere else either."
"Haa... I remember, Unnie... When Hyun-woo held me and we lay down... I felt it..."
"He got hard again? For his mom?"
"Yeah... His breathing was so rough... He must have been excited..."
"So what did you do?"
"I stayed still... Then suddenly Hyun-woo... held me and... fell asleep..."
"And his cock?"
"Under my belly... I felt it. So hot and... hard and... twitching..."
"Say it properly."
"My son's cock... haa...! Haa...!"
So-young moans, tipping her head back. Heat. Thick beads of sweat from her forehead. Arousal.
"I'm so jealous... enough to make me angry... Hm?"
"It must have been a physiological thing... You said there wasn't a single line about me... Haa... haa... Just a second..."
She sets the phone down. Her legs ease open little by little. She reclines the driver's seat. So-young's hand travels somewhere—into her jeans, past her panties, to the place already slick and wet. Her pussy. She pushes a finger in.
"Nnngh...! Ahaaang...! Hyun-woo... nngh..."
Her body shudders, burning with desire. Imagining her son. The cock that had pressed against her ass and under her belly. Parent and child. A chill. Her eyes fly wide, as if she might be swallowed whole.
"Aaaah...!"
Her body locks for an instant. Her reclined torso snaps forward. Sweat drips. Climax. Her lips glisten. Sticky fluid trails downward. She barely gathers her senses, steadies her breathing, and brings the phone back to her ear.
"Haa... haa... Sorry, Unnie..."
"It's fine. I enjoyed it too... My pussy's all slippery."
"You have your husband, Unnie..."
"Never mind that. About what we were saying earlier... If he can get hard normally, that means it's been resolved, right?"
"Yeah..."
"It seemed a little strange... It looked really serious... He was watching a lot of videos too..."
"Maybe the hospital treated him... Or else... No, wait..."
"Something come to mind?"
"Something Hyun-woo said..."
"What?"
"He said it was because it was Mom..."
Her son's back hug. On the condo terrace. The hard cock she'd felt against her ass. The words that followed. Because it's Mom. A shiver races through So-young. Her heart feels ready to burst.