The Plan
Over the phone.
Nothing but breathing.
Growing rougher by the second.
Her sister's quickening breath.
And then—
A moan.
"So-young..."
"Unnie, what are you doing right now?"
"Hehe... Lying on the bed with my legs spread open... Fingers just barely... against my pussy..."
"I see... I just finished..."
"What you said earlier... was that true?"
"Yeah... He definitely said it... Hyun-woo did..."
"I don't know... Right now, all I can think is... because I'm his mom..."
"That doesn't mean there's something wrong with him, does it...?"
"He said he felt it, didn't he? That hot, hard cock of his..."
"You're right... He did. Under his hips and his stomach..."
Silence.
Breathing that slowly settled.
Even a cough.
"Don't take everything I say at face value... Just keep it in mind."
"Okay. Did something occur to you?"
"There's no way he said that to you for no reason... And yet he still gets hard."
"Yeah... It keeps bothering me. I tried to brush it off as something he just said in passing, but... what did he mean...?"
"That notepad entry I saw on Hyun-woo's computer... Combined with what he told you yesterday..."
"Stop dragging it out and just say it."
"What if... he isn't cured at all... What if he only responds... to you?"
"What...? What are you talking about..."
"Think about it... Honestly, Hyun-woo is handsome, tall, and built... Girls should be all over him. You really think nothing like that has ever come up?"
"Besides me...? Other women...?"
"I'm just saying keep it in mind... It's only a theory. Maybe he just... can't get hard in front of other women..."
"That's insane... If what you're saying is true, that's an even bigger problem. That can't be right."
"Kids these days move fast... There's even a saying—sex first, relationship later. You really think Hyun-woo has never had that kind of experience?"
Objectively speaking, Hyun-woo was a fine-looking man. Even her sister had said she wanted a piece of him. It made her angry—but if she thought about it carefully, other women would feel the same. The women from those joking comments. The models. The one with the bronze skin. Men would line up for a guy like that. And she had seemed interested in Hyun-woo, too. It was only a guess. But if that were the case—then other women as well. Toward Hyun-woo.
"It makes sense... Hyun-woo doesn't go out much, but the idea that there's been no one at all just doesn't add up..."
"Right? You know better than anyone... Hyun-woo is the kind of man a woman wants to be held by. From a woman's point of view."
"Yeah... This feels weird... What if it's true...?"
"I know... They say erectile dysfunction at that age is usually psychological..."
"If he only responds to me... because he's comfortable with me...?"
"The opposite, more likely."
"What do you mean...?"
"Because you're his mom... Infinitely comfortable family—but also sexy... stunning... a woman he wants to hold..."
"Unnie... You said Hyun-woo would never..."
"Yeah. At least in the notepad I saw, there was nothing. Not a single trace of anything about you..."
"Haa... What am I supposed to do with this...? My head's a mess..."
"So-young."
"Yeah..."
"I thought of one way to find out... But before I say it, I need you to promise you won't get mad."
The moment the words left her sister's mouth, So-young already knew. What her sister was about to suggest. No. Unnie. He's your nephew. What are you planning to do?
"Can you handle it, Unnie?"
"Promise first."
"You fucking bitch—what if he gets hard? You gonna let him have a go?"
"You figured it out. Hehe..."
"Ugh, this is so annoying... I'm already losing my mind over this..."
"He's my nephew. Still hung up on that? I told you it was a joke... We just need to check."
"This is crazy... I'd rather just live not knowing."
"With your personality? As if. You think I'd bring this up if it weren't serious?"
So-young had nothing left to say. Her sister was right. Her head already ached enough as it was—and now the idea that he only responded to her. No. That couldn't be. But if it really were true... What then?
Haa... Haa...
Why was she trembling? Excitement? Crazy bitch. Did she like this? What was she even planning to do—fuck her own son? Haa... Haa... No. That couldn't happen. If something like that ever did, she would have to die. Hyun-woo's whole future stretched out ahead of him. There were plenty of good women besides her. Why her, of all people? No. That was exactly why. She liked it... Too much. But if he got hard in front of her sister? In front of another woman? She'd rather that. Fuck. She didn't know.
"Can I curse at you one more time?"
"Go ahead."
"... You piece of shit. Your heart racing at the thought of seeing your nephew's cock? Fine, try it—but if you do anything weird, I'll kill you."
"Well said. That had some bite."
"You promise too."
"Yeah. Since you'll obviously worry, we'll do it at your place."
"Our place?"
"That's the only way you'll feel safe, right? What, you thought I was going to drag him out somewhere? You fucking bitch—what do you take me for?"
"I'm sorry. I take back the cursing."
"Forget it. Given what I said to you, I can't blame you for misunderstanding... I'll check and tell you right away."
"I need to rest for a bit... I'm dizzy."
"Okay. Hyun-woo will be waiting, so rest first and then go in... He'll start worrying again."
She was exhausted. Did Hyun-woo know what was going on inside her? Better if he didn't. What kind of mother looked at her own child that way? Of course she loved him. But this was a different kind of love entirely. Crazy bitch.
The jajangmyeon platter and sweet-and-sour pork arrived. Set out on the table. No sign of Mom coming in yet. She was probably still talking with Aunt. He'd wait.
His phone buzzed.
A message from Aunt. One photo.
Legs spread open. A wet stain standing out sharp and clear. Liquid trailing down in thick strands. Pussy juice.
The front door. A presence. He closed his phone and went out to the living room to meet her.
Mom, sweeping her hair back. A little mussed. Eyes slightly unfocused. She looked tired.
"That took a while."
"Yeah... I was on the phone with your aunt."
"The jajangmyeon platter and sweet-and-sour pork set came. Eat with me."
"Okay. Let's go."
They sat down at the table. Maybe he'd imagined it. Mom was smiling wide—her trademark smile, the little mole beside her left eye. The more he looked, the more beautiful she was. Her eyes kept flicking toward him. He deliberately ignored it. Whatever the two women had talked about between themselves. He focused on dinner.
Mom was devouring her food. Jajang sauce on her lips. He dabbed it off lightly with a tissue.
"Rest a bit after you eat. I'm too full right now."
"Okay. I'll be in my room—call me when you're ready."
"Lay a blanket out in the living room. And the gel."
The familiarity of it. The scene he'd been waiting for. Soon his cock would be right in front of her. Could she really get used to her son's cock? If she could just manage that—wrap her hand around the shaft, stroke it, and eventually take it in her mouth. Push it into Mom's pussy. He had to make it happen.
He cleared the takeout containers and went to his room. The new underwear he'd bought. Should he try it on? T-shirt off. Panties and pants yanked down together. Sports briefs. Way too tight. He looked in the mirror. That part bulged out unmistakably—even without an erection, it showed far too much. When it got hard, Mom would see. No. Next time, these would have to come off too. He had to show her his cock. Get her used to it.
Onto the bed. He lay down, pulled the blanket halfway up, and waited.
Thirty minutes. An hour.
A knock.
"Hyun-woo?"
"Yeah, Mom."
"Come out to the living room."
He stood up. Off the bed. His heart hammering. Nothing but a single pair of briefs. At the condo he'd worn swim trunks and nothing else—but the atmosphere was completely different now. He steadied his racing chest and headed for the living room.
Mom sitting on the floor. A sports bra. Black. The gift he'd bought her. Closer and closer. Her bare waist fully exposed. The fabric hugging her hips. Her ass, too. Sports panties.
"You waited a long time, didn't you? I needed to digest a bit, so I was late."
"It's fine. I dozed off for a bit... You looked tired earlier, but you're back to normal."
"Hehe... Should I just lie down?"
"Yeah. Spread your legs a little for me... I'll get right in and start kneading."
"... Okay."
Her son's bold demand. Spread her legs. A position she'd done a few times before. So-young lay face-down on the blanket. Tension. Even when she'd worn that micro bikini that barely covered anything, it hadn't been like this. She was trembling. A lot.
Slowly, she parted her legs. Hyun-woo slipped between them and settled into a comfortable position, resting her spread legs naturally across his thighs. His gaze stopped. Dead center of Mom's crotch. Covered by black sports panties.
"I'm starting... Tell me if it hurts."
The quiet living room. Gel squeezed out into his palm with a long sshhk. A light touch on her leg.
His son's hands.
"Mmm...!"
She flinched. The reaction was different. Far more than yesterday. He'd only just touched her. Warmth against his palm. Her toes. Carefully. Very slowly. Between each one. Plenty of gel.
"Mmm... Haa... Mmm... Haa..."
She was hypersensitive. Hyun-woo could tell. Mom's body was already heated. He'd massaged her plenty of times before—but she kept twitching. Her legs gleaming, coated in gel. He glided upward. Her thighs. Higher and higher. The panties wrapping the back of her ass. His fingertips caught on the edge. Back down. All the way to her ankles. Repeat.
"Haa... Haa..."
"You said you have a shoot the day after tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah... A pictorial..."
"Hehe... Maybe it's just me, but your legs look even prettier. What do you think, Mom?"
"I don't know... I don't stare at them the way you do..."
"Is that a bad look...?"
"It's fine... I'm your mom. Look all you want..."
Up again. Past her calves. Past her thighs. Catching on the panties. He almost pulled them down—then decided. His hand slipped inside.
"Mmm...! Haa..."
Clean entry. Bare ass. A full handful. He squeezed, cupping his palm. The flesh dimpling under his grip. Clockwise. Round and round. Mom's ass trembling. Her breathing growing rougher.
"Hyun-woo..."
"Yeah..."
"Naughty hands..."
"Want me to pull them out...?"
"... Be careful."
"Got it."
"Haa...! Mmmnn...! Haa..."
Breathing. Moans tangled through it. Just for a moment—kneading, fondling. Then his hand slipped free of the panties, emerging above her hip. Down again. He pulled his hand out completely. Gliding downward. Stopping at her thigh. His thumb edged in—deep into the crease of her crotch. Pressing in.
"Haaa...! Mmm...!"
Mom's waist sank to the floor. Her shoulders and ass lifted slightly. Softly. Slowly. Warmth against his fingers. Into the folded seam between her legs. Touching.
"Haa... Haa..."
Teasingly. Giving her enough to feel every bit of it. His fingers working deeper. And in that moment—Mom's legs bent at the knees. He hadn't said a word. She did it herself. Her ass lifted into a hip-up, filling his vision. Growing larger. Watermelon-sized. Close-up. Her crotch. The gap between. Crossing back and forth.
Something growing larger. Her son's cock. Pointing hard toward Mom's entrance. Nodding vigorously with each pulse.
"Aahh... Haa... Mmm...! Haa..."
Hyun-woo's gaze locked in place. Almost too much. Blatant. Mom turned her head to the side. Half-lidded eyes. Her son's briefs entering her field of vision. Growing bigger. A tingling sensation. Something wet against her lower body. Liquid seeping from her pussy. Mom's panties soaking through. Her son's eyes. Fixed exactly there.