The Plan
The sound of friction.
A wet, squelching noise.
Her ass jutting out.
And there—
A dark, unmistakable wet stain blooming across the crotch of his mother’s panties.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
Breaths so heavy they seemed ready to choke them both.
A little twitch. Another.
His mother’s hips jerked upward, then sank back down, limp.
Once more his hand slid deep inside the panties that cupped the upper curve of her ass, gliding over the rise of her pelvis, then dragging back down to seize a full handful of flesh.
Clockwise.
Round and round.
Her ass swayed under his palm.
“Nnngh… haa… nn… haa…”
Their gazes crossed—mother and son, eyes bloodshot, locked.
They simply stared, dazed, as if time itself had stopped.
His hand never paused. It traveled past the soft fold beneath her ass, down the length of her thigh, halted at her ankle, then traced slowly upward again. That wicked hand slipped between her legs, right into the heat of her, while their eyes stayed fixed on each other—deliberately, brazenly, pushing just a little deeper.
“Nngh…!”
Her whole body jerked hard. His fingers froze, buried deep in the cleft of her groin. Her face twisted as if a spasm had seized her.
His own underwear strained, tented high by the thick, upright cock that refused to go down.
“I warned you…”
“You don’t like it…?”
“A massage like this… you should be giving it to other women… not to your mother…”
“Should I stop…?”
“The lower half is enough… put the gel on my back… please…”
“Okay, Mom…”
He withdrew his hand. A temporary retreat.
The wet stain kept spreading. Arousal. Their breathing slowly evened out.
His mother stretched her legs straight back behind her, returning from that indecent sprawl to a more ordinary pose, then rested them across his thighs.
He squeezed a long ribbon of gel onto his slick palms, rubbed them together, and leaned forward. His body glided over hers. Both hands reached for the narrow dip of her waist—and finally made contact.
“Mmm…”
Slowly upward, sweeping past her shoulders, across her back, until he arrived. He spread his arms wide, coating her all the way to the wrists with a generous layer of gel, then reversed course. His hands slid, paused at the straps of her sports bra, and slipped inside—very slowly, sideways, toward her breasts. They seemed about to ride down over the soft swells, only to drop lower instead. Over and over.
“Mmm… haa… mmm… haa…”
Her breathing roughened again. His gentle touch hovered just shy of true contact, teasing her mercilessly.
Her entire body gleamed under the living-room lights, coated in gel—radiant, breathtaking. A body that looked almost unreal. His gaze lingered on her for a long time.
How long had it been?
“That’s… enough now…”
“Okay. Good work, Mom.”
“Hehe… what good work? You’re the one who did all the hard part…”
“Oh—right. I forgot the towels.”
“There should be plenty hanging in the laundry room. Grab a few.”
“Got it.”
He rose in a half-crouch. His mother gave a small, knowing smile. Something still thrashed inside his underwear as if it meant to tear free—thirty full minutes of unbroken erection, twitching and pulsing the entire time. She had watched it from the start, meeting his eyes now and then, never looking away. That stare. Her heart fluttered. She felt like a girl again—shy, dizzy, and so very good.
A massage like this… she really shouldn’t get addicted.
His hands were growing bolder. Someday, if he never stopped, he would reach that place for real.
Footsteps returned. This time he stood straight, the erection finally subsided. He wiped every inch of her prone body with careful thoroughness. She propped her chin on one hand and watched him; he avoided her eyes.
“All done.”
“Good. My turn now… lie down.”
“Okay.”
“Just like Mom did—legs out to the side. You know how.”
His eyes went wide. The corner of her mouth curled upward, a quiet promise of payback. She shifted aside. The spot she left still held her warmth.
Slowly he stretched out on his stomach. Embarrassment. Her gaze on him. The roles had reversed completely.
“Hyun-woo? I told you to open your legs.”
“Ah… just a second.”
His ears flushed scarlet. Shame and excitement tangled together. Carefully he spread the legs he had stretched behind him. She settled comfortably between them, lifted one of his legs, and rested it across her own thigh. Soft skin against soft skin. He pressed his lips tight and endured it.
“Your calves are all knotted up.”
“Are they?”
“Mm. Probably from the long walk… perfect timing, then.”
She squeezed gel onto her palm, rubbed it in, and pressed firmly against his calf.
“Nngh…”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little…”
“You have to work these out right away. You’re young, so they’ll loosen up fast.”
She put real strength into her hands, kneading again and again. Her touch traveled downward, from ankle upward in slow, gentle strokes. The wet friction of gel. The underside of his thigh. She seemed about to stop—then went lower still.
“Nngh… haa… nngh… haa…”
His breathing grew ragged. Little twitches. She hadn’t even properly started, yet her eyes locked on one place: the crotch of his underwear, the thick shape swelling larger by the second, unmistakably hard under her hands. Arousal.
“How does it feel now…?”
“Better… not as sore as a minute ago…”
“Good… since you massaged Mom, you can tell me anytime something hurts…”
“Yeah… your hands are so soft, Mom…”
“Hehe… open your legs just a little more… mm…?”
Her gel-slick fingers pushed deeper along his inner thigh, climbing higher until they met the sports briefs covering his ass. Her upper body leaned forward naturally, bringing everything into close-up.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
That part of him was impossible to miss—fully erect again. It had calmed while he fetched the towels, but now it was back. A strange, electric feeling. Just a little farther inward, into the crease of his groin, the same sensitive place he had tormented on her. How would it feel?
“Ugh…!”
His body jerked. His hips lifted, then dropped, limp. The exact same reaction. Just like Mom. So you feel it too. Right here. How unbearable it is—you understand now, don’t you? That wicked hand. Even though I told you not to. My son.
“Nngh…! Haa… nngh…! Haa…”
Her fingers seemed to retreat outward, then dug back in. A ticklish rush, then a full-body shiver. Goosebumps. Twitch after twitch. He was hypersensitive now, barely holding onto his senses.
“Wait, Mom… nngh…!”
“Is it too much?”
“Yeah… just let me rest a second.”
The sensation vanished as she pulled her hand away. He managed a shaky breath. She squeezed more gel onto her palm, rubbed it in, and sent her hand climbing over the waistband of his briefs. Sudden friction.
“Nngh…! Haa…”
“Hehe… the legs seem fine now… shall we try the upper half…?”
She shifted position, kneeling. Too short to reach properly, she slid forward until her torso draped over him. Hot breath brushed his reddened ear. Her hands were already at his shoulders, the wet sound of gel, soft and unhurried.
“You’re really tense…”
“You can stop now, Mom…”
In that instant her center of gravity failed. She toppled onto his gel-slick body.
“Oh my!”
Warmth pressed against his ass—especially warm, and damp. Her soft, slippery breasts crushed flat against his back.
“Sorry… did I startle you?”
“No, it’s fine… guess I’ll need another shower.”
“Hehe… your body is so solid, Hyun-woo…”
Her arms slid around his waist from behind, pulling him into a full back-hug. She rested her head on his shoulder. For a moment neither spoke. Mother and son, wearing nothing but underwear, simply felt each other.
“You’re so warm…”
Hyun-woo said nothing. There was nothing to say. He could only feel her with his back and his ass—her breasts, and the damp heat of her pussy. It felt far too good. If only the bra and panties could come off…
“I should go wash up. You rest now too.”
“Yeah… I need a shower myself…”
“Hehe…”
He turned his head. Their eyes met. She smiled brightly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Sleep well.”
“You too, Mom.”
She rose and walked toward the master bedroom. He stared blankly after her—the sway of her ass, the gleaming, dazzling lines of her body—until the door closed and she was gone.
He stuffed the blanket and towels into the washer, then headed for the bathroom. His sticky briefs still carried the memory of her hands. He yanked them down in one motion. Something sprang free like a coiled spring—his cock, already smeared with thick fluid. He gripped it hard, eyes shut, and imagined driving it straight into the wet stain on his mother’s panties.
Full-length mirror.
She stood straight and peeled off the sports bra and panties, tossing them aside. A long, viscous string of fluid stretched between the fabric and her body—pussy juice, still connected. So-young bit her lower lip.
Did Hyun-woo… see it too?
A sharp jolt of heat. More liquid welled up and spilled between her thighs, trailing down her legs, soaking into the floor.
“Haa… haa…”
Her pubic hair was already soaked. She only waxed the edges that might peek out of a swimsuit; the rest was soft and damp. White streaks marked the crease of her groin where her son’s fingers had been. She touched the spot lightly.
“Nnngh…!”
A thin moan. Bloodshot eyes. Her body began to tremble. She cupped her breasts, kneading them, pinching the stiff nipples and giving them little flicks. Strength left her legs. She braced both arms against the wall and shuffled, step by step, into the bathroom. The moment she crossed the threshold she sank down, twisted the shower on, spread her legs wide, and aimed the spray straight at her pussy. Her head fell back. A cry tore free.
“Haa… haa… Hyun-woo… nnngh…”
Pink folds, flooded and twitching. She slid a finger in slowly. The wet sound of friction. Deeper. Out, then in again. Faster.
“Ahh… nnnn… ahhng… nngh…!”
Liquid sprayed with every thrust—pussy juice. She worked her breasts with her free hand, focusing hard on the image of that thick cock swelling inside her son’s briefs. Racing toward the peak.
“Ahhhnnngh…! Nnnngh!!”
Her body locked rigid in an instant. Eyes flew open—nothing but ceiling. Vertigo. She rested her head against the wall and closed them again. Masturbation while picturing her son. She lay sprawled, no strength left even to clean herself up.
One photo from his aunt.
The outfit she planned to wear today—the same Dongtan Look he’d seen before. She posed with the hem deliberately hiked up. The focal point: a string thong that left her pussy completely bare, nothing hidden.
Another photo arrived—traditional liquor. She was serious this time. Something was definitely going to happen. Fine. Enjoy it, just like Aunt said. Nothing bad for him in any of this. Mom already gave permission, after all. What was she plotting?
Footsteps outside. A knock.
“Hyun-woo?”
“Yeah, Mom.”
The door opened. His mother’s bright smile—and then her clothes. Not the usual loungewear she wore around the house. Bare skin flashed at the edges. Slacks below; above, a sheer blouse that left almost nothing to the imagination. A bold outfit. Blood rushed straight downward.
“Your aunt will be here soon… I already set out dinner, so let’s eat together?”
“Okay. Be right out.”
A little early for dinner. He forced his mind under control. Aunt’s voice floated in from the entryway. He went out to greet her.