The Plan (3)
So-jin knocks on Hyun-woo’s door.
A moment later it opens, and her nephew appears.
His face is flushed.
Her gaze drops lower.
His posture is somehow awkward.
She grins as she speaks.
“What were you working so hard on? Your face is all red.”
“Ah, I was watching soccer… the team I was rooting for kept getting scored on.”
“Well, resting at home is fine, but don’t focus too hard… you’ll wear yourself out.”
“Yes… are you going out?”
“Yeah, going on a little date with your mom for once… is that okay?”
A silhouette is faintly visible behind his aunt.
It’s Mom.
He’s flustered, but he tries to act as if nothing happened.
He greets her.
Aunt’s expression is anything but ordinary.
Surely she didn’t catch me?
Mom and Aunt leave the house.
He finally lets out a breath of relief.
He perches on the chair.
His sweat has cooled.
Fuck, I was just about to come.
He turns on the monitor.
A feast of bare flesh unfolds.
A man’s hips drive down with force.
It’s a staged video, but it’s mother-and-son porn.
He shuts it off.
He opens a notepad.
The plan for seducing Mom is written out in dense detail.
He erases the first step.
It was a success.
Now it’s time to move on to the next stage.
This is where it really begins.
Light skinship.
He has to repeat it until it becomes familiar.
Even when he hugged Mom from behind that morning, he had the second step in mind.
Fortunately, Mom showed no rejection.
Just that much.
It’s the most he can manage right now.
He needs to push a little further.
Is there some clever angle?
He thinks it over carefully.
Nothing comes easily.
He concentrates.
A quiet corner table in a café near Hyun-woo’s house.
Two women chat.
So-young and So-jin.
Sisters.
Their parents died early.
Both of them are raising children now, so it feels a little less sharp, but for a long time they were each other’s only blood.
They have leaned on each other since they were small.
Younger sister So-young.
Her feelings for her older sister run deep.
She visits the house about twice a week.
They repeat the same old stories, yet whenever she’s with her sister the piled-up stress simply flies away.
She’s grateful for a sister like that.
“You having sex these days?”
“I haven’t met a man in quite a while, Unnie.”
“How about finding a fuck buddy at least? It’s a waste… that face and body of yours.”
“Not really.”
“If you end up sexually frustrated, you’re the only one who suffers.”
“Doesn’t matter. As long as I have Hyun-woo, I’m fine.”
So-jin’s gaze stays fixed.
She slowly looks her little sister’s figure up and down.
Even to a woman’s eyes, it’s magnificent.
The face, too.
So-jin herself never comes off poorly, yet looking at her sister still stirs a quiet jealousy.
That’s how well the face and body hold up.
And she takes care of herself so thoroughly.
So-young, who only ever looks at her son, feels stifling.
You only live once—enjoying yourself along the way wouldn’t be so bad.
If I had a body and face like that, I’d be out hunting handsome guys who fuck well.
“Unnie, stop staring so hard.”
“I’m looking because you’re pretty… don’t you ever age?”
“It’s not that extreme… lately I can feel my skin getting dull.”
“If I were you, I’d be spreading my legs all over the place.”
“Unnie, really… that’s embarrassing.”
The reason they left a comfortable house and came outside on purpose.
To talk dirty.
Normally their conversations stay trivial, but once the mood hits they burn through sex topics.
Free-spirited So-jin.
So-young has known that side of her sister for a long time.
They don’t do it now, but until a few years ago her sister and brother-in-law enjoyed swinging and chodaenam play.
Listening to those stories used to ease her own urges to some degree.
And she felt envious, too.
“How are Min-su and Ji-hyeon? It’s been a while since I saw their faces.”
“Same as always, I guess.”
“Sounds like you’ve got a lot of grievances yourself, Unnie.”
“We were talking about sex—why suddenly bring up the kids… it’s annoying.”
“…I was just curious.”
“That Min-su bastard… he got a girlfriend a little while ago… you have no idea how much he’s running around outside.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. He was already blunt, and now that he’s got a girlfriend he pretends his mom doesn’t even exist… little shit.”
“Even so, you shouldn’t curse at your own child…”
“You have Hyun-woo looking after you.”
They’re both in the position of raising kids, so it can’t be helped.
The conversation shifts naturally.
Even So-jin’s lips, which had been chattering nonstop, press shut.
She sips her coffee.
“You have brother-in-law, Unnie.”
“I married well, at least.”
So-jin beams.
Her energy returns at once.
In front of her little sister she starts talking about her husband’s equipment.
How well he fucks.
How good his stamina is.
“I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but after seeing Hyun-woo today, my husband suddenly came to mind.”
“Why?”
“No idea. It just did.”
“That’s lame…”
“Doesn’t Hyun-woo look like he’d be good at being a man?”
“What are you talking about, Unnie?”
“Like he’d fuck well.”
“Unnie!”
So-young snaps in anger.
The level really was too high.
Her sister admits the mistake and bows her head.
He’s the son she wouldn’t trade for the world.
She cannot tolerate him being included in sexual conversation.
The atmosphere sinks.
They rise from their seats.
They step outside.
“Hey, you’re not mad, right?”
So-young puts a cigarette between her lips.
She doesn’t smoke often.
Only occasionally when stress piles up.
Her sister knows that.
She knows exactly how her little sister feels.
They light up together.
“I went too far. I shouldn’t have made that kind of joke about Hyun-woo.”
“As long as you know. I don’t even know why I got like that… I tried to let it slide lightly, but I suddenly flared up.”
“Yeah. It’s not like you have a husband… Hyun-woo is your only child… I’ll be careful from now on.”
“It’s fine. I’m over it now… I’m going to the skin-care shop tomorrow—want to come?”
“I’d love to.”
“I’ll text you.”
The two sisters part ways.
So-young thinks of Hyun-woo resting alone at home.
She stops by the mart in front of the house and does some shopping.
Her son comes all the way to the entrance to meet her.
He snatches the shopping bag from her slender hand.
He carries it to the kitchen.
“Didn’t go out today?”
“Yeah, no one to meet… just rested at home.”
“Hehe… Mom, you waited a lot, right?”
“A little.”
“I’ll get ready quick, let’s eat together… Mom’s hungry too.”
Mom breaks into a broad smile at the sight of her son.
The sour mood from earlier vanishes completely.
She prepares dinner.
She shopped mainly for the side dishes her son likes.
Before long Hyun-woo is sitting at the table watching.
His face shows surprise.
“Wow… you prepared this much? The table’s going to collapse.”
“I showed off my cooking skills for once… hurry and eat.”
A cozy dinner.
Mom places beef on her son’s rice bowl.
He accepts it eagerly.
A happy expression.
He stares intently somewhere.
She follows his gaze.
She’s a little startled.
It has stopped on her chest.
“Mom.”
“Hm?”
“Tonight… can we sleep together?”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It keeps bothering me… and I started wondering how long it’s been since I slept with Mom.”
“Alright. We’re the only family we’ve got… think of it as punishment for making Mom suffer.”
“I’ll take good care of you.”
Her son’s words about taking care of her.
They seem like nothing special, yet they sink deep into Mom’s heart.
She feels tenderness.
She has never felt it from other men.
Now that he’s a proper adult, he fills the emptiness.
“Giving me that kind of feeling in the middle of a meal…”
“I’m just giving back exactly what Mom gave me.”
“Thank you, Hyun-woo.”
“Mom.”
“Hm?”
“I love you.”
“…Me too.”
The son succeeds at flirting.
Mom’s eyes redden.
She can’t tell whether the rice is going into her mouth or her nose.
They finish dinner.
He even steps up and says he’ll do the dishes.
“I can do it…”
“Rest. You’re tired from going out.”
Mom comes up behind her son.
She hugs him tightly.
A lump rises in the son’s throat.
Mom’s breasts.
It feels good.
A pleasant scent tickles his nose.
“The smell that comes from Mom’s body… I like it so much.”
“Hehe… really? I don’t remember putting on perfume…”
“Go shower and rest in the room. I’ll come over when the dishes are done.”
“Okay. Want to watch a movie for once? It’s still early to sleep.”
“You pick one, Mom.”
Mom can’t take her eyes off her son.
She gradually moves away.
She steps into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.
She washes her hair carefully.
He said the scent was nice, so she can’t let any strange smell linger.
Hyun-woo finishes the dishes as well.
He goes into the shower and washes thoroughly.
It’s been a really long time since he slept with Mom.
He has to leave a good impression.
Just in case of something unexpected, he scrubs his groin clean too.
He knows.
There won’t be any use for it.
Not yet.
It’s still too early.
For that moment, he has to take one more step forward.
He looks in the mirror.
Something stands tall between his legs.
It twitches.
He dries himself with a towel.
He steps out.
He considers pajamas, then settles on boxer briefs.
On top he pulls on a tank top.
This should be enough.
He’s nervous.
He steadies his breathing.
He sits on the living-room sofa and waits a while.
Thirty minutes pass.
He stands.
He turns his steps toward the master bedroom where Mom is waiting.
He knocks.
“Come in.”
He pushes the door open.
Mom sits on the edge of the bed drying her hair.
He approaches.
He sits beside her.
She’s still in a robe.
Should I have waited a little longer before coming in?
“Did you shower?”
“Yeah, just a bit ago.”
“Mom just came out… nothing particular comes to mind for a movie—want to pick one, Hyun-woo?”
“What genre do you like?”
“Well… I’m not really into movies.”
“Then… let’s not watch.”
“Why?”
“Just… I want to talk with Mom.”
Mom’s eyes, deep enough to fall into, turn toward her son.
Hyun-woo doesn’t look away.
He meets them straight on.
“Alright. That sounds better.”
“You need to change, right? Should I step outside for a bit?”
“It’s fine. Just turn your head a little.”
Mom finishes drying her hair and stands.
He turns his head to the side.
She takes off the robe.
He swallows hard.
I wonder what Mom looks like right now.
She must be naked.
The presence moves away.
It sounds like she opened a drawer.
Rustling friction reaches his ears.
“I’m done.”
He turns back.
Against his will, his eyes look ready to pop out.
He had forgotten.
Mom’s sleepwear.
He had occasionally seen it on late nights when they crossed paths.
A soft slip.
It is completely sheer.
Purple lace panties and bra.
A matching set.
Blood begins to rush to the something between his legs.
“Why are you staring so blankly?”
“Uh… because you’re pretty.”
“Is it a little too sexy? Should I change into different pajamas?”
“No, the ones you’re wearing now are pretty… sexy.”
The son’s gaze is blatant.
It locks onto Mom’s dazzling figure.
It travels down from her slender shoulders.
Breasts that fill the bra completely.
A narrow waist.
Hips that flare just right.
A lifted ass.
Smooth, beautiful legs.
Not a single flaw in Mom’s body.
“Shall we lie down?”
“Mm…”
“Hehe… nervous? You used to sleep with Mom a lot when you were little…”
“It’s fine. Honestly it’s a little awkward, but since I’m going to sleep with Mom often from now on, I have to get used to it.”
The corners of Mom’s mouth lift gently.
She climbs onto the bed.
She never takes her eyes off her son.
She lies neatly.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you coming in?”
She holds the blanket up and stares straight at him.
He steadies his tense heart and lies down in the spot beside Mom.
They share one blanket.
It’s warm.
It’s comfortable.
I should have done this sooner.
Mom’s happy expression.
She turns onto her side.
She looks at him.
He doesn’t avoid it; he meets her eyes.
Mom’s slender hand slips behind her son’s back.
She pulls him close.
A soft, swelling sensation soaks through his whole body.
He is pressed right against Mom’s body.
His breathing grows steadily shorter.