The Plan
His aunt’s legs lie spread wide open.
Between them sits her nephew.
Watching over everything is his mother.
Every gaze converges on one place.
Her son’s underwear.
No reaction. It seems to swell for a moment, then sinks right back down.
“Mmm… haah… mmm… haah…”
Endurance. That is all Hyun-woo feels right now.
Soft skin under his hands. The wet, slick sounds of friction. Blood rushes hard to his lower body, yet he holds it back.
Because his mother is watching.
His hands glide downward again, slow and deliberate, starting at her ankles and working upward. Past the calves, past the thighs, until they reach the underside of her ass—blocked by the sports briefs. Her nephew digs in without hesitation.
“Mmmph…! Haah…”
So-jin lifts her head a little. A deep sigh, then a moan, the two sounds tangled together. Her ass yields under his grip, denting soft before springing back full and firm. It rolls in slow circles, clockwise.
“So-young… do you get massaged like this all the time…?”
“Mm… Unnie taught me, remember…? That it’s good for a woman…”
“Hehe… he hasn’t even gone in there yet…”
The words are barely out before Hyun-woo’s fingers push deep into the crease of her groin. So-jin’s waist drops. Head and hips jerk at the same time, lifting.
“Mmm…! Haah…! Mmmph…!”
“Right here, yeah? Auntie, I did this for Mom too…”
“Haah…! Haah…! Really…?”
“Yes. How does it feel?”
“Weird… I’ve had it a few times before… from my husband… but this feels completely different…”
“Different how…?”
His fingers slip back and forth through the fold where her thighs meet her body. Twitch. Twitch. Her hips slowly rise higher. Right in front of her nephew’s eyes the view closes in, everything protruding.
“Bend your ankles for me.”
“Haah…! Haah…! Like this…?”
His aunt obeys without protest, folding her ankles in. The ungainly frog pose. So-young, seated on the sofa, pays it no mind at all. Her entire focus stays locked on Hyun-woo’s briefs—the center. It bulges as if it might rise, then sinks without fail. Over and over. It really does seem like a psychological block. Worry creeps into her expression.
Whether Hyun-woo is touching her sister’s crotch or not no longer matters.
“Mmmph…! Haah…! Mmm…! Ahaang…!”
Moans. Rocking hips. Hands buried inside the briefs, grabbing those moon-round cheeks and rolling them. So-jin’s body grows hotter by the second. That her little sister gets this every single day—jealousy boils up.
“How can your hands feel this good… when you don’t even have a license…”
“Right? Mom praised me too… I just learned it off YouTube…”
“Hehe… I’m jealous of So-young… getting massages like this every day…”
“Just say the word anytime. You come over to our place plenty.”
“Did you… do anywhere else for her…? For So-young…”
“Ah… I did her upper body for a bit too. Want me to do yours, Auntie…?”
“Yeah… I want to try it once…”
The hands gripping her ass pull free. His palms glisten. He squeezes out more gel and rubs it between them. His aunt’s legs still rest across his thighs. He shifts his gaze—and freezes.
The sports briefs. A dark stain spreading wider by the second. Her pussy.
“Auntie… could you scoot your hips back a little?”
“Why…?”
“For the upper body I have to lean over… the angle’s tough like this…”
“Okay… is this enough…?”
Friction. The blanket laid out beneath her slides. His aunt’s ass—every bit as fine as his mother’s. Maybe genetics. Had it always been this beautiful? Holding back is getting hard. His cock keeps trying to rise the second he lets his guard down. And those watching eyes—his mother’s. Just a little longer.
“Yes, that’s perfect… shall I keep going…?”
Both of her nephew’s hands slide forward as he leans in, gliding over her pelvis, past the narrow waist, toward her shoulders. Soft. Very slow. A smooth sweep.
“Mmm…”
At last they arrive. Hands on her shoulders, then sideways. He takes her hands, coats every finger thoroughly with gel, even laces them together once, then returns to those slender shoulders and works downward again.
Sports briefs. Fingers push deep inside. Soft ass. He pulls his hands free, starts again from the small of her back and climbs.
“Mmm… haah… mmm… haah…”
“How is it…?”
“You’re good… our Hyun-woo…”
“I’m glad… that’s everything I learned.”
“I enjoyed it. Bring me a towel? Auntie will wipe herself.”
“Yes…”
He hands her the two towels he set out earlier. She wipes herself as she rises. Her body still gleams. The blanket has been shoved aside; a faint wet mark remains where her pussy rested. She was aroused.
“So-young, you should get one too.”
“Mm… if it feels sticky, just shower.”
“Hehe… I’m fine. I want to watch how he does it.”
“Suit yourself.”
So-young. Flushed face, cheeks burning red. Her son’s briefs—just as her sister said, they refuse to tent. Only for me, she thinks. Only for Mom. Her heart hammers. She bites her lip so no one will notice.
She rises from the sofa and moves to the spot her sister just vacated, lying face-down.
“Mom, legs a little wider…”
“Mm… okay…”
Her sister’s stare is almost too much. So-jin looks back and forth between Hyun-woo and her, legs crossed, arms folded, the corner of her mouth curling upward. She’s enjoying this.
Haah… haah… I’m so turned on. Why is she staring like that? Like she’s waiting for something to happen. Unnie was the one who told us to keep the line. Remember you’re mother and son. Now and forever. That’s how it’ll be.
But what is this feeling? Stronger than yesterday. So tight I can barely breathe. Shaking.
“Mmm… haah…”
His mother’s legs open to the side. He rests them across his thighs and presses firmly into her calves. Her son’s touch. The reaction is enormous—he can feel every twitch, nonstop.
“Hyun-woo, you’re sweating a lot.”
“Ah… it’s a little warm.”
“Hehe… massaging Auntie too must be tiring, huh?”
“It’s fine. If I don’t do this I’d just be a freeloader eating free meals.”
“If you’re hot, why not take the tank top off?”
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Auntie saw you naked plenty when you were little… even bathed you… no need to be shy.”
“Alright, excuse me a second then?”
Hyun-woo peels the tank top off his body. Now only the sports briefs remain. He stops holding back. The center of the fabric swells hard and obvious. His cock.
His aunt stares. She flicks her tongue out and licks her lips, eyes bloodshot, while checking her sister’s expression.
“I’ll keep going, Mom…”
So-young doesn’t answer. More accurately, she can’t. Pleasure crashes in so hard she can barely think. Every time her son’s hands touch her skin it hits again.
“Mmmph…! Haah… mmmph…! Haah…”
In earnest now. His hands skim up her thighs and shove straight into the briefs, cupping her ass. Right in front of his aunt he grabs his mother’s cheeks and rolls them. Her body jerks. Her waist lifts a little then drops limp. The heat in his palms is proof her body is catching fire. Deeper still. He stretches his thumbs into the crease of her groin and pushes in.
“Ahaang…! Mmm…!”
A moan. Her hips snap upward, then sink powerless. On the blanket a round wet mark appears. In that split second aunt and nephew both see it clearly—the sports briefs, dead center, right over her pussy. The stain spreads in real time.
Hyun-woo’s hands never stop, sliding through the folds. Every pass makes her body twitch.
“Mmmph…! Haah…! Mmmph…! Haah…!”
“So-young, are you okay…? You look like you’re struggling…”
“I’m fine… mmm…! Haah…! Mmmph…! Haaang…!”
“Hehe… you sure you’re really okay?”
A fierce thirst. So-young’s vision darkens. Without realizing it she folds her knees in half, dropping into the frog pose herself. Her son’s hands grow bolder, plunging deep then pulling free, over and over.
“Nngh… ahh… Hyun-woo… just a second… Mom needs… to rest… mmm…!”
His hands leave the briefs, a little moisture flicking off and landing lightly on So-jin’s leg. The liquid that spilled out—pussy juice.
“Got it. My throat’s dry—want me to grab some water? One for Mom too.”
“Yeah… haah… haah… please…”
Hyun-woo stands abruptly. Something strains so hard it looks ready to tear through the fabric. His cock. He stands straight in front of his aunt, back straight, the outline blatant. It twitches.
“Auntie?”
“Mine too, please… something to drink.”
“Yes, I’ll bring them.”
Thud. Friction. Man and woman both flinch. His aunt’s lips brush the front of her nephew’s briefs—the clear outline of the head. Just a graze as he passes. His solid back disappears. His aunt stares blankly after him, then pushes a finger between her lips and lightly tastes the spot that still holds his heat. Like sucking on candy.
Nephew gone. Just the two sisters left.
“Haah… haah…”
Her little sister catches her breath. The older one stretches a foot forward and nudges her thigh, voice barely above a whisper.
“Hey. Did you see?”
“Unnie… I was so out of it I didn’t catch that… say it again…?”
“I asked if you saw… Hyun-woo’s cock.”
“No… everything went black… what happened…?”
“Snap out of it, you idiot… he just pitched a full tent…”
“What…?”
“He’s coming back any second. You check.”
So-young’s eyes turn toward the kitchen. Footsteps. Her son appears carrying a tray. Something impossible to miss—the center of his briefs, swollen and twitching nonstop. Goosebumps. A sensation burrows between her legs. She bites her lip and holds on, fighting the moan and the wetness trying to spill out.
“Mom, have some water.”
“Yeah… thanks.”
“Auntie too.”
“Hehe… such good manners, Hyun-woo…”
He settles naturally between his mother’s open legs, sits comfortably, and drinks. Fully hard cock. His mother sees it. Her eyes go round.
“I didn’t get the chance to say earlier… when you do the upper body, do you always have to lean over like that?”
“Yes, I don’t really have a choice… even if it’s awkward I just put up with it.”
“I’ve had massages before… not so much lately, though.”
“Yes.”
“If you only go to the waist it’s fine from there, but the shoulders get tough, don’t they…”
“That’s true.”
“What if you changed the position a little? When my husband does it he always sits by my head…”
Both mother and son go blank at the same time. So-jin’s suggestion is shocking. Sit by her head—while he’s fully erect.
“Ah… Uncle does it that way…?”
“Yeah… he sits just like you are now, comfortable… and I rest my head on his thigh… then he doesn’t have to lean…”
The corner of his aunt’s mouth lifts slowly. She knows exactly what state they’re in. Aroused mother. Son with a raging hard-on. She’s trying to put the two of them face to face. Her chest trembles. Her whole body shivers with thrill.
“Why so quiet, Hyun-woo…?”
“Unnie, that’s enough… you’ve done plenty… Hyun-woo’s tired too…”
“That’s exactly why I’m saying it… so he can do it in a more comfortable position… you said you get this every day…”
“…It’s fine.”
“Hyun-woo? Just try it once the way Auntie said… it’ll feel different…”
Her son’s gaze drops to the sports briefs, the wet mark vivid and soaked through. His hands tremble. He sets the empty glass on the tray. At last he rises.
His mother lies face-down. He looks down at her—that dazzling body, gleaming with gel. He swallows hard. And finally makes up his mind.