Execution (4)
Ragged breathing.
The words that spill from his mother's lips.
She has just told her son to get hard.
Their eyes lock.
Close enough to touch.
They trade hot breaths against each other's faces.
Mother and son, staring straight into one another.
"Haa... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
His cock swells between their bellies, growing hotter by the second. It hardens. Twitches. She feels every pulse of it.
"Is it all the way up...?"
"Mom... I don't know what you mean..."
"Not quite yet, then... Even when we went out that day... Mommy felt our Hyun-woo's cock... Just a little more... try for me..."
"Haa... haa..."
His hands circle her slender waist and glide slowly downward. Soft slip fabric. Then they reach the place where her hips flare and slide around onto her ass.
A simultaneous flinch.
Both of them suck in sharp breaths, eyes still locked, hands roaming each other's bodies.
Lust.
"It's okay... you can touch me, Hyun-woo..."
"Mom..."
"That's it... you're so healthy, my boy..."
His hands sink into her ass. So full they barely fit in his grip—watermelon-sized, soft, yielding, springy. He strokes her.
Her hands pull him in as tight as she can. Their chests crush together, friction sparking between them.
"This is weird, Mom... doing this..."
"It's okay... I'm sorry I made you handle it alone all this time... Mommy will... help you..."
His cock nods against her in agreement, jabbing insistently at her stomach. A faint moan slips free.
Her pink-tinted lips part. Her tongue flicks out and brushes his mouth.
A light kiss.
Both their eyes are bloodshot and glassy.
"Really...?"
"Will you take your underwear off for me...?"
"It's embarrassing... how am I supposed to do that in front of you, Mom..."
"It's fine... we used to bathe together when you were little, remember... But in exchange... you have to keep this our secret..."
"I still don't understand what you mean by helping me, Mom..."
"Mommy knows... that our Hyun-woo is... healthy... But she also knows you can't manage it in front of other people..."
"......"
"You don't have to be embarrassed... I'll watch over you, Hyun-woo... Take care of it... right here in front of Mommy..."
"Can I... really do that...?"
"Mm-hmm... I'll stay right beside you until you're finished... You can do it, can't you...?"
Her hands travel slowly, carefully, up his back. They pause at his shoulders, then glide down again. Fingertips teasing. His body jerks.
She plants her palms on his chest and gently pushes him back. The ass crushed in his grip springs free of its shape.
He steps away.
From a pace behind her, his eyes stare blankly. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and starts to pull them down.
"Haa... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
Her gaze locks onto his hands as they drag the fabric lower. The pointed tent catches, snags—then the thick shaft springs free, writhing as if it has a life of its own. A few stray hairs. A fierce thirst. The hidden thing she has been aching to see.
He tugs the briefs forward. Like a coiled spring, it launches free.
At last.
Right before his mother's eyes, her son's cock stands fully erect.
An overwhelming sight.
The thing she has only ever imagined. Bobbing hard. Throbbing. A bead of fluid stretches from the tip of the head in a long, gleaming string.
Her mouth falls open. She covers it with one hand and watches, barely breathing.
"Should I take them all the way off...?"
She gives a tiny nod.
He shoves the briefs the rest of the way down and kicks them aside.
Naked.
Not a single thread left on him.
"How can it be... that big... Hyun-woo..."
"I don't know... It never works right in front of other women... But with you, Mom... it's different..."
"I know, Hyun-woo... That's why... Mommy's helping you... All this time... how hard it must have been for you..."
"Is my cock... big...?"
"Mm-hmm... Mommy's been with men before, you know... And I get plenty of DMs too... It's bigger than any of them..."
"Thank god... I was so nervous I was afraid it wouldn't work... But like this..."
"You're truly... so healthy... Our son's cock... got this excited just looking at Mommy..."
"What... do I do now...?"
"Wrap your hand around it... and stroke..."
"You're too close... Mom... move back a little..."
"Alright... I'll sit in the chair and watch... Take it slow..."
Through the slightly open crack of the door, a pair of eyes is watching.
So-jin.
She eases her phone forward, already recording.
Her nephew's fully hard cock.
Her younger sister crosses to the chair, glances this way—their eyes meet for a split second—then deliberately ignores her and sits. She turns her attention back to her son, fixing on the vigorously nodding shaft.
Incest.
In this secret space.
Unfolding in the mother's bedroom.
The son takes out his cock. Wraps his fist around the thick pillar. And with his mother watching, begins to stroke—slowly at first.
Wet, slick friction sounds. Fluid from the head soaks his hand. The pace quickens.
"Haa... haa... Mom..."
"How is it... think you can finish...?"
"It feels... so good... With you here... I think I can do it..."
"Tell me when you're close. I have a towel..."
"It'll get dirty..."
"It's fine... I'll just wash it... Don't think of it as dirty... You can do this..."
Her eyes are scarlet. Watching her son's writhing cock, she presses her slip-covered thighs together, trying to hide it—the wetness she can feel sliding down between her legs.
Her own juices.
"Nngh...! Mom...! Mom...!"
"Are you close...?"
"A little more and I think it'll come..."
She brings the towel her sister left closer to the head of his cock. It swells as if about to burst, veins standing out stark along the shaft, ready to erupt. How worked up he is. His panting is almost pitiful. Dull, wet friction. Strings of fluid stretch down toward the floor.
"Nnnngh...! Mom...! I think it's coming...!"
"You can come, Hyun-woo... Just relax..."
In that instant his back arches like a drawn bow. His hips thrust toward his mother. He spreads his legs wide, putting the vein-ridged cock on full, shameless display. The two heavy sacs beneath tighten. The pillar stands even taller. The tip of the head parts slightly—
And semen blasts out in powerful spurts.
"Nnnnngh!!"
White, thin fluid rockets from the tip of her son's cock straight at the face of the mother watching him. She blocks with the towel—but a little still catches on her flushed cheek.
Her body twitches.
"Haaa..."
"Nngh!! Nnh!!"
His semen slides down her cheek in a thick trail. A heavy scent she cannot even remember the last time she smelled. And in the hand holding the towel—warmth. Wetness. It keeps coming. An enormous amount of cum soaks the towel through.
"Haa...! Haa...!"
A trickle runs along the corner of her mouth. Unconsciously her tongue slips out just a little. His eyes are feral, animal. She comes back to herself and pulls her tongue back in.
So-young cannot trust herself.
Hyun-woo, who has just painted his mother's face with cum.
"Is it all out...?"
"Y-yeah... I think so..."
"There's a clean towel... finish wiping yourself... You did so well, my boy..."
"Sorry, Mom..."
"I told you it was fine... You did great... If we take it one step at a time like this... someday you'll be able to do it in front of other women too..."
She hands him the spare towel. She cannot quite bring herself to wipe him herself. She can only feel tender toward him.
Our son. Hyun-woo.
And yet—
The erection has not gone down.
Worry flickers—and beneath it, deep in her chest, a smoldering desire. The man she loves. The urge to be held.
"I'm done wiping... should I go put these in the washer...?"
"Don't bother... just give them to Mommy..."
Head bowed, Hyun-woo passes her the wet towels.
He has finally done it. Taken out his cock in front of his mother, stroked it, and even come. The cum that hit her face—he noticed. Fresh strength floods into his shaft.
"But... why is it still standing...? Wasn't that enough...?"
"Ah... I don't know either... Maybe because it's been so long..."
"... Want to go again?"
"I can hold out..."
"What a good boy you are, Hyun-woo... It must be so hard..."
"It felt too good... Embarrassing and shameful as it was... I finished thanks to you, Mom..."
"Yeah... If I'd known it would be like this I would have said something sooner... How much you must have suffered..."
"Are you... okay, Mom...?"
"Mm-hmm... Doing this with Hyun-woo is... awkward, but... I've confirmed how healthy you are..."
"I'm gonna... go wash up a bit and come back."
"Take your time..."
He brushes past her. Her eyes follow him—the solid line of his back as he steps into the bathroom. The door shuts. A long, deep sigh. The sound of water.
She turns her head.
Through the slightly open bedroom door, her eyes meet her older sister's.
And there—a phone pointed somewhere. At the spot where Hyun-woo had been standing.
She knows at once.
So-jin mouths the words, voice barely a whisper.
"Just for me... You did great, So-young..."
Shame. And arousal.
Her sister has been peeping. Watching her son masturbate in front of his mother. And she has even kept a record of it.
So-young lifts her phone and texts her sister.
The door eases shut little by little.
A sealed room.
Alone with her son.
A strange feeling blooms. Curiosity rising with it.
Photos?
Or... a video?
What exactly has her sister done. Why is she like this. Has she been that starved all this time? Is her own taste starting to take after her sister's too?
The water cuts off. A throat-clearing cough.
She stands and moves to the bed, sitting demurely to wait.
Her son emerges with a towel covering his groin, head still bowed.
"Hyun-woo, you haven't done anything wrong... Mommy will carry all of it... Lift your head."
"Mom..."
"That's it... Come here."
His gaze meets hers. The woman smiling brightly at him has both arms open wide.
He lets the towel drop to the floor and sinks into her embrace. They hold each other tight.
Man and woman.
And mother and son.
The lines blur.
"Put your underwear on. It keeps poking me in the stomach..."
"Ah... sorry."
"It's fine. It's proof you're healthy... From now on, whenever it gets hard... tell Mommy... I'll help you..."
"Okay... I'll try to hold out as long as I can... and if I really can't... I'll say something then..."
"No... holding it in will make you sick... This is just between you and me... our secret... so don't feel burdened..."
"Got it. I love you... Mom..."
"My good boy... you've grown up so much... now..."
He straightens. For a split second his fully hard cock brushes the back of her hand. Both of them flinch at once.
He picks up the briefs tossed carelessly on the floor and pulls them back on. The front tents obscenely.
"They say men can't concentrate unless they get that taken care of..."
"I've tormented you enough already... I can hold out, so don't worry about it."
"Hehe... flirting again, you little brat... Come on up."
He climbs onto the bed. Side by side with his mother. Their arms wind around each other as if it is the most natural thing in the world. They sink down together, faces close, and pull the blanket over themselves.
For a long while, they simply look at each other.