Forbidden Dreams
A soft rustling of fabric. Hands moving slowly beneath the covers.
So-young and Hyun-woo. His arm encircles her waist, stroking gently—skinship brimming with affection.
“Can’t sleep?”
“I just… feel kind of excited, Mom…”
“Hehe… grabbing Mom’s butt like that… you can’t do that, Hyun-woo… I told you to watch those naughty hands.”
“I like it… soft… and squishy…”
“Mom’s skin?”
“Yeah… warm and cozy… it calms me down… I was so tense earlier…”
“That’s a relief. You’ll have to be like that in front of other girls too…”
“I only need you, Mom…”
“You’re all grown up, but your heart’s still like a child’s… what am I going to do with you… someday you’ll have to meet someone other than Mom…”
“There you go again… do you really want me to meet other girls?”
“Because that’s how you’ll be happy…”
His hand still cups her ass. It glides upward, then settles softly against her cheek. He brushes her hair back behind her ear—the kind of gesture meant for a lover.
Surprise flickers through her, but it feels good. An expression of love.
“Things like this… save them for when you meet a girl you like… not for Mom…”
“I just wanted to.”
“Hehe… you’re not seeing Mom as a woman, are you…?”
Hyun-woo’s words catch in his throat. Confess or not? He hesitates. It’s still too soon. They’ve cleared the hardest hurdle, but having her accept his feelings is another matter entirely. If she rejects him, it ends here—they go back to an awkward parent-child relationship. But if he succeeds… he can have the woman right in front of him. Sex. Incest. He has to hear her answer first. Until then, he must never confess his heart.
“You’re Mom…”
“That’s true… but… you got hard looking at me…”
“Honestly… I don’t even understand my own feelings. It doesn’t happen with other women… why only with you…”
“Then forget it… if those feelings ever do grow… you and I… we’ll both be unhappy…”
“Mom…”
“I love you… because I’m your mother… because you’re my son…”
“…Okay. I’ll try not to see you that way…”
“A person’s heart doesn’t work like that… even if you say no… if the feeling of liking someone starts…”
“Then what should I do…?”
“Always remember that I’m your mother… the moment even a little of that feeling appears… understand?”
“Yeah… will that be enough…?”
“I’ll always think of you as my son too…”
Silence. Mother and son’s eyes still locked on each other. Hearts pounding. Both of their cheeks flush red at the same time. Shyness.
“Let’s just sleep now…”
“Yeah. Sweet dreams…”
“You too.”
They close their eyes, unable to overcome the embarrassment. Thoughts circle endlessly in their heads—the words they couldn’t bring themselves to say. The son’s heart. The mother’s true feelings. Parent and child who already see each other as man and woman.
A dream.
The woman he holds is So-young. His cock is fully erect, poking insistently against her belly. Unable to sleep, they open their eyes and meet each other’s gaze again.
His lips part.
“Mom… no, So-young… I love you…”
“Hyun-woo…”
“I’ve liked you for so long… and I always will… if you weren’t a woman… my cock wouldn’t even get hard like this…”
“Can you take responsibility for those words…? Did you already forget what Mom just said…? We’ll be unhappy…”
“As long as I’m with you… I don’t care where we are… even if people point fingers… as long as I have So-young, that’s enough…”
“……”
“I love you… So-young…”
His tongue approaches her lips. She flinches. Her eyes tremble. Her son’s confession—no, a man’s. The only person on earth who loves her and her alone. Slowly she parts her lips and welcomes the tongue that slips inside.
“Mmm…”
Friction. Man’s lips and woman’s lips. Tongue against tongue, intertwining. The hand around her waist slides lower, fingers sinking deep between the cleft of her ass, toward her pussy.
“Mmm…!”
Her hand brushes down his waist, fingertips trailing along his thigh until they reach between his legs. She wraps her fingers around the thick, burning-hot cock and slowly strokes it. Cock and pussy, stimulating each other. Their breathing grows ragged, mouths still locked, wet smacking sounds filling the air.
Naturally he climbs on top of her. She spreads her legs and receives him.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
They lift their heads. A thin strand of saliva stretches between their lips—the remnant of the kiss. Fantasy. Before they know it they are naked, facing each other. His cock twitches. Pubic hair brushes against pubic hair as he thrusts firmly toward her wet entrance. Her legs wrap around his back; both arms open wide and pull him tight against her. She whispers.
“We’ll be unhappy… both of us…”
“I’ll stay with you till the end… by your side for life… So-young…”
“Hyun-woo… thank you… for loving someone like me… I want you inside me… come in…”
She lifts her hips slightly. The head of his cock rests against her pink pussy. Twitching. Moans. At last his cock surges forward.
“Aaaah…!”
“Ugh…!”
His cock pushes in. Warm heat envelops the shaft; the ridged walls begin to stimulate him. It disappears completely inside her pussy. Joined.
“So-young… it’s so warm… feels like I’m melting into you…!”
“Ahaaang…! Baby…! Honey… we’re going to be damned for this… but I’m so happy I could cry… nngh…!!”
“From now on… you’re my woman… I’ll take responsibility for the rest of our lives… all the burdens you’ve carried… hand them over to me…”
“I love you… Hyun-woo…”
Dull, rhythmic sounds of friction. The bed creaks and shakes with every thrust. Their pace quickens; both of them are soaked in sweat, racing toward climax.
In that instant, Hyun-woo’s eyes snap open.
“Hah!!”
He bolts upright. He turns his head. The place where the woman from the dream should be is empty. He looks around. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the blinds. He finally gathers his wits and climbs out of bed. Clothes are neatly folded on the table—shorts and a shirt. Last night already feels unreal. Mom had sat right here. He had pulled out his cock and stroked it. He had even come. Semen had lightly splattered her face. And then a dream of fucking her.
“Whew…”
A sigh escapes on its own. He pulls on his clothes, checks his style in the full-length mirror. Voices drift in from outside—Aunt and Mom, sounding busy. He steadies himself and steps out the door.
“You’re up?”
“Yes, Aunt… did you sleep well?”
So-jin comes closer. She glances toward the kitchen and whispers into his ear.
“Today… is the day you fuck Auntie’s pussy. You know that, right?”
“Yes… where’s Mom?”
“She’s been up since early morning making something to build your strength… samgyetang.”
“Hehe…”
“She has no idea you’re going to use it on me.”
“You’re wicked, Aunt.”
“Did you like last night?”
“Yes… thanks to you.”
She shoves her phone in his face and plays a video, volume low. Familiar background—Mom’s bedroom. A completely naked man standing in front of a woman, stroking his cock. Him and Mom.
“When did you film this?”
“I told you I was peeping… I recorded it secretly.”
“You’re making me hard first thing in the morning… what are you going to do about it?”
His underwear tents. Her gaze drops; she flicks it with the back of her hand. Twitch.
“Go hug So-young from behind.”
“Hehe… dumping it on Mom…”
She steps back, clearing the way. Every morning he gives Mom a back-hug while she prepares breakfast. Familiar routine. Cock still hard, he heads for the kitchen.
Mom is humming under her breath. The smell of samgyetang fills the air. He sneaks up without her noticing and wraps his arms around her from behind. Deliberately he grinds the cleft of her ass, then bounces his erection upward. Bold son.
“Oh my… when did you wake up?”
“Just now…”
“Honestly… what if your aunt walks in…”
“So what… I’ll just give her a back-hug too.”
She turns around, smiling brightly. Color has returned to her face; she looks genuinely happy. He smiles with her, bends his knees a little, then lifts, imprinting his cock against her ass.
“Hyun-woo… first thing in the morning like this…”
“Yeah… I had a dream…”
“What kind of dream…?”
“I did it with some woman… without shaking at all… just like I did in front of you…”
“……”
“I was about to come when I woke up… and it’s been like this ever since… won’t go down…”
“Right now… is a bad time…”
“I know. Aunt’s here… and you still have to get ready for the photo shoot…”
“The job’s scheduled to run late into the night, so I’ll stay over one night… can you hold out… without Mom…?”
“You’ll help me tomorrow…?”
“I promised, didn’t I…”
“Don’t worry about me… just do well on the shoot and come back…”
“That woman in the dream… by any chance…”
Hyun-woo steps back. Three legs. The bulge in his pants is obvious. Without answering her question he disappears outside.
She stares after him, curiosity driving her crazy. A what-if keeps circling in her mind. The truth is, she had a dream too. She confessed her heart to a man, climbed on top of him herself, and slammed her hips down. She guided both of his hands to squeeze her breasts and rode him hard, crying out.
“Haa…”
That man’s name was Hyun-woo. The cock that had nestled between the cleft of her ass makes her imagine it. The woman who had sex with her son—who was she? Surely not…
“Hey, it’s overflowing… what are you thinking so hard about?”
Her sister’s voice. She hurriedly turns off the heat. Samgyetang broth is boiling over the pot; she had completely zoned out.
“Ah… sorry. Everything’s ready… sit down.”
“Hehe… thinking about your son’s cock?”
Her sister’s hand casually strokes her ass. She can’t bring herself to push it away. How did things end up like this? Hyun-woo mustn’t see.
“Keep it down… lower your voice.”
“He went to shower… I’m not that crazy.”
“I feel like something’s going to go wrong, Unnie.”
“Did something else happen?”
“I just… feel that way.”
“Hehe… the man you love waved his cock right in front of your face… of course you feel that way.”
“I tested Hyun-woo a little… he says no, but… it’s strange… the way he only reacts to me…”
“Don’t overthink it—it’ll just give you a headache… did Hyun-woo say anything to you?”
“No…”
“Then there’s no problem… you just have to be careful.”
The stroking hand on her little sister’s ass. Soft and springy.
“Yeah. Anyway, I have to be out of the house for a day because of the shoot… I’ll be so busy I won’t even think about Hyun-woo.”
“Good. Outdoor shoot, right? Go get some fresh air… talk to other people a lot… even if it’s just jokes.”
“I should. So I stop thinking about Hyun-woo…”
“Once we finish eating and you’re ready, let’s leave together… I’ll drive you to the location.”
“It’s pretty far, though? It’ll take at least an hour and a half.”
“I’ve got nothing else to do… chatting on the way wouldn’t be bad.”
Her sister’s true intentions are unreadable. An hour and a half by car to the shoot. If she’s with Unnie, the conversation topic is already decided—her son. She wants to refuse, yet a strange excitement and anticipation rise. The younger sister nods.