The Plan (4)
Before she knew it, her son had grown so much.
Her pupils tremble ever so slightly.
When he was little, they had often fallen asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Back then he had simply looked endlessly adorable. Now even pulling him close with one arm feels like a struggle. Her chest is crushed against him.
Sensing it is too much, she starts to ease back—only for her son’s hand to slide around her waist and draw her in again.
“Oh my, Hyun-woo…”
“Mm. We always used to sleep like this… Still so soft… Mom’s skin.”
“Hehe… Really? I’ve been feeling like my skin’s gotten drier with age lately.”
“Not at all. It’s exactly the same as when I was little… Incredibly soft.”
Mother’s breasts and son’s chest rub together—plump, yielding, warm. Hyun-woo’s breathing quickens. He fights to steady himself, shifting his hips back. Blood has rushed hard between his legs. One single slip would shatter every carefully laid plan. It is not time yet. He hides it.
“You’ve… grown a lot too, Hyun-woo…”
Her hand, already wrapped around his back, begins to move slowly. Stroking.
“That tickles, Mom…”
“Should I stop…?”
“No… Keep going… It feels like I’ve gone back to being a kid. I like it…”
“Even this big… you’re still my son, aren’t you…”
“You’re the same, Mom… Ever since I was little, all the way till now…”
She buries her head against him, resting it on his shoulder. Their hands keep moving, exploring each other’s bodies. The bond between mother and son. Until now.
His fingers begin to dismantle that boundary. The hand encircling her slender waist drifts slowly downward. Careful. The second stage: skinship. She has to grow used to it. If he can awaken sexual desire, even better. It is difficult. Porn and reality are different. Ordinary mothers feel no sexual pull from physical contact with their sons. His conclusion had been simple: if he could plant even the tiniest seed of that thought, she would eventually be ready to have sex whenever he wanted. Reaching that point would of course demand countless trials and hardships.
He steadies his courage. His hand settles lightly on the upper curve of her ass. Very slowly. Gently. Stroking.
“Hyun-woo.”
“Yeah, Mom.”
“You stayed home all day again today, didn’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“You should go out sometimes… At your age, those things are all life experience…”
“I was actually thinking I spend too much time at home, so maybe I should try jogging.”
“Jogging?”
“Yeah. Like you said, just staying inside makes me feel sluggish… I’m looking into what I could do.”
“You’ve really changed a lot, Hyun-woo.”
“I’m an adult now.”
“That’s true… I can’t look after you forever… You’ll have to meet girls… get married… find a job…”
His expression turns sullen. She panics and pulls him even tighter. Their lips nearly brush.
“Are you mad?”
“No?”
“Then why the face?”
“It feels like you’re trying to push me away.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Talking about girls and marriage and all that.”
“Hehe… That’s way off in the future… I’d love to live with you forever, Hyun-woo… but I know… I have to prepare myself.”
“Prepare?”
“Mm. Not right now, but someday you’ll bring a girl home and say you want to marry her, right?”
“No way.”
“Everyone does… Sons… daughters too… If things go well, maybe you’ll even take care of Mom… but…”
“If that happened, me and that girl would just freeload off you.”
“Is that how it works?”
“Mom, you’re rich… Feed us.”
“You little… Hehe.”
His body has grown, yet he is still so young. She pats his back. How long has it been since they talked this sweetly? Yesterday had been nice too.
“Do you want me to date someone, Mom?”
“Of course… That’s how you gain experience and meet the right person.”
“Seems impossible…”
“Why?”
“I told you… You’re my ideal type… I don’t think anyone else like that exists.”
“There you go buttering me up again… You little brat.”
Blood surges to one place. Whether she knows his feelings or not, she keeps stroking his back. It feels far too good. He wants to grab her ass. He has to hold back.
Suddenly she lifts a leg and drapes it over his thigh. Dangerous. One wrong move and she will notice. Everything will collapse. If wariness sets in, it is over. His mind races. The hand on her waist shifts, sliding down to her calf.
“Mm…”
She winces. Without meaning to, he has pressed too hard. Is she sore there? A good idea strikes him. He needs to check.
“Mom, does your calf hurt?”
“Yeah, maybe… Or maybe just because you suddenly pressed…”
“I’ll try again—tell me right away if it hurts.”
“Okay.”
The perfect chance. He can touch his mother’s calves. He sets his hands on them and presses gently.
“Nngh… nngh… It hurts, but it feels good…”
“You okay?”
“Mm… I like it…”
“You wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t touched them… Even though you go to skin-care shops.”
“True…”
He cannot let this opportunity slip. Right here. A perfect excuse has appeared. He can massage her without raising suspicion. He keeps kneading. Incredibly soft. No effort at all. The tight frown on her face eases. She looks comfortable.
“Mom.”
“Mm…?”
“When you go to work, you’re on your feet all day, right?”
“Not always… Like I said earlier, I’m getting older… If I sit for long stretches my thighs and calves swell up.”
“This… I should work these out for you regularly.”
She gazes at him steadily. So this is how things can fall into place. He presses for confirmation.
“Then… want me to do it?”
“I’d love that… but won’t it be hard on you?”
“You give me so much allowance… I’ve only ever taken from you. Something like this is nothing.”
“Hehe… Then… can I ask you to? Just now felt amazing…”
“Yeah, I could tell… Especially since you have to take care of your body… You can’t let your calves and thighs get all puffy.”
“Only a child looks after his mother this well… Come here, Hyun-woo.”
She pulls him close again. Belly to belly. Breasts crushed against his chest. Their lips hover a breath apart. He studies her face, tracing every detail. Calling her his ideal type had not been a lie. A woman exactly like Mom. There is only one such woman in the world. The mother he loves—Lee So-young.
The hand that had been pressing her calf travels upward, past her waist, sweeping up her back, wrapping around her shoulders. He holds her tight.
“This feels good…”
“Me too…”
“I’m getting sleepy… How about you, Hyun-woo?”
“Just… my body’s all limp… Sleep with me… Mom…”
“Good night… son…”
So-young presses a kiss to Hyun-woo’s cheek. Their eyes close. Mother and son, arms locked tightly around each other. The night deepens.
Sunlight slips through the blinds. So-young opens her eyes and finds Hyun-woo sleeping beside her. A smile rises unbidden. She gently strokes her son’s face. She feels refreshed. How long has it been since she slept this deeply?
She peels the blanket halfway back. She leaves the part covering her son untouched. Wait. She just saw something. Hyun-woo is lying on his stomach. She carefully lifts the edge of the blanket over his lower half.
“Oh my…”
Something is straining against his boxer briefs, ready to burst free. Her son’s little treasure. She snorts a quiet laugh. He is at that age. It means he is healthy. She draws the blanket back over him, swings her feet out of bed, and glances back. Her son sleeps soundly. She turns and heads for the kitchen.
She fills a glass with cool water and drinks. Her condition is excellent. She sits in a chair and slips into a brief meditation. Thoughts of her son. She lifts one leg slightly and presses her calf. No pain even when she digs in. It had always been a worry every time she left for work. Now it is mysteriously fine. How thoughtful of him. How did he even know to massage it?
“Mom?”
“Huh? You startled me… When did you get up?”
She had not heard a sound. Her son stands right in front of her. Without thinking she glances at the center of his boxer briefs. Nothing is jutting out obscenely.
“Just now… I woke up and you weren’t there… Thought about sleeping more, then came out.”
“It’s still early… Want to take a walk around the neighborhood with Mom?”
“Now?”
“Yeah. You said yesterday you were thinking about jogging.”
“Okay. I’ll sweat a bit, then come back and shower.”
He has definitely changed. Before, he would have refused, saying it was too much trouble. She watches his solid back disappear. She finishes the remaining water. Calling it jogging is generous—it is really just a light stroll.
She pulls on tight-fitting leggings, the ones she usually wears to Pilates. Are they too sexy? She checks herself in the mirror. This is already a sensitive time. Haah… What am I even thinking? There’s no way he would react to his own mother. That tent earlier was just a physiological thing. He’s at the peak of his vitality. I should help him release those urges in a healthy way. That’s why I do Pilates and swimming myself. The older I get, the harder it is to fall asleep at night. Sometimes my body just heats up. Whenever that happens, a hard swim or a tough Pilates session takes care of it. I should teach Hyun-woo.
She steps outside.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Since it’s the first time, just one easy lap.”
“Okay. Don’t think of it as running—just walk a little faster and it’ll be much easier.”
They walk the neighborhood. It is early; no one is around. The humidity makes the air muggy. Thick beads of sweat roll down. An ordinary day. Exactly the kind of morning she had wanted. Together with her son.
“Whew… Mom, let’s sit on that bench and rest a bit.”
“Tired?”
“A little.”
“You’ll get used to it soon… On days I go to work we can’t do this together, so let’s make it a habit.”
Mother and son sit side by side on the bench, cooling off. His gaze. Once again it stops on her chest. The feeling is not entirely unpleasant. It means she still looks worth looking at.
“Is Mom’s chest pretty?”
“Ah… Sorry. I looked without meaning to.”
“It’s fine. I get lots of comments saying my chest is pretty… That the shape is nice or whatever…”
“Still a lot of those guys these days?”
“Yeah. I figure it can’t be helped… That’s why I take care of myself so hard.”
“Sounds exhausting.”
“But it makes money… While I’m thinking of it, want to take a selfie?”
“Now?”
“Yeah. It’s been a while since I posted a picture with you… A lot of people are curious.”
She suddenly thrusts her phone forward, drapes an arm over her son’s shoulder, and pulls him in. She beams. He tries his best, managing an awkward smile. She snaps the photo, taps the screen. Looks like she is uploading it. He wonders what the reactions will be.
“Hehe…”
“What?”
“They thought you’d gone abroad to study… Because you never showed up.”
“It has been a really long time.”
“About five years?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s take them often. These are all memories too.”
“Okay, Mom.”
The dried sweat feels sticky, yet at the same time refreshing. His mood is good. He deliberately falls a step behind her. His mother’s body in those skin-tight leggings. Her hair is tied up. Sweat trickles down her cheek. Sexy. His eyes drop to her calves. Starting today he gets to massage them. The beginning of skinship. His gaze climbs. Her thighs. She said those hurt too. Places he will touch when the chance comes. And her ass. He swallows hard. It sways with every step she takes forward. Lost in lewd imaginings, he heads home.