Returning Home
On the road home.
It felt like he had been dreaming.
His aunt was driving. She had changed into an ordinary dress that fell to her knees—one that clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve. Hyun-woo swallowed hard.
Barely an hour ago this was the woman who had been rolling around naked in a hotel room. The one who had looked at her nephew and cried out darling, honey while moaning. Now, though—
“Aunt.”
“Yeah, go ahead… You know casual speech is over now, right?”
An iron wall. She would not even allow him to drop the formal register. Which version of her was real? The present one was not bad, but he could not forget the woman who had begged him to fuck her, the aunt who had knelt in the bathroom and sucked his cock, the side-entry, the doggy-style, the way he had lifted her and thrust into her like animals mating.
“It’s nothing.”
“Hehe… Are you sulking? Because you can’t talk casually to your aunt anymore?”
“No way. Even if it was only for a little while, I was happy.”
“You have to understand… Anyone can see the age gap is huge. I’m old enough to be your mother’s peer. If you speak casually to me, people will get suspicious.”
“Yes.”
“But… So-young will be different.”
“Why?”
“Looking at the photos… you two look like siblings. Or like lovers.”
His cock reacted instantly. The front of his pants bulged; he covered it with the hem of his T-shirt.
“We already speak casually to each other normally.”
“Last night was the final time, right? When that call came.”
“Yes—when you were on your knees sucking my cock.”
“Oh my… This brat, casually dropping the formal speech and throwing in a sex joke?”
“Hehe… This much is fine, isn’t it? I’m just talking at our usual level.”
“You’re playing with me, with your aunt… Still… it was hot.”
“In what way?”
“You’re really good at sex… You said it was your first time. For a first time… you were… incredibly… good…”
“You said that next time I want to have sex with you, Mom has to jerk me off first, right?”
“Yeah. Every time we take one more step forward… I’ll give my pussy to my nephew. Your aunt will…”
She stuck her tongue out a little, glancing at him while licking her lips. Sexiness was her default setting.
“I’ll have to work hard if I want to fuck Aunt’s pussy.”
“I’m driving—don’t make me horny…”
“Does my dirty talk turn you on?”
“Yeah… Even now… my pussy’s twitching…”
“That’s vulgar, Aunt… the way you talk…”
“That’s what makes it fun.”
“I hope the day comes when I can say things like that to Mom too.”
“You… will be able to. I’ll make sure it happens.”
“Yes, Aunt.”
The scenery outside the window. They were about to enter the city center. With nothing else to do, he opened his mother’s SNS. She was probably still shooting. There were newly uploaded photos—her wearing what looked like a brand-new dress from yesterday’s shoot, striking several poses. As expected of a professional. Elegant, refined, with that tiny mole beside her left eye. Instant pass for any family introduction. Countless comments, most of them praising her looks. He hit “like.”
A presence. His aunt’s eyes were suddenly close. They had just hit a red light.
“Hehe… No matter how many times I see her, my little sister is stunning…”
“Yes. Perfect.”
“She said she’d be back around evening, right?”
“That’s what I heard.”
“Huu… Honestly I’d love to spend one more day with you, Hyun-woo… but I have to go home.”
“You have to feed Uncle and Min-su hyung.”
“Yeah. I’ll go home, put on the dolphin shorts, and try seducing him.”
“Still no reaction?”
“He looks, but he doesn’t even seem to consider touching.”
“Min-su hyung is a man too. Honestly, with a body like yours, he’d want to have sex.”
“I’m his mother.”
“True… You and I share the same tastes, so we can talk like this… Maybe Min-su hyung is different.”
“I wish my son would take an interest in incest too… Just making Mom’s pussy wet is so frustrating…”
“If I end up having sex with Mom, I’ll help you.”
“You’re reliable, Hyun-woo.”
The light changed and they started toward home again. A vibration. A message from Mom. Had she noticed the like?
His mother answered with an emoji of her own. His aunt snorted.
“Bullshit, the two of you.”
“Until recently I couldn’t even imagine this. Now it feels natural.”
“Yeah, you’re doing well… I’ll keep seducing Min-su too. Someday… he’ll touch me.”
“Yes. Aunt’s ass is killer… Wear those dolphin shorts every day and show it off so I want to take you doggy-style.”
“Hehe… You’re something else.”
He focused on the phone, sending a thumbs-up emoji. The reply came at once.
Permission granted. Naked in front of his mother. He would satisfy her with a caress disguised as a massage, then take out his cock and stroke himself so that when the chance came he could ask. She would never grab it first.
He stared out at the scenery. The reward for success was sex with his aunt. And the next stage after that: his mother’s oral sex. Before that he would have to strip off her panties and bra as well. There was so much left to do. He thought it over carefully.
The sound of the password being entered. The man rose from the sofa and approached the front door. It opened and she stepped inside. Her eyes went wide when she saw him standing there—Hyun-woo wearing nothing but sports briefs.
“Ah… Did you shower?”
“No. We’re about to do the massage.”
“Right… Have you eaten?”
“I made a simple kimchi stew. Just scoop some rice and you’re good.”
“Mom’s going to change and come out, okay?”
“Sure. Take your time.”
She hurried inside, cheeks flushed red. Hyun-woo noticed and grinned as he headed for the kitchen.
So-young locked the bedroom door behind her and pressed a hand to her chest. Hyun-woo had not been wearing clothes. The sight of him had made her face burn. She should have scolded him, yet she had been too busy fleeing. Excitement rushed in belatedly; her breathing grew rough. She set her bag down, sat on the chair, and caught her breath for a moment.
She had waited all day just to come home. She had missed her son’s hands; she had wanted to see his cock. Yet something felt wrong. Where had it started? She thought about it in the silent bedroom.
She stood and went to the dresser to change. She took out a spare set of sports underwear and laid it on the bed along with shorts and a T-shirt. Just as she was about to close the drawer she noticed an empty space—the spot where her panties were kept. She did not remember clearly. Tilting her head, she shut the drawer and changed clothes. Only then did she calm down a little.
She went out for dinner. The smell of kimchi stew filled the kitchen. Hyun-woo sat at the table, still half-naked. She could not bring herself to lift her head; she simply sat opposite him and began to eat. A simple meal—stew and a few dry side dishes.
“You’re good at cooking. I’ll eat well.”
“Yeah, Mom… Did the photoshoot finish okay?”
“More or less.”
“You said it was a bikini shoot today, right?”
“Want to see the pictures?”
“Hehe… You’re asking the obvious.”
“Hyun-woo.”
“Yeah?”
“Mom’s fine with it, but… your aunt comes over a lot. Maybe pay a little more attention to what you wear…”
“Ah… Sorry. Does it bother you?”
“When it’s just the two of us it doesn’t matter… I’m just worried someone else might see…”
“Got it. I’ll put clothes on after we eat.”
“Starting tomorrow.”
“Huh?”
“No one’s coming over today.”
“I get what you mean. I guess I got too comfortable.”
Their eyes met. His mother looked away. The half-naked figure of her son. Last night she had masturbated with the dildo. Everything that had happened at the lodging. The feelings that kept growing deeper. Love for her son—not as a child, but as a man. Hyun-woo had vaguely sensed it too from her reaction when she first walked in: shame, shyness. Yet he still had no certainty.
“Mom.”
“Yes…?”
“I’ve been studying how to do massages with the person lying face-up too… When would be a good time?”
Her heart dropped. Until now she had always received them face-down—both of them. But receiving one from the front felt different.
“It’s fine, but…”
“Because you’re embarrassed?”
“Yes… You’re going to try those bad hands again, aren’t you? You shouldn’t torment Mom…”
“What if I cover your face with a towel?”
He was bolder now, more explicit. After sex with his aunt, the way he treated his mother had shifted slightly.
“Do we really have to…? The massage will take longer… It’ll be hard…”
“Mom wants it too… If I lie face-up…”
So-young slowly raised her head and met her son’s eyes. Her heart pounded. The man digging into her chest was Hyun-woo.
“Hyun-woo…”
“Yes, Mom…”
“I’m going to ask one more time…”
“Why all of a sudden? If it bothers you we don’t have to… I was just asking.”
“You’re not feeling anything… as a man… right?”
“…Toward Mom?”
“Yes…”
He stopped eating. A serious question. A strange atmosphere. He felt he had to answer carefully. Hyun-woo tensed.
“You’re my mom… How could anyone feel that way about a parent? I have that much sense…”
“Then why… do you keep making things hard for Mom… Even now it’s strange enough… the two of us…”
“I know… I went too far… I’ll say it again… If it bothers you… we don’t have to…”
“No. If you really… don’t feel anything toward Mom as a woman… then face-up is fine…”
“……”
“Just promise me one thing…”
“Yes, Mom…”
“If by any chance… if… you ever start to feel something toward Mom… as a woman… you have to stop. Understand…?”
“The massage…?”
“Yes… You don’t have to tell me, but… you absolutely must. Can you do that…?”
“…Okay, Mom.”
“Sorry. The mood got weird… Eat quickly… the stew will get cold.”
They picked at their food. Neither of them could swallow easily. Both kept turning over the words the other had spoken. Hyun-woo, who had answered that he had never felt anything romantic, chewed on the lie again and again. His mother’s question had come out of nowhere. Stop if feelings arise. He had lied. He had loved her as a woman for a long time already. He had started the massages because he wanted to hold her, to have sex with her. Body and heart—he wanted every part of her. The desire boiled. What would happen if he did not stop? They had already begun. Both of them knew they were crossing the line: a son wearing only briefs in front of his mother, a mother looking forward to a massage that was really a caress. If they ever confirmed each other’s hearts… So-young was warning him in advance.
“This is really good… the kimchi stew.”
“Hehe… I learned it from YouTube. Easier than I thought.”
“Really? Maybe I can ask you sometimes, Hyun-woo.”
“Anytime. Days like today when you finish work and come home in the evening… just tell me and I’ll have it ready.”
They changed the subject. The awkward atmosphere lingered. Conversation kept breaking off and restarting. They finally finished dinner. Hyun-woo prepared for the massage while So-young washed the dishes. The two of them moved busily until at last they faced each other in the living room. A blanket lay spread on the floor. His mother approached slowly.
“Could you turn your head for a second?”
“Sure.”
Hyun-woo’s gaze never left So-young’s body. She turned her back and slipped off the shorts and T-shirt. Yellow sports panties and bra. A dazzling figure—the bright color made it even more striking. Her expression was flushed as she came toward her son. She lay face-down on the blanket and spread her legs to the sides. Familiar. Without hesitation Hyun-woo moved between her thighs, settled into a comfortable position, and admired his mother’s rear. He squeezed gel onto his palms and rubbed them together. Those perfectly shaped legs. He placed his hands on them.
“Mmm…”
A massage. No—a caress. His fingers slipped between her toes, slick and smooth. In earnest now. From her calves he stroked slowly upward.