Execution (13)
The living room sofa.
So-jin lies on her side. Dolphin shorts and a crop top. A sliver of waist and navel peeks out. Curled up, pretending to sleep.
She got a message from her son, Min-su. After two days away from home, the usually blunt kid had texted asking when she would be back.
Her husband is resting in the master bedroom upstairs.
She waits without purpose. How much time has passed?
At last the front door opens. Footsteps. The only person who would walk in is Min-su. The presence draws closer and closer.
“Mom?”
Min-su looks down from above. His mother curled tightly, as if asleep. That curving body. Thighs and ass thrown into sharp relief. He does not know where to put his eyes.
“Mom, I’m hungry… Food?”
No answer from So-jin. Min-su hesitates. He lets out a sigh and gently shakes her shoulder.
“Mmm…?”
“I said I’m hungry.”
“Okay… I dozed off for a second. When did you get here?”
“Just now.”
“Go wash up and come out. Everything’s ready.”
“I want to eat first, then wash.”
Min-su turns his gaze away. Still blunt as ever.
The corner of So-jin’s mouth lifts, just a little. For a brief moment she felt her son’s eyes on her.
Maybe. It is only the beginning, but…
Her son disappears from view. She slips a hand inside her panties. That place is already soaking wet.
Just the touch of her son’s hand on her shoulder. That alone has left So-jin’s pussy drenched.
Sex with her nephew. The pleasure incest brings. She has already crossed a river from which there is no return.
The wet, slick sound of friction. A hand gliding over smooth legs. Twitching. It slips naturally inside the sport panties that cover the upper curve of her ass.
“Haa… nnngh…”
He grips her ass, cups his palm, then opens it again. Kneads a few times, pulls his hand back, returns to her thighs. Repeats.
Breathing grows ragged. No one else to name.
So-young and Hyun-woo.
“I’m going to change positions a little, Mom.”
“Mmm… forward…?”
“No. I need to start from the shoulders.”
“Okay…”
He carefully lowers the leg that had been resting across her thigh. Slowly rises and moves to the head of the bed. Settles into a comfortable seat.
The center of his briefs is bulging hard. His cock is fully erect. So-young has not seen it, yet she already knows.
“Come a little closer… like last time…”
So-young lifts her head. Her cheeks are flushed red. She cannot look at the sport briefs; she rests her head against her son’s thigh instead. Careful not to touch his cock.
In that instant his hand settles on her shoulder. Shifts a little to the side. Applies pressure as if guiding her.
“Just a bit more to the side…”
“Haa… haa…”
Something twitches. It brushes her forehead and springs away. She lowers her head, then leans forward. The base of the shaft presses down hard.
It stands fully upright at the same moment both of them let out soft moans.
“Stay just like that, Mom…”
“Haa… haa… okay…”
He squeezes more gel onto his palm again and rubs it in. Hands return to her shoulders and the massage begins. Her arms quickly grow glossy. Lower and lower.
The sport bra. He hesitates. Another barrier he will have to cross someday. He slides his hands inside, pushing as far forward as he can.
“Nnngh…”
His hands reach her pelvis. The bra straps catch on his arms and ride upward. He pulls back. Rests his hands on her shoulders and stays still.
“Can I… undo the straps?”
“Go ahead…”
Hot breath brushes the tip of his cock. His mother’s breathing. The shaft twitches without rest. Unbearable.
“Is it… hard for you…?”
“I’m fine. Not yet.”
“Hehe… I told you to stop those naughty hands… What are you planning once you undo the bra…”
“When you lie on your front… it should be easier to massage you…”
“All right… I’ll do whatever Hyun-woo says… Just tell me anytime if it gets too much…”
Blood rushes downward. His mother seems to have let go a little herself. She has already shown him her masturbation. Her reactions have grown far better. Every time his fingertips graze a sensitive spot she moans and twitches.
His hands move to the bra. He loosens it lightly. Far too easily.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
Now only her panties hide her body. Stripping them off today is still too much. But if he does this…
He leans his upper body forward in a smooth slide. From her shoulders…
“Hnnngh…!”
He settles his weight lower. His mother lifts her hips. Pleasure sharp enough to twist her toes. He does not stop; he drives straight ahead. Past her pelvis. To the boundary of her ass where the sport panties block him. He gives a light push.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
The panties roll downward. He pulls his hands back, then forward again. Repeats.
“Nngh…!”
A moan. Her arms are slick with gel. She clutches her son’s thighs and endures. Her waist jerks upward, then sinks again. A glimpse of that place. The cleft of her ass. Only a little, but…
Then… this time…
Both hands return to her shoulders. Glide downward as if stroking.
“Nnngh…! Haa…”
Past her pelvis to her ass. He extends his thumbs. Lightly touches the cleft between.
“Ahng!!”
His mother’s head snaps up. Sensation. It scrapes up the length of his shaft.
“Ugh!!”
Skin clamps around his fingers. The cleft of his mother’s ass. In that moment she shakes her body free of his hands. Deeply regretful.
“You… what do you think you’re doing… haa… haa…”
“I heard it feels good if you do there too…”
“Don’t lie. Do you think Mom’s an idiot? That place… no.”
“It’s true… Last time Auntie did it there, remember?”
So-young is left speechless. She remembers clearly. Her sister’s hands. Right in front of Hyun-woo she had brushed the cleft of her ass. Said it would feel good. An intentional act. Told her to enjoy it. Her son’s caresses.
“That was just teasing…”
“Okay. If you don’t want it, I won’t.”
“It’s not that I don’t want it. That place… is just hard for Mom.”
“Hard…?”
“Yeah… It’s embarrassing to say this to you, but I need to make it clear. It’s an erogenous zone.”
“Ah… I didn’t know. So that’s what you meant by teasing…”
“Yes. Auntie was just playing around… You mustn’t do it… Understand? Don’t be disappointed…”
“I get what you mean. I won’t touch it.”
A mother telling her son about her erogenous zones. She lowers her head again. Unconsciously nuzzles. Presses down on his cock. Hyun-woo fights with everything he has to hold on.
“Nnngh…!”
“Is it hard?”
“I’m fine. I can last until the massage is over…”
“It looks uncomfortable… You said you couldn’t even do it yesterday…”
Hyun-woo starts moving his hands again. He ignores So-young’s words. Her whole body is coated in gel.
“Nnngh… haa… nnngh… haa…”
He works every inch with care. Hyun-woo does not want to waste this chance. So-young wishes he would stop. A tug-of-war. A moment ago it had been extremely dangerous. The touch that brushed the cleft of her ass. Not a mother’s voice— a woman’s. Moans. She should never have let him hear them, but the water is already spilled.
“I think we can do the front now, Mom…”
“Should I roll over…?”
“Yeah… Upper body first…”
“You little… You’re trying to touch Mom’s breasts, aren’t you?”
“……”
“Don’t touch the nipples… please…”
Another erogenous zone. The nipples. And the crease where the thighs meet the groin. The cleft of her ass. Already three places. Things she could not easily tell even a boyfriend. And she is telling her son. So-young is too flushed to meet his eyes. She squeezes them shut and slowly rolls onto her back.
The bra is gone. Bare before her son’s eyes. Full, rising breasts. Nipples standing out. Pink. Hyun-woo’s gaze drops lower. The sport panties. A clear wet stain. His mother’s pussy.
“Ready…?”
“Yeah. Can you stretch your arms out to the sides a little…?”
“Like this…?”
She spreads both arms and waits for her son’s hands. Still cannot open her eyes. Hyun-woo’s gaze rakes over her openly. He covers her face with a towel he prepared earlier. Rough breathing. He refills his palms with gel. Admires her collarbones. Both hands settle on her shoulders. Twitching. Very slowly, carefully. Gliding downward as if stroking.
“Nnngh… haa… nnngh… haa…”
The upper swell of her breasts. Smooth and soft. Yielding. He wants to touch the nipples, but she made her refusal clear, so he cannot. He draws circles. Cleverly fondles her breasts. His mother’s body twitches. And her face. His cock twitches at a distance that almost touches. Only a single towel between them.
“Hyun-woo…”
“Yeah, Mom…”
“Are you going to do my legs too…?”
“I was planning to… Did you want to say something…?”
“Mom’s… having a really hard time… You’re an adult now too… so you understand…?”
“… Yeah.”
“Let’s save the rest for next time… It’s the first time, so breathing is hard… Let’s stop…”
“Okay… If it’s too much you can go rest…”
“You need to get one too… After making Mom suffer like this… You can’t just slip away by yourself.”
She flings the towel off her face. Still cannot open her eyes. Her son notices. He lifts her head and sets it back on the floor. Takes a step back. Only then does she open her eyes and sit up. Bloodshot eyes. Both of them steady their breathing. A lull.
Her son watches intently as she wipes the gel from her body. At last their eyes meet.
“Lie down.”
“Okay.”
She makes room. Warmth still lingers. He lies face-down in her place. Spreads his legs wide to the sides.
“Does it hurt…? You looked like you were really struggling…”
“I’m fine. It’s not a bony part…”
“All right. Like I said earlier, tell me anytime… I’ll watch over you.”
“Thanks, Mom…”
She settles comfortably between her son’s legs. Squeezes gel onto her palms and begins the massage. From the ankles, slowly. Glides upward. Clumsy movements. Yet full of affection. Careful and thorough.
“Nnngh… haa…”
“Any sore spots?”
“No… Feels good…”
“Hehe… After making Mom suffer… You need to take some of it too.”
A sudden thrust. Hyun-woo’s head jerks up. His mother’s fingers have slipped into the crease of his groin. Twitching. His hips bounce upward, then sink weakly. A son moaning in front of his mother.
“Ugh…! Mom…!”
“That’s right… Hyun-woo inherited Mom’s blood, so this place is hard for you too… Isn’t it…?”
“Ah…! There… a little…!”
Her hands travel back and forth through the crease. Pleasure so intense he cannot breathe. His mother working her son’s groin. Fluid drips from the head of his cock. It seeps out in long strands. Soaks the blanket spread beneath him.
“Haa…! Haa…! Ugh…! Mom…”
“Something you want to say…?”
“I can’t hold it…”
“Good… When you massage Mom next time… take it easy…”
“Yeah… I’m sorry… haa…! Haa…!”
“Get up… and take your panties off for me…?”
“You want to do it here…?”
“I’ll sit on the sofa…”
She stands. Sits on the sofa and folds her arms. Eyes fixed on her son’s body. Hyun-woo’s arms have no strength. His mother’s sudden attack. Blatant hands. It had not been a massage— it had been a caress. He barely manages to rise and stands straight in front of her.
He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and slowly draws the briefs down. They catch on the jutting shaft and snap forward. His cock springs free like a released spring. A long strand of fluid stretches. Pre-cum. Still connected to the fabric. He sets the briefs aside and looks at his mother. Takes the vein-ridged shaft in his hand.