Execution (15)
So-young’s hair was drenched in sweat.
She swept it back and tied it up.
A fierce thirst. Lewd conversation with her sister. Each of them had masturbated while imagining her own son. For a full hour.
She changed into fresh underwear, slipped a thin nightgown over herself, and stepped out into the living room.
A presence. Hyun-woo emerging from the kitchen.
“Still… not asleep?”
“Yeah, just woke up…”
Her son in nothing but his briefs. Beads of sweat clung to his shoulders.
Had he had a nightmare? Was that why he’d woken in the middle of the night? Worry flickered through her.
Her gaze dropped lower. His briefs were damp. She understood at once.
“Did you… masturbate in your room…?”
“Mm… couldn’t sleep… and I started thinking about it…”
“Did you come…?”
“No…”
Mom opened her arms wide and pulled her son into a tight embrace. Belly against belly. The soft fabric of her slip brushed against his lower body, teasing him.
Twitch. Twitch. His cock stirred, rubbing slowly against her crotch as it rose.
“At your age that’s perfectly normal… There’s nothing strange about it, so don’t worry…”
“Okay, Mom…”
“It’s hard, isn’t it…?”
“A little…”
“You won’t be able to sleep like this… Mom’s thirsty, so I’m going to grab some water. Sit on the sofa for me…”
His hands found her slender waist, then slid lower to cup her ass. A full, springy sensation filled his palms.
“Hehe… Getting hard again right in front of Mom…”
“Sorry…”
“Don’t be. It just means my son is healthy… I’ll go get that water, okay?”
So-young smiled brightly, left him behind, and headed for the kitchen. He watched her go. The back of his mother in that thin slip. Almost no light reached the dark living room, yet the faint outline of her bare skin still showed through. The sight was unbearably sexy. He swallowed hard.
With a lingering sense of regret he sat on the sofa. A moment later So-young settled beside him. Silence filled the living room.
“Want to watch a movie? Mom can’t sleep either…”
“Mm… What genre do you like?”
“Hehe… Nothing comes to mind… Since our Hyun-woo still needs to finish, maybe something dirty…?”
Mom turned her head and stared straight at her son’s face. Their eyes met; sparks flew. Her slender hand settled on his thigh and began to stroke it gently.
“Mom…”
“Nothing too explicit… You know those softcore erotic films… the kind we saw when we went out that time…”
“Okay… I’ll put one on…”
They weren’t subscribed to any adult channels. He searched on his phone. Erotic movies… which one? The titles were embarrassingly blunt. Current trends. Family themes. Cousin Sis, Delicious Stepmom, Between My Sister-in-Law’s Legs. Nothing normal in sight.
Before he knew it So-young had leaned in, staring at the phone screen with him.
“Oh my… Why are the titles so…?”
“Guess that’s what’s popular these days…”
“I see… When Mom was young it was usually teachers, or the older boy next door, or a big sister…”
“You’ve watched erotic movies before, Mom?”
“Hehe… Sometimes… Mom gets those thoughts too… You’re not the only one…”
“Do you… masturbate…?”
“Yes… Since you were honest with Mom, I’ll tell you specially…”
His hand climbed onto her thigh. They stroked each other’s bodies gently. Their breathing grew rougher by the second.
“I had no idea… that Mom masturbates…”
“Mom’s a woman too… Sometimes I just want to be held… Hurry and pick one… Time’s just wasting…”
“How about… Cousin Sis…?”
“Not really…”
“Between My Sister-in-Law’s Legs…?”
“That one’s no good either…”
Her hand slipped deeper between his thighs. His body jerked. A sudden moan escaped him at the unexpected assault.
“Delicious… Stepmom…?”
“Do you want to watch that…?”
“No, if we flip the page there’ll be other ones…”
“Pick whatever Hyun-woo wants to see…”
So-young stood. Right in front of her son she slipped the nightgown off. She folded it neatly on the table, reached both hands behind her back, and unhooked her bra herself. Her breasts swayed free. Hyun-woo’s gaze was blatant. She sat back down on the sofa and kneaded his firm thigh.
“We’ll go with Stepmom…”
“Hehe… This kid… such a mama’s boy…”
He mirrored the phone to the living-room TV. An older woman and a young man sat at a dining table eating. The woman was dressed provocatively; the man kept staring. Her tank top plunged deep between her breasts, collarbones fully exposed.
“That woman… her tits are big…”
Hyun-woo’s eyes flicked back and forth between the breasts on screen and his mother’s. She gave a dismissive little laugh and lightly cupped one of her own.
“Haa…”
“They’re big, sure… but the shape’s nothing special… Mom’s are way prettier…”
“Oh my… Hyun-woo, saying naughty things now…?”
“If you don’t like it, just say so… I’ll stop… If Mom feels bad… I feel bad too…”
Soft. Elastic. Perfect. He remembered she had told him not to touch her nipples. His fingertips traced slow circles around the full curves. She twitched. Hot breath spilled against each other’s skin.
“Haa… haa…”
“Haa… haa…”
The scene changed. It seemed to be a highlight reel rather than the full film. The couple was drinking now. The tipsy woman rested her head on the man’s shoulder. Their eyes met; they shared a searing kiss.
Hyun-woo hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and began to ease them down. Mom noticed but pretended not to. The fabric caught on his shaft. He tugged it forward. His cock sprang free.
“It’s gotten… so big…”
“Because it’s Mom…”
Thump-thump. That single line struck straight into her core. On screen the couple struggled out of their clothes while still kissing, until they faced each other completely naked. The man laid the woman on her side, pulled her close, then roughly tossed her onto the bed. He climbed between her legs, straddled her belly, and dragged his tongue slowly down from her shoulder.
“Can you… say that again…?”
“Because it’s Mom… that’s why…”
Mother and son. Their pupils locked, staring hard. Their faces filled each other’s vision. Mom’s lips glistened. She parted them slightly and slowly offered her tongue to her son. A sweet scent. Hyun-woo was drunk on it. As if possessed he extended his own tongue.
“Mmmp…”
They tangled. Mother’s tongue and son’s tongue. A kiss. Something forbidden between parent and child. Saliva passed back and forth; they swallowed it greedily, licking with vulgar wet sounds. And from the TV and phone the moans poured out. Flesh slapped against flesh.
[Aaahng…! Haang!! It feels so good…! Uuung…!]
[Mom…! Mom…!]
The man on top of the woman drove his hips down hard. The bed creaked. The cries filled the entire living room. So-young and Hyun-woo, still kissing, slowly pulled apart. A long string of saliva stretched between them—proof of the kiss.
“Have you… done this with other girls…?”
“Mom’s the first… a kiss like this…”
“Hehe… Not just a peck…?”
“Yeah. A real kiss… Mom…”
His tongue sought her again, plunging deep between her lips.
“Mmph…!”
So deep she could barely breathe. Their tongues tangled; he explored her mouth freely. Her throat bobbed. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Haa…! Haa…!”
They parted once more. Eyes locked, staring as if they were the only two people left in the world. For a long time neither looked away.
“I stole Hyun-woo’s first kiss…”
“Because it’s Mom… I like it…”
“Say it… one more time…?”
“I like it because it’s Mom… And… because it’s Mom… I’m happy… I love you…”
“I love you too… my son…”
Hyun-woo leaned back, wrapped a hand around his nodding shaft, and began to stroke while his eyes drank in his mother’s dazzling body. Wet friction sounds filled the air.
“It looks even bigger than before… Are you okay…?”
“Mm… Haa…! Haa…! Because Mom’s right here watching…”
The urge to grab her son’s cock herself. Her sister’s words. Parent and child. She repeated them endlessly inside her head even as her trembling hand rose to his chest and lightly flicked a nipple.
“Nngh!! Mom…!”
“That’s it, Hyun-woo… Even if Mom can’t help you all the way… I can do this much… Be strong…”
“Haa…! Haa…!”
Clear caresses. A mother’s sacred act meant to draw the seed from her son’s cock. She flicked the nipple in a slow rhythm. Hyun-woo’s body jerked in time. Legs spread wide, shaft standing tall, he pumped hard.
“Mom…! I’m gonna come soon…! Nngh!! Ah…!”
She grabbed a few tissues from the table and lightly pressed them to the swollen head that looked ready to burst. On the TV the man let out a guttural groan, cried out for his mother, and went rigid. At the same instant Hyun-woo’s body locked up. Tendons stood out on his thighs; his hips jerked upward. Mom’s fingers sped up, still teasing his nipple as she watched.
“Nnngh!! Mom!!”
Liquid erupted. Too fast. The tissues couldn’t catch it all. Gravity took over and it spattered across the living-room floor. It painted her face, her breasts, her thighs. Twitch. Twitch. He was the same—some of it in his hair, on his crotch, his thighs, even his shoulder.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Stay still… Mom will clean you up, okay…?”
She knew his cum was all over her and didn’t care in the slightest. The only thing that mattered was taking care of the man in front of her. She wiped every spot with careful tissues. His breathing finally began to settle.
“Haa…”
“How long were you holding it in to come this much… You should have told me sooner…”
“Didn’t want to trouble you…”
“I know… I know exactly how you feel… But still… when it gets really hard… tell Mom…”
“…I don’t want to.”
“When my Hyun-woo is suffering… Mom feels just as bad…”
“Mom…”
“So from now on… whenever you need Mom… just say so… All right…?”
“Okay…”
“I think… Mom needs to wash up…”
“Mm… I didn’t mean for that to happen…”
“Hehe… You really made a mess, our Hyun-woo…”
Cum still clung to her face. It slid down her cheek, pooled at her chin, then dripped onto the floor.
“I think I can sleep now…”
“Yeah… Me too…”
“Good night…”
“Sweet dreams, Hyun-woo…”
The words he couldn’t say rose all the way to his throat. Let’s wash together. He watched his mother’s retreating back. He had felt her sincerity. He was certain. Mom loved him. Not as a son— as a man. The kiss. The nipple play. A woman’s devotion and love for a man in need.
The slip and sports bra she had left behind still lay on the table. Naked, he stood, gathered them up, and carried them to his bedroom.