Execution (17)

A fence.

A woman leaning back against it.

Flowers bloom brightly behind her.

A faint smile, then the shutter clicks.

Another pose.

One hand resting on her hip, eyes gazing into the distance.

Click.

Another woman approaches with her phone held out. They check the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shots together.

"You're prettier than the flowers, So-young."

"Hehe..."

"You're going to upload these, right?"

"Yeah. I got distracted with other things and haven't posted in days."

"I know. Your son's cock keeps circling around in your head... mine too."

"I'm going to the bathroom for a bit."

"Need the dildo?"

Playfulness colors the older sister's expression as she watches her younger sister's retreating back. Then, glancing around carefully, she texts Hyun-woo.

Hyun-woo quickens his pace. His aunt's scheme again. What is she planning this time?

Hyun-woo arrives home and heads straight to his room. He powers on the computer and works the mouse quickly, double-checking that every trace has been scrubbed clean. Just like last time, he swaps the watch history for massage-training videos and content about erectile dysfunction. He had prepared for this exact possibility—a diary written separately in a notepad file. He drags it onto the desktop where it will be impossible to miss, then hurries back outside.

As he walks the neighborhood, he imagines what will happen with his mother tonight. Something good.

So-young climbs into the passenger seat. The car pulls away. Tension shows clearly on her face as they head home.

"So-young, relax... why are you so wound up?"

"I'm not. What tension?"

"Hehe... no matter what the result is, Hyun-woo is still your son. There's nothing to worry about..."

"I know. My head's just a mess... what if he sees me as a woman?"

"You said you were going to leave for a while, right? Be honest with Hyun-woo. Tell him you need time."

"Will he understand?"

"Yeah. If it's Hyun-woo, he definitely will... he hasn't forced himself on you, has he?"

"Unnie, your jokes go too far... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that would be a crime beyond just taboo."

"That's exactly how you know how much self-control your son has. Think about it carefully."

Her sister is right. When they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had run into each other naked in the bathroom she had been startled, but he had never pushed for more. Whatever he might have thought inside, he always said he would wait—until his mother came to him.

"What do you think, Unnie?"

"You already know what answer I'd give."

"I still want to hear it."

"Hehe... if I were you, I'd call Hyun-woo over right now and make him take his cock out... then I'd hold it for him."

"And then what? That's the problem."

"Yeah. If ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even that wasn't enough to satisfy him... I'd suck my son's cock. Looking him straight in the eyes."

"I couldn't do that."

"You could."

"How do you know?"

"You told me yourself. That if you checked the computer and confirmed there were no feelings, you'd seduce him."

"......"

"You said it with your own mouth—that you'd grab Hyun-woo's cock and give him a handjob to make him want to have sex."

"That was just... heat of the moment. Impossible..."

"In the end you have to choose. Think it over carefully and decide, So-young."

"You'd like it if I had sex with Hyun-woo, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah. If I could, I'd want to watch it myself... my nephew's cock fucking his mother's pussy..."

They hit a red light. The two women meet each other's bloodshot eyes. Hot air fills the car.

"Do it with Min-su..."

"Look at you. Telling your own sister to sleep with her son while..."

"What... would it feel like?"

"Sex with your son?"

"Yeah... I masturbate every day, so I've gotten curious... Hyun-woo's cock is so big..."

So-jin already knows the answer. She has taken it herself—her nephew's cock pushing deep inside, the breath-stealing fullness, the dizzy rush that followed, and then the explosive pleasure that made her lower body feel like it was shattering. In front of a boy who was as good as a son, she had turned into a bitch in heat. She had sobbed and begged for his cock.

"Well... I've never taken anything that big, so..."

"Have you... been talking to Hyun-woo separately?"

"Sometimes?"

"About me?"

"Of course. I asked him what you like. Just yesterday."

"What did you say?"

"Secret."

"You didn't say anything weird, right?"

"If I had, he would've jumped you already."

"Let's drop it."

They pull up in front of the house. So-young gets out. Her heart pounds and refuses to settle. She clears her throat a few times, opens the front door, and steps carefully inside. No sign of anyone. She checks the kitchen first, then the living room, and finally Hyun-woo's room. She knocks. No answer. She knocks again and slowly pushes the door open.

"Hyun-woo...?"

A dark room. Light spills from the monitor. Her throat works as she swallows. She steps inside, confirms her son is gone, sits in the chair, and clicks the mouse. The computer is already on. The desktop. One folder stands out. Beneath it, a notepad file—exactly what her sister had mentioned. She clicks.

It feels like peeking into a diary. The words at the bottom strike like a dagger. So-young's eyes turn red and fill with tears that spill over.

"Hyun-woo, Mom loves you... I could never hate you... you're such a good boy... what am I even..."

Sobbing, she stands, leaves the notepad open, and walks into her bedroom with her head bowed, locking the door behind her. A mother who spied on her son's computer. An unforgivable, crazy bitch. She claws at her own hair, muttering to herself as she peels off her clothes one by one until she is completely naked. Emotion rules her body. She stares at her reflection in the full-length mirror, cups her breasts, and fondles them while moving toward the dresser. Deep in the drawer is the dildo her sister gave her as a gift. She climbs onto the bed, lies flat on her back, and spreads her legs wide. She presses the dildo against herself. With her free hand she picks up her phone and searches the keywords: mother and son sex. A feast of bare skin. Images, videos. She clicks through them one by one. A photo of a mother holding and stroking her son's cock. She zooms in. The woman looks so happy. Squish, squish. Her pussy is soaked, the dildo sliding in and out between the folds, moving faster and faster.

Hyun-woo wanders the neighborhood, debating whether to go home yet. She has almost certainly checked the computer by now, but he has no idea how she will react. He texts his aunt.

Blood rushes to his lower body. His aunt's words—have a good time. He doesn't know if his mother has read the notepad yet, but he wrote it from the perspective of a mama's boy, packed with genuine feeling. The woman he loves, So-young. He would give his life for her. He was too embarrassed to write that part down, but it is true. Breaking the natural order. His mother is still wrestling with it, so his approaching touch might feel like a burden. He wrote honestly. She might have felt it too—his feelings for her as a woman, even without any crude language.

He heads home, to the place where she is waiting. He enters the front-door code and steps inside. The smell of meat drifts from the kitchen. He slips off his shoes and goes there. She is cooking. She turns around.

"Where have you been until now?"

"Yeah. I forgot I was supposed to exercise this morning... so I did a few laps around the neighborhood."

"Hehe... perfect timing. Dinner's ready, so go shower quick and come out."

Hyun-woo walks toward his mother. So-young opens her arms naturally and receives him. An embrace.

"Oh, come on... I'm in the middle of cooking..."

"I love you, Mom..."

Something stirs between her groin and navel. Twitch, twitch. Her son's cock rises, burning hot, hard and thick.

"Go wash up. We'll eat first, then do it?"

"Yeah. I want to kiss you... but I'll hold back."

Her son steps away. The bulge between his legs is blatant; he makes no attempt to hide it as he heads for the bathroom off the living room.

So-young pulls off her apron. Underneath she wears only sports panties and a bra—nothing else. She turns off the bubbling pot and sets it on the table. She scoops rice into bowls, sits in a chair, and waits endlessly for Hyun-woo. Her eyes look ready to swallow him whole. The shape of a man.

Hyun-woo finishes his shower and comes out wearing only sports briefs. His cock is still fully erect, without the slightest hesitation. He sits across from his mother and looks at her. The two of them steal glances whenever they can. After the meal they stand side by side washing dishes, both of them hurrying. Without either saying a word they peel off the rubber gloves, clasp hands tightly, and walk out to the living room.

"Hyun-woo."

"Yeah, Mom."

"If it's hard... do you want to masturbate first?"

"Are you sure? Once I finish I get drained and the massage gets tough."

"It's fine. I just want to check that you're healthy."

The atmosphere has shifted. Right in front of her son she unhooks her bra straps and lets them fall. He sits on the sofa and watches. Her son tugs his sports briefs down. As always the twitching pillar gets in the way; he yanks them forward and kicks them off in one motion. Naked son standing before his mother who still wears only panties. He grips the shaft. Naturally his other hand settles on her breast, cleverly avoiding the nipple, kneading and shaking it. His mother crosses her arms. Out of her son's sight, her fingers fidget restlessly.