Execution (24)
A boyfriend.
And sex.
If the Hyun-woo she loved asked her for it—
Could she refuse?
No. She might be the one who wanted it first.
Even now.
"You said he's your boyfriend, didn't you? And that Hyun-woo seems to think of you as his girlfriend too."
"Haa... haa..."
"The situation's different from a little while ago, So-young... You know that too, right?"
"Yeah... I wanted to tell you, Unnie... You're the only person I can open up to... Haa... haa..."
"I know how you feel... I'm the same. The only people I can talk about this stuff with are you and Jun-hyeok."
"I wanted someone to acknowledge it... Anyone... Because I can't tell anyone else..."
"You want to fuck Hyun-woo, don't you? You want to give him that pussy of yours."
"Yeah... I want to. He's my boyfriend..."
"Hyun-woo's going to want you too."
"Because I'm his girlfriend..."
"Who's going to complain if a boyfriend and girlfriend have sex?"
"I want to, but... Hyun-woo and me... I'm scared of what might happen..."
"Scared of getting caught?"
"Yeah... You've seen the pictures we posted on SNS, Unnie... The comments..."
"Hehe... Yeah, there have definitely been more suspicious comments lately... Asking what the two of you even are to each other."
The day she had taken her son's cock in her hand and milked him dry—
She had felt it.
There was absolutely no going back to the way things were.
She had realized it for certain.
At home they held hands, but the moment they stepped outside she let go.
Her boyfriend's hand.
Fear.
Fear of ruining Hyun-woo's future.
"I told him we have to be careful... Even when you come over to the house..."
"So at home you walk around naked now, huh?"
"Yeah... I just wear panties... And when Hyun-woo's having a hard time, he tells me to take those off too..."
"And you? You don't take the panties off?"
"Haa... haa... Not yet..."
"Hehe... But you will soon, right?"
"I think so... During the massage... Hyun-woo tried to pull them down... They slipped a little..."
"Did you want Hyun-woo to suck your pussy?"
"Haa... haa... Unnie..."
"When you get home... work it out with the dildo. Don't let Hyun-woo notice... or you might jump him."
"What am I supposed to do...?"
"Like you said, it's not happening right this second. Let's think about it. When you get down to it, you're a celebrity. You have to be careful."
"I don't care what happens to me... It's Hyun-woo I'm worried about..."
"You crazy bitch... Is your son your husband or something? You look ready to throw your whole life away for him."
Chain-smoking.
So-jin was in a foul mood.
She already knew how Hyun-woo and So-young felt about each other.
She had only been confirming it.
But there was still one secret So-young hadn't told her.
The photos of her and Hyun-woo wearing nothing but panties.
Deep down, it stung a little.
Still, she was her little sister.
She understood how she felt.
And if sex with Hyun-woo ever became a reality—
Those suspicious comments would be impossible to ignore.
The two of them were already joined at the heart.
"I'll come over tomorrow."
"To watch you jerk Hyun-woo off...?"
"Yeah... I'm curious. You're his real mom, after all... It's the kind of scene you only ever see in porn."
"Hehe... Unnie, you're such a pervert..."
"My husband is looking forward to it too... You should've seen how worked up he got watching that video of Hyun-woo jerking it in front of you."
"That's disgusting..."
"Just so you know. You already know, don't you? That he and I... are perverts."
"Fine. Same as last time, right...? Just bring some booze..."
"You've gotten used to it too."
"Hehe..."
"Don't worry so much. You don't have to stew over this alone... Unnie's going to help you."
"Thank you..."
So-young found her composure again.
Just a few words from her sister.
Someone she could trust.
A quiet living room.
The front door opened and she stepped inside.
So-jin.
Her husband and Min-su wouldn't be home for a long while yet.
The bedroom was upstairs.
Too lazy to bother, she tossed her clothes onto the sofa and headed for the bathroom.
A dull ache lingered between her legs.
Sex with her nephew.
The afterglow still hadn't faded.
That cock that had pounded into her like a madman.
She picked up the showerhead and aimed the spray at her pussy.
"Haa... haa... Min-su..."
Crouching on the floor, she closed her eyes and summoned someone in her mind.
Her son. Min-su.
She pushed a finger deep between her legs.
A wet, squelching friction.
Her hand moved faster and faster.
She was so jealous.
She felt like she was falling behind.
That hunger for incest—
boiled up again from the deepest part of her heart.
"Nnngh!!"
Her body went rigid.
Her heels lifted slightly off the floor.
She trembled hard.
Then her breathing slowly settled, and she rose to finish her shower.
Tomorrow she would go over to her little sister's place.
To watch a mother stroke her own son's cock.
The mirror.
She stared hard at her own face.
Could she seduce Min-su?
Should she make the first move?
A thousand thoughts raced through her head.
She still didn't have that kind of courage.
Fantasy and reality.
She let out a long sigh and wrapped a long towel around her body.
Out of the bathroom.
"Oh?"
"My goodness... When did you get home?"
A man standing right in front of her.
Min-su.
In the middle of the day.
It wasn't time for him to be back yet.
Flustered.
Her face burned hot.
"Just now... I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early to rest."
"I see... Did you eat?"
"I grabbed something simple outside."
The atmosphere was completely different.
Min-su's gaze.
On So-jin's body, wrapped in nothing but a long towel.
His eyes traveled.
From top to bottom.
"Mom just got home too... I felt sticky, so I took a shower."
"......"
"Hehe... What are you staring at like that?"
"I'm going to my room to rest."
Min-su brushed past her without another word.
So-jin's heart hammered in her chest.
He always seemed so blunt, but the way her son had looked at her—
He had raked his eyes over her body.
Something rose up between her legs.
A sensation like something was about to spill out.
She squeezed her thighs together and hurried to the sofa on quick little steps.
Gathering her clothes, she went upstairs.
She shut her bedroom door and pressed a hand to her chest.
Then she stripped off the towel wrapped around her body and threw it aside.
The clothes in her hand went with it.
"Haa... haa... He finally looked at me... Mom..."
Talking to herself.
She opened a drawer and rummaged through it.
The adult shop she had visited with So-young.
The dildo she had chosen while imagining Min-su's cock.
She climbed onto the bed and lay flat on her back.
Spreading her legs wide to either side, she recalled the look in his eyes and pushed it in deep.
Imagining him climbing on top of her belly.
Squelch, squelch.
She raced toward climax.
A quiet residential side street.
He had come out early and skipped his workout.
Mom had gone off to crush pilates and swimming too.
He walked until sweat ran down his skin.
Phone clock: just past three.
Right on cue, a message alert chimed.
He checked it.
And froze in surprise.
His homeroom teacher from freshman year of high school.
He stopped walking and glanced around.
A bench sat nearby.
He sat down and replied.
The conversation stalled.
He wasn't particularly invested, but she had reached out first.
What his aunt had said.
Go fuck her.
He was getting hard, honestly.
The conversation stalled again.
What was she thinking?
He tested the waters a little.
Silence.
The conversation cut off cold.
For a long while.
He had no choice but to go first.
Success.
All that was left was locking down a date.
She had clearly picked up on it.
A meeting with the teacher who used to teach him.
Could they have sex?
She seemed interested, at least.
First things first—set a date schedule with Mom.
Home.
He punched in the front door code and stepped inside.
Mom's shoes sat alone by the entrance.
Signs of life.
"Just getting in?"
"Yeah. You're home early."
"Hehe... I did a little exercise, then hung out at a café with your aunt before coming back."
"Wait... Mom, your face..."
"Hmm...?"
He stepped in close.
His mother's pale white face.
The little mole beside her left eye.
Same as always—
No.
The eyeliner.
She had drawn it darker than usual.
Sharp, and yet radiating a sexy allure.
Provocative.
And the eyelashes.
She only ever put those on for photo shoots or outside schedules.
At home.
One more thing—her lips.
She usually favored a soft pink tint.
A deep, rich red.
This is... for me?
He swept Mom's hair back behind her ear.
"What are you doing all of a sudden..."
"You changed your makeup style... Sexy."
"Hehe... You noticed right away?"
"Yeah. Fake lashes, darker eyeliner... and red lipstick on top of that..."
"I just... thought I'd try a change of mood..."
"That's not it. Look me in the eye... Mom."
His hand rested against his mother's cheek.
He brought his face in so close it was almost overwhelming.
Close enough that their lips nearly touched.
Close enough to feel each other's breath.
"What are you doing the second you walk in the door... Hyun-woo."
"There's no one else here. No one else to show it to."
"Hehe... Busted."
So-young beamed.
She pushed her tongue into her son's mouth.
A wet, hungry friction.
The two of them shared a passionate kiss.
His hands found his mother's waist.
Her hands wound around her son's waist in return.
They held each other tight.
Tongue tangled with tongue as they sucked and licked greedily.
"Haa... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
Flushed faces.
Staring straight into each other's eyes.
A change rising in her son's lower body.
His cock twitched and stood up hard.
Grinding against his mother's crotch until it was fully erect.
"It's gotten so hard... Hyun-woo's cock..."
"Mom made it this way..."
"Want me to take care of it?"
"We've got plenty of time. I want the massage first, though."
"Hehe... You little brat. Did you eat?"
"Oh, right... It's a little early, but let's eat together first and then do it... Mom and I are both going to need a lot of energy."
"...Alright."
"I'll do it properly today... The front too."
"Mom will too... So our son doesn't have such a hard time... I'll stroke your cock for you."
A man and a woman, hands clasped tight.
They prepared the meal together.
A kitchen that never stopped smiling.
They sat across from each other and ate, then finished the dishes perfectly.
Each to their own room.
Soon mother and son reappeared.
Wearing nothing but sport briefs.
A familiar sight.
The son brought a blanket and lube; the mother brought towels and tissues.
The woman lay face-down.
She spread her smooth legs wide to either side, making room for him to settle in.
The man nestled between them and sat in a comfortable position.
Both arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
Mother's pussy and son's cock, facing each other with only panties between them.
His hands, already in heat, began to devour his mother's body.