Crossing the Line
Flesh slides softly against flesh.
Every time his hand slips deep between her thighs and into the crease of her groin, she twitches.
His mother's body.
Smeared thick with gel.
Even with her son watching, she can't hold back the soft moans that slip free.
No—she has no intention of holding them back.
She's grown comfortable enough now to scroll through her phone while receiving the massage.
The photos she posted on SNS.
So-young skims the comments under the pictures she took with Hyun-woo.
Comments with a strange edge to them.
Ones that cast suspicion on her relationship with her son.
Just jokes, surely.
What if she posted a photo wearing nothing but panties?
Excitement, and fear.
A tangled mix of both.
"Something fun on there?"
"Hehe... just looking at the comments. The ones on the photos I took with Hyun-woo."
"I saw them too... the hate comments have been picking up lately... you okay?"
"It's been like that for ages. What of it... my son's just that good-looking."
"Me?"
"Mm. It's Mom's account, but you've got a ton of fans now... that woman from the modeling job last time, too."
"Ah... the one with the bronze skin."
"She's really interested in you... leaves such pretty comments... mmmh...! Haa..."
Her son's hand digs deep into her body.
His fingertips brush the labia that have peeked out just a little.
He rubs the cleft between them, conveying his meaning without words.
That he needs no other woman.
"Did Mom... say something wrong...? Why are you suddenly touching me there... haa... haa..."
"You already know how I feel... I'm not testing you... I don't need any other woman..."
"Even so... someday you'll have to date a normal girl, won't you... I'm just worried..."
"Do you want me to meet someone else, Mom? Do you want me to pull away?"
"That's not it... nngh...! Aah...! Hyun-woo...!"
His hand slips inside the sports panties covering the upper curve of her ass.
He kneads the soft, springy flesh.
His thumb.
Still rubbing the crease where her thighs meet, he keeps grazing her labia with light, deliberate touches.
Her reactions grow sharper.
Her hips jerk upward, then sink back down without strength.
Her lifted ass rocks and quivers.
A wet stain blooms clear and dark over that secret place.
"Haa... haa..."
"I... wouldn't like it either if you started talking about other men..."
"Hyun-woo..."
"So... don't even mention other women... The only woman for me... is you, Mom..."
"You... do you... Mom as..."
"Can I take the panties off? They're in the way."
Hyun-woo rises.
Looking down at his mother lying on her stomach, he peels the panties away.
His cock springs free.
He moves up beside her head.
Settles into a comfortable seat.
"Lift your head a little, Mom."
"Haa... haa..."
His thighs.
Her reddened ear.
She slowly raises her head.
The thing standing tall and hard.
He presses the crown of her head down firmly against it, holding her close.
His hand stretches out.
It glides from her shoulder, sliding smoothly downward.
"I've started... feeling you as a woman, Mom..."
"Haa... haa... I told you we can't... what are you planning to do..."
"You already knew, didn't you... Mom... didn't you?"
In that moment.
His hand digs in beneath her waist.
It circles around her breast as if tracing lazy loops, then flicks the protruding nipple upward.
A spasm.
Her body shudders, trembling, then settles again.
"Nngh...! Aah...! Haa...! Haa...!"
"I can't stop now... I want to... with you, Mom... I want to have everything..."
His hands move faster.
Kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples.
The first time he speaks his heart out loud.
Both of them already knew.
"We... can't, Hyun-woo...! Nngh...!"
"You want it with me too, don't you... If not, say so... I won't touch you ever again..."
Even bolder now.
One hand rides down from her back.
It plunges straight into her sports panties.
Breasts and ass, and her nipples.
All of it ravished by her son's hands.
Her mind is full of the thought that she must stop this, yet her mouth will not open.
If she does.
She will have to let this man go.
Her son, Hyun-woo.
The man who has taken root in her heart.
The one she wants to stay with forever.
"No answer... I understand how you feel, Mom... Because I'm your son... Because we're a pair that can never be..."
"Nngh...! Ah...! Hngh!! Ahaang!!"
"All day long my head is full of you... What should I do to make you happy... Will you like me... I'm worried..."
"Hyun-woo...!"
"I love you, Mom... as a woman..."
His hand on her ass.
It digs into the cleft.
Fingertips graze, sliding lower and lower.
And at last they reach that place, warm and damp, holding its moist heat.
"Aang!!"
"Here it is... the place I was born from... Soft and warm... and wet, too..."
"Aah...! No, Hyun-woo... not there... nngh...!"
"I know. It's Mom's pussy... the pussy of the woman I love..."
"Haa...! Haa...! Hyun-woo... Mom will take care of you, so... you can't touch me there...!"
Her face twists.
His hand slips back from her pussy.
The wetness clinging to his fingertips.
It stretches in a long, glistening string down toward the living-room floor.
"Don't look so sad, Mom..."
"Haa... haa... It was just so sudden... It's not that I dislike you... I'm not sad... my son..."
She pushes her upper body up.
Her head rises with it.
She had been pressing down against the base of his shaft.
As she slowly comes up, that thick, vein-ridged length scrapes along her chin.
It brushes past the soft flesh of her cheek.
Her lips, her nose, her forehead.
She feels every inch of her son's hot cock.
It springs free like a coil, glancing off her face and bouncing aside.
The two of them face each other, breathing hard.
"Haa... haa..."
"Haa... haa..."
She sticks out her tongue.
Pushes it into the man's mouth.
The wet sound of licking and sliding.
They wrap their arms around each other's waists and cling tight.
Belly to belly.
Legs overlapping.
Tongues tangled together.
Something prods and presses.
The man's cock.
It twitches between their soft skin.
For a long while.
"I love you, Hyun-woo..."
"I love you, Mom..."
Her lips slowly pull away.
Around her son's mouth.
Traces of lipstick.
She smiles brightly.
For him.
"Thank you... for loving someone as worthless as me..."
"Don't say that. You're... the woman I love most in the whole world..."
"And you're... Mom's one and only man..."
"You're the same as me, then? You love me...? As a man...?"
"Yes... I feel you as a man... my son..."
Between their bellies.
She seizes her son's vein-ridged cock in a firm grip.
Stroking it gently, she whispers love against his ear.
Two people who have confessed their true hearts.
They tear down the boundary of mother and son themselves and face each other as lovers.
The parent-child bond, severed.
Joined again as man and woman.
"Not yet, Mom... I want to massage the front too..."
"Hehe... my son... you want to see Mom's pussy, don't you...?"
"Yeah... since you're touching my cock too..."
"Alright... the two of us... we've crossed a river we never should have..."
"Lie down, Mom... I'll take care of you..."
A light kiss.
She turns and settles with her head resting on his thigh.
Lying flat now.
Her nipples jut out between the full swells of her breasts.
Pink.
The head of his cock brushes her pale face, then draws away again.
A space for mother and son alone.
Their private chamber.
A place no one else can touch.
His hands find her breasts.
"Haa..."
"Feel good...?"
"I'm happy... because Hyun-woo is touching me..."
"Me too... every time you stroke my cock... it almost feels like this can't be real..."
"Tomorrow... Auntie's coming over to the house..."
"I see... so we won't be able to do this tomorrow, then...?"
"Should I tell her not to come...?"
"That'd only make her suspicious... we've never done that before..."
"She said she'd lend us the car..."
"To take on our date...?"
"Mm... crowded places feel a bit much... I want to go around quietly... just with you..."
Her pink nipples.
They allow her son's invasion.
Swelling fuller and fuller.
Trembling.
Breasts too large for both his hands to hold.
He flicks them lightly upward.
Her lips part wide.
She lets out a cry of pleasure toward her son.
"Then let's go the day after tomorrow..."
"A date with Mom...? Or with a woman...?"
"Both... You're still Mom... even if I feel you as a woman..."
"Hehe... Mom thinks the same..."
"And... we have to be careful. At home it's fine, but... once we're outside, we..."
"Right... we have to be mother and son..."
"Auntie... once touched my cock with the sole of her foot... Maybe..."
"She might have noticed...?"
"Yeah... she didn't say anything, but... the atmosphere was a little..."
"Hehe... Auntie will be fine. Even if she does notice... she'll talk to Mom first..."
"Where do you want to go?"
"On our date...?"
"Yeah. Since she said she'd lend us the car... a drive-in theater came to mind. What do you think, Mom...?"
"Let's stop by a clothing store on the way... I want to buy you some clothes..."
"We'll buy some for you too... I want to pick them out..."
"Watch one movie... and then...?"
"We'll need to eat, so... a family restaurant? It's my first date, so I don't really know..."
"It's Mom's first too... Good thinking. After we eat... just a drive... that'll be enough..."
He refills gel into his palm.
From her breasts it trails downward.
Past her narrow waist, over her navel, stopping at her pelvis.
He rubs lightly.
Her body twitches.
Her hips begin to rock.
His hand draws closer.
Toward her pussy, slowly.
"I always think this, but... your skin is really incredible, Mom..."
"Hehe... all women are pretty much the same... You said you still don't have any experience, right?"
"Sex...?"
"Mm."
"Because I have you..."
"Haa... haa... Do you want to do it with Mom...? It's your first time... with an older ajumma like me..."
"I wonder what it would feel like... Touching with my hands is already good, but... putting it in there..."
Like playing a piano, his fingers find a rhythm as they approach her sports panties.
Ssslip.
Her head tips back.
She draws a deep breath.
Her lower body sinks down.
His hands never stop.
They rub and work the crease where her thighs meet, pushing inward.
The parted flesh.
His fingertips graze her labia.
In that same moment.
His cock keeps tapping against her cheek, then pulling away, over and over.
She seizes it in a tight grip.