The Plan
So-jin lies on the bed, fiddling with her phone.
The keywords are mother and son.
And sex.
She focuses on the posts that claim to be real experience stories rather than porn videos.
Whether by coincidence or not, the ones that catch her eye are the success stories that began with physical contact.
Especially massage.
It starts ordinary enough—kneading the legs. Then the son’s hands gradually work their way toward more sensitive places. The situation is uncannily similar to Hyun-woo’s.
In the end the mother cannot push away the son’s touch as it digs into that forbidden spot, and she ends up giving him a handjob. It escalates to oral. Finally they join completely.
“Haa… haa…”
So-jin lets out a faint moan. Before she realizes it her hand is already rubbing the center of her crotch.
Maybe Hyun-woo wants exactly that. Why does the thought excite her so much?
“Honey, looking at that stuff again?”
“Ah… when did you get here?”
“You’ve been in a weird mood lately… huh?”
Jun-hyeok slips under the covers and peers at his wife’s phone. Dense text fills the screen—stories about mother-son sex. He scrolls down. The language is raw: a son’s cock sliding in and out of his mother’s pussy.
“Heh heh… you’re really deep into it.”
“I know… I can’t get it out of my head…”
“Once you fall in, it’s hard to climb out… and of all things, incest.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You used to want your mother-in-law… even if you don’t anymore.”
“It was rough as hell… even during class all I could think about was Mom’s pussy. I was desperate to fuck her somehow.”
He lays his hand over his wife’s, the one already between her legs, and touches the damp, humid place beneath. So-jin’s body jerks hard. Her hips lift slightly then drop limply. Her breathing grows rougher.
“Today… I went over to So-young’s place.”
“What, see something good? You’re ridiculously turned on.”
“Yeah… Hyun-woo’s been massaging So-young’s legs every day lately… he did mine too…”
“Heh heh… I can pretty much guess.”
“His hands felt… really good… a little naughty, even…”
Her husband’s fingers push into the wet place. She takes them. They sink deep and stir. Soft moans slip from So-jin’s lips.
“Aahng…! Honey…! Haa… haa…”
“How far did Hyun-woo touch you?”
“My thighs…”
“Same for your sister?”
“Yeah… I was watching his face… then all of a sudden he said it to me… while So-young was out of the room…”
“Said what?”
“That my chest and ass were pretty…”
“Heh heh… that little shit’s really planning to go through with it, huh?”
His fingers pull back then drive in hard. Wet squelching sounds fill the air. He yanks the blanket away. So-jin lies with her legs spread in an unflattering pose, his fingers working between them. Clear fluid spatters. He speeds up.
“Honey…! A little slower…!”
“From where you’re sitting, does it look like Hyun-woo wants to fuck his aunt?”
“Haa…! Haa…! I’m sure of it… I felt it when he said my ass and chest were pretty… aahng…!”
“Whoa… this is huge. Then again, an aunt’s fair game—even a real son would get ideas.”
“Honey…! I… feel weird…! Nngh…!”
“Enjoy it, So-jin… hey, don’t tell me you want to do it with Min-su too?”
His hands strip off her pajamas. In an instant she is naked. Full breasts rise, nipples jutting between them. He sticks out his tongue and flicks one. So-jin’s hips bounce up then sink again. Completely bare, she begins to tremble faintly.
“Haa… haa… Min-su… doesn’t even look at me…”
“Yeah, true… the kid jacks off plenty, but he doesn’t seem interested in incest at all…”
“How do you know…?”
“You can just tell… if he saw you as a woman his eyes would change… didn’t you feel something looking at Hyun-woo?”
“You’re right… your eyes… are exactly like Hyun-woo’s…”
“Fuck, so it’s real… that bastard’s already working on fucking his own mother.”
“Ahhng…! Aaa…! Honey…!”
His hand works the split between her folds. So-jin’s arms clamp around him. He keeps thrusting hard without pause, flicking her nipples nonstop. Naturally he climbs on top of her belly. Between his wife’s wide-open legs he presses the burning length of his cock.
“So that’s why you’re this worked up? Looking up mother-son fucking stories?”
“Haa…! Haa…! I couldn’t help it… after the massage we came out together with So-young…”
“Yeah?”
“She said Hyun-woo worked hard and she’d buy him something nice… just like a wife taking care of her husband…”
“Fuck… listening to this is making me so hard I can’t hold back… spread!”
He pulls his fingers free. Plump pussy lips. He notches the head of his cock against them, draws his hips back, then drives forward hard.
Thud!!!!!
A rough friction sound. Soon the bed creaks under the vibration. Regular cries ring out. So-jin locks her arms and legs around her husband’s back.
In her mind the images of Hyun-woo and So-young appear. Naked bodies. So-young lying down. Hyun-woo’s hands kneading his mother’s legs, digging deeper and deeper. Touching the place that must never be touched. So-young’s radiant bare body flinching. Hyun-woo’s hands growing bolder. The boundary between mother and son crumbling.
“Aaa…! Honey…!”
“Call me Hyun-woo… yeah? Mom…”
“Haa…! Haa…! Hyun-woo…”
“Mom’s pussy is so warm inside… it’s wrapping around my cock… nngh…!”
The husband pumps hard. The wife takes it with difficulty. They fuck while imagining So-young and Hyun-woo. The pace climbs higher.
“Aauu…! It’s going to break…!”
“You like your son’s cock that much? Mom…”
“It feels like a steel bar going in… there… there…!”
“Your pussy?”
“Nnghhuuung!!”
So-jin clenches her ass, timing it perfectly with the thrust of her husband’s cock. They cry out together. The couple freezes, whole bodies shuddering. Thick drops of sweat roll down. They kiss.
“Hoo… So-jin.”
“Haa… haa… talk, honey…”
“Do you want to do it with Hyun-woo?”
“Maybe…”
So-jin casually says she wants to have sex with her nephew. Her husband nods. The perversions they have practiced for years—swinging, invited men, group sex, gangbangs. Adding incest changes nothing. Jun-hyeok is quietly satisfied. He gently brushes his wife’s hair back and kisses her forehead.
“Do whatever you want. Though I doubt that kid will just go along with it.”
“Hehe… I knew you’d say that.”
“Ah, and… just in case, I’m saying this ahead of time… if you want to do it with Min-su, go ahead.”
“What…? He’s your son… it’s different from Hyun-woo…”
“He’s your son too… you’re his mom.”
“Honey…”
“I know better than anyone—you and Hyun-woo both. Once you fall in, you never climb out.”
“Min-su… isn’t interested in me. It’ll be hard…”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying it now… you never know… maybe he’ll grab you after a few drinks?”
“Hehe… you’re such a pervert… you really are…”
“You’re the same, aren’t you? What kind of wife asks her husband for permission to fuck her nephew’s cock?”
The couple bursts out laughing. Neither of them is in their right mind. They tangle their bodies again. The room fills with hot, steamy heat.
Hyun-woo stares at the monitor.
He is watching a massage video. A woman with a voluptuous build wears black dolphin shorts. A male therapist focuses on her hips, using his elbows. It looks tough, but worth trying.
The video ends—over an hour long. He stands. The front of his pants is slightly swollen. An unavoidable physiological reaction. He checks the phone clock. Dinner time. And massage time.
He steps out. Delicious smells drift through the air. He enters the kitchen and comes face to face with his mother setting the table. She beams.
“Sit down. You came out right on time.”
“Yeah, but why so many side dishes? Aren’t you overdoing it?”
“You’ve been working hard lately… morning walks… massaging Mom to help with her body care…”
“I just hang around the house every day. This much is nothing.”
“That’s what happiness is… family looking after each other…”
“You sit too, Mom. Let’s eat together.”
His mother takes the seat across from him. She does not suspect her son in the slightest. Just yesterday she posted a photo on SNS—showing off her sleek legs, bottoms practically missing, wearing only a white shirt. Comments praising her piled up endlessly.
“Is Mom really that pretty?”
“Huh?”
“You keep sneaking glances… it’s embarrassing.”
“Well, I told you you’re my type… hard to believe you’re thirty-six.”
“Hehe… you don’t mention a lady’s age… remember that.”
“Okay, I’ll be careful from now on.”
“We’re doing the massage after dinner, right?”
“Yeah, and… I ordered something that arrived yesterday. Thought we could try it.”
“What is it?”
“Massage gel.”
“Pfft, you bought that too? Trying to get a license or something?”
“I just… wanted to do it for you.”
“When Mom’s done I’ll do you too.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, your legs must be super sore… suddenly doing exercise you never did before is tough.”
His mother’s suggestion. No reason to refuse. It came easily. He had considered just applying it without saying anything, then decided to come clean. Her reaction is good.
Massage gel. Time to start in earnest. He needs to make his mother feel a man.
They finish the quiet dinner. He volunteers for the dishes. His mother heads to the living room saying she will lay out a blanket. Getting used to it is important. Slowly. Little by little.
“Done with the dishes?”
“Yeah, finishing up and coming out.”
He ducks into his room and comes back out holding the massage gel. The bottle is tiny. He paid a lot for it. He hopes it works well.
His mother has changed into shorts as usual.
“Do you happen to have dolphin shorts?”
“Why?”
“In the massage video I watched earlier they wore dolphin shorts… looked comfortable.”
“I have some, but I don’t know if they’ll fit… I bought them ages ago…”
“Then change into the dolphin shorts for me.”
“Can’t I just receive it like this?”
“Come on, this stuff was more expensive than you’d think… not cheap junk. I got the kind that doesn’t cause skin allergies… ordered it overseas.”
“Hehe… you really are trying to get a license… okay, I’ll go change.”
He pushed. It worked. All the effort so far has not been wasted. Constant flirting. Skinship. Conversation. The request was a bit much, yet a smile never leaves his mother’s lips.
Soon she reappears. His mouth falls open.
“They feel… a little small, Hyun-woo.”
“Wow… you look amazing, Mom.”
“Really…?”
“Yeah, I should’ve asked you to wear these sooner… you look my age.”
“That’s a bit… don’t tease Mom.”
“I’m serious… if you posted a picture of this on SNS it would blow up.”
“Nice, I like the compliments.”
“Lie down quick… I’ll put the gel on and do it.”
His mother grows shy, dipping her head slightly. Black dolphin shorts—almost identical to the ones in the massage video. Her pure white legs are laid bare right in front of her son’s eyes. He swallows hard. They look soft. Like a photo with a filter on it. These are the legs of a woman in her mid-thirties?
His mother lies face-down on the blanket, stretching both smooth legs straight back. He drinks in the sight.