Eating pizza, gaming, and trash talking with the homies was a blast. However, something else was even more satisfying watching the stepmom porn he bought online the video he’d splurged on. After giving it a watch and realizing it didn’t hold his interest, it was time to bring out the big guns his stepmother’s pictures he took secretly while she was showering just as he was about to start stroking his manhood his stepmom opened the door her eyes went wide as Yuki saw what he was doing.
“You little wanker, why did you spend five thousand on...” she paused, squinting into the dark room. As her eyes adjusted, she froze: her pictures were plastered across his screen. Furious, she yanked his chair back, disgust twisting her face as she stared at the monitor. “Oh, so this is what you’ve been up to, huh? Well, guess what, hun~” she sneered, smashing the monitor with the keyboard. Then, she yanked out the solid-state drive, snapped it in half, and flung the RTX 4090 straight at him. “Momma’s out working or begging her friends for a job for your bitchless ass, and what do you do? Stroke your dick to my nudes? That you took secretly you waste of oxygen!” she snapped. “You’re fully banned from the internet until I figure out what to do with you.” With that, she grabbed the remains of his computer and dumped them straight into the trash bin. “I can’t believe this. Where did I go wrong? And how long have you been like this?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief and disappointment. “You’re such a bright boy why do you keep doing this shit? Do you want me to throw you out? Your ass couldn’t survive a day, let alone earn a dime! Give me your phone. From now on, you’ll be with me at all times. I’ll keep an eye on you myself. Now hand it over, unless you want me to beat you with a wiper!” She sat down heavily, unable to make eye contact, her tone dripping with disgust and frustration.
I can’t believe he... He has such a thing for me. But why me? I mean, there are other women who look better than me, Okay, stop, Yuki. Stop thinking like that... I have to guide him down the right path. It’s all his friends' influence, not his fault. My sweet boy could never do something like that it’s probably them pushing him to do it, and he just gave in. Yes, that’s it. Aww, I shouldn’t have been so harsh on him... He’s probably sad. I’ll get him another, better computer... That’ll fix.
Her son didn't say a word, unable to make eye-contact with her. After Yuki left his room, he turned over in bed fished a printed picture of his mother out from under his pillow. He ran his fingers down the photo of her body and whispered,
"I've gotta win her. I need to change myself."
The next morning, her son awoke early. When Yuki emerged from her room, she found that the entire house had been cleaned from top to bottom. She could hear the washing machine running in the background. As she entered the kitchen, she found her son on all fours, scrubbing the floor with determination. He was wearing the grocery store apron, dressed as if he was ready to go to work with her.
Yuki was surprised to see their home immaculate for once, but when she asked her son why he was cleaning, he did not respond to her. He wouldn't even make eye contact. She was annoyed, loosing her short patience at his silent treatment.
Oh, so now you decide to start cleaning, huh? You couldn't even bother taking out the trash properly last night! I expected more from my so-called son. Very well then, since you insist on playing housewife, why don't you help me make breakfast instead of just scrubbing? We have to leave soon anyway, and there's no point in putting things back in order if we're only going to mess them up again later.
Without any response or eye contact, her son dried the floor and rose to his feet. Moving to the counter in a fluid motion, he placed her teapot onto the kettle then pulled two bowls from the cupboard.
Fixing Yuki breakfast, he placed her meal before her and sat next to her at the table. While she fumed, he sat there in silence without touching his food. It was time for them to go to work, but Yuki was not about to let go of her anger over a few small gestures. She was still furious at her son's degenerate behavior.
In the car, Yuki voiced her disgust as his perversion towards her the previous night. Her son just stared silently at his feet as she yelled.
"I can't believe you did that! How could you even watch such things? Don't you have any respect for me?" she asked, tears starting to form in her eyes. "Why do I bother trying so hard for someone who doesn't appreciate it? It's like I'm pushing a boulder uphill!" Her voice rose with each word until finally, she burst into sobs, unable to contain her frustration any longer.
Her son did not respond; he just sat there and watched as his mom cried. Part of him wanted to comfort her, but another part was afraid that if he touched her or said anything, she would only lash out harder. So he remained silent, trying to process everything that had happened between them in the past few days and wondering how he could possibly fix it all.
At work, Yuki's son remained silent towards her, but oddly dutiful to everything he was asked to do. He looked almost exhausted, but as the day wore on, her son persisted in cleaning the her store and stocking the shelves. She had never seen him this dedicated to work before. But she was still furious with him, and not about to let him have his phone or internet access back.
Yuki's son disappeared on his lunch break, stopping at a warehouse down the street. He asked for a part-time job during their evening shift. After being accepted on the spot, he returned to work at his mother's grocery store.
At the end of the day, Yuki dismissed her workers as she collected the cash register tills. Not knowing that her son had slipped out with them to go to his second job, Yuki assumed that her son had quit on her again.
She went home to get drunk, frustrated over the belief that her son was already home goofing off. When she entered the house, Yuki found that her son was not there. Pouring a tall glass of wine, she vented over the belief that her son was out on the town and up to no good.
"Stupid son..." she muttered under her breath as she slammed the door behind her, almost tripping over her own feet in the process. Plopping down on the couch, she punched a pillow angrily before grabbing the remote control and turning on the TV, looking for some mindless entertainment to help take her mind off things. But even as she zoned out in front of the screen, images of her son's betrayal flashed through her thoughts, making it impossible to fully escape reality. Sighing heavily, she reached for another glass of wine and took a long sip, hoping that the alcohol would help dull the ache in her chest.
Yuki's son came home after midnight, exhausted from his secret second job. He found his mother passed out drunk on the couch, the TV still humming away. Carefully, he tucked a thick blanket around her.
The next morning started much the same, as her son cleaned the house and prepared himself to go to work with her. On the way to Yuki's grocery store, she shouted at her son in the car about how unacceptable it was for him to go galavanting around town after work. Her son remained silent.
"Well, I've given you a chance,"
Yuki muttered, her voice still strained from shouting at him.
"If you keep this up...I don't know what I'll do."
She took another deep breath before letting it out slowly. Her words are heavy with reluctance and resentment, but she offered a brief nod toward her son as if to acknowledge that the burden of responsibility still rests on his shoulders too.
At least he's finally working during the day, she thought. At least she can keep an eye on him at the store. She hoped to god that whatever it was her son was doing after work wasn't illegal.
Over the next two weeks, Yuki's son continued to go with to work at her grocery store. At the end of the day, he continued to disappear to his secret part-time job. Each time he disappeared for work, an oblivious Yuki would go home alone to get drunk and rage over the seeming disrespect of her son. What was he doing every night, she wondered.
One evening after closing up her store, Yuki watched her son leave at the end of his shift. Frustrated to be returning home alone, Yuki decided to become especially drunk. She intended to confront her son about where he had been going every evening.
Around midnight, a tipsy Yuki was still contemplating her situation. Yes, her son had been going to work with her consistently, but she didn't know what he was doing afterwards. Hearing her front door open and close, she stumbled up to drunkenly confront her son, verbally tearing into him with all of her pent up anger.
"Where the hell have you been?!"
she yelled at her son as he took a step away from her. Her voice slurred and her words were laced with anger.
"I can't believe you're still hiding things from me! Why can't you just be honest for once?"
She stumbled forward, grabbing his arm tightly, preventing him from moving any further.
"Tell me where you've been going all this time!"
she demanded, her eyes filled with fury and disappointment.
"I trusted you to help me at the store! I thought we could work together to get through this! But no,"
her voice broke, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
"You had to go back to your old ways."
She held him there forcefully for several long moments, her breath hot against his neck as she struggled to regain her composure.
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
she vented.
"Mom...I-"
Her son's voice trailed off. He stuffed a fold of paper into her hand.
"I'm sorry,"
he muttered. Yuki was caught off guard. Her son had not spoken to her in two weeks. Not since she caught him perversely looking at photos of her.
Yuki struggled to unfold the paper, her hands sluggish from her deep state of drunkenness. She stared at it for a long moment, trying to process what she saw.
It was a paycheck from her son's secret other job.
"What the hell is this?"
she demanded, confused by her inebriation and the unexpected money her son had just handed her.
"I took a second job, Mom. After working with you at the store, I go there and work some more in the evenings. That's payback for some of the money I took from you."
Yuki was confused. She didn't know what to say about her son's gesture. She didn't trust for a moment that he was really changing his ways and she couldn't let go of the anger in her voice.
Retreating to her bedroom without a word, Yuki fell to the floor, tearing up as she stared at the paycheck her son had given her. She privately wondered what had changed in her son. In the dark of her bedroom, she wept with confusion.
Yuki didn't know what to think. Her son had kept this a secret from her all this time. Why did he think it was necessary? She wished he had told me. But if he had, would she have believed him?
She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just repaying the money. Was he trying to prove yourself to her, or was he doing this for some other reason? She didn't understand why he would suddenly want to put so much effort into doing things for her.
Maybe she could talk with her son about this tomorrow, when she was sober.
The next morning, on the way to work with her son, Yuki decided to broach the subject of her son's sudden change, but she found herself still naturally enraged with him.
"Just what the fuck are you up to?!"
Yuki demanded.
"I've never seen you work this hard before! What the hell is going on?!"
As her son remained silent and embarrassed, she found herself still unable to trust him. She raised her voice in expression of her anger and confusion, determined that her son must be up to no good.
"I don't know why you think I can trust you anymore! You lied to me about the pictures, and now this?!" she shouted. "You just expect me to believe that you've suddenly become all diligent and hardworking? It's bullshit! Admit it!"
Her voice rose with every word as they arrived at the store. With a harsh look in his direction, she stormed off without another word, leaving her son standing there stunned and hurt by her accusations.
As her son worked tirelessly in her store that day, he was cautious to give her space. When the evening approached, Yuki was in the back updating her records of the day's profits.
As her employees filed out to go home, her son remained for a moment.
"Okay, Mom,"
he murmured with a sigh, wincing at the possibility of her anger,
"I'm off to my other job now..."
his voice trailed off. Yuki remained focused on her record keeping, still angry and disbelieving of her son. Suddenly, he pecked her on the cheek.
Yuki looked up in surprise as her son shuffled out the door. Tenderly, her fingers hovered over the spot where he had kissed her cheek. What has gotten in to him, she wondered.
Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers still felt the warmth where he had kissed her cheek. Was this some sort of trick? Did he really mean that? Part of her wanted to believe it, but she couldn't help being guarded. She needed time to process everything that had happened in the past few days. With a sigh, she turned back to her work, trying to focus on anything but the confusing mix of emotions swirling within her.
A month passed as Yuki's son continued to follow her to work and then disappear to his night job. In the evenings that her son worked, she found herself getting ever more lonely with the house to herself. She remained reserved and guarded towards him, confident that at any moment, her son would slip back into his old ways.
That evening, as she downed a third glass of wine, Yuki's head buzzed with confusion over her situation with her son. She had never seen him work this hard before. Every paycheck he received, he was giving to her. Of course, he owed her that money, she thought. Yet a part of her couldn't help but wonder what her son's motives were.
As she stumbled around the house, she entered his room. It no longer smelled like garbage and rotting food. Like the rest of the house which her son had been covertly cleaning, his room was spotless and fresh. Yuki shook her head in disbelief.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she could see the corner of a photo sticking out from under her son's pillow. Oh-no, she thought.
"He must be perving on me again,"
she whispered. As the slipped the photo out into the light, Yuki was surprised to see that it was a tasteful picture of her in her work apron. On the back, her son had drawn a heart and written, Mommy.
Drunk on wine and home alone, Yuki was confused by the cute picture of her hidden in her son's room.
"What..."
she whispered, the word barely making it past her lips. The photo of herself in her work apron was drawn with a heart and a message that said
"Mommy."
Her eyes welled up with tears as disbelief and confusion coursed through her body. She had been so sure that he was still perving on her, but this...it wasn't what she expected at all.
With shaking hands, she gingerly put the photo back under his pillow. It felt strange to see him having done something nice after everything that had happened between them, but maybe...maybe there was more to her son than she thought. A weight settled in her chest as she turned to leave the room, feeling a new sense of unease settle over her.
As she stumbled through the hall in an inebriated haze, Yuki tripped on her own feet, tumbling to the floor and knocking herself out.
Around midnight, when her son returned from his second job, he found his mother sprawled across the hallway.
"Mom!"
he shouted, running to her with deep concern. He scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom. Fetching a washcloth, he ran it under cold water then dabbed it across her forehead.
"You little shit,"
she mumbled, slowly regaining consciousness.
"I know you're fucking up to something,"
she continued, as the room spun around her. Yuki's son smiled with relief as his mother opened her eyes. She tried to sit up to scold him, but he lightly pressed her shoulder back while keeping the cold cloth over her forehead.
"Mom, you have to take it easy. You fell in the hall."
What was her son doing? Why was he being so nice to her lately? That wasn't like him at all. Even after seeing his secret tasteful picture of her, she still wasn't ready to believe that his change was genuine. From where she lay, Yuki closed her eyes with exhaustion and began to scold her son, forgetting to mention the photo she had found.
Her words were slurred with sleep and alcohol as she berated her son for something he had done wrong in the past. Her accusations flew out of her mouth, hitting him like tiny daggers that stung even though they were unfounded. Why couldn't he just be honest with her? Was it really too much to ask for? She didn't understand why he kept on doing this to himself and to her. He was making everything so difficult.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She wanted answers. She wanted him to tell her what was going on. But at the same time, a tiny voice in the back of her head told her that maybe she should just let it go. Maybe he was trying to change after all. It didn't matter how much he'd hurt her in the past; he was still her son, and deep down inside, she loved him. Or at least, she thought she did.
"I know, Mom, I know,"
her son whispered, reluctantly agreeing with her.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
Conflicted by her difficulty in letting the past go, Yuki continued to scold him. It was as if all of her anger and frustration was pouring out onto her son right there.
The more she ranted, the worse she felt. Her words were like knives slashing at her own heart as much as his. Finally, exhausted and emotionally drained, she lay back down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face. She didn't understand any of this, and she was frightened by how quickly everything seemed to be changing. Even when he remained silent for several long minutes, his breath warm against her cheek, she couldn't muster the energy to say anything else.
Her son excused himself to her bathroom, fetching another washcloth which he ran under cold water. The room was nearly pitch black. After hearing the faucet shut off, a slow shuffle of feet made their way towards her.
The bed depressed next to Yuki as her son climbed in, careful to remain above the sheets. He lay the washcloth across his mother's forehead, careful not to let it slip away.
Yuki cussed at and scolded her son instinctively, determined to push him away with her words, but her son's hand remained on the cold cloth against her skin, ensuring it would not slip away but provide comfort to her aching head.
"I know you're up to something,"
she slurred again through her tears.
"You always are..."
She couldn't understand why he was being so nice when just a month ago, everything had been normal. She hadn't mentioned the photo...But maybe it meant nothing at all, she thought. Maybe this was all some elaborate ruse to make her believe he'd changed. The confusion and uncertainty were almost too much for her tired brain to handle. She closed her eyes again, trying to ignore her son's presence in bed with her.
"Go away,"
she muttered softly, her voice sounding strange even to her own ears.
"Just...go."
"I will, Mom, I promise. I just need to make sure you're okay first."
Yuki cussed again at her son. He shushed her to keep her anger from elevating once more.
"You're right, Mom, you're right,"
he agreed, as she whispered slurs at him and called him a failure.
"I know, Mom."
He was careful not to touch her, save for the hand he used to keep the washcloth against her forehead. Her exhaustion was palpable.
She tried to scoff, but the words came out half-muffled as she drifted off to sleep instead. His hand remained on her forehead, even as she became still beneath his touch. Tiredness won out over anger and accusations, and before long, they both slept. The air in the room was thick with unspoken words and silent promises, leaving them both more confused than ever before. As dawn light crept into the room, it illuminated her face as she dreamt of a future that might yet hold hope for redemption and forgiveness.
For now, however, they would both have to remain in this uneasy limbo where truths were buried beneath layers of distrust and pain. But perhaps, just maybe, the seeds of change had been sown tonight, and tomorrow might bring forth a new dawn for their troubled relationship.
That morning, Yuki awoke to find herself alone in bed. She checked herself, relieved to find that her son had not done anything perverse to her while she slept. What was that stupid boy up to, she continued to wonder.
As she sat up, the weight of Yuki's hangover collided against her head. Looking over at her nightstand, she saw a fresh cup of coffee and a plate of eggs and toast. Her son must have prepared her food before he left for work. Why the hell would he do that, she wondered.
Today was Yuki's day off from work at her store. Even managers needed a break every once in a while. But with her son off at work, Yuki didn't know what to do with herself at home alone. She paced the living room, anxiously lost in thought about the situation with her son. He had never acted this responsible before. She just knew he had to be up to something.
Sitting down at the table, Yuki began to pour herself a tall glass of wine. She was addicted to the comfort that alcohol brought her after the years of stress over dealing with her pig of a son.
As she downed the glass and poured another, she thought about how he was so devoted to her last night. A confusing mixture of anger and curiosity swirled in her heart.
"I don't know what to think anymore," she muttered, setting down her empty glass. "He's never been like this before..." Her voice trailed off as she considered the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he truly had changed. But then again, she thought with a sigh, it was probably all an act. He always did enjoy playing games, didn't he?
Suddenly overcome by a strange restlessness, Yuki decided to clean her son's room while he was at work. She figured if there were any secrets left hidden away in there, she might as well find them now. As she began dusting and vacuuming the already spotless areas, memories flooded back of how disgusting it had been before. The smell alone had been enough to make her nauseous every time she entered the room. She couldn't believe he could live like that.
With a grunt of satisfaction, she wiped her hands in accomplishment over having tossed her son's personal space.
Yuki took another swig from her wine bottle and plopped down on her son's immaculate bed. She ran her fingers across his soft sheets.
"Nothing,"
she muttered.
"I didn't find a single thing hidden in here, except..."
Her voice trailed off as she took another gulp of wine and reached over to her son's pillow. Fishing his secret photo out from under it, Yuki stared at the picture of herself wearing her work apron.
"for this."
She sipped at her bottle once more, trying to wash away the disbelief that her son might be changing before her eyes. As the last drops of wine hit her tongue, Yuki rose to her feet and shuffled out to the kitchen, her son's secret photo in hand. Popping the cork of another bottle, she took a deep gulp, refreshed by the tingling of her senses by the alcohol.
Yuki stared at the photo of her, drawn with a heart and the word Mommy. Anger welled inside of her. What did it all mean?
Angrily tossing the photo aside, she downed more wine in an attempt to drown her confusion and frustration. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just be honest with her? She sighed heavily as another wave of exhaustion washed over her. Her head hurt from the alcohol, and her heart ached from the emotional turmoil she had been through in the past few weeks. Slowly, she made her way back to her own room, clutching the wine bottle as the stumbled into her bathroom, hoping the steam of a shower would provide some respite from this impossible situation.
As the water trickled down her body, Yuki braced her hand against the wall, raising her wine bottle with the other. She took a large swig and sighed.
"That goddamn boy,"
she breathed, her mind coursing with anger and frustration over her inability to find answers in his spotless room.
"He has to be up to something, he has to!"
Accidentally, Yuki brushed her clit with her fingers. The sensation set a shock wave up her spine. Filled with frustration and emotion, she tipped her head back to gulp more wine as she rubbed at herself in the steam.
"That goddamn boy,"
she panted, her cheeks flush with the drunken thoughts of how hard her son had been working for her over the last month.
She closed her eyes tightly as she rubbed herself harder, wishing it was his hand instead. His strong touch. The idea made her moan louder against the wet tiles of the bathroom.
Previously, she had been disgusted at her son's perverse and secret collection of snapshots of her. It's why she threw out his computer and took away his phone. But now, over the last month, it was as if her son was a completely different person, as if her confronting and punishing him had opened a secret door that had finally changed him.
Yuki's imagination ran wild with what it would feel like to have him inside her, claiming her body... She sighed heavily as the feelings became too much, overwhelming everything else in her mind until all she could think about was how good it felt and how badly she wanted more of it.
As the ecstasy of Yuki's orgasm rippled through her body, her knees buckled. She struggled to keep the stem of the wine bottle from slipping through her fingers as she shuddered from the pleasure of her own fingers. She slid against the tiled wall, settling to the floor as her juices ran down into the drain.
In a daze, Yuki stared up at the shower head as water poured down onto her face. A deep sense of shame swept across her mind. Having just cummed to the thought of her son's touch, Yuki wondered if maybe she was the real pervert here, rather than her son. She took another swig from her wine bottle as she sat in the steam, worried by her own shameful action.
Shaking her head to clear it, she tried to convince herself that it was just the booze and exhaustion talking. It didn't mean anything; he was still the same old pervert who liked looking at naked girls. Still, as she sat there, the doubts continued to creep into her mind, nagging at her like an unending nightmare. What did it all mean? And why was her son being so...so responsible and nice all of a sudden? It didn't make any sense.
Maybe he really had changed, she thought with a sigh. Maybe that photo of her was real after all. But even if it were true...well, where did that leave them now? She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next as she swished her wine and slowly stood up to face the mess in the shower and the unknown future of her relationship with her son.
That evening, Yuki's son came home early. She lay there on the couch in front of the TV, wasted on her fourth bottle of wine. With one arm laying across her dizzied head, she raised the other, bringing the rim of the bottle to her lips to keep her intoxication going.
As her son entered the house, Yuki slurred her words, barely able to see him through the blur of her vision.
"You little shit,"
she mumbled, her anger half pacified by her inebriation.
"Sorry, Mom, I should have told you that I traded shifts with another guy at work. I wanted to come home early to get the laundry done."
Yuki couldn't quite understand what he was saying as her mind swirled with the effects of the alcohol.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
she stuttered, her weak finger pointing in his direction.
"I know you,"
she continued, working another sip of wine between her numb lips.
"You think I don't know, you shit."
Her pointing finger fell against the couch as she began to hurl insults at her son.
Her son sighed, walking over to the couch and kneeling down beside her. Yuki's breath smelled strongly of wine as he spoke softly to her, trying his best to keep his voice calm despite how angry she was with him.
"Mom, please try to understand. I just wanted to surprise you by coming home early. And I forgot to tell you because...because I was busy making sure you wouldn't be disappointed in me."
The alcohol from her breath stung his nostrils.
"You have it. I know,"
she slurred, her words confused and disjointed.
"I saw it, you little shit,"
she grunted.
Her son had never seen his mother so drunk before. Worried, he ran to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. Returning to Yuki, he uncapped it and attempted to offer it to her.
"No,"
Yuki moaned, shoving his hand away. She forced her wine bottle up to her face to suckle at it's inebriating contents.
"Mom, you need to stop!"
he pleaded, wrestling the wine from her hand. His mother was so drunk, it was like she barely recognized him. She continued to cuss and scold him.
Yuki's words became more slurred as she continued to rail against him, her accusations growing more incoherent with each passing moment. Her eyes took on a vacant, glassy look that worried her son even further. He knew he had to do something, but what? He could barely understand what she was saying most of the time; he couldn't possibly make things better by arguing back. Instead, he stayed kneeling beside her, watching helplessly as his mother descended deeper into drunken delirium.
Stuffing the water bottle into his pocket, he reached over Yuki, pulling her arm over his shoulders.
"No-no,"
she grunted, hitting her hands against him weakly. With his hand around her waist, her son lifted Yuki to her feet, guiding her towards the front door.
"You shit,"
she moaned, unable to fight this blur of a man off of her. Yuki was completely lost in her drunken stupor.
"I know you. I know you're doing this. I hate you,"
she slurred. Her son pressed onward with her, determined to save his mother.
"We need to get you to a hospital, Mom."
He laid her across the back seat of her car, then started the engine. Yuki wasn't sure what was going on as the groaned in the back seat.
"Just hang in there, Mom!"
They sped off towards the emergency room.
With her vision swimming in booze and confusion, Yuki could barely register what was happening. She groaned as the car lurched forward, her head spinning violently. "Wait," she managed to croak out, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her, "I need..." Her words trailed off into incoherent mumbles as darkness crept at the edges of her vision. The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was the panicked expression on her son's face and the harsh beeping of machines nearby.
Yuki's son sat silently next to her hospital bed. The sight of all the tubes and wires running from machines and into his mother terrified him. It only bolstered his resolve to continue this new path of responsibility. He knew that now, more than ever, his mother would need him to support her, even if she did indeed hate him a little bit. Her rage towards him would not deter his devotion to her.
As he sat holding his mother's hand, he leaned forward to kiss her wingers.
"Please wake up, Mom. Please be okay,"
he whispered, pressing his lips against her skin once more.
"Ahhh... Mmm..."
she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open as the pain began to recede. Looking around groggily, she saw her son's worried expression and was immediately flooded with guilt.
"Stupid boy,"
she whispered instinctively, squeezing his hand weakly.
"What are you doing here?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as the full weight of what had happened crashed down upon her. She was grateful that her son had brought her here; she couldn't imagine going through this alone. Embarrassment and shame coursed through her like a poison, making it hard to meet his gaze.
"It's okay, Mom,"
he said reassuringly.
"I'm not going anywhere,"
her son continued.
Though she was weak from having her stomach pumped, Yuki's guard around her son was still high. She was still angry over catching him masturbating to photos of her, over a month prior to today. She was confused at the way he so suddenly turned his life around after that event, going from a defiant pig to a dutiful, hard-working son.
Yuki pulled her hand away from him, still unsure if she could trust this new person sitting next to her.
"Why did you look at pictures of me?"
she asked.
"And why are you now acting all nice and responsible?"
As her son sat there silently, his embarrassed gaze fixed away from her and down to his shoes, her patience ran low. Yuki's habit of scolding her son erupted to the surface.
"You're just acting like this because you got caught,"
she accused him, feeling anger rising up inside her once more.
"You think that now I trust you again?"
She laughed bitterly.
"I should know better."
Her voice cracked on the last word.
"You're such a little shit!"
He glanced at her briefly before returning his gaze to the floor. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and halting.
"No, Mom. It's not like that."
He paused for a moment.
Her son's heart raced. He wanted desperately to tell her that he was madly in love with her; that seeing her naked photos unlocked something deep within him; that he had really and truly realized how awfully he had treated his mother over the years. But he just couldn't tell her. He saw the way she hated him and he didn't want to repulse her any more than he already did.
He looked up at his mother, parting his lips as if to speak. He stared into her eyes with a deep, longing expression. Watching the confusion and anger that furrowed the brow of Yuki's face, he closed his mouth without saying another word, his hand still resting at the edge of her hospital bed.
Yuki cussed at her son again. At last the doctor entered the room, ready to voice concern over her drinking habit.
The doctor explained that if Yuki did not quit drinking, her life was likely going to be a short one.
"I'm so sorry, doctor,"
she mumbled, feeling tears well up in her eyes again as the pain and shame threatened to overwhelm her once more.
"I'll look into quitting."
She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, fighting against the urge to break down completely.
The doctor nodded understandingly before beginning to ask questions about Yuki's home life and stress levels. As he spoke, she glanced over at her son, his expression unreadable as he stared off into the distance. She wanted desperately to believe that things would change between them, but with each passing moment, it seemed more unlikely to her.
Finally, the doctor finished up and excused himself, leaving Yuki alone with her thoughts once again.
As Yuki received her discharge from the hospital, she remained in silence. Her son handled the paperwork, then helped her to the car.
As a consequence of her reckless actions, Yuki would have to remain home on bed-rest for a day or two. She agonized over the thought that she wouldn't be able to directly manage her grocery store during that time. What would she do with herself?
The next morning, her son went off to work at her grocery store. As Yuki sat alone in her house, she thought about the disgust she had for her son. She thought about the contrast of how degenerate he had been all those years with how responsible he was being now. Could she really trust him?
Yuki slipped into her son's room to steal the secret, tasteful photo of her that he kept beneath his pillow, the one where he drew a heart and wrote Mommy. What did it mean?
Taking the photo to the kitchen, Yuki stared nervously at a bottle of wine that she knew she was not supposed to drink. Overcome with anxiety over her son and his secrets, she popped the cork and took a swig.
"Ahh..."
As the wine burned its way down her throat, Yuki tried to calm her racing thoughts. Her gaze fell on her son's photo and she sighed softly. She couldn't deny that there was something different about him lately, but could she really trust him? Or was this all just another ploy to get under her skin and make her life miserable again?
"I wish I knew,"
she whispered to herself, gulping down more wine. She felt a heaviness in her heart, a longing for the closeness they used to share before everything went wrong. But how could she ever forgive him for what he'd done? For how much pain he had caused her over the years? It was too much to even think about.
With another swig from the bottle, Yuki collapsed onto a kitchen chair, cradling her son's secret photo of her.
Just then, the front door opened.
"Hey Mom, thought I would come home during my lunch break to check on you-"
Her son froze at the sight of his mother downing another wine bottle, holding his secret photo.
"Mom, what are you doing?!"
He ran toward her. Yuki jumped up, holding the bottle away from him. He grabbed at her, trying to wrestle her arm to take the wine away.
"No, you piece of shit!"
she shouted, backing herself into the counter as she held the bottle over her head.
"Mom, you need to stop this!"
her son pleaded. As his fingers grazed the bottle, it slipped from her hands and crashed against the floor, sending sticky wine and shards of glass in every direction.
"Now you've done it!"
Yuki screamed, smashing her fists against her son's chest.
"I hate it! I hate all your secrets! Just let me drink!"
Tears poured from her face and Yuki verbally unloaded on her son with the full brunt of her disgust and frustration towards him.
"I can't believe you! You were just going to keep everything from me!"
She sobbed, shaking her head and trying in vain to wipe away the tears streaming down her face. The realization that she had once again lost control hit her like a brick wall, leaving her feeling even more desolate than before.
"I was trying to protect you!"
he yelled back, his voice thick with anger and hurt.
"You're my mother!"
She shook her head and screamed,
"I don't need your protection! I need a drink!"
The argument went on, their voices growing louder and more anguished as they searched for ways to explain the tangled web of emotion that had taken over them both. The shards of glass glinted dully in the light, a silent witness to their pain. Neither one realized that beneath it all, something else was beginning to take shape...
"Well, I'm doing everything I can for you anyway!"
her son hollered back.
"I don't want that!"
Yuki screamed, slamming her fist against the counter beside her.
"I want to know what you're still keeping from me! I want to know why you're suddenly so different these last couple months! I want to know-"
She slammed the secret photo against his chest.
"I want to know why you have this under your pillow!"
He stared, terrified, dumbfounded, unable to speak. Yuki filled the silence with more of her disgust and insults. Her hatred flared across her face.
"You stupid boy! You idiot! Why? What are you up to? And why do you have this picture?"
Tears filled her eyes as the truth began to dawn on him. She watched in rage as his expression shifted from anger and confusion to one of utter shame. For a moment, there was silence between them as they both wrestled with their emotions.
Her son's face turned beat red as his feelings erupted to the surface.
"Because I'm in love with you, Mom!"
he shouted. Yuki's eyes widened. Her son even shocked himself with his sudden, romantic confession. She stared at him with horror and bewilderment. The two fell silent again.
"I-I better get back to work,"
he mumbled at last, taking a step back before running out of the house in embarrassment.
Yuki felt as if she had been punched in the gut. Her son...he was in love with her? The realization made every fiber of her being ache and she didn't know what to do or say. She stood there, staring at the spot where he had vanished from sight, her mind reeling from this new information. As much as it terrified her, a tiny spark of hope began to flicker within her chest. Was there still a chance for them? Could they ever find some sort of understanding and peace after all they'd been through? The answer seemed distant and uncertain, but she couldn't help but feel drawn toward it nonetheless...
Yuki's hands shook as she fought off the urge to search for another bottle of wine. Leaving the mess of glass in the middle of the kitchen floor, she popped her shoes on and ran out the door after her son. It was a two-mile jog, but she was determined to get to the bottom of things.
Arriving at her grocery store and surprising her employees, she called her son back to her office. As the store's owner and manager, she knew he would have to comply. With a look of impatience that had been familiar to her until recently, her son huffed as he stood in front of her desk.
"What, Mom?"
Yuki winced with annoyance.
"What do you mean 'what'?! We're going to talk about what you said back at the house."
Her son shook his head and rolled his eyes, trying to look anywhere but into his mother's eyes.
"I don't know what else to tell you, Mom."
Her patience wore thin as she insisted on knowing more about his hidden feelings.
"I don't believe that," she snapped impatiently, the anger finally bubbling to the surface. "You've never acted this way before, not even when you were a bratty teenager! So explain yourself!" Her face flushed with emotion as she spoke, and her voice rose steadily until it threatened to shatter the silence of the room.
Her son was shaken by her authoritative tone. He swallowed nervously to keep his throat from running dry.
"I just..."
his voice trailed off, desperately searching for words.
"A couple of months ago, I gave in to an impulse...an impulse to look at you, uh, romantically."
He blushed, his gaze locked to the floor in shame.
"But I know you hate me, Mom."
It was true that Yuki was constantly angered and disgusted by her son, especially right now. But did she really hate him?
"Hate you?"
Yuki's voice was quiet but firm.
"No, I don't hate you."
She paused, thinking back on the months before his confession.
"You were always hard to handle, but...I never hated you."
The realization brought a mixture of relief and guilt to her face. It was true that she had often wished he would change for the better, but deep down, she knew that she loved him no matter what.
"So all these changes in the last few months...are because of how you see me romantically?"
The words were barely out of her mouth before she realized how terrifying they sounded.
Her son labored to steady his voice.
"I realized that I had been so bratty and awful to you because I've been trying to repress my feelings for you. I know that's despicable, Mom. I just..."
He shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"I just can't help how I feel about you. I thought that if I started working hard, maybe you would notice me. Maybe you would want me around. I know that's a stupid thing to believe."
Her son shook his head, trying to clear away his emotions.
Yuki considered her son's words carefully before responding. She remembered the times when he had been nothing but kind and considerate to her, even if it was always with a touch of selfishness. Could this have really been because of his feelings for her? The thought both terrified and excited her at the same time.
"It's...it's a lot to take in," she admitted quietly. "I need some time to think about all of this."
She smiled weakly, hoping it would reassure him. "But I want you to know that...I appreciate everything you've been doing. The changes I've seen in you...they make me proud. I just need some time to process everything and figure out what comes next."
"Mom,"
Her son raised his head to meet her gaze at last, a look of sincerity and determination on his face.
"Even if I can't be with you like that...well, I'm going to do everything I can to pay you back and help you anyway."
"I know I've been hard on you," she admitted with a sigh, "and it was wrong of me to think that you didn't love me just because you weren't doing things the way I wanted." She paused, eyes welling up with tears again. "No matter what happens...just promise me we can find a way through this together."
Her voice cracked on the last word, revealing her vulnerability and fear. For the first time in years, there was hope in her heart for something more than just surviving another day.
He hugged Yuki tight. He had not hugged his mother in a long time. As the scent of her hair filled his nostrils, a shiver ran down his spine. He nuzzled his head against hers and said,
"I promise, Mom. We'll get through this together."
Separating from her at last, his hands rested on her shoulders as gazed at his mother with a deep, innocent concern.
"Mom, you should probably head back home."
He pulled the car keys from his pocket and stuffed them into her hand.
"You've only been out of the hospital for a day. You need your rest. I don't mind walking home tonight."
"No," she insisted firmly but gently, her hand resting on his shoulder. "I'm fine. Besides, I want to talk more about everything we just went through. Maybe...over dinner?" She offered him a small smile, hoping it would be enough to convince him.
He closed Yuki's fingers around the car keys.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I have a second shift tonight."
He caught her look of disappointment, but he knew he needed that job to help his mother with the bills. However badly he wanted to see Yuki, even if they couldn't be romantic, he wanted to provide for her even more.
"But I'll tell you what, how about I pick up some Chinese food on the way home. Tonight, we can lay down in the living room to eat and chat, like when I was little."
He smiled at his mother fondly, wrapping his other hand around hers.
"Just go home to rest and I'll come see you tonight, okay? I can't wait!"
"Okay then," she smiled, trying to hide her disappointment but failing miserably. "I'll see you later tonight." As he led her out of the store and toward their car, they shared a brief hug before parting ways once more. Her heart ached with longing as she drove back home, wondering how things could possibly work between them now that everything had changed...
For the first time in ages, he felt as though things things were turning out right in his life. The relationship with his mother had been rocky and difficult, but now that his feelings for her were out in the open, he felt a sense of relief.
Many hours later, on his way home to see Yuki, he stopped by a late-night Chinese restaurant. Picking her favorite dishes, he paid for the order and hoisted the large, steaming bag home. He was brimming with excitement to see his mother. He couldn't wait to lay with her on the living room floor and chat like when he was little.
"Hey Mom, I'm home,"
he called through the front door, huffing from the long walk as he carried their food inside. He wondered what she had been up to that day.
"Oh, hi sweetie!" Yuki exclaimed as she heard his voice from the living room. She had just finished putting away some clean laundry when he came in carrying a bag of Chinese food. Her heart swelled with happiness to see him again. "I've missed you today."
Having cleared the coffee table away, she smiled warmly and gestured for him to sit on the floor. "The food smells delicious, thank you!" She made sure to keep her voice light and cheerful, hoping it would put her son at ease as they discussed everything that had happened earlier.
Sweetie? I've missed you? He hadn't heard his mother say these words in years. Something was definitely changing between them. As he unpacked the steaming cartons, he saw Yuki giggle with delight over the sight of her favorite entrees.
Too nervous to reintroduce the subject of his feelings for his mother, he kept the topics light, talking about the book he was reading, how much Yuki's employees missed her at the grocery store where they worked, and the wonderful flavors of their meal.
"Here Mom, try this,"
he beamed, holding some chicken between his chopsticks as he raised it to his mothers mouth to feed her.
"Isn't that good?"
Her heart skipped a beat as he fed her with such care and affection, his eyes locked onto hers the entire time. She could feel herself blushing under his gaze, something she hadn't done in years. "It's delicious, thank you," she managed to squeak out, feeling flustered. As they continued to eat together on the floor of her living room, something wonderful began to happen between them: they started talking and laughing again like old times. For the first time since he had been a little boy, Yuki felt connected to her son in a way she never had before, and she couldn't help but wonder if this newfound bond would be enough for them both.
"So, what is it about me?"
she bluntly asked, bringing up the subject of his romantic feelings at last. She half expected him to say something crass in response, but her son froze. He knew they were going to talk about it; he just didn't know how or when.
"Um..."
His face was flustered.
"Well...you're dedicated, hard-working, kind..."
He looked away from her to spare himself the embarrassment of his feelings.
"All this responsibility and work I've been building up in the last couple of months was to be more like you, Mom."
"Huh..."
was all she could manage as the words sunk in. It made perfect sense; when he was little, he had looked up to her and wanted nothing more than to make her proud and happy. And now that she knew how he truly felt...she couldn't help but feel a mixture of happiness and guilt. She wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility, not when she still needed to sort out her own feelings and find herself again. But as they continued to eat together, the weight of their new understanding seemed somehow lighter between them.
Perhaps there was hope for them after all. With her guard down, however, Yuki's own desires began to creep in.
He fished around his carton with his chopsticks Taking another bite, he perked up and scooted closer to his mother.
"Mom, you've got to try this,"
he said with an air of excitement. The intimacy of the situation was fogging Yuki's senses as curiosity began to get the better of her.
Her son reached out with one hand, placing his fingers gently beneath her chin, guiding her face up towards him. With his chopsticks in the other hand, he gently placed a savory, cooked vegetable onto her tongue, oblivious to the sensuality of this action. Mere inches from her face, he smiled.
"It's good, right?"
Her heart raced as his fingers caressed her chin, guiding her face up to meet his. She felt a warmth spread through her body and she couldn't deny the pleasure she got from the intimacy of the moment. Her gaze locked onto his, her breath quickening as she savored the taste of the vegetable on her tongue.
"So good,"
she managed to whisper, barely able to tear her eyes away from him. The heat in her cheeks spread down her neck and across her chest, causing a stirring deep within her that she hadn't felt in years. Her lips parted as if of their own accord, yearning for his touch, for him to kiss her.
"Sweetie..."
She trailed off, the desire in her eyes mirroring what he felt inside. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving them alone in this moment.
"Kiss mommy."
As he pressed his lips against hers, their mouths fluttered desperately. A yearning, a deep passion swelled within her son as he slipped is tongue around hers, lapping up the sweet flavor of his mother's kiss.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as she moaned into the kiss, her body arching against him. He tasted so good, so right, and she couldn't get enough of him. His hands roamed over her back and shoulders, exploring every inch of her skin, fueling their desire for each other.
She fumbled with his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his bare chest against hers. When he finally pulled away, they were both gasping for air, their faces flushed and moist from the passionate exchange.
"I never...," she began, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I didn't know..." She couldn't even finish the sentence; the realization was still too overwhelming to process. But one thing was clear: there was no going back now. Not when their hearts were entwined in this impossible, yet undeniable bond.
"Mom..."
her son's voice quivered. With a fluid motion, Yuki laid back against the living room floor, the hem of her shirt bunching up just below her bra as her arms folded just above her shoulders.
With his mother's curvy, exposed tummy before him, he leaned forward and ran his tongue around her bellybutton. He kissed at her soft, plum skin, sucking tenderly at her stomach. He flicked his tongue against the dip of her navel, closing his lips to kiss it.
"Ohh~!" she cried out, arching her back and spreading her legs as he continued to torture her sensitive skin with his lips and tongue. The pleasure coursing through her body was almost too much to bear; she could feel the heat between her legs growing unbearably intense.
Her fingernails dug into the carpet, leaving tiny claw marks behind as she writhed beneath him. With each kiss and lick, his touch sent shockwaves of desire through her entire being. Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to catch her breath, every muscle in her body tense with anticipation.
"S-stop teasing..." she managed to choke out between gasps for air. "I need... Mommy wants more..."
Her son rolled back, fighting at his belt as he shuffled his pants off, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Leaning back towards his mother, he placed his fingers delicately against the waist of her shorts and paused to meet her eyes. With an approving gaze, her fingers guided his down, pulling her shorts off in a smooth, delicate motion.
She gasped as the cool air hit her most intimate spot. His fingers traced circles around her aching clit before sliding lower to tease her entrance, lubricated by his eager tongue. Her hips arched off the floor in response, desperate for more contact. She moaned his name over and over as pleasure coursed through her body.
With shaking hands, she reached down to guide him closer, needing him inside of her now. He groaned, pushing into her tight heat in one fluid motion, filling her completely. She cried out at the intensity of it, feeling stretched and full in ways she never had before. His body pinned hers to the floor, their skin slick with sweat as they moved together in a frenzy.
"Oh my god, Mom!"
His voice was hoarse at the pounding of his heart. As the connected, he felt safe and warm inside of his mother, as if they had been separate for a long time and this return to her canal would unite them once again.
"Being with you..."
he whispered between their grinding,
"is better than I ever imagined!"
He leaned forward to kiss his mother's neck.
"Oh, sweetie..." she moaned into the kiss, her body arching up against his. "Yes, it's what I wanted...more than anything." Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pumped harder and deeper inside her. It felt so good, this connection they had found together; forbidden but right in every way that mattered. She wished she could tell him how much she loved having him back, that it made her feel complete again. But for now, their bodies spoke louder than words ever could.
As he slid in and out of his mother, her walls tightened around him, as if the barriers between them were melting away. The desperation in his voice increased.
"Are you getting close too, Mommy?"
Her answer was muffled by his shoulder as she clung to him, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. "So close..." she gasped, her nails digging into the skin beneath his shirt. Her breath came out in ragged gasps and her body trembled with every stroke of his cock inside her. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end; this felt right in a way nothing else ever had before.
She arched her back off the floor, meeting him thrust for thrust as they moved together, faster and harder. "Come with me..." she moaned, her voice thick with desire and need. "Let go... let's fly..."
"Oh Mommy, here I come!"
he cried, thrusting into her with all of the pressure that built inside of him, as if ready to tear him apart.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her in an uncontrollable wave of pleasure as he came inside her. Her body spasmed and arched off the floor, her cries of release echoing through the quiet house. As she rode out the euphoric high, she could feel the warmth of his seed trickling down her thighs.
"Oh... sweetie..." she whispered softly, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his cheek tenderly. "That was amazing." And it was; they had found something unexpected and beautiful together. It wasn't just about lust or fulfilling a need; it was about love, about connection. About finally being able to be honest with each other after all this time.
As the intensity of their lovemaking began to subside, they lay there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, simply enjoying each others' company.
Her son ran his fingers around the skin of her soft stomach, fixated on the creamy pillow surrounding her navel.
"Mom,"
he said, looking up into her eyes at last with a longing expression,
"You're the only one I want to be this close and connected with."
Leaning close, he pressed his lips against hers then whispered,
"I love you."
She smiled softly, her heart swelling with warmth at his words.
"Mommy loves you too, sweetie,"
she replied tenderly, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him passionately. There was so much they needed to talk about still, but for now, this moment was enough. They could take things slow, figure out how to navigate their new relationship together, and find happiness within each other's embrace. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that whatever happened next, they would face it together - as mother and son, but more importantly, as two people who loved each other deeply and without condition.