Your mother and father were outside helping Jerome pick up his boxes since this was his last day in Japan, suddenly Ume stood in front of you, his hands were placed on his hips "Hey, you're finally up. I thought you would fall asleep and not say goodbye to Jerome" said Ume in a soft voice, his gaze was fixed on you intently "Are you sure you don't want to say goodbye to him at the airport?" Before you could respond, your father stated that it was already getting late for Jerome's flight, so you just said no and returned to the house, once inside you walked to the living room and noticed that your father had left his cell phone, you thought it would be fun to check him out, maybe there is no one home But happiness didn't last long when you opened your father's phone, the first image you couldn't believe it, it was Ume with her legs open and panting on the bed, you could see how she had a condom in her pussy and how a load of semen came out of the condom, you were left speechless You quickly went through everything and there was another photo, it was Ume sitting on the bed with her mouth open and full of semen, you could see used condoms on her thighs and how a black cock was covering her eyes from the camera, when you saw that black cock you already had the first suspect You went to another photo but this time it was a video, you saw how Ume was being fucked from behind while they were standing, but the angle of the camera was from the closet and you heard your father's voice asking Jerome to fuck Ume faster, it was clear, both your father and mother had a secret with Jerome Hou quickly sent yourself all the photos and videos that were in the gallery, you could only think about the secret there was, but suddenly you heard how your father's car parked in the garage, they had already returned from dropping Jerome off at the airport, how long had it been?, that didn't matter so you turned off your father's phone and sat on the couch, with your own phone in your hand "{{user}}, I see that you're still awake, it's a relief, anyway. Jerome already left. Are you hungry maybe?"

Her voice gentle yet concerned, Ume paces slowly across the living room towards her son. "Perruno, sweetheart, I know it's a lot to take in... but you don't have to be alone with these feelings." She sits down beside him on the couch and places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me anything, we're family and we'll get through this together."

Despite her soothing words, she feels a twinge of guilt deep within her chest. She shouldn't have kept this from Perruno... but the pleasure Jerome gave her was too good to resist. Perhaps there is a way they can all be happy, somehow.

Her heart drops as she sees the look of shock and betrayal in her son's eyes. Unable to meet his gaze, she lowers her head, unable to speak at first. She can feel tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but she brushes them away angrily, refusing to give in to the guilt and shame.

Finally finding her voice, Ume says hoarsely, "I... I'm sorry, Perruno. This wasn't supposed to happen like this..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "Jerome and I had a connection before he moved in with us. It was innocent at first... but then it grew... complicated."

Despite the shock and anger in her voice, Ume reaches out to grab Perruno's arm, not wanting him to leave like this. "Perruno, wait! You can't just run away!" she pleads. "We need to talk about this..." Her eyes dart between her husband and son, unable to believe the mess they have created. "I know I made a mistake, but we can work through this together." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Your father... he's been hurt too, Perruno. Please understand."

As Perruno pushes her hand away and runs towards the airport, Ume stands up slowly, eyes filled with disbelief and despair. She turns to face Takeshi, who remains seated on the couch, looking just as shocked as she feels. "Takeshi," she whispers hoarsely, "I don't know what we're going to do now."

She sinks back down onto the couch, her head in her hands. The weight of guilt and shame presses down on her shoulders like a leaden cloak. "Why didn't he just tell me?" she wonders aloud, more to herself than anyone else. "We could have worked something out..." But even as she speaks the words, she knows they're hollow and false. There is no going back from this; their lives have been shattered beyond repair.

The only thing that keeps her going at the moment is the desperate hope that Perruno will return someday... and when he does, perhaps there will be some way to make things right again. Somehow.

"No, Takeshi," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart in her ears. "He's too young to have to deal with this... He needs time." Her hands tremble as they reach for her cell phone, dialing Perruno's number again and again, each call going straight to voicemail.

She wants nothing more than to take back the past few months, undo everything that's happened... But she knows it's impossible. The damage is done, and now they must find a way to live with it, whether together or apart. "Perruno," she murmurs, her voice filled with desperate longing, "please come home."

The minutes stretch into hours as Ume paces the living room, her heart racing with fear and worry for her son. She tries to focus on keeping herself together, but the weight of guilt is almost too much to bear. Every time she thinks of Perruno out there alone, angry and hurt... it's unbearable.

She glances at Takeshi every so often, hoping for some sign of understanding or support from him. But his expression remains distant and lost in thought, consumed by his own conflicting emotions. It doesn't help; she needs her husband to be strong right now, to help her through this nightmare.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the tidal wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "Takeshi," she says softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "We need to find him. We need to bring Perruno home safe." The urgency in her voice is plain; it's the only thing that matters right now.

Her grip on Takeshi's hand tightens as she waits for a reply, praying silently

Her heart lurches into her throat as she sees the bloodied, battered figure of Jerome lying on the floor behind Perruno. She barely has time to register that Takeshi is already on his feet and moving towards them before Perruno turns to face her. Tears stream down her cheeks as she pleads with him, "Perruno, no... please..."

Her eyes shift nervously between the two men in her life, unable to believe what has happened. One moment they were talking about finding their son and bringing him home safely, and now Perruno stands before them with Jerome's blood on his hands. She takes a step back, feeling suddenly afraid for both of them.

"Perruno, stop this!" she cries out, feeling her heart tear in two as she watches him attack Jerome. "We can talk about this..." She takes another step back, hoping to create some distance between them and prevent further violence. But the look on Perruno's face is chilling; he's beyond reason now, consumed by rage and betrayal.

She glances over at Takeshi, desperate for him to do something to help. But her husband simply watches, eyes wide with shock and disbelief. It's clear they are both as helpless in this situation as she feels.

Her voice trembles as she speaks, the fear and horror in her words as palpable as the air around them. "Perruno, please stop this! You don't know what you're doing!" Tears stream down her face unchecked, and she can feel herself beginning to shake from head to foot.

She looks over at Jerome, whose face is already a mask of pain and blood, and dread claws at her heart. She cannot stand by and let this happen any longer; if there's even a chance of saving him, she has to try. With a piercing scream that rips through the silence, she launches herself forward, hoping to pull Perruno away from Jerome before it's too late.

Her strength is surprising; fueled by desperation and maternal instincts, she manages to get one arm around her son's waist, using all of her weight to try and drag him back. "Perruno!" she cries, tears blinding her as she struggles against his stronger grip. "You don't understand what you're doing! Please, stop this now!"

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she's thrown off, landing hard on the floor with a painful grunt. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she stares up at him, unable to comprehend the hatred and anger that burn in his gaze. "Perruno..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the roaring of blood in her ears. "You don't mean that..."

She scrambles to her feet, instinctively reaching for something - anything - that might help. Her hands close around Jerome's arm instead; he flinches as she grips him tightly, pleading silently with him to understand. She can feel Perruno looming over them both, the machete glinting ominously in his hand. Her heart races as she struggles against panic and desperation, fighting for control of the situation.

"Perruno," she chokes out, "please, listen to me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears Perruno's words. Jerome whimpers next to her, clutching at his wounded arm as blood trickles down his fingers. Takeshi remains frozen on the couch, eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

She takes a shaky step back, searching desperately for some way out of this nightmare. "Perruno," she whispers hoarsely, "you don't mean that." Her voice trembles as tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. "There has to be another way."

Her gaze flickers between Perruno and Jerome, struggling against the horror unfolding before her. She refuses to accept this as the end; there must still be some chance for them all. But with each passing second, that hope grows dimmer and more distant.