Naughty Mother
Fortunately my suffering was short lived and Marin soon leave and went back home. She promised to visit me again and when I told her I would be getting out of the hospital tomorrow, she said she would visit me at my house.
I had no problems with that and was in fact, quite excited. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to have a friend over? And plus a girl too.
It would be my first time having a girl and friend over at my house.
After she left, there was an empty silence before my mother broke it with her voice full of concern.
"Yuito, are you really friends with her?" my mother asked.
"Yes." I said, a little surprised that I was able to answer so certainly.
We were friends, yes.
"I am not doubting your judgement but are you sure she is good?" my mother asked. "The fake nails, the piercings, contact lens and the hair coloring are nothing to be concerned about?"
I was a bit shocked at my mother's words but I was quickly able to understand where she was coming from.
Her son who had recently fell out of love suddenly had a new girl friend, and that too with someone like Marin.
There was nothing wrong with Marin but what my mother mentioned about her was not really a green flag to most mother's, especially in a reserved country like Japan.
Truthfully yes, Marin did kinda look like your typical arrogant popular girl. But those who actually knew her would almost be offended by that statement because she was anything but.
She was probably the nicest girl out there.
"No, she is nothing like that mom. She is a really nice girl." I said and maybe I was a little louder than I tried to be, because my mother's face immediately became guilty.
"Of course honey." She came to me and hugged me. She kissed my head. "I just don't want to see you sad again."
She stayed like that for a while before pulling herself away, "You need sleep Yuito. You should rest now."
I accepted her proposal and went to bed, even though it was not even fully dark yet. But as she said, I needed rest.
I slept like a dead man.
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[Sumire Fujita.]
Sumire lovingly watched her son as he drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Her son was such an exceptional young man. She wondered how she was going to deal with him.
And that friend of his, Marin Kitagawa. Sumire still wasn't sure what kind of character she has, but she had a feeling that Marin was a good person.
But she was not going to risk her son just because she 'feel' that Marin was a good person.
She had let that girl, Tsukimi hurt him already because she was holding herself back but not anymore.
She won't allow it anymore. She won't allow any girl to take advantage of her kind son. She won't let the world corrupt him.
She would do everything.
She needs to keep him safe.
Afterall, if she wasn't able to protect him from the bitches that would leech off of her son, then what kind of a mother would she be?
So as she saw her son fall asleep, she immediately got out her phone and did some research about Marin.
After a few calls to her acquaintance from Itan Highschool - teachers - and even some google searches, she was able to learn some things about her son's friend, Marin Kitagawa.
..
Mother dying at a young age.
Raised in a single parent household.
Father often travelled abroad due to work.
She also had part time job as a model.
..
It might sound harsh but Sumire was definitely not impressed by what she had learned. All information showed that there was a high chance of Kitagawa not being a good company for Yuito.
She knew that children raised in a single parent household had a high chance of going down the wrong path.
And Marin's father leaving her alone due to work could also affect her in a bad way.
Sumire should know, because Marin's current situation remind an aweful lot of her past.
She hoped Marin was nothing like younger self.
Beacsue Sumire definitely did not want her son to be close to someone like her. Her younger self.
She also looked up some of Marin's model photo and she had to admit the girl was very beautiful.
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Sumire was not very fond of the idea of Marin being close to her son, but since his son seemed sure about Marin, she would give the benefit of the doubt.
But she would observe. Like a hawk.
She put her phone away and sighed.
She then looked at her son's sleeping face and she couldn't stop herself from touching his face.
She trailed her fingers along his jawline and sharp cheekbones.
'He is so beautiful.'
She leaned close to her son's face until she could feel his breath tickling her face.
"Yuitio~" she called softly but she got no response. She poked him once and twice but Yuito showed no signs of waking up.
Maybe it was becasue of the medications but her son was in a deep sleep.
She was sure he wouldn't wake up so easily even if she did....some things to him.
When she realised that, a desire suddenly came to life in her heart. It was like a small spark at first but it quickly turned fierce, like raging flames. It heated up her body and she couldn't help her breath from getting heavy.
She moved even closer, her lips so very close to him that she could almost taste him.
And his smell. He smelled so good. She couldn't put a word to what he smelled. He just smelled like him.
*sniff*. *sniff*
His scent was so strong and addictive.
Her desire burned brighter. She tried to restraint herself but....
"He wouldn't know, right?" she told herself.
Yes. He wouldn't know.
With great reluctance but greater desire, she climbed on the bed and slipped into her son's blacket.
"Oh, Yuito darling~" She whispered, very, very softly.
Feelings a mother shouldn't have towards her son engulfed her whole being. She was deeply ashamed but she couldn't deny her feelings.
'I am such a horrible mother.'
And she was, she didn't know why she was like this. Maybe that bastard had broken her and even though her son had healed her, maybe there are some things beyond healing.
Or maybe she was this perverted the whole time.
She touched him and she shivered when she felt his warmth. She did not know how cold she was until she was touching him.
Just like how she didn't know how dull her life was until he appeared in her life.
"Oh, sweetie~" Just being close to him was enough for her lower parts to become wet.
She touched him. And a helpless smile spread on her face.
She couldn't deny it now, she was sexually attracted to her son.
'I am such a disgusting person.'
She was such a dirty girl. She was so sorry that Yuito had such a perverted mother.
Her arms roamed around his body, checking everything that had grown from the last time she had felt his body.
His hard muscles, his fractured arms, his veins. She did not feel shame at all because afterall, she made him.
She created him. He was completely hers.
'Mine.'
But what she did feel though was a twisted sense of pleasure. She was touching her innocent son with her dirty hands and with even dirtier intention.
She did stop herself from touching 'that' part though. Because she wouldn't be able to stop herself if she did.
Because if there was anything that could stop her desire, it was the idea of her son hating her.
She was not even touching herself and merely rubbing her thighs. But somehow she shivered and reached climax.
"Ahh~?" She supressed a moan and her body pulsed with pleasure for a long time before it calmed down.
After she was done feeling him up, she tightly wrapped her arms around him or at least tried to. He was too big for her now so she just grabbed on him like a koala.
She knew she should leave but she liked lying beside him.
She rested her head on his powerful chest and felt complete. Like it was where she belonged.
Home.
She stayed there for a long time. Telling herself that she would get off soon. But even after hours it was always the same.
'I will get off soon.'
At one point she felt so comfortable in his chest that she fell asleep.
She was safe. She was where she belonged.
Suffice to say it was the greatest sleep Sumire had in a long, long time.
And because of it, she missed how her son's face was completely red and how his body was trembling.
Oops.
Things could become complicated.
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