Mom, we will be happy!

Prologue

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the warm water streamed down Michiko's long hair, bringing her back to her senses somewhat.

Her body felt limp; if no one had supported her, she probably would have collapsed to the floor. How embarrassing! A thirty-nine-year-old woman, drunk and needing her son to bathe her—Shunsuke would definitely complain tomorrow. What an unfit mother!

"Ah!" So comfortable. Michiko felt a tingling sensation spread from her buttocks—no, not just her buttocks, her chest felt so good too. In a hazy state, Michiko felt a long-lost feeling of comfort spreading rapidly like wildfire. This feeling was simply wonderful. She instinctively leaned her weight against the person behind her, her chest thrusting forward, her head tilted back, her fair neck stretched out like a swan. She immediately felt warm lips kiss her neck, a soft tongue gently licking upwards to behind her ear.

Michiko could no longer resist, turning her head to meet those lips. What met her was a passionate, long kiss and even more pleasurable physical stimulation.

"Mom, you're so beautiful, will you be my wife?"

The gentle words pulled Michiko back to reality from the darkness of desire. Forcing her eyes open, she saw her son, Shunsuke, so close to her. Not only that, but she was naked, leaning against her equally naked son, her breasts changing shape in his large hands. No! Not there! Shunsuke was rubbing his penis back and forth between her buttocks.

Michiko could feel the slight throbbing of Shunsuke's penis. Reason prevented her from enduring it any longer; her ethical compels her to do something. She wanted to push Shunsuke away but couldn't control her body. Damn the alcohol!

"Jun-suke...no..."

"Mom, I love you. I want to be with you forever."

"Jun-suke...we're mother and son...how can you..."

"No, I don't care. Mom, I'll always be good to you. I want you, please, Mom." "Mom, why are you bleeding? Mom, it's my fault, don't scare me." "Jun-suke...let me go, or...I...I'll bite my tongue and kill myself." At 6:10 a.m., Jun-suke prepared breakfast as usual: milk, toast, and soft-boiled eggs—all his mother Michiko's favorites.

Jun-suke didn't like cooking, and even disliked everything that a housewife should do, but there was nothing he could do. Michiko was too busy with work, often staying up late to finish her design work. She was so busy that she didn't have time to do housework, and not only that, his mother had never taken him on a vacation. How wonderful it would be to go to Hokkaido for hot springs during winter break.

Michiko was a single, unmarried mother who started her own house design company after giving birth to Jun-suke. Michiko's designs possess a uniquely feminine, humanistic quality, always evoking a sense of home and warmth, which has earned her a small reputation in the industry. As the company president, she is meticulous and hands-on, personally overseeing many designs. While this has led to the company's booming success, it has also kept her so busy that her son often has to look after her, which she feels a little guilty about. Junsuke

banished his vacation fantasies and pushed open his mother's bedroom door.

Michiko is naturally beautiful, with skin as smooth as jade, like a baby's. The wrinkles that often plague women approaching forty are nowhere to be seen on her face. She sleeps soundly, a playful slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, like a little girl who has just received her beloved doll.

Junsuke sits on the edge of the bed, gazing at the sleeping Michiko. She's so adorable; I'd be willing to make breakfast for her for the rest of my life. Junsuke can't help but reach out and gently stroke Michiko's delicate nose with his finger, the touch of his fingertip against her nostril stirring a strange flutter in his heart.

"Junsuke… my good son… let Mom sleep a little longer," Michiko murmurs dreamily, her eyes closed. She reached out and grabbed the large hand that had just been teasing her nose, pulling it to her lips and gently biting it.

Junsuke exaggeratedly cried out in pain in response.

"Okay, Mom, you can sleep a little longer. I've set your alarm. Breakfast is ready, you must eat it. I'm going to school now." Michiko nodded gently with her eyes closed, indicating she understood, then stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Junsuke's neck, planting a hard kiss on his cheek.

"Junsuke, you're so sweet."

Junsuke was a second-year student at Kaiyo High School, and he had to take the tram three stops every day. He disliked the tram, especially seeing the helpless and numb faces on the passengers. If going to work was such a disgusting thing, why not try to change it?

"Good morning, Junsuke."

Rina was in the same class as Junsuke and they often bumped into each other on the tram. She was very cute and likable, but she was a strange girl who often said surprising things. She had a good personality, optimistic and cheerful; they should be good friends.

"Does Junsuke have someone he likes?"

"No, I haven't thought about it."

"How can a person not have someone they like? It's like a little bird, all alone, how pitiful." How can a person be a little bird? Can't one live alone? Just like his mother, Michiko. Junsuke never thought his mother was lonely, and he never thought about whether his mother was pitiful.

Rina tossed her ponytail, and the pair of silver bells tied to the ponytail made a crisp sound. Junsuke thought it sounded nice, as if it had a sunny feeling.

"Junsuke, I have someone I like. His name is Hashimoto, he's forty-five years old, he's a doctor at Chichibu Hospital, he has three children, and his wife is a full-time housewife. She buys saury for her husband to fry every day." Junsuke was shocked by Rina's sudden revelation. She actually liked a man twenty-eight years older than him, and he was married. She even knew that his wife bought saury every day. Junsuke could tell that Rina was serious, and perhaps she had been secretly observing that man's family for a long time. Rina often said strange things, so it wasn't surprising that she would do something like this, but as a friend, I was inexplicably worried about her.

"Why do you like that man?"

"He's very handsome, with strong facial features. He'd probably be even more handsome when he smiles, but he rarely smiles. He doesn't like saury either. I won't break up his family, but I want him to smile more. I'm sure I can do it." "That's it?"

Junsuke had never thought about liking someone, nor could he understand why wanting someone to smile more meant liking them. At this moment, his mother Michiko's sweet smile in her sleep floated into his mind. If his mother could smile every day, it would be a good thing.

"Liking someone is a very simple thing. It doesn't need theorems to prove it. Feelings aren't math problems." Rina said seriously. She had made up her mind, just like she had said before, that she would live independently in Tokyo after graduation, even if it meant being so poor that she had to work as a masseuse. Junsuke knew that once Rina made up her mind, she would definitely do it. He could only silently wish her well and hope that she would succeed.

2

"I'm sorry, Junsuke. Mom went to the construction site today and couldn't get back early to celebrate your birthday. I'll make it up to you next time, I'll take you on a trip, okay?" "Forget it, it's okay if we don't go on a trip, we can see it on TV, and there's nowhere I particularly want to go." Junsuke said nonchalantly, but Michiko noticed that Junsuke, sitting on the sofa watching TV, was tightly pressing his left thumb against his inward-curling index finger, a

little gesture he made when he was unhappy. Junsuke had prepared dinner and was waiting for her to come back for her birthday, but she didn't return until midnight. Michiko hugged Junsuke's neck from behind, prying open his tightly clenched fingers one by one, and snuggled her little hand into his.

"How about Mom scrubs your back? We haven't bathed together in a long time." "No way." Michiko persisted, shaking Junsuke's arm and acting coquettishly. Junsuke couldn't stand his mother like this, so cute that he wanted to bite her, and all the resentment in his heart vanished instantly.

In the bathroom, Junsuke sat naked on a small stool. Michiko, wearing a tank top and shorts, was scrubbing her son's back with a towel. The last time she'd scrubbed his back was when he was in junior high; time had flown by, Junsuke was already a head taller than her. Michiko unconsciously slowed her movements, her hands gently stroking her son's broad back, feeling the youthful energy unique to young men.

At the same time, Junsuke secretly watched his mother through the mirror, which was slightly fogged up. Michiko's slender arms, her exposed collarbone, and the two prominent nipples peeking out from under her wet tank top—all these things stirred his imagination. Junsuke felt a surge of heat rise from his lower abdomen, coursing through his body. His throat was dry, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"Ouch..."

Junsuke was startled awake by his mother's soft cry, suddenly realizing that his lower body had become aroused, his penis throbbing like an angry dragon. The worst part was that his mother's hand accidentally touched his engorged member while scrubbing him in the bath.

Junsuke didn't know how to explain himself; he'd actually felt something for his mother's figure. How could this be? He couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped up, covered his genitals with a towel, and ran out, only managing to explain after slamming the bathroom door shut.

"I...I still have homework to finish, I'm going back to my room."

This child had actually learned to be shy! What had just happened? Junsuke was an adult now; they probably wouldn't be able to bathe together anymore. How nostalgic! Michiko lay in the bathtub, feeling the warm water slowly wash away her fatigue. Junsuke had grown up. He was willing to do housework and could cook; he was a good man. Being his wife would be wonderful.

What was I thinking, fantasizing about being my son's wife? How could a mother be so shameless? She should drown in this water! Michiko slid her body, submerging herself completely in the bathtub, only surfacing after a long while, panting heavily.

As night fell, Junsuke tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. His mother's blurry figure in the bathroom mirror kept flashing before his eyes; her breasts, like two bright lamps in the darkness, flickered, and he was completely immersed in a sea of desire.

The next day, Junsuke got up early and hid in the bathroom to wash his underwear, leaving behind marks he couldn't let his mother see.

Rina

, true to her word, shared her newfound relationship with Dr. Hashimoto with Junsuke within a month. Her face radiated spring's warmth, as joyful as a newlywed bride.

"Shunsuke, I went on a date with Hashimoto-kun. Even though we only ate ramen and took a walk together before he rushed off, it was still our first date. Hashimoto-kun is such a good husband; he had to rush home for dinner, so there'll probably be pan-fried saury again." "Married men are such a hassle. Are you still going to see him?" "Of course. Hashimoto-kun's smiles will only increase." "Oh, is Rina happy?" "

Of course, very happy. Love feels so good. Shunsuke, you should find your own love soon too." Shunsuke didn't understand Rina's love, but he could genuinely feel her joy. If love is the heartfelt joy you feel because of someone, then he seemed to have felt that way before—that's right, the feeling he had when he saw his mother, Michiko.

Michiko's company had taken on a new project, and after changing clothes at home, she buried herself in blueprints, not even having time to eat properly.

Shunsuke understood his mother's dedication to her work and didn't disturb her, instead taking the dirty laundry to wash himself. After hanging up the school uniform shirts and gym clothes, Junsuke casually picked up Michiko's laundry basket and tossed the clothes into the washing machine one by one. A black suit, a lace bra, lace panties, and black pantyhose.

This wasn't the first time Junsuke had washed his mother's clothes; he'd never had any other thoughts. But this time, for some reason, he couldn't bear to put down the black pantyhose. Perhaps it was because of the familiar scent—his mother's unique, delicate fragrance mixed with a faint body lotion.

Junsuke brought the pantyhose to his nose and took a deep sniff. The intoxicating aroma was like sparks falling on dry grass, irresistible. Junsuke felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his lower body throbbing uncomfortably. Unable to bear it any longer, he crumpled the pantyhose in his hand and hurriedly ran back to his room.

Lying on the bed, Junsuke closed his eyes, pressed the pantyhose to his nose, greedily inhaling the lingering scent of his mother. In a few swift movements, he loosened his belt and pulled down his pants, exposing his hot, erect penis to the air. Junsuke slowly stroked his penis with one hand, while the other gripped his mother's pantyhose tightly, his consciousness spreading with the delicate fragrance.

Junsuke felt his mother's hand caressing his pectoral muscles, chest, and abdomen, so gentle, so intoxicating. Until his mother's hand touched his penis and began to stroke it up and down, he could no longer hold back and let out a soft "Mmm." Then the stroking speed increased, and Junsuke's breathing gradually became rapid.

"I want you... Mom,"

Junsuke murmured, his mind filled with his mother's image—her smile, her snow-white skin, her strong and slender calves, and the breasts of his mother from his hazy childhood memories. With each slight tremor of Junsuke's body, spurts of thick semen sprayed onto his mother Michiko's black pantyhose, quite conspicuous.

"Clang!"

Startled by the sudden sound, Junsuke, who had just reached his peak, looked around and saw his bedroom door ajar. Michiko stood in the doorway, covering her mouth, with a metal fruit bowl and slices of peeled oranges scattered on the floor.

In his haste, Junsuke didn't even have time to pull up his pants, hastily covering his genitals with his stockings. He jumped off the bed, but before he could regain his balance, he tripped over his pants, which were still dangling from his calves, and fell face-first onto the floor, looking utterly disheveled.

"Mom, I…"

Before Junsuke could explain, Michiko silently turned and left, returning to her room and locking the door behind her.

Junsuke pulled up his pants, cleaned up the mess and the scattered fruit, and nervously knocked on Michiko's door. Whether she hit him or scolded him, he had to bear the consequences of his actions.

After a long pause, Michiko's cool voice finally came from inside: "It's late, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." The next morning, Shunsuke sat down at the dining table with panda eyes. Michiko, unusually, hadn't slept in; the food was already prepared: a plate of grilled fish, a bowl of vegetable salad, and a bowl of miso soup.

Michiko handed him a bowl of rice and sat down opposite Shunsuke, her expression calm, yet unsettling, as if a storm was about to break.

"It's all my fault. I'm always busy with work, making Shunsuke suffer a lot. I've neglected him, and I haven't even noticed that my son has grown up," Michiko said, stopping Shunsuke from speaking.

"I was young once too. Some things don't need explaining. Shunsuke is a man now; he should date. I won't stop you. If you have a girl you like, be sure to bring her home so I can meet her." Shunsuke shoveled a mouthful of rice down his throat, suppressing the bitterness welling up inside him. Was it gratitude? Although he was relieved that his mother hadn't scolded him for the stockings incident last night, it didn't matter anymore. His mother wanted him to find a girlfriend, but why did he feel so empty? It seemed like everything around him was slowly drifting away, especially his mother. He couldn't stay any longer; he knew he'd burst into tears.

"I'm full, going to school,"

Junsuke said, grabbing his bag and hurrying out the door.

Behind him, Michiko, equally melancholic, watched him intently. Her son was grown up; he needed to live his own life. She, his mother, couldn't keep holding him back. He'd suffered so much with her all these years; she was sorry, Junsuke.

The thought of Junsuke leaving her was truly heartbreaking. "I can't be with him forever," Michiko thought. "What he said yesterday when he was doing that thing must have been nonsense. I'm his mother, and I'm almost forty. Junsuke would never be interested in me." Michiko sat at her dressing table, her mind filled with anxiety and uncertainty. Although her face showed no signs of age, she still meticulously prepared herself.

Was she afraid of being disliked? Was she afraid of being disliked by Junsuke? Michiko didn't know, and she didn't want to think about it.

Michiko

's words continued to trouble Junsuke. For several days, he hadn't felt his mother deliberately distancing herself, and his initial feeling of abandonment had gradually faded. But a new problem arose that gave him a headache.

What kind of woman did he like? The only woman who stirred his heart was his mother, Michiko, but she was his mother. How could he possibly have such feelings?

"Junsuke has a mother complex,"

Rina said after he finished confiding in her, revealing her suspicions. "Junsuke doesn't have many friends, and Rina is the only one he can truly confide in." How could this be? Junsuke felt like a perverted monster and became even more terrified.

"How could this be? Michiko is my mother! How could I be so stupid as to fall in love with my own mother? Do you think I'm a beast?" "Ha, beast? Junsuke, don't be ridiculous. Love isn't something you can control. It's like sunrise and sunset; it will come when it's meant to. There's no good or bad in it. All you have to do is face it." "But that's still not right. How can I have a child with my own mother?" "You have to make choices. If you feel it's incestuous, then don't have a child and live a life of just the two of you. If you feel lonely, you can adopt an orphan." "As expected of Rina, she could be a love encyclopedia. But I still don't think I might fall in love with my mother. I believe the body is the most honest thing in the world. I'm going to take a test." Rina's words made Junsuke feel that ethics weren't an obstacle, and children weren't a problem either. But he still had some doubts. Maybe he was just fantasizing about older, mature women.

Junsuke went to the convenience store and picked out a few DVDs featuring mature women whose faces and figures he liked. Back home, he hid in his room, locked the door, and began testing himself. He watched one DVD after another, and although the nudity of the women nearly drove him to the brink of collapse, he always felt something was missing, and he would always come down just as he was about to reach his climax. This woman's eyebrows weren't as pleasing to the eye as Michiko's; her calves looked like two crooked green radishes—Michiko's legs were so long and slender; what was this? Her eyes had no spirit at all, murky like unfiltered dirty water—truly disgusting.

After watching all the DVDs, Junsuke was seething with anger, but couldn't vent it. It wasn't until Michiko called him to dinner that he was able to release his pent-up frustration.

Junsuke sat at the table and took a large gulp of ice water, trying to calm his anger. But when he looked up, he saw Michiko's back as she wore a silk skirt and an apron. Her shapely curves, coupled with Michiko's soft, casual conversation, instantly made Junsuke feel as if he were sitting on a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

Junsuke watched as his mother focused on preparing the last dish; her protruding buttocks were incredibly alluring, far surpassing the vulgar women in those DVDs. He secretly slipped his hand into his pants, grabbed his throbbing, almost explosive penis, and quickly masturbated, ejaculating in just a few strokes.

The experiment failed. Junsuke realized he wasn't infatuated with mature women, but solely with his mother, Michiko. This filled him with both excitement and joy.

How could he tell his mother? Should he just tell her the truth directly? Would Michiko kick her out of the house for having such illicit thoughts? After struggling for several days, Junsuke finally decided to confess to his mother.

"Mom, there's something I want you to know. I can't like any other woman. I only like you, Mom. I only want you." "What nonsense are you talking about? Junsuke, are you feeling unwell?" "I'm perfectly normal, and I'm very calm. I like you, Mom. No, I love you, I've always loved you. If I had to choose a woman to live with, it would only be you, Mom." *Slap!* Michiko slapped Junsuke across the face. She trembled violently, tears streaming down her face. She tried to grab the wall beside her, but it was futile; she collapsed forward, completely exhausted.

Junsuke caught his mother and pulled her into his arms.

Michiko leaned against her son's broad chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart churned, repeatedly asking herself, "How could this happen? Why is God doing this to me? Why did my son fall in love with me? This is a sin against Heaven! I can't let this happen!"

Michiko cried and pounded on Shunsuke's chest repeatedly, murmuring, "No...you bad boy...this will send you to hell...you can't love Mommy...are you trying to kill Mommy sooner?" Shunsuke let his mother hit him, only holding her tighter and tighter. Hearing his mother's cries, he felt equally heartbroken. He wanted to comfort her, but didn't know how to speak. In a moment of impulse, he lowered his head and kissed his mother's cheek, sucking on her earlobe and gently rubbing his lips against the inside of her ear.

Perhaps Michiko was tired from crying, or perhaps Shunsuke's gentle kiss calmed her down, she gradually stopped crying and coldly pushed Shunsuke away.

"You're not allowed to mention what I said today again. If I hear it again, you're no longer my son. You're still young; you should like girls who are young too. Don't speak. Mom hopes you can bring your favorite girl home for dinner soon. I'm tired; I don't want to talk anymore." Michiko used exhaustion as an excuse to stop Shunsuke from speaking, then staggered back to her room, closing the door behind her, leaving a resentful Shunsuke standing there motionless for a long time.

Back in her room, Michiko couldn't find peace. She had no mood to look at the design drawings, nor could she sleep. She turned off the light and lay on the bed, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. That blackness became a black hole of hell, and she stood alone at its edge, hesitating whether to jump in and choose eternal damnation, or to retreat quickly.

For some reason, Michiko felt she had fallen, starting the moment her son held her in his arms. She didn't even reject Shunsuke's embrace; she even longed for him to hold her tighter, preferably pressing her against his broad chest, so she wouldn't have to struggle between ethics and her son.

She couldn't let this illicit affair happen. How could such a tragedy befall Junsuke? She couldn't let herself ruin his bright future.

After that day, Michiko deliberately went out early and came home late, deliberately avoiding Junsuke, even going to Tokyo for a week under the guise of a business trip.

Junsuke stayed home alone. Life without Michiko was truly miserable. He regretted confessing his feelings to his mother. If he hadn't said anything, perhaps he could have stayed by his mother's side as her son, maybe that would have been better.

5.

Michiko's company anniversary celebration arrived, and Junsuke was dragged to the party. It's always good to see more people, so he wouldn't keep overthinking about his mother. Maybe he'd find a new target tonight. Men, after all, are never very persistent.

Yukiko pulled Michiko to drink champagne, and the two women whispered about the men around them. Yukiko was Michiko's colleague; they were about the same age and were close friends. Yukiko, also a designer, was a great beauty, but the two women had completely different auras. If Michiko is a white lotus in the heart of a tranquil lake, then Yukiko is a bewitching datura blooming in the dark night.

Since you're already in the forest, why insist on choosing a tree to take home? This is Yukiko's motto as a staunch bachelor. She lives freely, never thinking of belonging to any man, nor of making any man belong to her forever. As long as you're happy, time won't make things better, will it?

"Why does Michiko always live such a miserable life? It's heartbreaking to see. Is there not a single man in the world who can catch your eye?" Besides the man who brought Junsuke to her life, no other man has appeared in Michiko's life. Even that man quietly disappeared. Having her son Junsuke is enough, she always thinks.

Looking at Junsuke standing alone by the French windows in the distance, watching the night view, a happy smile spread across Michiko's face. My little man looks so handsome today; the suit really suits his figure.

Following Michiko's gaze, Yukiko also noticed the somewhat lonely Junsuke.

"Junsuke has grown into a man, so handsome that one can't help but want to devour him whole. Michiko, how about giving me Junsuke for one night? If you're willing, maybe I'd even give up the whole forest." Michiko listened with a smile to Yukiko's flirtatious praise of Junsuke. She wasn't angry; in fact, she felt a little proud. Not just any man could catch Yukiko's eye. Perhaps Yukiko could really distract Shunsuke. A romance with the mature and sexy Yukiko would be better than having infatuations with her mother.

"Alright, Yukiko. That little man is yours tonight, as long as you're charming enough. Knocking him out and dragging him back to his room is out of the question." "Oh, look at you, making it sound like I'm some kind of man-eating witch. It's rare for Michiko to give up her precious son; now watch my tricks." Michiko watched Yukiko gracefully walk towards Shunsuke, a sudden pang of pain shooting through her heart. Would Yukiko really succeed? That vixen was quite cunning; perhaps something would happen between them tonight. She downed her champagne, casually called a waiter for a whole bottle, and poured herself a drink, no longer caring about Shunsuke and Yukiko's progress.

Yukiko returned quickly, looking dejected. This seasoned womanizer hadn't even had a chance to unleash her ultimate move before being spurred back by the icy Shunsuke. Junsuke's words were completely devoid of their usual gentleness, cold and sharp, directly shutting Yukiko down.

"Grandma, I have no interest in you. It would be more like your granddaughter." Yukiko sat down next to Michiko angrily, about to retort on the "grandma" topic, but then noticed that the champagne bottle in front of Michiko was already more than half empty.

Michiko was drunk. Her alcohol tolerance was already low, and she quickly became disoriented. She didn't know how Junsuke carried her out, nor did she know that she had vomited all over herself and Junsuke in the taxi. When she regained consciousness, she was already in the bathroom.

Junsuke carried his mother, who was covered in vomit, home, and took off their clothes, which were reeking of alcohol and filth. Seeing that there was still filth on Michiko's neck and hair, he had no choice but to strip them naked and take them to the bathroom to wash.

"Junsuke... Junsuke..."

Michiko called her son's name repeatedly, leaning softly against him.

Junsuke supported his mother from behind, helping her wash her face, hair, and body. Michiko gently shifted her body in his arms, her soft skin brushing against her son's.

Being naked with his mother like this was something Shunsuke had always dreamed of. Feeling the heat of her body in his arms, hearing her lover's soft calls, he could no longer resist. He wrapped his arms around his mother, his large hands caressing her two high, beautiful breasts, slowly and gently kneading them. His penis sprang up, pressing against his mother's full buttocks, probing deep into her cleft, thrusting back and forth, rubbing against her flesh.

With Shunsuke's movements, he felt his mother's body gradually awaken, seemingly responding to his movements, even letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Shunsuke lowered his head and kissed his mother's neck, his tongue lightly licking upwards to behind her ear.

"Shunsuke...no..."

Michiko finally realized she was writhing in her son's arms. The feeling was pleasurable; her body greedily drank in the sweet rain like parched seedlings. It was too wonderful. How could this be? He was my son.

"Mom, I love you. I want to be with you forever."

His body betrayed him; Junsuke could feel his mother's pleasure, and he wouldn't stop, continuing to caress her body wantonly.

"Junsuke…we're mother and son…how can you…"

"No, I don't care. Mom, I'll always be good to you. I want you, please, Mom." Ignoring his mother's pleas, Junsuke intensified his movements, his fingertips rapidly teasing her two firm, red nipples. Michiko trembled, experiencing wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.

Was she really going to fall into this dark abyss? Wasn't it all good? Wasn't this the moment she'd been waiting for? To be embraced by her son Junsuke, to experience the physical pleasure in his arms—wasn't this the happiest thing in life?

No, she couldn't. If Junsuke continued like this, he would be the one suffering later. That boy was only seventeen; he would regret it. How would he face his mother, his future wife? He would be ruined.

Absolutely not! He had to stop!

The alcohol made her body uncontrollably respond to the rhythm of her desires. Michiko couldn't stop, but she had to stop. She bit her tongue hard, and a trickle of sweet, metallic blood flowed down her chin, the bright red reflected in Shunsuke's affectionate eyes.

"Mom, why are you bleeding? Mom, it's my fault, don't scare me." Seeing his mother bleeding, Shunsuke panicked and stopped what he was doing to her.

"Shunsuke... let me go, or... I... I'll bite my tongue and kill myself." Michiko's face turned deathly pale, filled with pain and despair. Shunsuke had never seen his mother with such an expression; her eyes were as cold as two icicles, piercing his heart.

Shunsuke staggered backward, and Michiko, without her son's support, slumped against the wall.

The showerhead continued to spray water, forming a hazy barrier, cruelly separating mother and son. 　　A clear rift had formed between Michiko and Shunsuke

. 　　Every day when Michiko returned home, she deliberately put on a stern face, not because she was angry, but because she didn't know how to face her son. She repeatedly told herself not to be soft-hearted, not to give in to him so easily; she didn't want to become a sinner in his life. 　　Faced with Michiko's cold face, Shunsuke didn't know what to say. He was afraid that if he spoke, he would hurt his mother again. He was afraid that his mother's cold gaze would pierce her; how could he bear to see his mother hurt? It 　　was Shunsuke who broke the cold war first. Seeing his mother's face growing thinner day by day, he had to do something, even if it meant deceiving her. 　　Shunsuke brought Rina home and introduced her to his mother, saying, "This is my girlfriend." 　　Michiko could no longer maintain her icy demeanor. Her expression when she saw Shunsuke holding Rina's hand was quite complex: first surprise, then delight, then suspicion, and finally, her usual calm and gentle expression returned. 　　Rina was very likable, and Michiko quickly accepted the fact that she was her son's girlfriend. Who wouldn't like such a bright, charming, and lovely girl? Michiko was happy for Shunsuke; finally, she no longer had to worry about his illicit feelings for her. 　　Everything seemed to be on track, but despite her joy, Michiko often found herself lost in thought. Shunsuke had his own life now, and she would be all alone from now on. How lonely! 　　"Youth is so wonderful!" 　　Michiko sighed, taking a large gulp of beer. Having just finished a project, her colleague Yoshida dragged her to a bar for beer.

"Michiko isn't old at all. Don't you know how many young girls feel inferior in your presence, and how many men are head over heels for you?" Yoshida turned to look at Michiko. He had been pursuing her for years, but she always used his young son as an excuse. However, he was very patient; it was only natural that good women were hard to win over.

Michiko drank her wine quickly, and two blushes rose to her cheeks. She rested her chin on her hand, looking at the man beside her who had been with her for so many years in building their business. She understood his devotion, yet she hesitated to give him an answer. Was it because of Junsuke?

That boy now had a girlfriend and his own life; perhaps it was time for her to consider her own life too.

"The ring, will Yoshida-kun still wear the ring every day?"

She wasn't referring to the ring an ordinary person wears on their finger, but the ring Yoshida had proposed to her years ago. She knew that Yoshida had always carried that ring with him; perhaps he was always ready to start a new life with her.

Yoshida took a small, red velvet jewelry box from the inside pocket of his coat. The corners of the box were slightly worn. He solemnly placed the box in front of Michiko.

The ring glittered, simple yet not extravagant. Michiko held it between her fingers, playing with it.

"You must think I'm a heartless woman, right? How can someone be so indifferent to another person's feelings? Would you still like such a cruel woman, Yoshida-kun? Would you still want to live with me?" Yoshida's answer was simple. He gently took Michiko's hand in his and placed the ring on her beautiful finger.

"Because it's you, Michiko, I'm willing to wait, even if it's ten or twenty years." Why do people get married? Is it because of love? Or because of the fear of loneliness?

Michiko decided to get engaged to Yoshida, so that she and Shunsuke could start a new life together. Hearing this news, Shunsuke was unusually calm. Michiko knew he had truly given up on her. This was exactly the result she wanted, wasn't it?

Snowy season arrived, and Shunsuke's school was on winter break. Michiko and Yoshida's wedding was also scheduled.

On the day of the engagement ceremony, Michiko wore a pure white dress, and Shunsuke dressed himself up like a prince.

However, things took a turn for the worse just before the ceremony began.

"Oh my god, Michiko's son has fainted."

"Poor young man, how could he suddenly faint?"

"What about the engagement ceremony?"

"Of course it has to be postponed. What kind of mother continues the engagement ceremony as if nothing happened when her son faints?" Shunsuke

was taken to the nearby Chichibu Hospital, and after a series of examinations, he was admitted to the oncology ward. The diagnosis was terminal brain cancer, and the attending physician, Hashimoto, told Michiko this unfortunate news with a pained expression.

"The patient is in a temporary coma due to nerve compression caused by a brain tumor. The tumor is growing rapidly and cannot be treated with radiotherapy or chemotherapy." "In the near future, the brain tumor may cause increased intracranial pressure, leading to headaches, vomiting, aphasia, epilepsy, and even loss of vision and other senses, eventually resulting in respiratory failure. The sensation will be similar to being anesthetized, only the anesthesia works faster and doesn't cause pain." "All we can do is try to minimize the patient's suffering, and the same goes for the patient's family; try to accommodate their wishes in everything." What? Junsuke has brain cancer, and it's incurable, terminal stage. Why is God so cruel?

Why should it be directed at me? What did that child do wrong? After hearing Dr. Hashimoto's words, Michiko collapsed to the ground. Darkness enveloped her; her world sank into darkness. This is hell.

"Junsuke...Junsuke...how much longer?"

"Two months if we're lucky, two months if we're unlucky..."

Michiko sat blankly in the hospital lobby, every moment of Junsuke's life flashing through her mind, the doctor's last words echoing repeatedly in her ears, "Two months if we're lucky." "The patient is awake and needs to see his family." The nurse roused Michiko from her dazed state. She leaned against the wall and slowly walked to the ward door, reaching out to push it open, but then pulled back. She smoothed her disheveled hair with her fingers, wiped away the tears on her face, straightened her clothes slightly, and then forced a smile before pushing open the ward door.

Junsuke lay on the hospital bed, covered with a clean white blanket. An IV stand stood beside the bed, liquid dripping from a transparent tube into the veins in Junsuke's wrist.

Seeing this, Michiko couldn't help but burst into tears again. She turned to leave, saying, "Jun-suke must be thirsty. I'll go get some water." "I'm not thirsty, Mom. Can you sit next to me?"

After his mother sat down beside him, Jun-suke gently took her hand and kissed it.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I made you cry. It's all my fault." "It's alright, Jun-suke. You'll get better soon." "I don't want Mom to cry, but this time Jun-suke is going to disappoint her. The doctor has already told me about the condition." Hearing this, Michiko could no longer pretend and buried her face in her son's chest, sobbing loudly. Jun-suke hugged his mother and stroked her back with his hand.

After a long while, Michiko stopped crying, but she continued to sob silently, tears streaming down her face like a broken faucet.

Jun-suke leaned close to his mother's face and kissed her tearful eyes, wiping away her tears.

Michiko lifted her tear-filled face. So close to her was her son, Shunsuke, whom she cherished like life itself. He was only a teenager; was he really going to leave this world? How could this be? She was willing to do anything for him, even something that would condemn her to eternal damnation.

Michiko lowered her head and kissed Shunsuke's lips. Their lips pressed together, their warm, wet tongues tracing paths across each other's lips, slipping into each other's mouths, intertwining, exchanging saliva.

After a long while, their lips parted. Michiko's cheeks were flushed, whether from the intensity of her tears or from the difficulty breathing during the kiss, she didn't know. How could this be? How could she kiss her son, especially her sick son? Michiko blushed even more with shame, lowering her head, trying to get up and leave, but her son held her tightly around the waist, unable to break free.

"Mommy's tears are salty, her lips are sweet, and her body is soft. Junsuke loves Mommy so much, I want you so much." Michiko stammered, unsure how to respond to her son's blush-inducing confession.

"Liar...liar...Junsuke already...already has Rina." "Mommy, I'm lying. Not what I just said, but Rina. She's just my good friend, not my girlfriend. Rina has someone she likes." Michiko stared blankly into her son's eyes, knowing full well that he was serious. If Junsuke and Rina were just friends, did Junsuke still love her? How could this be? How could this child have such incestuous thoughts? Incestuous? Incestuous! Junsuke only has two months to live. What meaning do ethics and morality have? Since they love each other, she wasn't afraid of going to hell.

"Does Junsuke really love Mommy?"

"Of course, I swear."

"How about Mommy sleeps with you tonight?"

"Really? That's wonderful. I knew Mommy was the best. Junsuke will always love you." Always? That's great. Being with Junsuke, being held in his arms, is such happiness.

Two months? To hell with all that so-called morality and ethics.

Night fell, and the hospital was quiet. Michiko locked the ward door, turned off the light, and, wearing only her underwear, slipped into her son's blanket. She was greeted by his broad arms, his strong chest, and a long kiss.

Junsuke had already stripped naked, pulling his mother close to him and kissing her lips. His large hands slid down her smooth back, slipping under her thin, delicate panties, and caressing her firm, elastic buttocks, kneading them forcefully. Michiko

passionately sucked on her son's tongue, feeling his powerful tongue rubbing and licking freely in her mouth until she was breathless, only then reluctantly releasing it. Michiko's body, untouched by a man for many years, craved her son's touch, and she greedily savored his body, kissing his hair, ears, neck, armpits, chest, abdomen, and thighs meticulously.

At the same time, Junsuke also caressed every inch of his mother's skin, removing the restraints from her breasts and pulling off her panties. His mother's skin was as smooth as water, his fingers yearning to dance on it, to hold her in his palms, kneading and playing with her.

Michiko gently ran her fingers over her son's erect penis, eliciting a soft moan from him. He pulled his mother towards him, ready to enter. Michiko stopped her son's forceful actions, pleading softly, "Jun-suke, not today. Wait until you're feeling better." Jun-suke, however, was unyielding, unable to control himself in the heat of passion. His penis throbbed against his mother's vulva, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until she moaned repeatedly.

"Jun-suke... Mom... will use my mouth... to help you..."

Seeing his mother's insistence, Jun-suke had no choice but to comply.

Michiko rolled off the bed, knelt beside it, and lowered her head to kiss her son's penis. Her lips parted slightly, carefully kissing every inch from top to bottom, even the two mounds.

Michiko's small mouth enveloped the head of his penis, her tongue lightly licking back and forth at the slit. Jun-suke's breathing grew heavier with his mother's licking, it felt incredibly good. How could he only think of his own satisfaction? His mother should be satisfied too.

"Mom, let me help you satisfy yourself too."

Junjie sat up and pulled his mother onto the bed, placing her on top of him, their bodies stacked upside down. Leaning against the bed, Junjie cupped his mother's delicate little feet and began to kiss them, gently and tenderly sucking on each toe, as if savoring the most delicious candy in the world.

Michiko, with her son's penis in her mouth, slowly swallowed and released it, while simultaneously feeling the warm, wet sensation from his toes. She felt so ashamed, so moved; her son didn't seem to mind her toes at all. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

After kissing his mother's feet, Junjie pulled her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head to kiss her anus.

Michiko shuddered, spitting out the piece of penis in her mouth, murmuring in protest, "No...no...it's dirty..." "Every part of Mother's body smells sweet, Mother, please entrust your body to me, your son will be very gentle." Junsuke's tongue swirled around his mother's anus, tracing every fold, each light lick causing his mother to tremble.

Michiko's head bobbed up and down, the piece of penis in her mouth moving in and out. Her son's penis was simply too big; how could her small mouth possibly swallow it? Unfortunately, her son wasn't satisfied with Michiko's service.

"Mommy's little mouth is so warm, it would be even better if it could go a little deeper." After posing a challenge to his mother, Junsuke began to attack her forbidden zone. He gently kissed her lower abdomen, lightly tugging at her sparsely trimmed pubic hair with his teeth, then his tongue circled the two already moist petals, finally using his tongue to slowly sweep back and forth, separating the two petals.

Michiko's body trembled, writhing erratically, trying to press her private parts closer to her son's mouth, to receive his caresses, soft moans escaping her throat.

Shunsuke buried his face in his mother's vulva, sometimes kissing and gently sucking her labia; sometimes rubbing his tongue against the clitoris, feeling it slowly swell and harden; sometimes thrusting his tongue in and out between her labia.

Michiko felt her secret place being caressed by her son's lips and tongue, her mouth not idle either, taking his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth each time—a third, a half, two-thirds—ah, it was already at the back of her throat, followed by gagging and coughing as she spat it out. Shunsuke gently patted his mother's back

, tenderly comforting her: "Mom, don't push yourself too hard, take it slow, your health is important, if you can't take it, just give up, I'm okay." Michiko, however, was strong-willed; she couldn't let her son down. She tried again, slowly swallowing her son's penis into her mouth until she felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She slowly controlled her breathing, gently moving her head up and down until her throat gradually adjusted to the obstruction. Then she continued to move her head downwards, feeling her son's penis fill her throat.

"Mom, you're amazing, I love you so much."

With the entire penis inside his mother's mouth, Junjie felt the double pleasure of his penis being enveloped by his mother's mouth and throat. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, gently twitching his penis. He tried to make his movements slower and more subtle to avoid causing his mother discomfort.

Michiko's body also felt an unprecedented pleasure in her son's mouth. She curled her toes, her calf muscles tensing, feeling as if she were about to suffocate in waves of pleasure.

Michiko's throat completely adjusted to the obstruction of her son's penis, gradually increasing the speed of her head movements, allowing his penis to slide in and out of her throat.

"Mom, I'm going to cum, spit it out!"

The feeling of being enveloped in Michiko's throat was too intense; she had just brought her son to his climax with a few dozen quick strokes. She didn't intend to spit out her son's penis; her son was going to ejaculate in her mouth, and she felt so happy to make him feel good. "It's okay, Mom, just let the thick semen flow into Mom's belly."

Shunsuke's penis trembled continuously in Michiko's mouth, and gushes of thick semen flowed down Michiko's throat and into her body. Only when the trembling subsided did Michiko reluctantly spit out the penis little by little, carefully cleaning the residue off the penis with her lips and tongue, and then swallowing it all.

After reaching his climax, Shunsuke didn't forget his mother, pulling her body even closer to him, his lips and tongue working hard to enter, rotate, and rub against her vulva. His two large hands kneaded his mother's buttocks, strong but not rough.

Junsuke crossed his legs, his toes pressing against his mother's full breasts, his soles kneading the fleshy mounds, his toes pinching the nipples.

"Ah...so beautiful...ah...Junsuke...ah...Mommy's going to die of pleasure...ah, ah..." With her mouth no longer filled with his penis, and now subjected to the multiple thrusts from above and below, Michiko could no longer maintain her ladylike composure. She was experiencing ecstasy, her moans and groans involuntarily escaping her lips. She wished she could die in her son's arms right then and there. With each trembling spasm, each wave of ecstasy, Michiko's body was covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat. She had lost count of how many times she had come; she felt she was almost out of breath, truly about to die of pleasure, and could only beg her son to stop.

"Mom...Mom...I can't...any more...I'll...I'll die...Good son...please spare me." Seeing his mother limp like a puddle of mud, Junjie knew she was truly exhausted, so he stopped his antics, turned her over, and held her in his arms. His mother was finally willing to be his lover; he felt the whole world light up, the dark hospital room transforming into a radiant altar.

"Mom, be my wife."

"Yes, okay."

"Mom, give me a child."

"Yes, okay." "

Really?"

"Really."

"Mom, are you no longer worried about ethics and morality?"

When ethics were mentioned, Michiko paused for a moment, not responding to her son's words. "Shunsuke, let's go on vacation. Mom knew you wanted to go to Hokkaido for hot springs. Let's go tomorrow." The next day, at the hospital entrance, Rina and Dr. Hashimoto saw them off.

Dr. Hashimoto still looked pained. He gave Michiko his final medical advice, "Although Shunsuke doesn't need medication or IV drips, you must keep an eye on any possible seizures. He'll be in a lot of pain during a seizure; he might lose his judgment, become irritable, and in severe cases, feel like he'd rather be dead." "Doctor, will he really feel like he'd rather be dead?"

Hashimoto nodded silently, saying nothing more.

Michiko covered her mouth, trying to hold back her tears. The thought of her son Shunsuke possibly experiencing something worse than death made her want to pray to God that she could suffer in his place, even if it meant a hundred times more pain.

Rina and Shunsuke whispered to each other on the other side.

"Does your Hashimoto-kun really smile?"

"Of course, but Hashimoto-kun doesn't smile at just anyone. He's a very cute man; he often gives me little cakes decorated with fruit. He's also very romantic; the love hotels he chooses are always very charming." But he is, after all, a married man. Seeing the happy look on Rina's face as she spoke, Shunsuke didn't say anything.

How much better was he than her?

"Please thank Hashimoto-kun for me, and thank you Rina too. If it weren't for you helping me act out this sickly act, Michiko would probably be someone else's wife by now." "Don't be too happy yet. Your work isn't over yet. You can't keep lying forever. How to convince and comfort Michiko from now on is up to you." "Don't worry, Mom and I will definitely be happy! Rina, be happy too!" The car started moving, and Shunsuke saw Rina waving at him from Hashimoto's arms. Hashimoto looked down at Rina, a smile on his face. Was he handsome? Shunsuke didn't think so, but they really were happy now!

Mom, we should be happy too!

8.

Hokkaido in winter is a silvery-white world, with beautiful, sunny weather. During the trip, Michiko's mood seemed to improve; she would often pull Shunsuke aside to chat, and sometimes she would lean into her son's arms, letting him hold her.

Shunsuke was becoming increasingly confident in persuading his mother.

The two chose a hot spring inn on the outskirts of Noboribetsu. The inn was very quiet, run by only a very kind old woman. The inn was divided into several separate courtyards, and they stayed in a small courtyard alone. Shunsuke loved it there. Seeing an outdoor hot spring pool in the bamboo courtyard, he couldn't resist any longer and quickly stripped naked and jumped into the water.

"Mom, come down too! The water feels so good."

"Jun-suke, you stay here and be good, okay? Mom's going to buy some daily necessities; we'll be staying here for a while." Michiko took a taxi back to the city center, made a phone call outside a convenience store, and waited less than twenty minutes before a black sedan pulled up in front of her. There was only one person in the car, a thin man in a black trench coat. The man beckoned Michiko to get in.

Michiko got into the passenger seat, took a check with the amount written on it from her wallet, and handed it to the man.

The man carefully checked the amount, satisfied, and stuffed it into his trench coat pocket. He then leisurely pulled a small cardboard box from the back seat and pulled out a small amber glass bottle.

"This is the anesthetic you requested. It's for oral use, powdered, odorless and tasteless. This small bottle is enough to incapacitate two elephants. Please use with caution; an overdose can be life-threatening." Michiko put away the bottle, thanked him, and got out of the car, entering the convenience store.

Michiko lingered in the city for a while, buying enough food for the two of them for several days, as well as two bottles of red wine. She then went to a kimono shop and bought two kimonos in her and Junsuke's sizes before returning to the hot spring inn.

That night, in the courtyard's hot spring pool, Junsuke held Michiko close, playing with her nipples. He couldn't help but sigh, wishing they could stay like this forever.

"Mom."

"What?"

"Mom." "

What are you doing, Junsuke?"

"Mom."

"Do you want it?"

"No, I just want to hear your voice. Mom's lustful, always thinking about doing 'that' with her son." "You're so naughty, always teasing Mom." "Mom, let's drink some red wine."

"No, drinking makes you sober, you know Mom can't hold her liquor. Mom wants to make love with Junsuke while she's sober." "Okay, we won't drink... just make love."

Mother and son kissed for a long time by the pool, again and again, until Michiko was panting like a bellows, and then they stopped.

"Jun-suke, Mommy wants you."

The mother and son were already burning with desire, needing no further caresses.

Michiko held her son tightly, her fingers squeezing his back muscles, feeling his penis slowly enter her, penetrating, filling, withdrawing, penetrating again, repeatedly.

"It's alright, Jun-suke, come all the way in."

The passionate Michiko was frenzied, completely unlike the gentle mother Jun-suke remembered. Jun-suke, however, was tender towards his mother, afraid of hurting her, and only slowly increased the speed of his movements, each thrust deeper than the last.

"Ah... Mommy is filled by Jun-suke... Ah... Womb... That's Mommy's womb... Deeper... Jun-suke... Deeper... Jun-suke is finally home." With each cry from his mother, Jun-suke penetrated deeper and deeper. His mother's body was warmer than a hot spring, the tip of his penis repeatedly breaking through another layer of her vaginal opening, an even tighter, more enveloping sensation. Jun-suke pressed his large hands against his mother's buttocks, drawing her body closer to him, and he thrust his hips, slowly meeting her thrust.

"Ah..."

With a groan of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain from his mother, Junsuke's penis entered a new world—his mother's womb, the place that had once nurtured him.

Michiko gripped her son's back tightly with both hands, resting her head against his chest, biting down on his pectoral muscle.

Junsuke shuddered in pain, but didn't stop his mother; he simply increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis moving in and out of her body, sometimes rapid like hammering, sometimes slow like embroidery.

"Junsuke... Mommy's lost it again... I'm so happy I could die..." "Mommy, I'm almost there too, should I pull out?" "No... no... stay inside Mommy's body... I want you... Junsuke..." The hot spring in the courtyard was misty, the water rippling, and the two people in the water simultaneously let out a long groan, then everything returned to calm. Noboribetsu

was quiet at night, the only sounds being the soft rustling of bamboo in the breeze, mixed with the gurgling of the hot spring water flowing into the pool.

Michiko nestled in her son's arms, tracing circles on his chest with her finger, gently rubbing the faint red mark from where she had just bitten him.

"Does it hurt, Junsuke?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. Holding Mommy makes it not hurt."

"Mommy, were you in pain just now?"

"No, how could my son feel pain inside me?"

Michiko had informed the guesthouse owner beforehand that she didn't want to be disturbed unless necessary. Mother and son huddled naked in the room, making love repeatedly when they woke up; when tired, they rested in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined and connected; when cold, they wrapped themselves together in the blankets; when hungry, they fed each other the instant food Michiko had bought; and when the mood struck, they would hold hands and go to the hot spring in the courtyard.

Their days were like those of a young newlywed couple—no, a sexually charged newlywed couple. After three days, Michiko became increasingly gentle and alluring. Her sexual desire seemed even stronger than her son, Shunsuke's, wanting to be pressed against him every moment, wishing that every breath she took was connected to his.

Wasn't this the life he had always dreamed of, spending every day with his mother? Shunsuke felt as if he were living in paradise, too beautiful, he even wondered if he was dreaming. He kept putting off confessing to his mother; he didn't want to ruin the beauty of the moment. He'd talk about it tomorrow, or perhaps not even having to.

Now, the mother had fully unleashed her love for her son. He firmly believed that neither ethics nor morality, nor even the most devastating inferno, could separate them.

What difference would a day make?

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Junsuke woke from his sleep, groggily reaching out to hug his mother, only to find nothing. He hurriedly sat up and saw Michiko kneeling not far away, putting on a kimono. The pale yellow kimono was adorned with cherry blossom patterns. She carefully tied the last sash, then turned to give Junsuke a radiant smile.

"Mom bought a kimono, let's put one on Junsuke too."

Michiko pulled her reluctant son to his feet, first carefully wiping every inch of his skin with a towel, then solemnly helping him put on the kimono. The indigo kimono had simple cloud patterns. Junsuke looked even more handsome in the kimono, exuding a mature masculine charm.

"Junsuke's a man now,"

Michiko uttered a cryptic exclamation, leading her son by the hand to the veranda.

It was snowing. Sparse snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing around the two of them. Michiko reached out and caught a snowflake. The hexagonal, transparent flower lingered in her palm for a moment before disappearing, leaving only a drop of water that slipped through her fingers and vanished without a trace.

"I really want to drink, Junsuke, drink with Mommy,"

Michiko pleaded, nestled in her son's arms. Then, without waiting for Junsuke's reply, she took his hand and led him back to their room, closing the door behind them.

Two bottles of red wine slowly flowed into their mouths, then were passed back and forth in their deep kisses, finally flowing down their throats and into their stomachs.

They drank and made love at the same time. After being naked for so many days, making love in kimonos seemed to have a different kind of charm. Michiko was completely absorbed in the act, riding on her son's back with abandon. Junsuke held his mother's waist, thrusting his body to meet her every thrust.

Time and again, the two were inseparable. Junsuke ejaculated his thick semen into his mother's womb repeatedly. Michiko had lost count of how many times she had come, yet she still refused to stop. When she was tired, she would press her entire body against her son's chest, and with a little strength, she would begin to twist her body again, making their connection even tighter with each thrust.

After an unknown amount of time, the two had finished two bottles of red wine. Junsuke lay on his back on the floor, Michiko nestled in his arms, their bodies still tightly connected. Junsuke's penis remained inside his mother's womb, tightly enveloped by the vaginal walls.

"Junsuke... Mom... I'm so happy..."

Junsuke listened to his mother's blissful confession, his body filled with a warm current of happiness. Perhaps it was time to tell his mother everything. He knew she wouldn't blame him; she would surely agree to live happily with him.

"The guesthouse is so nice, Mom! Let's build one like this someday." "Hmm..." "Mom will design it. That's what Mom does, isn't it? Designing a house for ourselves is Mom's dream, isn't it?" "Hmm..."

"Our house should have a big yard, a swing set, and a small slide, so we can play with the kids in the yard." "Hmm..."

"We'd also love a hot spring in the yard. Maybe we can move to Hokkaido." "Mom works so hard. Let Junsuke take care of supporting the family from now on." "Mom likes puppies, right? Let's get one too. We can build it a little house, so Mom won't have to worry about it. I'll feed it." "Mom... Mom's kimono... is so beautiful... We... will... have... a daughter... who will look like..." Junsuke suddenly realized he had lost control of his body. His voice grew softer and softer, more distant. Opening his lips became difficult, and blinking was a struggle.

So quiet! Junsuke gazed at Michiko in his arms. Was Mom asleep? She still has a smile on her face! Mom looks so beautiful when she's happy!

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