"Heheheh...."
Bang!
"Ahh!?!" the obaasan (old lady) behind the counter screamed, surprised by the bunnysuit slamming on the counter. Her phone jumping from her grasp due. '... Pervert.' I couldn't help thinking that after catching a glimpse of the scantily clad young man on her screen. After catching settling down, she turned to the source of the noise. She looked at the black leotard, then at me, back at the depraved item, then finally stopping at me.
"Please pack this up for me." I say to the wide-eyed old lady, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Oya... Would you look at that..." she muttered, a smirk forming on her lips. A growing excitement in her eyes as she looks me up and down, eyeing me like an old pervert. Which she is.
If she was younger, maybe I would have liked it, but she is definitely in her 70s at least. The thought of a wrinkly old lady looking at me sexually sends an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.
"Do you accept Suica cards here?" I ask, digging into my satchel for my wallet. "Hahah... I'll accept anything you give me, bouya-kun~" the obaasan replied, reaching for the card reader without breaking eye contact. "We have bunny ears and tights, too. Want me to get those for ya?" she offered, a perverted grin on her face.
If I had to guess, she's probably imagining me wearing the bunnysuit, just like the guy on her phone.
"Yes. Please include those in the purchase." I reply, masking my discomfort with a polite facade. Once the purchase is done, I'm turning tail and speed walking in the other direction.
Hearing my reply, the perverted obaasan reached under the counter. After a couple moments, she brought out a black bunny ears headband and 3 clear plastic bags each containing a pair of tights.
What followed after is the most uncomfortable cashier event I've ever experienced. As the old lady was placing the items inside an unmarked gift bag, she kept staring at me with that creepy grin on her face. And I realized then that even if she was a couple decades younger, I'd still find it uncomfortable.
"Here's your card~ Please, feel free to come again anytime~" she says. I practically snatch my card and the gift bag from her. And without wasting another second, I turned around and began walking away.
"Bouya-kun! We also have a cow boy cosplay if you're interested!" the lecherous old lady called out, undisguised amusement in her voice. However, I didn't entertain the offer for even a second and just kept walking away.
'I'm never buying adult products in person ever again! I'll only buy them online from now on!' I swore to myself, my legs carrying me further and further away. I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with any other patron who might've overheard what the old woman said.
Bump!
"Agh!" I gasped, colliding against something. I took a step back and successfully regained balance without falling. And as I did, my nose picked up a familiar wine scent.
I finally look forward, meeting my mother's intense gaze. Her expression is complicated in a way I can't describe, or rather one I don't want to dig into.
'I'm at least 2 steps away, but I can still smell her perfume...' usually I'd have to be very close to smell mom's wine scent, but now, it's as if it has gotten stronger.
"Mama... I, um..." I trailed off, my gaze falling to the side, unable to look my mother in the eyes after she saw me make off with a bunnysuit in my grasp.
And for several uncomfortable moments, mom didn't utter a single word, simply staring at me with great intensity.
"Let's... go get some groceries now..." I mutter, my voice refusing to go higher.
"... Alright..." mom replied, her tone tells me she has a lot to say, but she chose to keep them to herself.
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Ever since we left the thrift store, the air between me and my mother has been tense. Neither of us said anything to the other. Any time we met eyes, I quickly turned away, my cheeks grew warm with embarrassment every time.
This continued past our grocery trip and when we ate our onigiris together. And now, we've come back home. Each of us holding one or two grocery bags.
I plopped them down to the side so I can quickly change into my slippers. "??" my eyes widened slightly, mom finished quicker than me and proceeded to walk past. "I'll be in my room..." she mutters, barely above a whisper. She placed the grocery bags on the counter on the way to her room where she soon disappears into.
".., I messed up..." my palms find my face, the admission of my own mishap washing over me. "Why did I have to buy a bunnysuit right in front of mama..? Stupid... Stupid..." I berate myself, hoping this will take away some of the pain I inflicted on myself.
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(Hana POV)
I step inside, locking the door behind me. The click of the lock gave me a sense of security that I desperately need. When I was designing the building, I made sure every room in each unit has near-perfect soundproofing. Even if one screams at the top of their lungs, it'll leak out as faint whispers at best.
With my privacy secured, I can finally begin. Without wasting another breath, I practically rip my coat open, letting it pool on the floor. My hands travel down to the hem of my sweater, pulling it overhead with such haste that I heard it rip. But I don't care. Next are my slacks. I chose them so I look mature to Andy, but after seeing him with that... I stopped caring how I looked.
Pulling my pants down, I step out of them and let go. Letting them join my coat and sweater on the floor. And now, standing inside my room, I am wearing nothing but my underwear. The cool air of the AC kissing my bare skin.
Yet, I didn't feel cold. The growing heat inside me wouldn't let that happen. The spark that caused this is none other than my own son, Andy. The moment I saw that bunnysuit in his hands, nearly all of my self-restraint crumbled like paper.
My mind flooded itself with wonderful fantasies. Imagining Andy wearing that, acting bashful despite the leotard clinging to his form. The little bowtie decorating his pretty little neck. And if he wore tights, they would hug his legs so deliciously. Like a feast begging to be devoured.
Can he have underwear with that on? Or will he have to to wear only that? I hope it's the former, so I can see his cock bulging against the sleek black leotard. Begging to be freed by my hand.
"Fuck..." I breathed, just now realizing I've made it to my bed. My underwear thrown to the side as I work my fingers, rubbing my most special place.
"Andy... Andy..." my son's name echoed from my lips, like a wish I can't wait to come true. "You make it so hard... So difficult for me to hold back..."
How he looks in that cute apron of his as he cooks our every meal. How he openly expresses his affection. How he kisses my cheek before bed every night. And the way he acts all bashful when he's on the receiving end.
I thought I would never masturbate ever again after giving birth, but the day I saw my beloved child stroking his length, is the day that all changed. Now, whenever I pleasure myself, all I think about is him. And it only got worse when I discovered we're compatible to reproduce, to mate.
"Haa... When will the results come..? It's been a month since Touka sent the samples..!" I groaned, but I don't actually need a piece of paper to be certain. I know what I feel. I only need the results so I can convince Andy without fail.
"Andy... I know you feel it too. How you react to my advances... you don't push me away. You just blush and take it..." memories of every embrace, every kiss that I gave to Andy replayed in my mind.
And I pictured that same bashful expression on Andy wearing a bunnysuit. I'd push him down on the bed, my bed. I'd crash our lips together, invade his mouth with my tongue.
After that, I'd tear his tights open, and then push the leotard aside to free his aching length. I would give it a kiss, a lovely greeting.
I'd take him into my mouth, so I can taste him. Running my tongue on the underside of his penis. And finally, the moment I've been dreaming of, I'd lower my hips, taking him into my folds, connecting us, mother and son, in the most intimate way possible. Squeezing his penis inside me, letting him feel where he came from. And at the same time, I'd enjoy the man I've been nurturing since he was young.
"Ohhh!!" a shameful groan tears through my throat as I come undone, squirting all over my blanket.
"Haa... Haah..." my chest heaves and falls as my body begins to cool down. The haze in my mind now starting to clear.
And I lay there, staring at my ceiling. The heat inside me dying down. "... I can't wait for the test results to come. For the day we become lovers, my dear child..."
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(Andy POV)
Several hours later.
"And... that should be good enough." I mutter to myself. Taking a step back, I admire my work. Since tonight's dinner is special, I prepared a week in advance, expending more effort than I normally do.
Normally where a plate would be, I've placed a bowl rice and a ramekin with potato gratin on both sides. To the left is a small, green tea candle. To the right are chopsticks neatly tucked into a table napkin folded pouch style. Further to the right are two glasses, one for water and one for champagne. Above, past my glasses, to the side is the round strawberry shortcake and a bowl of cabbage & cherry tomato salad (with a moderate spread of dressing). On the other end, on the left side is a small, lit-up Christmas tree. Next to the tree is a bottle of champagne. And finally, for the center piece, it is none other than the most Japanese Christmas item of all; a bucket of KFC.
"Pfft... The KFC bucket looks so out place for a fancy layout like this, but it's Japanese culture, so I can't not get KFC for Christmas." a scoff escapes me while I admire the semi-fancy setup.
"When mom gets here, I'll turn off the overhead light then light up the candles and the tr- EE?!" a high-pitched noise echoed from my lips after I felt a pair of hands slide across my sides, interlocking above my stomach. At the same time, a familiar sensation pressed on my back.
"Mama?!" I call out, looking over my shoulder. In doing so, I lock eyes with the most reliable adult in my life, my mother, Hana Tsukishiro. "Fufu... You really surprised me with this one, Andy." mom gazed over at the table, scanning the arrangement with a proud smile on her lips. "Sharing a bottle of champagne on Christmas night... How wonderful~"
Seeing my mother satisfied with my work, I couldn't help but smile myself. A sense of accomplishment fluttering in my chest.
A moment later, I pry myself out of my mother's hold and hop on over to her chair. I carefully, and quietly pull out the seat. "Sit down, mama." I say with pride in my chest. Watching this, a small laugh escaped my mother. "Alright. Since my dear son has offered, it's only right I oblige." she says, walking over. As she sat down, I pushed the chair inside.
Once that was done, I walked on over to the light switch. With a flick, the overhead light turned off. Walking back, I take out a matchbox from my pocket. Pulling out a match, I ran it through the side of the box, igniting it. Using the small fire, I lit up the tea candle on mother's left before moving over to mine.
With the overhead light dimmed, the dark space is lit up by only a pair of tea candles and a small Christmas tree, completing the casual candlelit dinner setup.
"Mm... How... nice. Very nice." mom comments, the small lights reflecting off her eyes.
Finally, I take my seat across from her. 'Looking at mom like this, it's like we're on a date in a fancy restaurant.'
"Merry Christmas, mama." I say with a heartfelt smile, gazing into my mother's eyes.
Her lips curl into that gentle smile I've come to love. "Merry Christmas, Andy." she says, her voice full of affection.
After saying our thanks, we dug into the spread before us. Mother and son enjoying a wholesome candlelit dinner at home. The awkward tension from earlier has completely vanished. We've returned to being a regular, loving parent and child.
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