Rent-A-Boyfriend in A Reverse World

Since my legs are practically noodles right now, I'm essentially bound to the bed. I could crawl, but I'm not that desperate to go anywhere.

So I've chosen to think about what I, or rather, what me and mom will do today.

"I wanna go to the shrine to do a New Year prayer, but since I can't walk, how will I..?" I wondered how I could make the trip to the local shrine with my current state. And a couple ideas popped into mind... 

"A prince carry would be ridiculous..." Imagining mom carrying me like that in public would be so embarrassing that I'd melt into a puddle. "A piggyback carry wouldn't be too bad, but I don't want to inconvenience mama that much..." I thought. With those two undesirable options, I keep racking my head for a different answer.

Clack

But before I could think of one, the door swung open and mom walked into the room. "I'm back, Andy." she said with a smile. "Welcome back, mama." I reply with a smile of my own. 

Mom walks over to me. And when she got close, she crouched slightly and slid one hand under my thighs while the other around my back. "Hmph- Ah." a noise escaped her as she lifted me up. "Eh??" I blurt out. I instinctively wrap my arms around her neck as my body gets hoisted up. 

"The bath is ready, so let's go in together, Andy." mom says. Cradling me in her arms with the blanket wrapped around me.  "Wait- Together?!?" I say out loud. My cheeks flushing red.

Mom looks at me with a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Is there something wrong? Mama has already seen everything last night, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about." she says. I part my lips to argue, but soon shut my mouth. She's right. Compared to sex, bathing together isn't a tall order. Yet, I still can't help but be embarrassed.

Mom took my silence as agreement and entered the tiled room. Carefully, she set me down on the stool. "Mama will wash you, so stay still, okay?" she says. Having accepted my situation, I reply with a small nod.

With my consent, mom begins washing me. Grabbing the shower head, she rained down water all over my figure. Making sure every part of me was wet. "Ah- Mama, what are you doing?!" I gasp out in shock. Mom had suddenly grabbed my length. Giving it gentle squeezes and strokes. "I'm just making sure this part is clean." she says with a hint of mischief in her voice. Her gaze is intently on me. Observing my reactions.

With the close proximity and stimuli, my dick got longer and harder by the second. Holding my cock for far longer than necessary. "Hmph- Mama, stop it..." and at my plea, she really did stop. "Ah." Mom's eyes widened in realization. Her hand letting go of my dick. "I'm sorry, Andy... I forgot we aren't supposed to do it while you're recovering..." she said. A look of shame growing on her face as she realized she had lost control just now.

And despite telling her to stop, I didn't truly mean it. So when she really let go, I was a little disappointed. "... It's okay, mama..."

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After taking a bath together, mom brought me to my room and dressed me in a clean shirt and pajamas. She then carried me to the table so we could have breakfast. "When are we going to the shrine, mama?" I ask. Using my chopsticks, I take half an egg roll and put it in my mouth. Followed by some rice. 

At my question, mom froze. She then stared at me for a couple seconds. "Oh, right. I forgot that was a thing..." she said. "Huh? Mama, how can you forget we're supposed to visit a shrine at New Years?" I reply. Wondering how she could forget such a tradition.

Mom's jaw tensed slightly before relaxing again the moment after. "Well, when you were in your... not so lovely phase, you stopped wanting to go to the shrine with me. Choosing to stay in your room instead. And I didn't want to leave you alone at home, so I stopped going as well." she explained. Remembering the bitter memories brought on by the old Andy.

My own jaw tensed as I recalled those memories from Andy's perspective.

"Go away! I don't want to go anywhere with you!"

"... I'm sorry for what I said in the past, mama..."  I bow my head to her. Sincerely apologizing for the actions done by the old me.

"! There's no need to apologize, Andy!"  Mom said. She hurriedly stood up, pushing back her chair. Her hands dart out, cupping my cheeks before raising my head. "You're different now, Andy. You're much more lovely now, and that's all that matters to me." she said.

"....."  I stare for a couple seconds. Emotion welling up inside me. I swallow my spit, and part my lips."... Mama, what are we?" The question finally came out. "Huh? What do you mean? We're mother and son, Andy."  Mom said. And I can't discern whether she's feigning ignorance or genuinely unaware. 

"Are we... really just mother and son still?"  I ask. The question has been subtly gnawing at me since this morning, and now I've brought it to light. I've already acknowledged how I feel about mom, but what does she think?

"....."  Mom didn't answer immediately. She retrieved her hands from my cheeks, and went around the table over to me. She knelt at my side, and placed her hand on top of mine. "Andy... We're mother and son, yes, but we can also be lovers. But if at any point you don't want to be that anymore, we can go back to how we were before."  she says.

And what stood out to me is what she said at the end. "... We can't go back to how we were before, mama. Not after last night."  I say, staring into my mother's eyes. "I'm content with what we are now...  So you don't have to worry. You can be honest with me."  And I mean every word I said. Though it may be wrong to many, I'm happy with this development. 

Looking back at it now, it sort of seemed like we were holding back before. And that document simply set us free. Free to do what we really wanted.

At my response, mom's eyes widened. "Andy..."  she muttered my name softly. For a few seconds we simply stared into each other's eyes. The first to make a move was me; I lean in and close my eyes. Mom followed suit and did the same. 

Our faces inching closer until finally our lips touched. It's a gentle, affectionate kiss. Different from the wild, passionate kisses from last night. This one makes my heart flutter in my chest.

Just as I was the first to initiate, I was the one to break the kiss. I slowly open my eyes and stare at hers. Both of us gazing lovingly at the other. 

And just as the mood started to grow between us, the doorbell rang. The noise echoing throughout the apartment.

"... I'll get that. You keep eating, Andy."  Mom said. I nod in response. "Okay."  With that, mom rose to her feet and went to the door. Leaving me alone with my thoughts again.

"...."  I raise my hand and touch my lower lip. "Do kisses normally feel that good..?"

Meanwhile outside the door, Isami stands there with tensed shoulders. The morning air flowing down her neck. She had mustered up the courage to ask Andy out to the shrine. So despite usually waking up late, she woke up at a "functioning-human hour" and did her preparations.

Eat, bathe, and dress up nicely like she did on their rental date. Though, some would definitely argue a simple jacket-shirt-jean combo isn't really "nice," but she'd rather not wear a blouse and skirt when it's this cold out.

'Good morning, Andy. If you haven't visited a shrine yet for New Years, could we go together? Yeah, just like that. I just need to ask Andy out like that and hope he accepts.'  Isami thought to herself. Replaying her line over and over in her head. Each repeat building the confidence she desperately needs.

Before long, the door finally opened. "Good morning, An- dy...." The words die in Isami's mouth as she tilted her head higher than she had anticipated. Because the one who came out wasn't Andy, but Hana. "L-L-Landlady-sama?!"  Isami yelled outloud. Her petite body shaking before the bigger woman in front of her.

"? Good morning, Isozaki-san."  Hana lifted a brow. "G-Good morning, ma'am..."  Isami forced a response out. Her gaze slowly trailing off, avoiding Hana's.

"... Were you planning to ask my son out somewhere?"  Hana asked, recalling how Isami had said Andy's name before she even came out.

"What?! No- I, uh..."  Isami's gaze trailed off again. Refusing to meet Hana's. Her fear of Hana hasn't disappeared at all, It just goes dormant when she's not around.

Before she knew it, her right foot was already pointed at the direction of her door. Ready to flee. Just like she had done numerous times before.

"....."  Isami noticed this and started to reflect. Will she keep running like before? Will she keep getting scared of every tall woman she meets? Or will she change like she had hoped to do when she moved here.

"... Actually, I was..."  Isami says, slowly turning her head to face Hana, the object of her fear. Meanwhile, Hana is patiently waiting for Isami to finish. "I wanted to ask Andy out to the local shrine..!"  she says, finally letting the words out.

"... I see..."  Hana muttered. She brought her hand to her chin and looked Isami up and down. Scanning her appearance, and also her character. 

"Do you have experience pushing a wheelchair?"

"Eh? A wheelchair?" 

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