"Mom?"
Kyouko snapped from her thoughts. "Y-yes?"
"We're here. The gate, Mom."
"Ah… okay." Kyouko chuckled softly, fishing the gate remote from her handbag.
Haruki shook his head, drove the car into the driveway, and parked. Once the car was inside, Kyouko pressed the button, and the gate slowly closed behind them.
Haruki headed out while Kyouko smiled from the passenger seat.
He is such a gentleman, but I wonder why he hasn't had any girlfriend yet.
Haruki noticed her still waiting inside.
Really? She's so demanding today.
Haruki shook his head and smiled. He slowly headed to the passenger door, opened it, and extended his hand.
"Mom, we're already home. You still want me to open the door for you? What are you, my girlfriend?" he teased softly.
Kyouko took his hand and used the other to lightly slap his arm.
"You still have a lot to learn about talking to women, Haruki."
"Yeah, yeah…" Haruki shook his head. "I'll get the bags, Mom. Could you open the door, please?"
Once Haruki unloaded the bags and put them in the kitchen, he looked at Kyouko who was moving to put away the things they'd bought. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder as she leaned forward, the fabric of her blouse stretching taut across her full breasts, the curve of her plump ass clearly visible through the flowing skirt. The position emphasized her narrow waist and the generous swell of her hips.
"Haruki... what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it special for you." Kyouko said with a smile while leaning upward toward the cabinet.
Haruki felt his cock hardening again as he watched her. The way her breasts bounced slightly with each motion, the smooth skin of her neck exposed as she tilted her head.
Haruki swallowed hard. Seeing her movement, her body, was pure temptation for him. He watched as she tried to reach the cabinet, exhaling in frustration as she stretched on her tiptoes.
"Need help, Mom?" Haruki said while closing the distance, his body almost touching her back.
"Really? Thanks." Kyouko turned slightly, her body brushing against his as she reached into the bag. She passed him a jar of spices, her fingers lingering against his as she handed it over. The movement brought her breasts against his chest for a brief moment, the soft warmth pressing through their clothes.
Haruki took the jar, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it on the high shelf. When he glanced down, Kyouko was reaching for another item, her body leaning forward again. Her butt pressed back against his crotch as she stretched, completely unaware of the contact or the hard length now pressing against her through his jeans.
Haruki moved his crotch slightly, trying to ensure Kyouko didn't notice his erection.
If she notices, she might think I'm weird for being aroused by my own mother.
But... she's so perfect. She's exactly the type of woman I want to be with.
Haruki kept helping her put everything needed in the cabinet.
"Thank you, Haruki. I'll handle the rest." Kyouko said while tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling.
Haruki smiled back. "Okay, Mom. But why don't you put those things in the lower cabinet?"
"Mm? Those spices and special ingredients are rarely used, only for certain dishes. So everything I often use for cooking will be put where it's easy for me to reach~" Kyouko tilted her head and smiled. "You still haven't told me what you want me to cook for you."
"You serious, Mom? You still don't know your own son's favorite food."
"You never had any favorite food. You just eat whatever I cook for you~"
"Yeah yeah... just cook me some meat." Haruki turned and walked away. "I'll be in my room upstairs."
"Okay... I'll call you when lunch is ready~"
Kyouko watched Haruki walk away from the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she observed him.
Haruki was naturally handsome, not just tall, but with a lean, athletic build. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his back muscles visible through his t-shirt as he moved. Long legs, strong arms, and that confident stride that made heads turn wherever he went.
There no way no girl attract to him.
Kyouko exhale softly. worry etching her face.
She remembered back in the supermarket.
How Haruki had gone stiff around those girls. How his posture had tightened, his smile becoming forced and polite rather than genuine. The way he'd spoken to them, distant and guarded.
Is he shy around girls? Or is it because he doesn't have experience that makes him act like that?
Kyouko leaned her cheek on her palm, elbow resting on the counter.
He's twenty now... and he's never even been on a date. Not even once.
What if he never learns how to be with someone? What if he ends up alone?
I want him to experience love. To have someone who makes him happy. To know what it feels like to be cherished by a partner.
But how can he find that if he freezes up every time a girl tries to talk to him?
I don't want him to be lonely. I don't want him to miss out on all the beautiful things a relationship can bring.
Maybe I should discuss this with Satoshi.
Asking for his opinion on this. Maybe there's a way to help our son...
Kyouko's fingers traced the edge of the counter, her mind racing with possibilities.
I'm sure we can do something for him.
Kyouko sighed, pushing away from the counter and reaching for the meat they'd bought.
Kyouko continued preparing the food for her and Haruki, her movements practiced and graceful as she seasoned the meat, chopped vegetables, and started the rice cooker.
The kitchen filled with the comforting sounds of cooking, the sizzle of oil in the pan, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the gentle hum of appliances.
I'll talk to Satoshi tonight. He's Haruki's father. He should care about this too.
Satoshi will know what to do. He's a man, so he understands how men think, how they approach relationships. Maybe he can give Haruki some advice, some guidance.
Because I want Haruki to be happy.
Kyouko smiled softly to herself, her hands moving with loving precision as she continued cooking, the warm aroma of seasoned meat filling the air.
( End Of Chapter )