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Hana Tsukishiro:1
For the past 3 days after my date with Karina, I've been spending time with mama. We've been watching movies, going on walks, dates, and other wholesome mother-son activities.
"Dinner was wonderful, Andy." Mama spoke out from our table. A satisfied smile stretched across her lips. Her eyes tracing my back as I wash the dishes. "It was my first time making curry, so I'm glad you liked it, mama." I replied, savoring the compliment I just received.
I'm enjoying spending time with my mother. No complaints at all.
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Well, if there was one thing I'd like to complain about a little, it's the way mom looks at me.
'I might just be imagining it, but it feels like mom has been looking at me funny. I've never experienced this before, so I can't describe it. But it feels... charged? Am I using the right word?' I ponder, trying to make sense of a sensation I'm clueless of.
The only certainty I have in this moment are the dishes I'm washing.
'Maybe that's just how she always looked at me and I just now noticed.' I reason to myself, wanting to end this mental warfare with myself.
I rack the last plate, the clack sound it gave served as the final chord to end this pointless worry of mine.
'Yeah. There's no need to think about it any further. Mama will always be my mama. She loves me, and I love her. We're a happy family.' I wipe my hands dry at a nearby towel. The soft, fluffy item dutifully soaked up the moisture in my hands.
Once my hands are dry, I turn around and return to my mother's side. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going to my room now, mama." I say, yet I'm already leaning in to kiss mama on the cheek; our nightly ritual that I started from the day I got discharged.
"??" But instead of the soft cheek I was expecting, I felt a solid finger on my lips. "Mama?" I asked, not expecting a rejection like this.
Mom lightly shook her head. "There's one more thing we have to do, Andy. You can kiss mama goodnight later, okay?" her tone gentle as always, but there's something subtly different. Excitement, perhaps?
Without any explanation, mom rose from her seat and guided me to sit down on mine. "Mama will get something real quick. Wait here." she says before turning around and heading to her room.
As the filial son I am, or at least aspire to be, I obediently wait here for mom's return.
And it didn't take long for her to come back. In her hands is a clear ziplock bag containing what appears to be two small, pill-shaped items. "Mama, what are those?" I ask, curious what she brought out.
Mom sat down across from me and placed the bag on the table between us. "They're for taking blood samples, Andy. Mama wants to get your blood tested for a... health exam." Mom's eyes faltered at the end, for some reason. "A blood test? Why not a physical check-up?" I retort, unsure of my mother's choice regarding my health.
Mom audibly gasped, but it doesn't sound genuine. "Andy, do you not trust mama?? Is mama not doing enough for you?! Mama only wants the best for you!" she replied, her teary eyes locked into mine.
The sight made me drop my resolve. "No- I-"
"Then it's okay, right?" her expression shifted in less than a second, her lips curled into a wide smile. "... Alright. I don't have any reason to doubt you mama." I sigh, choosing not to question my mother's intentions. 'Mama loves me a lot and she has my wellbeing in mind always. There's no need to waste my time questioning her decisions.'
"Great!" With my consent, she reached for the ziplock bag and opened it. She then took out the two blood-collecting devices. "Why are there two, mama? Do I need to fill up both?"
Mom shakes her head. "No, silly. The other is for mama. I'm going to collect my own blood to get tested. I was worried you'd be scared of the needle, so I figured we'd do it together." she replied, placing down the device in front of me while she holds the other.
A small smile tugs at my lips, as I simmer in the fact that my mother is so considerate of me. "Alright. But next time, mama, you don't need to do this. I'm an adult now. I'm not afraid of a little pain."
Mom's eyes widened for a moment. Her expression shifting to one I've never seen before. "Yes... Andy is an adult now..." she whispered under her breath. Mom's lavender eyes narrowing to slits as her lips stretched into a thin, dangerous smile.
The sight sent a shiver down my spine, yet I don't have the faintest clue as to why. "Um, yeah..." my eyes shift downward, landing on the device that will soon collect my blood. "Uh, mama? Shouldn't we get some cotton and bandages?" I ask, hoping to progress past this strange mood that's building up between us.
Mom's expression returned to her usual gentleness, something I'm comfortably familiar with. "My son is so smart, but mama already got it covered." she digged into her pocket and took out a small bag of cotton and two bandages, placing them in the middle.
With all the preparations done, it's time to start the collection. "Alright. So do I just remove this cap and press it to my thumb, mama?" I ask, waiting for guidance.
"Almost. You have to push the button on the other end for the needle to come out." Mom explained in a clear, professional tone. She then removed the cap on hers and pressed the hole where the needle will come out to her left thumb. Her other thumb hovering over the button on the other end.
I nod to express that I understood. "Got it." I then mimic what mom just did. The needle hole now pressed against my thumb.
"Alright, Andy. On the count of 3. 1... 2... 3!" Mom yelled. As soon as I heard 3, I pushed the button.
I winced slightly as I felt a tiny prick from the needle puncturing my skin. Followed by the gross feeling of having my blood sucked through an incredibly small tube.
"Nng... When can I release it, mama?" I ask, trying to distract myself from the uncomfortable sensation.
Mom's eyes meet mine, completely unfazed that her blood is being actively extracted. "You're doing such a good job, Andy." she says with a smile, intending to reassure me. "It'll retract on its own. Which should be about... Now." As if on cue, I heard a click from the collector.
I separate the device from my thumb and inspect it, noticing the thin vertical line. It has a deep crimson color, which has to be my blood.
As I was admiring this small item containing my fluid, I suddenly feel something soft pressed on my fingers. I turn and see mom leaning over, pressing cotton on my thumb where the needle punctured.
"Mama, I can do it myself. Please, take care of your own wound first." I reach for the cotton, intending to take my mom's place.
However, she gently pushed my hand away with her free one. "It's okay, Andy. Let mama do this for you." Mom's voice gentle and affectionate. Her attention shifted back to the cotton. Tending to my wound, with maternal dedication.
"... Alright. Thank you, mama." I accepted my mom's care. I mean, why argue with someone who wants to help you?
There's just one problem...
'This, is a dangerous angle...' My cheeks turn a faint red as my eyes stare down the crevice of my mother's breasts. I try to look away, but my body betrays me. 'I don't feel anything. Not a single bit-' I breathe, mom's mature, wine-like scent invaded my nostrils. The smell made my brain go numb for a second, as it was caught off-guard.
'I... I don't feel a thing...' I say to myself, yet my body begins to heat up, as if preparing for something that won't happen.
I bite my lower lip, hoping to gain a grip of this forbidden sensation. 'I thought I got rid of this stupid problem... I was doing alright for the past few days, so I thought I'd never see my mother in that light, ever again...'
To see my mother as a woman.
"And done." Mom announced, the words pull me out of thought. "Let's just finish it off with a bandage." Mom pulled back the cotton and soon wrapped my thumb with a clean bandage.
"....." I stare in silence as I flex my wrapped thumb lightly. "Could I go to my room now, mama?" I ask, hoping she'll say yes so I can escape this situation my stupid body created.
Mom nods. "Yep. You're free to go now, Andy." Her lips adorned with her usual gentle smile.
I rise from my seat and head for my room. 'I need to get back to my room, before my stupid body can do something I can never take back!' My slippers hitting the wood floor with faint thuds as I make my escape.
"Wait, Andy!" Mom called out. I stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder. "Yes, mama?" My exhale slightly strained.
Mom raises a finger and points it at her cheek. "Where's mama's goodnight kiss?" Her tone almost teasing.
For a moment, I thought about apologizing and resume my escape. But the filial son in me told me not to.
With hesitant steps, I return to my mother's side.
When I got close, she pushed her hair aside and presented her bare cheek to me.
I hesitated for a second, but I still leaned in and made contact with my lips.
My mother's soft cheek connected with my warm lips. Our wholesome family ritual felt different this time. It felt... adult, perhaps passionate even.
Before I realized it, I lingered too long.
I stumble back a step as I separate from my mother. "I... I'll be in my room. Goodnight, mama..." I turn around and finally flee to my personal space.
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"....." Hana watched as her son disappeared into his room, likely not going to see him until tomorrow morning.
Clatter
Hana stumbled backwards, her hand square on the table to support herself. "Ha... Ha... Haah ♥" she breathed heavily. Her chest rising and falling with every breath.
Her calm composure seconds ago has now turned into a flustered mess. "That was... close..." she muttered to herself. Her cheeks felt warm as they flushed bright red.
And it wasn't just her cheeks, her entire body was heating up. "Oohhh~ Andy... My dear... I didn't know smelling your scent after so long would have such... Mmm~ Dramatic effects..."
Hana slowly sat back down.
"Ha... Ha-" Hana suddenly held her breath. Her eyes landing on the two containers filled with her and Andy's blood separately.
Although she's still recovering, Hana slowly reached for the two items. Once they were in her grasp, she intently gazed upon the two items.
"You two... will be the keys to my- No, our happiness..." She muttered, a wide smile creeping up as she imagined the future to come.
The loving mother then brought the two blood-filled items to her lips before placing a gentle kiss. "Muah~"
Hana reached into her pocket and took out her phone. After dialing a certain number, she brought it to her ear.
"Touka? Yes, I have the samples."
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