My Adopted Family

My son, my Rye, whom I raised with all my might. It felt like my heart was being torn to shreds when I thought of having such a good son taken away like this.

"Calm down, Evadne, I'm mother, wake from this fantasy."

I lifted my heavy body out of bed. I walked unsteadily like a sleepwalker.

I arrived at the locker room.

I took off all my clothes and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. Looking at my reflection, the face, the breast, my figure, my legs... My body.

Not yet, but still a usable body. It was the result of decades of desperate management.

I have lived my life paying close attention to even the smallest habits to prevent sagging, color change, and wrinkles.

However, lying about one's age was now a limitation. Maybe 2 or 3 years at most? After that, no matter how hard I exercise or use expensive cosmetics, I will not be able to stop my body from withering away.

The flower was about to fall.

There is only one chance now. The only time to respond to Rye's feelings is now.

I'm afraid of that future, my body that would wither away, and then Rye wouldn't be interested in me. He wouldn't show any interest and move away from me.

Before that happens, at least once.

At this time, my cell phone rang in the pocket of my clothes.

"Rye… ah… !"

『Mom. I think I'll be a little late today. Don't wait, sleep first.』

When I read the message Rye sent me, I collapsed on the spot.

It's getting late tonight. That meant that Rye would spend the night with Calista.

It may not be strange for young people these days to spend the night the first day they meet.

But I couldn't bear it.

I moved my trembling fingers and tapped the phone.

『No. Listen, you need to come back, don't...』

But I couldn't write a reply until the end.

This is because I am so shabby in trying to control my son's chance by asserting my authority as a mother.

If I ask him to come back now, Rye will come back. I know that he is my son.

But that doesn't help anyone other than relieving my jealousy.

My hands lose strength. The smartphone fell to the floor.

I am a mother. I should be the person who should be most pleased with my son's future growth. I should never hinder his future growth.

"Rye… ."

It comes to my mind. Rye's hand was caressing my heart. The way he kissed me on the mouth and was embarrassed. My voice moaned in pleasure as I recalled that day.

"Rye..."

My hands moved naturally. The way Rye's hand moved before, I moved along the same path, recalling the path he had taken. 

"Rye… … ."

I touched my breasts carefully as if I was afraid they would break. My finger touched nipples, an erect nipples, and it sent shivers in my body.

Although Rye was excited, he did not lose control. He put my feelings before his own pleasure. I could feel his affection even in the hands that touched me. At that time... When that happened... If I had done something else? If I had kept him on my bed for the night?

"Rye… ah… … ♡"

My body is hot. My hand wandered from my chest to between my legs.

Masturbation. I haven't done it once since I was in middle school.

But it was the only way to ease my loneliness now.

"oh… !"

My fingertips touch the clitoris.

The joy of womanhood is long forgotten. Just as a dry seed meets a drop of water and sprouts, I was reminded of that pleasure through Rye.

Worried about ethics and afraid of what people around me would think, I tried to stay away from Rye.

"ha… oh… ♡"

In this society, it will probably never be possible for a person to have a relationship with a mother. If it were known, the whole world would condemn it, and the family would fall apart. There may be no place to set foot anywhere in the country.

So, I was about to give up. To make myself away from Rye.

I thought it was the best thing to do to protect my family and my son.

So, I tried to introduce Rye to another woman and get him away from me.

But I never thought that only after letting go would I realize how big my heart and desires were. I never thought I would regret this much now.

I'm a stupid woman.

"Ryker… … Rye… ! "Ahh!"

If only Rye would open that door and come in right now. I would tell you that I love you too, that I love you with everything I have.

Should I forget about everything and be in Rye's arms? Should I forget about the world and go away from public attention, somewhere no one recognises me and my son, and live there not as mother and son but as lovers?

"Ohh...!"

An act of masturbation that occurred while recalling the memory of being touched by Rye, thinking of a future where only two of us. The sexual pleasure obtained from this was amazing.

In the end, I reached a small orgasm.

But this wasn't it.

The pleasure I got from the hand of Rye was not like this. It was something deeper, hotter, and more ecstatic.

This surface level of pleasure only left behind emptiness.

Just like a thirsty person drinking sea water, the thirst for Rye only grew stronger.

"Ahm… … ."

By now, Rye is probably making love to a young woman.

When I thought about it like that, I felt like crying out of misery.
I made up my mind.

If Rye returns anytime soon, I will seduce him first, and I will give myself to him, be with him. This wrold go and fuck itself, I don't care.

But that day, Rye did not return until the sun rose.

It was Rye's first time staying out at night.