[September 4, 2014]
I had a relationship with my son about two years ago when I was 38 years old.
My son is Yu.
As the name implies, he is a kind child.
“Mom, bath is okay.”
“Oh, yeah, then let’s come in.”
“Did your father sleep?”
“How about? But I’m already upstairs.”
“Hmm.”
“Did you have something to do?”
“Yeah, there’s nothing. Then I’m going to the room too.”
In my house, my husband or son takes a bath first, and I am the last.
Today was my husband, my son, and my turn.
“Well, it’s coming in.”
“Then I’m going to sleep.”
“OK, good night.”
“good night.”
While seeing off my son leaving the living room, I head to the bathroom with the change of clothes I had left in the corner of the table.
I intentionally put my underwear on top so that my son could see the change of clothes.
It is a white favorite lingerie that matches the top and bottom.
(Do you really sleep?)
I was thinking about my son’s actions while taking off his clothes in the bathroom.
(You should have seen this underwear.)
(Something like a trap.)
(What are you doing even though you are a parent and child …)
I usually soak in the bath without thinking about anything to relax.
But today it was different.
Thoughts that are not like a mother go round and round in my head.
Recently, I have been feeling uncomfortable.
I felt that the underwear I had left as a change of clothes was moving.
At first, I thought it was my fault.
But that happened in quick succession.
I don’t think my husband mischiefs my underwear.
If you are not your husband, there is only one more …
(No, no, I’m sure it’s overlooked …)
Get out of the bathtub and wash your body to shake off such thoughts.
Even though it’s September, the hot days are still going on.
I tend to sweat because of my constitution, so I wash my body thoroughly.
I haven’t measured it accurately, but I think it takes about 20 minutes.
“Huh, it was refreshing.”
I felt that my body and feelings were refreshed.
It seems like a boring problem that I had been thinking about earlier.
(Breakfast is ready and I’ll go to bed early today.)
Finally, I took a hot shower and left the bathroom.
“eh!?”
It was also enough to bother me.
(Running….)
Both the underwear I took off and the underwear I had prepared for changing clothes were working.
I made it look like it was placed casually so that it would be immediately noticeable when someone touched it.
(Both are definitely working …)
Underwear cannot move naturally.
(After all …, Yu-chan …)
Until now, I’ve tried to think it’s because of my mind.
But today it has turned into conviction.
The rest is how my son is mischievous.
From that day on, I set up traps almost every day.
The underwear in the closet and the underwear prepared while taking a bath are marked so that they can be seen by moving them.
I also set up another gimmick in my son’s room.
I slipped my shorts into the closet with my son’s change of clothes.
When I put the laundry away, I put it between the shirts as if it was accidentally mixed in.
It’s a shirt my son likes to wear, so I should have noticed it right away.
However, there is no self-report from my son even after one week has passed.
The underwear that set the trap also left behind after moving almost every day.
(What should I do….)
As the days went by, the conflict as a mother and a woman increased.
Calm thinking is strengthened at work and when talking with her family.
(After all, I have to stop it …)
But after her underwear is mischievous, her feelings as a woman become stronger.
(I wonder if I’ll keep pretending I don’t know anymore …)
With that in mind, another week passed.
When I was about to lose consciousness, it suddenly came.
On that day, it was decided that my husband would be alone on a business trip.
(I don’t have that person, and I wonder if it’s okay to have dinner outside after a long time.)
With that in mind, I didn’t go shopping and went straight home from the part-time job.
(What should I go to eat?)
When I arrived in front of my house thinking about that, I suddenly remembered it.
(If you sneak in now, maybe … but that’s …)
I knew it was a bad thing.
However, I couldn’t stop my mind from seeing something scary.
(If there is nothing, I will forget about my underwear …)
So I quietly opened the front door to make an excuse for myself.
When I gently opened the door so as not to make a rattling noise, I saw sneakers lined up with chitin.
Sure enough, my son is back home.
While moving quietly, I look out over the living room and kitchen in a natural way so that I will not be suspicious if my son is on the first floor.
(… 2nd floor.)
Place the bag and go upstairs quietly enough to be considered a suspicious person.
(If Yu-chan is there …)
I stand in front of the bedroom where my closet is.
It’s the first time I’ve had such a high heartbeat to enter my room.
Place your hand on the doorknob and turn it slowly.
Open the door slowly and slowly so as not to make any noise, and look inside through the gap.
(Oh, it was good …)
There was no son in the couple’s bedroom.
As I was relieved, I became embarrassed to peep at it.
(Let’s stop Yu-chan’s room and go down.)
Return slowly and slowly on the way you came.
But the moment I went down the stairs, I heard a faint voice.
(Hmm? Are you on the phone?)
Hold your breath and focus on that voice.
“Uh …”
(eh?)
I feel my whole body getting hot with a voice that I don’t think I’m on the phone.
Stop down the stairs and slowly move to the front of my son’s room.
I held my breath and focused all my nerves on my ears.
You can hear something rubbing and a faint moan.
(What are you doing?)
I am driven by the urge to look inside and check.
However, the door cannot be opened.
It was as if I was in a sleep paralysis.
How long has it passed …
When I suddenly returned to myself and tried to leave the room, I felt like I heard a word.
“Keiko …”
(eh!?)
Get closer to the door and listen as if you were tapping.
“Keiko, Keiko, huh, uh, uh !!”
(is this!!)
You can clearly hear the heartbeat.
Behind the door, my son should be comforting himself.
Moreover, while calling the same name as his mother …
The inside of his head turns white.
I had a premonition after I knew that his underwear was being mischievous.
I couldn’t imagine it from my usual son.
He is the son of a girl who hasn’t even spoken to this day.
I had a desire to deny it.
But behind the door, there must be an undeniable reality.
(Keiko, is that your mother?)
(Or is it someone with the same name?)
Such an idea ran around in my head.
However, it was suddenly stopped.
Gacha, and the doorknob started to rotate.
(!!)
I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Wow!!”
His son makes a surprise voice.
I was frozen.
“…”
“…”
After a moment of silence, his son opens his mouth.
“Did you go home?”
“No.”
“now?”
“A little while ago …”
“is that so.”
He is a son who talks like nothing, but his eyes seem to be swimming.
I think I was more than my son.
The reason is that I saw what was in his son’s hand.
The little white ones are undeniably women’s underwear.
My favorite shorts that I slipped into my son’s closet.
It was now firmly held in my son’s hand.
“Oh, mom, I’m going down.”
I couldn’t think of anything other than the words to leave this place.
“Mother!”
When I was about to go down the stairs, my son stopped me.
“… I’ll return it.”
A small curl was held in my hand.
The hand touched by my son felt hotter than usual.
“Because that’s my feeling.”
When I told him that, my son hurried back to the room.
I also returned to the first floor without worrying about the footsteps.
“Huh …”
When I returned to the living room, I sighed while looking at the white objects on the table.
I knew it from the moment my son gave it to me.
The warmth and slimy feel in your hands.
A cloudy liquid exhaled from the male genitals.
It stuck to the center of the shorts.
(So much … and it smells great …)
The green scent I smelled for the first time in a long time makes my head flutter.
Originally, I have never seen semen seriously.
I broke up with her first girlfriend after having sex only once, so I only saw a little semen on her stomach.
Her second partner, her current husband, has little foreplay and is never asked by her mouth.
I had sex only for making children, so the only chance to see semen was to see it attached to the napkin the next day.
(What should I do with this … and my feelings …)
Everything I was wondering was answered.
My son was interested in me, not underwear …
Although I think it shouldn’t be done, I feel a certain emotion in my heart.
In addition, a piece of cloth that gives off a strange odor in front of me paralyzes my thoughts.
“Yu-chan …”
I made a decision as I approached the tainted shorts.
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