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His Mother\'s Bed	By : Randie Category: Digimon > General > Digimon Adventure (Season 1) > Digimon Adventure (Season 1) Views: 2440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His Mother's Bed
A/N: I originally intended the last chapter to include the first half of this part, up through Natsuko and Takeru... but then Yamato decided to make Part 1 run long and I just added it here. Also, sorry if there's some inconsistencies in the layout of the households, I tried to go back and make everything coherent, but do you guys really care about that anyway?
Warnings/Pairings: Incest (I cannot stress this enough), possible rape in the final chapter/ mentions of abuse, and angst. YamatoxTakeruxNatsuko triangle (specifically TakeruxNatsuko; Also one-sided Yamakeru, one-sided NatsukoxYamato.) Previous mentions of Sorato, Jyoumato, and Daiken. Mentions of Daikari, Kenyako.

[Part Two: Between the Sheets]
“Mom molested me. She touched me at first, but then, well, things got worse. I'm sure you've seen enough prime time television to get an idea, so I won't go into it. That's why, since that summer we spent together since the divorce, I've been fighting how I feel about you. I don't want to have the feelings I have for you that Mom had for me. All it did was fuck up my life and I can't live with myself if I fuck up yours.”
Takeru listened, his body still. He knew Natsuko loved Yamato, but never knew she loved him that much. The good news was, he didn't have to worry about Natsuko freaking out over Yamato's feelings. If anything, she would understand and embrace them and feel not so alone. Also, Yamato could come stay with them whenever he wanted...! “Yes.”
“Sorry?”
“I said yes,” Takeru started quickly.
“...are you sure, Takeru?” Yamato sighed, hugging himself and looking away. It was hard to tell if he was ashamed, angry, or both. “I need you to be absolutely sure.”
“I am,” Takeru insisted. He had to keep his mother happy, even if that meant lying to Yamato. “I am...”
“Takeru...” Yamato breathed, stepping towards his younger brother again. He held a shaky hand out, eventually the fingertips reaching the other's shoulder and slowly drew them together. “Takeru...” he whispered again, backing the younger sibling against the wall near the bathroom. The same one where Yamato had been trying to hide his feelings the night before. Reminded, the older blonde smiled, “I saw you last night, you know... when I brought you your clothes.”
Takeru was a little nervous. He had never seen his brother like this and it was a strange, scary side to him. “Y-Yamato...” Worse, Takeru didn't want to admit what he had been thinking about. Yamato's talk about Yutaka's relationship had brought something to the forefront of the younger's mind... and so he may have had an odd fantasy about his mother. Then found quite a satisfying release from it. He figured the entire thing was just one of those, “I'll get it out of my system.” moments, but now, Yamato had him questioning if there could be an even better way for Takeru to make his mother happy. The thought made heat rise in his loins and Yamato took notice, forcing a hand quickly under Takeru's clothes.
Takeru cried out as fingertips caressed his chest and he found himself looking into the same wanting eyes of his mother. The same golden blonde bangs.
Yamato growled in his brother's ear as Takeru's erection pressed against him. He began kissing down the boy's neck, his hands still exploring underneath the soft cloth of Takeru's shirt.
“Yamato...” Takeru huffed. He wanted to be honest. He wanted to tell his brother that this was a huge mistake, but it felt good. He wasn't sure if his mother would oblige such a horrible request, anyway, if the son admitted his fantasy to her. Takeru convinced himself he wasn't biding time, he was using Yamato for some secret feelings, he too, hadn't wanted to face. He pressed his lips against Yamato's. Up close, he didn't have to think about his brother, he could convince himself he was in the needing arms of his mother.
“Takeru,” Yamato managed when finding some air.
“Don't stop,” Takeru pleaded, watching as his brother's cold eyes began to burn.
Yamato forced Takeru's shirt away and licked the clean skin underneath, finally letting his tongue find it's way to one of the hardened nubs. Takeru gripped Yamato's hair and forced him to bite harder, all the while, staring at his older brother's ass. I could take it for myself, he thought. I can be inside... Takeru's thoughts trailed, imagining being in his mother's body, rocking her under him as she cried out for him, told him how much she needed him. Takeru groaned as the thoughts raced through his mind.
Yamato studied the glassed over eyes and pulled Takeru's shorts away, then got down to his knees, his tongue never leaving the boy's body except to use his teeth to remove the last barrier between them.
Takeru leaned against the wall with short breaths. He blushed as warmth trickled down. Takeru leaned his head back this time, trying to ignore his conscience which was slowly fading to the back of his mind. When he looked down again, he could only feel the humidity of his brother's mouth around him and the tickle of bright blonde hair against his hips. Takeru gasped and grasped at his brother's form, easily replacing it with his mother's. Why? He wondered, Why can't I tell him this isn't what I really want?
Natsuko would smile up at him and tell him what a good boy he was, then taste him slowly before taking his length in...
Yamato was esctatic to have Takeru return his feelings and made this well known as he throated him. At the same time, Yamato was begging himself not to release, but he had been harboring this for so long, not acting on the real thing for so, so long. As Takeru jerked in his mouth, Yamato knew his brother was about to come and the older blonde closed his eyes, feeling his own seed spill in the still-restraining denim around his torso. He groaned as he pulled back, then gasped for air. His brother had tasted amazingly sweet and his head was spinning.
Takeru had cried out much like a woman would, which surprised him and made him just a little giddy. I just came in my mother's mouth, he thought with a smile as his legs gave way. Mom... He slid to the floor, his eyes suddenly remembering his brother's face and he blushed. “Yamato,” he said with near-surprise. “Y-Yamato... that was...”
“I told you. I love you more than anything,” the older brother pleaded, letting himself fall back into a sitting position. He tugged Takeru towards him, so his younger brother straddled him, then kissed him again.
Takeru groaned as he tasted himself inside his brother's mouth. Yamato forced his tongue deep, wanting to memorize every inch, when Takeru pulled away. “Y-Yamato, the time...”
“What? She won't mind, right?” Yamato said, pulling Takeru by his hair so their noses were back to touching. “I still need you, Takeru. There's so much more I need from you.”
“Yamato, I really can't.”
“Please, take me,” Yamato said the request more as an order. “Then you can go. If that bitch gets mad, tell her I woke up late because I was hungover or something. I don't fucking care. Now come on.”
Takeru hesitated. On one hand, he was excited by possibly worrying his mother. Maybe she'll punish me, he thought, but then, Yamato had called her a bitch and that made Takeru angry. Always had. Takeru finally had the chance to not let Yamato get away with it, either. Takeru suddenly realized how anxious Yamato was and the ball was in Takeru's court. He had complete control and the realization went straight to his head quickly. “Okay, Yamato... but first, tell me, what did you decide to call Mom?”
Yamato was a little irritated that Takeru was bringing it up, but obliged anyway if it meant getting what he wanted. And Yamato was very spoiled. “A bitch. What else would I call her?”
Takeru pushed Yamato back onto the carpet and started tugging at the blonde's jeans. They slipped away easily enough with the lack of weight holding them on and Takeru could see the wet stain through his sibling's boxers. “You couldn't wait, could you?” Takeru smiled.
Yamato burned red, his eyebrows furrowed. “Going to talk all day or keep your promise?”
Takeru slapped him. The stinging turned to tingling for Yamato. The gesture left him a little dazed and before he knew it Takeru was on top of him, pulling the boxers lower. “W-Wait,” Yamato chuckled. “You've never done this before...” he breathed, growing stiffer against Takeru's stomach.
“What?” Takeru insisted, realizing Jyou had taken him once before. That Summer. Admiteddly, Takeru wasn't interested in men at all, so why would he 'know'?
Yamato motioned to the side table. Takeru got off of his brother, resisting the urge to kick him for interrupting, and opened the drawer. Inside was a TV Guide. “What, I'm not good enough for you?” Takeru joked.
“Look under it, smart ass,” Yamato said, leaning back against the floor.
Takeru did so, finding a bottle of lube. He grabbed it and returned to his previous position, lathering himself and a few fingers as Yamato instructed him to. Takeru was enjoying this way too much. Despite his ignorance, Takeru knew he was still in control at any time, so it didn't bother him. Sure, he was going to be thinking of pounding Natsuko in a few minutes, but at the same time, finally being able to lord something, anything over his brother, was getting him more excited than acting on some fantasy.
Yamato took a breath and concentrated on relaxing as Takeru pressed a finger inside. At first, it always felt strange. The fluid was cold, but instantly heated up and the sensation was forgotten, replaced with the smooth feeling of Takeru pumping in and out of him. “Ah, Takeru...” he smiled as the pleasure increased, and groaned once another finger was inside.
Takeru, being raised alongside his mother most of his life, had his share of... instances. He hadn't thought much of that passing stolen glance or muffled whisper, until now. What little he could remember of seeing his mother pressing her own fingers deep inside herself drove him until Yamato was begging for more. Specifically, “Your cock, Takeru... Please...!”
The younger brother was more than ready and grabbed Yamato's legs, setting them up and wide, running his sex along Yamato's, then lower, and started prying. Takeru watched as precum escaped both of them and then took himself into his own hand, forcing the head in.
“Yes, Takeru...”
Takeru groaned, teasing with the tip of his cock a few times just to listen to Yamato whine, then forced himself through in one swoop. Yamato screamed as if he were in pain, and Takeru thought, if he was, who cares? He pulled out almost all the way an rammed in again, making his brother curl up as if he had been punched hard in the stomach. Save the look of extreme pleasure on his face. Takeru smiled to himself, reaching down to trace Yamato's length with slick fingers. The older brother groaned and arched his hips more, letting Takeru lift Yamato slightly. Takeru was strong and Yamato was pretty light, but he wouldn't be able to hold him that way forever. Takeru made his pace quicker, then stopped when Yamato was on the verge.
“Wha...What the Hell... Takeru?”
“Tell me again.”
“...what?” Yamato wondered, his mind already swimming and his entire lower body burning with desire.
“Tell me you want me again and don't stop until I say so.”
“...Takeru?” the brother questioned, hesitant until he left Takeru's length leave him. “Okay, okay... I want you...”
Takeru tossed his head haughtilly. “What do you want of me?”
Yamato's temper sparked.
“You want this, don't you?” Takeru made a mocking whine and forced himself deep, making Yamato gasp for air.
“Yes!” the blonde cried, clawing out to his brother's arms, finally managing to latch onto one and pull himself up slightly. “I want your cock, Takeru!”
Please with himself, Takeru dove deep again, driving his brother's voice higher, playing the fantasy further in his mind. Takeru was shocked as his climax hit suddenly, even before Yamato, who watched his younger brother's clenched eyes shed tears and winced at the nails digging into his legs. Warmth filled him and sent him over the edge, his body racked with orgasm for a few seconds as hot cum coated their stomachs.
Takeru dropped Yamato's legs and would've escaped quickly, but realized he couldn't. Yamato had a firm, rippling grip on him that felt amazing. Yamato was pleased with Takeru. He hadn't hit just the right spot yet, but the blonde was elated when he realized they would have plenty of other chances for that. Yamato also would have plenty of chances for playful revenge, too.
Yamato's vision finally cleared of fog and his muscles relaxed, letting Takeru free. The younger brother fell at his feet, breathing hard. Yamato turned a little, to see his younger brother's content expression. “Takeru...”
“You know, I never said you could stop...” the younger teased.
Yamato punched the other playfully in the arm, making Takeru laugh.
“Yeah... Yamato?”
“I love you,” he breathed. “...and... thank you...”
Takeru forced a smile and nodded. “I should go.”
“Yeah. Before the bitch worries.”
Takeru sat up, “I wasn't kidding about that you know. Seriously, I've got a good pair of fists now. Don't make me deck you.”
“Just get the fuck outta here, okay?” Yamato laughed.

“I'm home,” Takeru greeted. He didn't hear the tapping of keys, but he did hear classical music playing. His mother must have writer's block. She always did something relaxing to cure writer's block. Takeru's mind suddenly wandered to his newfound feelings. For a moment he realized how Yamato must have felt all these years, to feel such strong feelings towards someone who surely would never recooperate them. I can help you relax, Mom... God, can I help you... he swooned as he kicked off his shoes.
“You're late. Is everything alright?”
“W-Well,” Takeru started. “I guess so.”
Natsuko immediately poked her worried head around the corner from where she was at the kitchen table. “What's wrong? What happened?”
Takeru met his mother's eyes. “She molested me.” The words rang in his ears, but he wouldn't hear them. Yamato couldn't be accusing anymore and Takeru was glad. “Mom, can I talk to you?”
Natsuko stood. Takeru was acting strange and she couldn't even begin to imagine what made him so. She rushed over to her son and looked him over. He smelled of sweat and although it had been some time, she recognized the scent of sex, too. “Did you visit Hikari?” she smiled.
“No, Mom,” Takeru said. “Now, let me ask you... have you ever fucked Yamato?”
She let go of Takeru immediately and stepped back, her leg hitting the chair. She never thought in a million years Yamato would tell Takeru such a thing and that still left the question of why her son smelled so strange. “Did Hiro hurt you?” she questioned uneasily.
“No... Mom... Yamato... he's had this... obscession with me, since we were kids. He said it's because of what you did to him. He...”
“Did he rape you?” Natsuko asked, barely making the words audible as her hand covered her mouth and her stomach churned.
“No, Mom,” Takeru chuckled. “Look, I let him...”
“Takeru!”
“But,” Takeru started, drawing closer to his mother until she found herself sitting back in the chair. “I realized something. If you've slept with Yamato... you might fuck me, too, right?”
Natsuko moved her bangs from her eyes as she tried to process what her son was saying, and the vulgar way he was saying it. “Takeru, what are you...?”
“Mom, I would do anything for you. I know how you really feel about Yamato now and he'll never give you what you need, but I can.”
“Takeru...” Natsuko whispered again. So, that was it. Their entire family was one fucked up mess, thanks to her acting on feelings she should have never had. And still had. Countless times she had thought about Yamato, even after the divorce. Age had only made him more attractive and Natsuko found comfort in many lonely nights with a drawer of idol photos and magazines. “Takeru, I...”
“Please don't be lonely anymore, Mom,” Takeru asked, giving his mother a peck on the cheek. She blushed. “Let me be here for you.”
“Takeru, do you realize what you're saying to me?” she whispered, turning to the table and steadying herself.
“I do...” he whispered in her ear, putting a hand on hers.
Natsuko thought about it for a moment. Yamato was in love with his brother. That meant he wasn't ashamed anymore, surely? Maybe he would be a bit reluctant initially, and since this was most likely their first time together... Once Yamato went past that point of no return, truly no return whatsoever, he couldn't deny her. He couldn't. Natsuko felt her thighs turn to jell-o, imaging her son's ice cold stare as one of absolute lust for her. “Takeru, I'm proud of you.”
“Huh?”
“Yes, if this is what you want...” Natsuko replied, squeezing his hand back.
Takeru embraced her and pressed his lips against hers, finally forcing his tongue to part them. She didn't taste like cigarettes, like Yamato had. Instead, her mouth tasted like mint, her teeth freshly brushed. The entire thing felt so innocent to Takeru and he forced himself into his mother's lap, kissing her again.
Natsuko wrapped her arms around her youngest son with a smile. You're not Yamato, but you'll do... she thought, pulling him closer until she could feel the heat rising off of him. Even sweeter was the scent on Takeru's clothes. Granted, she had only managed to hug Yamato once in the last few years and on her birthday, no less, but he had smelled the same as Takeru did now.
“I've dreamed of this,” she whispered, kissing along Takeru's neck and running one hand down his back until she found his ass and squeezed tight. Takeru gasped in her ear and she bit down on his, tugging.
He pulled away and kissed her again, but she stopped him and forced him to stand. She eyed below his waist and smiled at him, taking his hand and leading him back to her bedroom where she tossed him onto the bed.
Takeru felt like his heart would leap from his chest as his mother crawled over to him and began forcing her hips against his. Takeru looked up into her eyes, her lashes heavy with make up. He had already kissed away most of the lipstick and for a moment the young man wondered, who exactly did she get so dolled up for? He never understood that about women, especially when it was clearly wasted effort. She was so beautiful beyond that anyway. “Mom,” Takeru whined, pulling her shoulders down to him and holding her.
At first she was surprised, but then happy as she envisioned her eldest son's arms around her, embracing her, needing her, wanting her, forgiving her. Natsuko pulled up and forced Takeru's shirt away for the second time that morning, noticing the dried stains underneath. “And... and whose would that be?” she smiled.
“I didn't get a chance to--”
“No,” Natsuko whispered, leaning in and licking away the remains, “Everything's fine, Takeru...” Natsuko felt her thighs tingle at the taste and she groaned, settling onto Takeru's body, lost in complete esctasy at a taste she had longed for and never experienced.
Takeru shifted to let her undo his shorts and remove his cock from the layers of cloth. Immediately he could feel the wetness through her panties. He glanced down, but everything was hidden by her skirt. Noticing this, Natsuko lifted it and closed her eyes, pushing against him. Takeru groaned in return, bucking his hips.
“How... how do you want to do this?” she whispered.
Takeru wondered. He could have her any way he wanted. So far his sexual experiences hadn't mounted to much. He had fooled around with a few girls in his class before. Yamato was the farthest he had ever gone with anyone. His senses overloaded, he couldn't think of anything to say.
Natsuko giggled at him and turned around so she was on her knees with her face at the base of the bed. Takeru eyed her ass as he sat up, but even moreso noted the dripping pussy waiting for him. He hurried over and slipped the underwear to her knees, lifted her skirt, and felt around with the stiffness dangling in front of him.
Natsuko clawed the sheets. Not only had this position been the most pleasurable for her, but she could imagine better what she really wanted. She smiled and for the last time imagined Yamato entering her, because she wouldn't have to fantasize anymore when Takeru was inside her. “Come on, baby,” she pleaded. “Please put it in me.”
Takeru lost himself in her and found that he slid in quite easily. Then again, she probably had a wonderful sex life in her best years and she had given birth to two children... still, that didn't mean she couldn't hold him tight.
Takeru reached his arms around, taking a breast in each hand. His mother had always been a modest size, but they fit perfectly for him and that made him happy. He traced the nipples with his index fingers, making his mother whine and the flesh stiff. Takeru couldn't help it as his legs pushed forward. He was finally living out what he had only just realized he wanted, thanks to Yamato.
Natsuko was crying out with each thrust, but soon her cries couldn't keep up with the anxious boy's pace. This only drove her more mad and she lifted onto her elbows as her entire body shuddered around him. “Yamato...” she whispered into the sheets. “Yamato...!”
Takeru could only hear muffled cries as he forced inside her, faster, eager to please her. He had to admit, he was fumbling through it a bit, but if he messed up, she was always there to put things back in their proper place with a forgiving, wicked smile. As she came on him, Takeru felt the strange sensation of warmth along his length... his mother's esctasy. He tensed and forced himself against her so hard the sound echoed throughout the empty room, the empty apartment even, and for a split second he was glad the walls weren't as thin as Yamato's place. “Mom, Mom,” he panted. “I...”
“Come for me,” she begged between cries. “I'm coming again... I'm coming!”
Takeru felt his need leave him as he collapsed onto his mother's back. She held him up as she shook around him, her breath coming out as restrained cries. Her eyes rolled back for a moment before she closed them and her legs gave out. She relished the sound of their breathing as it steadied, and when Takeru wrapped her arms around her, whispering he loved her, she was happy because Yamato was doing the same thing in her mind.

The next day was Sunday and it was also the first time Takeru had ever missed mass. When he awoke, still a little sticky and still in his mother's bed, he shot up as his eyes focused on the time. “Mom--” he started, but then he heard her walk to the bedroom doorway. She was only wearing her apron and smiling at him.
“Good morning, sweetie.”
“Mom...” he whispered. “We're, uh... missing... yeah.” Takeru couldn't collect his thoughts, staring at his mother's chest which was squeezing the teal colored cloth between each breast. He glanced lower and although he could only see the outline of her hips, he was hoping to imagine was what was under that apron. Well, he really didn't have to.
“You need a lesson God can't teach you,” Natsuko said proudly. “You're such a good boy, Takeru, so inexperienced, but that's what I'm here for, right?”
Takeru felt sweat bead on his skin. “I...”
“Well? I'll be waiting in the kitchen for you...” she said, then sneaked away back to the dining room and beyond. Takeru took a few breaths and then swung his legs over the side of the Queen sized mattress. His legs were a little tender from yesterday, but that didn't stop him from imagining the things he could learn from his mother.
He licked his lips as he rounded the corner. From the bedroom, the kitchen was on the back wall and you could see straight through to the island which housed a set of stools and the oven. His mother had her back to him and was leaning over to load the dishes. Takeru had full view of her. She wasn't as worked up as the day before, but she was glistening in the morning sunlight that was coming in through the sliding glass doors and the cracked blinds.
Takeru wanted to say anything, but he also didn't want to ruin the moment. He joined his mother, sliding an arm around her waist. She straightened as his right hand cupped a breast between his fingers and squeezed.
Natsuko couldn't help but giggle as she started to feel him press against her. What she didn't expect was the hand around her waist to drop and find it's way between silky slits of skin. She bit her lip. Takeru's hand was warm against her. As fingers pried her open, Natsuko leaned against the counter, the steam rising from the washer wrinkling the front of her apron and making it rise up further. Takeru's right hand lowered this time, tracing the frame of her form. He groaned against her back, nuzzling into her shoulderblades.
“T-Takeru... maybe you know more than I thought. I wasn't sure you could tease a woman properly...” Natsuko explained, the last word drifting to a whimper as he entered her with both fingers.
Like Yamato, Takeru enjoyed being the one everyone was begging for. His brother always got that kind of attention and Takeru could admit he was a little jealous. In fact, Takeru lingered on the thought a moment. Yamato had taken Takeru's mother before him... Well, I'll make her mine. She'll be mine forever. I'm the one that loves her!
“Takeru!” Natsuko cried as his hand left her suddenly.
“Mom, you'll be mine forever, won't you?”
“Oh, yes... forever...” she groaned, moving down the counter away from the steam. Takeru followed, undoing the apron and letting it hang loose. He caressed her back with a free hand and then readied himself. He wasn't completely ready, but she certainly was and that was what mattered. “Take me for yourself...” she pleaded, spreading her stance so he could have full range of her. Takeru was a little intrigued by being able to see it all. “But first...” Natsuko whispered. “You need to learn to wait...”
“What?” Takeru breathed.
Natsuko whirled around, an evil smile on her face. “You need to tease a woman properly, remember?”
“I thought you said I was...” he pouted.
“Actually, Takeru... I was thinking of a special breakfast for you. Join me at the table.”
Takeru was amazed at how his mother continually surprised him. He wondered how long she had to think all this up or if she used to do these kinds of things with their father. I doubt it, the young blonde thought, strolling over to the dining table. His mother took a seat and directed him to climb under.
“Come on, baby, don't be shy,” she giggled. How often had she played this scenario out in her mind on lonely nights at home? Takeru and her having a simple dinner, but Yamato taking her somewhere else from beneath the table.
Takeru, a little hesitant, slowly climbed under the table. There, he could easily smell the flowery scent of his mother in the confined space and felt the familiar ache in his loins rising up. On his hands and knees he made his way over. Natsuko's hands were resting on each thigh and she gently pulled her legs apart, revealing herself once more. She moved her dominant hand towards the center, flicking one finger over the nub. She groaned and motioned him forward.
Yamato, taste me again... she swooned, tilting her head back in the chair. Suddenly she felt wet heat against her most sensitive spot and let out a loud cry. “God, yes,” she hissed with an unsteady breath. “Just like that...”
Takeru flicked his tongue over her again, but the taste was intoxicating and he drew closer, sucking lightly as he balanced with both hands on hers, pressing her thighs apart. She made the most amazing cries, muffled through the wooden table. Takeru gasped as warmth escaped him, signaling better things to come. He watched the white trail hit the floor but for a second before his mother's hand slipped out from under his own and forced him back to pleasuring her.
“Suck me again, just like you do all those horrible men,” she begged, tugging Takeru's hair. The boy was a little bewildered by the statement, but figured it was part of whatever his mother was thinking that was making her coat his chin in her love. Yamato, part of me hates you so, for denying not only me, but the mother in me, too... But I don't have to worry anymore, because soon... Oh, yes, soon... “Soon... Soon, I...” she cried.
Takeru alternated the flicks of his tongue with sucking and nibbling her. He didn't realize that women got larger there, too, and his mother fit so wonderfully between his lips. He could feel her clit begin to throb underneath his tongue and groaned. He had to let go, “Mom... I'm...”
“...you're coming already? How sweet,” Natsuko chuckled, forcing him once more into her, suffocating him.
As Takeru came he cried out against her, his breath tickling the sensitive skin beyond his tongue and finally he felt it, his mother's body trembling against him. She squeezed her thighs painfully around him and cried out over and over as orgasm took her.
Yamato, Yamato... her mind repeated and she let out a final groan as the feeling subsided. She finally released her grip on her son's scalp and Takeru fell back under the table, trying to catch his breath. He had swallowed her as Yamato had swallowed him and it was a strange feeling. He knew that this was a dream come true for him, he was falling in love with her more than ever. Takeru leaned over and pulled one leg close to him, nuzzling the smooth skin.
“Mom, I love you. I mean it. I love you.”
“I love you, too, my wonderful little boy...”

Hiroaki was surprised when he arrived home to the scent of cooking food. He had lived off his bachelor diet for a week as his son insisted on starving himself. “Ah, I missed your cooking,” he said as he hung his trenchcoat on the hooks near the door. He glanced behind him, blinking as Yamato drummed with the spatula against the counter. “Someone's in a good mood.”
“Yeah,” the blonde piped with a smile.
“I guess Takeru really did knock you out of that rut. I hope you don't mind that I asked him to come by.”
“He's my brother, why would I?”
Hiroaki took a seat at the tiny dining table (well, a poker table, really). “It's not like you two visit one another anymore. I was beginning to think things were going backwards. I was really wondering if I was going to lose you, Yamato.”
“Nope, I'm fine, Dad.”
“So, what magic did Takeru cast on you so I know to do it next time?”
Yamato was glad the stove light under the microwave was out so his father couldn't see the beet red face of his reflection. “He just... encouraged me, is all.”
“Well, damn, don't I do that?”
“Uh, well... no?” Yamato replied, realizing his voice was getting a little too high pitched for him. He coughed. “Anyway, you're home on time, so did the TV station burn down?”
“Haha, no. Remember that woman they hired as a secretary?”
“Well, yeah, it's Jyou's mother, you can't really miss her,” Yamato chuckled. “Seriously, though, I'm glad finally something is working out for her... and Jyou.”
“I'm sorry things didn't work out,” Hiroaki replied. “Still, maybe you'll find the one next time.”
“Yeah,” Yamato swooned, stirring the contents of the pan in front of him. “So, are you still going on that trip to Shimane to see grandma tomorrow evening?”
“Yeah. She hasn't gotten any better, so it's a sure-fire thing now. I would take you, too, but you need to make up all those school days you missed, so I can't even afford to let you miss another day. Oh, and don't get me started on the days you skipped, too.”
“That's fine... actually...” Yamato turned, wiping his hands on an apron not unlike the one Takeru was under at the same moment elsewhere. “Dad?”
“Hmm?” Hiroaki asked. He looked up from where he had flopped onto his arms on the table sleepily. Night shifts were killer.
“I want Takeru to stay over. He seemed like he was cheered up, too... maybe things with... aren't the best right now? You know?”
“Oh, sure. If it's okay with your mother,” Hiroaki replied. He hated to mention her at all in front of his son, but these necessary conversations had slowly become bearable over the years and Hiroaki was glad that he didn't see that tinge of annoyance in his son's eyes for once.
“Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it. We should've started being real brothers a long time ago. Everything that happened lately... it's for a reason, I think.”
Hiroaki raised his head groggily as Yamato began plating what was the father's dinner, by all chronological means. He had never heard his son so chipper and the mood was refreshing. Hiroaki wasn't the most un-moody person either and so when the two were down, the entire apartment was like living in a huge thundercloud. “I'm happy for you.”
I hope so, Yamato thought. He had hoped to tell his father the truth of what was really going on, but how could he? Dad would never approve of it. I best keep it quiet for now. Maybe if I... No, I can't tell anyone. So, I need to be sure to keep my cool around the others at the game tomorrow... What am I saying? They'll be too distracted by me pulling myself out of the gutter to notice a few stolen glances at my brother, I figure...
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