I quietly opened the door and slid into the dark house. After I had cum inside Akiko, the three of us had cleaned ourselves up, checked out and then I took the two girl’s home. The trip home had occurred in extremely awkward silence. Kira, who had masturbated while watching her boyfriend with another woman, seemed to have nothing to say. Akiko, who lost her boyfriend and was caught with her ex-boyfriend was just as quiet. As for me, I had my own complicated thoughts that left me feeling strange and confused.
The house was quiet, and it appeared like everyone was asleep. That made sense since it was already one in the morning. That’s part of the reason we didn’t stay at the hotel longer. The other reason was that after finishing, we were all trying to come to grips with what just happened. I didn’t know right now what my position with either girl was. Akiko may still want to try to work things out with Derek. Kira may realize that she really wasn’t okay with what happened. One thing was for certain. Our relationships were only going to change after this.
“You have fun, sweetie?”
I jumped, nearly tripping and falling flat on my face as I was walking past the living room. Shooting a look into the darkness, I saw mom sitting there. She was in a bathrobe, and she had a glass of wine in her hand. She was just sitting in the darkness. Had she been waiting up for me? Usually, dad came home earlier, and the pair made noises long into the night until she was too tired to do anything but sleep. At least, that’s what I thought.
“Mom? Why are you up?”
“Mmm…” She gave a small smile. “Can’t I worry about my son going out late with beautiful women?”
“Just kidding, I just have a headache and was hoping some tea would relax me.”
“That’s wine, though.”
“Oh?” She smirked, taking another sip. “I just opened a bottle. Do you want some?”
I sighed, “I hope you feel better.”
“Can you please comb my hair?” She asked.
“Please…” Her eyes opened big a way of clear manipulation.
Although her hair was a bit messy, it was more about relaxation. She liked the feel of having her hair combed. This was something I hadn’t done since I was a small child. However, I was still too high-strung from earlier to go to sleep, so I figured I might as well. I gave her a nod and then moved to the couch. She got off it and sat in front while I sat on the couch behind her. Her free hand pulled a comb from her robe pocket and handed it to me like she had planned this all out from the beginning. I took it and then gently ran my hands through her black, silky-smooth hair. Mother closed her eyes and leaned against my knees as I steadily began to run the comb through.
After a few strokes, mom spoke. “You never said. Did you have fun?”
“Y-yeah. It was fun.”
“How was your first time with Kira?”
“We didn’t even have sex- ah! M-mother!” My eyes widened as I realized the indecent question she asked.
Mother chuckled under her breath, but then raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Hmm? You didn’t even have sex with her yet?”
“Mom! That’s not important, but the answer is no!” I defended.
It was true, after all, so I didn’t even need to lie to her.
“You seem like you’re telling the truth.” She turned her head and suddenly sniffed. “But you’ve definitely just been having sex, so it wasn’t with Kira? Has my son been cheating? And on prom night!”
“Ah! Wh-what are you saying?” My hand stopped combing her hair.
“Don’t be so naïve.” She rolled her eyes, turning away. “I’m an experienced woman. Of course, I know what a woman’s sex smells like. I can definitely know when my son’s crotch reeks of it.”
“I c-cleaned up!” I coughed, turning away in embarrassment.
“I didn’t say stop!” She responded, pinching my foot. “Keep going! And tell me why you slept with someone who wasn’t your girlfriend!”
I bit my lip as I thought as I continued to stroke her hair. This time, I just used my fingers, running them through her hair gently. My first impulse was to tell her about Derek. I wanted to complain about how he set me up and how destructive his actions had been. Yet, at the end of any complaint, I’d realize the truth would come out. Therefore, I just decided to say it.
“I had sex with Akiko.”
“Your ex-girlfriend? Hmm… she’s a good Japanese girl, just like Kira. She is a loyal girl, as long as you train her early and make her know who is boss. I approve. Does Kira know?”
“She knows. She… um… watched.” For some reason, I didn’t feel like I could lie to her, and I found honest answers coming out despite the horror I was feeling in my gut over telling mom such personal and sensitive things.
She let out a laugh. “My, my… my son had an exciting night indeed.”
My expression fell as she said that. It wasn’t that she was wrong. Rather, I had loved every minute of it. Yet, there was some kind of voice in me saying that this was wrong.
“Mom…” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “I… really like Akiko, but I also really like Kira. I want them both. That’s not very… I mean…”
How could I ask my mother if I were scum? What if she said yes?
“Can you rub my temples?” She suddenly asked.
“What? Ah, yeah…” I lowered my hands down.
“Did I ever tell you how I met your father?”
“No… I mean, I know you were a shrine maiden or something?”
“Haha… yes, I suppose you’ve heard part of my life from before. You probably know that I was quite a wild child when I was younger.”
“Didn’t they call you Hellcat?”
“Mm… in my youth, I suppose I was quite the hellcat.” She chuckled to herself and wiped her eyes. “For four years, I did whatever I wanted and didn’t think of the consequences. I stole what I wanted. Whether it was men, power, and wealth, I had it all.”
“I woke up.” She shook her head. “No, not some revelation. I woke up lying in some kind of derelict shrine. The last two weeks of my life, I couldn’t remember. Apparently, I had been even worse than usual, and my actions had put the fear of a goddess into all of my allies and enemies. No one dared to even think of pursuing me based on past grudges. However, I couldn’t remember any of it.”
“Well, the shrine’s priest had an interesting theory. He claimed that a goddess had possessed my body, one I had the greatest affinity with, whatever that means. She led my body to that shrine, and before leaving, she left him a message. Well, It was a prophecy, but to me, it felt more like orders.
“She said that I would become a shrine maiden at this shrine and that I would bear the child of a certain man.”
“R-really? What for? Did you get anything out of it?”
“She said if I did it, I would find a man I love more than life itself, and that I would be one of his women.”
“Hehe… well, that was how I acted when the shrine priest told me this. I was about to tell him to shove it, but then I found out about the nature of the shrine. Apparently, it was a shrine to the god of many loves.”
“God of many loves?”
“That’s what they call him. He was a polygamy god, I think. A god of harems. He was once popular, supposedly, but then he went dormant. He represents the dark feelings in every man’s heart, the desire to pursue more women, outside of his own commitments.”
“So, you became a shrine maiden of polygamy?”
“You make it sound bad when you say it like that!” She pouted, “But yet, I was a shrine maiden of the god of many loves. The polygamous god. Rub lower, my neck, yes…”
I moved my hands down and rubbed her neck, still fascinated by her story. I couldn’t imagine my mother doing something like that.
“Wh… well… I mean…” I had trouble forming a question.
“Why did I go through with it?” She smirked and then shrugged. “I was a rebellious teenager. The priest was kind of cute, and I thought I could enjoy some polygamous… ahem… sex…”
“It’s true!” She blushed. “Please don’t think less of me, but I definitely thought I’d get to enjoy many men this way. I even hoped at landing a few married ones for the fun of it.”
“I-I thought you were a virgin when you met dad?”
She laughed. “Who said I wasn’t? Just because I had such dirty thoughts didn’t mean I ever went all the way. I was just a young girl at the time.”
“Oh…” I lowered my head, feeling a bit bad I was thinking the worst of mom, “So, that’s how you met father?”
“Your grandfather wasn’t just the shrine head but it’s greatest supporter. He used to be a businessman, but he put his wealth into the shrine. He had a wife and a mistress, and he had a dream of introducing them to each other and having them be equal lovers at the start of his own harem. It was enough that he single-handedly kept it afloat, even. His son, your father, I began to realize was the man from the prophecy. He was the man I had to have a baby with.
Your grandfather ended up losing his mistress and his wife in his attempt to live the dream, so he naturally pulled away from the shrine. However, at that point, I was already two months pregnant with your sister. Somehow, his mother found out about it, and still upset over her cheating husband, forced your father to take responsibility and marry me. That’s how we ended up together.”
“That’s not very romantic!” I made a face.
“Yes, well, he was supposed to be the man I loved more than life itself. He was supposed to be my everything. I was supposed to be one of his many women.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”
She shrugged. “I’ve always wanted sisters. I was an only child. The thought of having other girls I could share my deepest darkest secrets with. Girls that knew intimate details about my man, or gave me fresh views on him. It would be nice. Instead, my husband only screws other women and lies about it. I don’t mind if he’s with other women, but he won’t share them with me. He won’t share his life with me.”
“What are you talking about? You and dad do it all the time? How could he be cheating?”
She blinked in confusion and then smiled. “Ah… that’s right. He’s home most of the time these days, isn’t he? He’s been a very dutiful husband.”
Even though she said those words, something about her smile seemed fake. I could feel like she was putting on a front. I lowered my hands down and hugged her from behind. She let out a cute noise.
“Ah! H-Hakaru?” She turned to me.
Her fruit wine breath tickled my nose as my face sat only inches from hers.
“I don’t know what your problem with your father is, just know that I will always be yours.”
“Oh…” Her eyes teared up, “Oh, Hakaru…”
Her face started to lean towards mine. Just as her lips touched mine, my hands tightened. Her mouth opened and she let out a moan.
“Ahhhnnn… H-H-Hakaru!” She made a very erotic noise that confused me.
I looked down and realized my hands had slipped all the way down and into her robe. I had her breasts in my hand, and I was squeezing them with my hands. She was looking up at me with half-closed eyes, red cheeks, and a very erotic expression. Furthermore, I was rock hard, and it was pressing against the back of her shoulders in a very obvious way.
My eyes landed on her bottle of wine on the table. Didn’t she say she just opened it? The bottle was nearly empty! Mom was much drunker than she let on! I can’t believe I was feeling up my drunk mom! I was really scum.
I pulled my hands out of her robe and then tried to help her back to standing position. It was at this point I realized she could barely stand.
“Hakaru… baby… I love you so much.” She said. “Please make me yours.”
“Okay, mom…” I panted, trying to help her into her bedroom now.
Her hand had reached out, and she was stroking my boner through the pants. It really was too much. I wanted nothing more than to push her down. My only saving grace was dad wasn’t home to see this. As to where he was, I had no guess.
“I don’t love him. I never did. Please claim me.” She dizzily moaned as I tossed her on the bed.
“You’re drunk, mom,” I said, taking a breath as I tried to get control of myself. Mom was lying on the bed now in a very lewd way, her robe exposing one tit and her legs open exposing everything else.
“When you make your harem… please leave room for mommy.” She said, looking up at me blearily.
She gave a smile. This one looked real and genuine. “Bring me lots of sisters. I’ll teach them how to make Hakaru very happy.”
Her head flopped back, and her eyes started to close. I used the opportunity to flee the room. I shut the door, leaning back against it and breathing hard. What the hell just happened? I could barely keep my hands off her and vice versa? In a single night, I went from a loving boyfriend to a two-timing guy who’d even fuck his own mother! Just who the hell was I?