Kyouko stepped inside, with Haruki trailing close behind.
He couldn't help glancing at her as she walked ahead, the gentle sway of her hips, that graceful, elegant stride.
And that ass.
They climbed the stairs together. Once they reached the top, Kyouko turned left toward her room, while Haruki veered right to his.
Haruki opened the door and was about to head inside.
"Haruki?"
He turned to find Kyouko smiling at him. His heart raced. That pure, radiant smile of hers.
"Yes, Kyouko-san?"
"Once you finish your shower, come downstairs for breakfast."
Haruki nodded. "Okay, Kyouko-san."
He watched her slip into her room, then entered his the moment her door clicked shut.
Once inside his room, Haruki exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. His mind kept replaying that moment.
The moment when Kyouko fell on top of him and their lips nearly touched.
What if their lips had actually touched? How would it have felt? How would she taste? And what would've happened if he hadn't frozen there, if he'd kissed her back instead?
Haruki chuckled.
What the hell am I even thinking?
She's your mother-in-law, Haruki. Don't be crazy.
He sighed, grabbed a towel, and headed to the shower.
Maybe a cold shower could calm me down.
Meanwhile, inside Kyouko's room.
She still felt embarrassed that the accident had happened.
How could I be that careless? Stupid me.
I'm sure Haruki would feel awkward. An old lady like me fell on top of him during exercise.
She remembered how close their lips had been. Her finger moved to her lips.
Kyouko shook her head hard.
Don't think about it, Kyouko. Are you an idiot? He's your son-in-law. Your own daughter's husband.
Her mind replayed that moment again.
Their lips were inches apart. What if they had touched?
Snap out of it, Kyouko. If that had really happened, he would only have felt awkward. You're older, and it would've just embarrassed him.
Kyouko exhaled softly, reached for her towel, headed out of her room, and went into the bathroom next door.
She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away her lingering embarrassment.
After finishing, she followed her usual beauty routine, carefully applying hair serum, skincare, and body lotion to maintain her youthful appearance. It was a habit she had kept for years. While her hands rubbed the lotion into her skin, her mind wandered.
How long have I been doing this? Exercising, caring for my skin, preserving my youth. For what?
She paused, remembering how it had all started.
After giving birth to Satomi, Satoshi never once kissed her or touched her. Sex? None.
At first, she thought maybe it was because Satoshi didn't like sagging skin.
And so she started exercising, taking care of her skin, finding suitable skincare products that fit her budget, and committing to her exercise and beauty routine in hopes of making her husband notice her again. She wanted him to look at her the way he used to, cherish her, care for her, love her, and want her.
But all he ever cared about was work, business, and money.
I wondered how long it had been since Satoshi and I had sex.
The last time was before Satomi was born. We stopped having sex when I got pregnant. Satomi was... 26 years old now.
Had it really been that long?
I'd already forgotten what a penis felt like inside me. We might still sleep in the same room, but Satoshi never hugged me while we slept. I'd asked him for sex, but his answers were always the same. Tired, busy, or needed to wake up early.
Kyouko sighed.
Was it because she wasn't beautiful anymore?
Kyouko stared at her reflection, her fingers hovering against her cheek. Maybe her body was aging. Maybe she wasn't as attractive as she used to be.
Was she no longer desirable? Not appealing enough?
Maybe it was her breasts. Had they lost their firmness? Started to sag?
Or perhaps her stomach? Was it no longer flat and toned like before?
Maybe her body had gained fat in the wrong places. Or was it just loose skin? Kyouko turned her body to check in the mirror.
Maybe her thighs? No longer smooth? Or did they look weird?
Kyouko turned her back toward the long mirror. Did her butt look ugly?
She turned and checked, kept checking, until she gave up.
She exhaled softly.
Kyouko wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still warm from the shower, and headed toward her room.
As she reached the hallway, she noticed Haruki stepping out of his room at the same time.
"Oh, Haruki… Just wait downstairs. I'll finish up first and head down after this," she said with a gentle smile, adjusting the towel around her head.
Haruki froze.
Kyouko in her towel. And when she raised her hand to adjust the towel on her head, her armpit was showing.
It was clean, smooth. No lines, no hair.
Her smooth shoulders caught the light, along with the delicate curve of her upper chest and the deep valley between her breasts. But it wasn't just that. The fabric barely covered the swell of her hips, hinting at the shape of her thighs beneath.
A sight no man could resist. A woman fresh out of the shower, her skin glistening with warmth, wrapped in a towel that barely covered anything.
"Haruki?" Kyouko tilted her head, confused.
"Ah... yes, Kyouko-san?"
She stepped closer and placed her hand on his forehead. "You okay?"
"Ah... no... it's just... I was thinking about my work."
"Oh... okay~" Kyouko smiled. "Just head downstairs and wait for me in the kitchen. This won't take long."
She turned and walked into her room, the gentle sway of her hips disappearing behind the door.
Haruki let out a long exhale and noticed Kyouko's room door wasn't closed properly.
A dangerous thought crept into his mind.
Just a few steps. That's all it would take.
The door to Kyouko's room was right there. All I need is a few steps. Just a little. Just enough to see...
No.
If Kyouko caught me peeking, it would be over.
Haruki shook his head hard, trying to rattle the thoughts loose.
I don't want to ruin anything.
He forced himself to turn away and head downstairs, every step heavy, his body tense and his mind still clouded with the image of her wrapped in nothing but a towel.
He sat on the couch and pulled out his phone, scrolling through social media to distract himself.
But the image refused to leave him.
Kyouko...
It replayed again and again in his mind, the smoothness of her skin, the soft glow of the morning light on her damp shoulders, the towel clinging to her body and hinting at everything it hid.
She was so beautiful.
How...?
How could she look like that? How could a woman in her forties carry such a body, smooth, flawless, perfectly shaped?
He remembered the way the towel framed her breasts, the faint outline of her toned stomach, the soft curves of her thighs beneath the fabric. Even the delicate motion of her hand adjusting her hair had revealed the graceful smoothness of her skin.
Haruki swallowed hard, his breath ragged and uneven.
Then a darker thought took hold.
What did her pussy look like?
That towel barely covered anything. Just a thin scrap of fabric shielding what lay beneath. He imagined peeling it away, revealing everything: her bare skin, her soft, delicate folds. Was she neatly trimmed? Smooth? Completely natural?
His cock hardened at the thought.
Haruki squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled sharply.
Shit.
Was it because it'd been so long since he had sex with Satomi?
Was that why he was getting aroused by this?
This was bad.
Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and focused on his phone, drowning himself in mindless videos. Anything to stop his mind from wandering where it shouldn't.
( End Of Chapter )