Jaxon Carter Hayes, (21) a handsome and well-educated young man, had to undergo routine treatment at a psychiatric hospital in M city.
Family problems were the trigger. It was suspected that the man who would later become the sole heir to the Carter family's wealth could not bear the heavy burden on his mind, and was repeatedly hit with emotional and mental stress.
What kind of image is this?
It just flashed through my mind without permission.
No way!
I can definitely handle all of this!
Alone! I said in my heart.
For me, the greatest motivator is myself, just like those fictional hero characters who always fight evil monsters alone.
While keeping an eye on the bathroom door, I raised both hands and slapped my cheeks hard.
Whatever it takes, I have to be ready to open my eyes to see what will appear before me later.
Fifteen minutes isn't a long time. But it felt extremely long for me, waiting with such a mess of feelings.
The bathroom door handle started to move. A sign that someone was coming out from there.
My eyes widened, cold sweat covered my face, and my heart was beating so hard it felt like it pumped blood all the way to my head.
"Damn it..!! Come here you..!!"
THUD..! CRASH..!
"Die you..!! Son of a bitch..!! Come here you damn bastard..!! You dog!!"
THUD.. WHAM.. THUD.. WHAM.. THUD!
I punched the guy so hard that he was thrown against the bathroom door. And I kept hitting and beating him without mercy, until his innocent face turned swollen and battered.
My emotions were out of control.
"Stop it, Jaxon... Stop..! It's Mom's fault, not his..!"
Mom shouted, pleading while holding my hand.
At that moment I didn't care about either of them, I pushed Mom until she fell back and hit the floor.
I went on a rampage, beating the man who had ruined my family even further.
"Hey hey hey..! Why are you doing this?! Stop, stop it." Dad said, stopping me.
Luckily, Dad came home at that moment and immediately stopped my rage toward the man. Otherwise, I might have lost control and ended his life.
Yeah.. Kevin.. my classmate.
It never crossed my mind that he would dare do all of this behind my back. Behind his quiet and stiff demeanor, Kevin turned out to be vile and depraved.
After I beat him until he bled and was saved by my father.
The neighbors started arriving along with the neighborhood head. Someone must have called them.
My house suddenly became crowded. Bagus also came to calm me down.
Kevin's parents came too, but not to defend him. Instead, they scolded him.
A small trial took place that evening at my house. Witnessed by many people. Mom and Kevin admitted they hadn't done anything yet. As a witness, I didn't want to say what actually happened.
If I told the truth, they would be forced to marry by the villagers. And for some reason, I didn't want that to happen.
My father and Kevin's parents agreed to resolve it through family mediation. But the villagers didn't simply accept that decision. They demanded that one of them leave the village so that such an incident wouldn't happen again.
Both families agreed. Especially my father; he seemed so eager to comply with the villagers' wishes.
My Mother would be the one to leave. And I would be the one to take her out of the village. Then the case was officially closed.
That night after the trial, My Mother and I immediately left for the city. My car felt a bit different, apparently My Mom wasn't lying about the accident she mentioned.
I glanced at My Mom's elbow as she sat beside me, her wound still faintly visible.
On one hand I was grateful she wasn't badly injured. She looked like she had fully recovered, and now she would live with me. But on the other hand, I felt angry at her.
I thought we shared the same feelings, I even considered her my first girlfriend.
But I was wrong. Damn it! This jealousy just wouldn't go away. Especially since the other person was Kevin, who I had always envied for being a bit more popular than me back in high school.
From home to the apartment, I didn't say a word to my mom.
I parked the car, then grabbed a blanket and pillow. Then I slept on the sofa.
"Mom knows you're angry with Mom... Forgive Mom, okay, dear? I've disappointed you..." Mom said as she sat in front of me.
I remained silent, covering my face with the blanket so Mom would go to my room quickly.
"You really don't want to give Mom a chance to explain everything?" she continued.
"Hmm… okay, Mom knows you need time…" she said, then went into her room.
Why did Mom come with me? She could have gone back to her parents' house. Besides, she's not my biological mother.
Could it be that Mom didn't want her family to know about this problem, which would only get worse if she went home?
Or could there be something behind it all? Could it be that Mom...
That night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Before I knew it, morning had arrived.
Fighting off sleepiness, my body weary and weak, I went out to walk around the neighborhood.
My intention was to find a bigger house, or at least one with two bedrooms.
After searching for a long time without finding a suitable house, I returned home for breakfast. The aroma of Mom's cooking wafted all the way to the front of the house.
Something felt off. I walked straight into the kitchen. As my hand reached for the plate to take some rice, suddenly one of my ears twitched. I heard a sound coming from inside the room. I put the plate back down to see what Mom was doing in there. The door was slightly open.
"Ahh… mmmh… yeah… right there… ahh—yeah…"
Before I could peek inside, my mother's moans echoed loudly in my ears. I tilted my head toward the bedroom door so my eyes could quickly catch and record what my mother was doing.
She was sitting back on the bed, holding and squeezing her own breasts under her kimono. Her legs were spread apart, and her hands were rubbing the middle of her crotch, still covered by thin underwear.
Her face was still a bit tired from not having showered yet. But she still looked so beautiful to me. Her hair was still wavy like the last time we had sex. Her eyes were closed, her eyebrows furrowed, and she was biting her lower lip.
"Eemmhh... yeahh... hmmm," she moaned softly.
There was a desire to enter and help her reach orgasm. But I remembered that I was still angry with Mom. I thought it was better to just let it be, to enjoy this beautiful show.
Mom stroked her own vagina for a long time, until it became clear that there was fluid soaking her underwear. Then Mom removed the barrier. She licked her two fingers and inserted them into the light brown, already wet opening.
She moved her fingers very quickly.
"Mmmhh… ahh, ahh… enghh…"
Soft moans escaped from her sweet lips.
A few minutes later, my mother pulled out both her breasts with their protruding nipples. Then she slapped them herself with her right hand.
Smack! "Ahh…" Smack! "Ohhh…"
The nipples swayed up and down. With a faint reddish hue around them. Her body writhed like a worm. She inserted two fingers into her vagina, vigorously and without stopping. Until her body tensed up, she squeezed her breasts tightly and screamed.
"Aaaaaaaah..."
Spurt… spurt…
Her body trembled as clear fluid gushed out of her vagina like someone urinating.
Then she smiled contentedly and began licking her fingers again.
I left after the show ended. Sneaking out, not wanting my mother to know that I had been watching her all along.