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He replied, subtly seductive, "Watch all you want, Ma'am."
Eri noticed it. Few people have been less transparent. She was very much aware of the change in Sean's words and tone, but she didn't want to misunderstand or misplace them.
So she said nothing.
Eri watched the young man expertly flip the skewers on the grill as he dipped the bristles of the brush with the sauce. He then slathered it all over the barbecued meat, stealing occasional glances at her from the corner of his eyes. Eri shifted her body's balance, shamefully getting wet at the heated eye contact.
Suddenly, as she was watching him, Sean changed the way he held the brush. He rearranged his grip and held the top half of the wooden handle between his index and middle fingers, leaving it partially open in the bottom. Still maintaining that sexually charged eye contact with the beautiful mother, Sean leaned down and tilted his head on the side -- allowing Eri to see him part his lips to suck on the tip.
The same part she used to tease her wet pussy.
He licked circles all over the wooden handle and lovingly kissed the area with his tongue, as if it were his lover's lips.
Whether those lips were the ones on her face or somewhere else was the question.
Sean could barely believe he was doing this. Where he got the guts to actually put this into action, he didn't know. The only thing presiding over his movements right now was his earnest desire for her. For the woman in front of him.
The mother shuddered.
Sean wasn't exactly being subtle around this. Eri wasn't stupid.
He lapped it up with the tip of his tongue as if he wanted her to see. In fact, he was heatedly looking at her while he did so.
Taunting her. Wondering how she'd react.
She stared back at the young man.
The way he lecherously teased that handle with his fingers like he knew its dirty little secret only suggested one thing.
He saw her.
Fuck.
She didn't lock the door, so he probably saw and heard her. His name on her lips.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This was bad. This was really, really bad.
Anxiety coursed through her veins as her knees grew weak. The young man was crossing some sort of line here, and she wasn't so sure she could fight him off.
Truthfully, she's not worried at all that he'll spread rumors around the entire neighborhood -- or even tell her son about it.
Why? Because she knew Sean. She knew what kind of person he was. She knew because he basically grew up under her watchful eyes
He wouldn't do that. He couldn't even stand by and watch bullies pile up on a Japanese boy who, at the time, didn't want any help from his mother. She knew this because that was how Eri met him -- seeing her son with a young boy; returning home all roughed up, yes, but happy.
She knew for sure Sean wouldn't use that flimsy brush to hurt her, let alone a secret as destructive as this. Not a chance.
Even Eri was somewhat surprised by the amount of trust she felt towards him.
The kind of fundamental trust necessary for good sex.
Fuck.
Her anxiety came from the fact that her body desired him -- and she had a very honest body.
Now that this opportunity presented itself, Eri struggled with a tempestuous inner turmoil.
Should she do it with him...? Just once?
No, she couldn't do this with Sean. He was just a boy! Granted, he was the one seducing her, but he didn't know any better.
These types of situations always end up turning into one of those messy hookups that both parties completely lose themselves in -- right before hurting in the process of trying to navigate through it. There's no way she'd throw a 19-year-old into that mess.
Sean gave the wooden handle one last peck before stopping. Following which, he licked his lips and mumbled, "Mmm, yum."
People who didn't know the situation would assume he meant the barbecue. Eri knew better. The look in his eyes were explicitly saying he wasn't talking about the barbecue; Sean wasn't even looking at the meat skewers.
Her cheeks couldn't help but turn red. It was a novel experience -- seeing a cute, sweet boy you knew as a kid turn into such a sexually attractive deviant. Unfortunately, she couldn't revel in it. Countless thoughts bore through the Japanese woman's mind.
How was she even going to approach this? What does she need to do to make sure he never says a word to her son by accident? How would she escape this situation?
Do I even want to?
Eri scolded herself inwardly. Yes, of course she does. She has to. There shouldn't be any doubt about that. Her son's friend was off limits. She was a sexual deviant herself, but that didn't mean she didn't have boundaries.
Boundaries are looking way too sweet to cross right now, though.
"Agreed. The.... barbecue is definitely coming around. I'm sure we'll be able to eat in a minute," she muttered quietly to redirect the conversation, anxious over the million possibilities of this really weird scenario.
Seeing her so fidgety and tense made Sean do a double take.
Like a splash of cold water, logic returned to his mind as he considered the potential consequences of what he was doing.
What was he doing?
He was clearly making Eri feel uncomfortable. He never wanted this reaction from her. She looked so uneasy. Plus, Hibiki was right there. Not only was he being an asshole to a kind mother, he was also being a shitty friend. Fantasies were one thing.
Reality was another.
The hot mother may fantasize about him, but that didn't mean she wanted to fuck him.
That's what happens when you think with your dick, Sean thought.
He took a step back and forcefully glued his eyes to the barbecue for the first time before apologizing, "I understand, Ma'am. I...I'm so sorry. For my behavior."
Eri was inwardly flabbergasted. She was expecting a lot more push back on his side. He was young and virile after all. This was the age where teenagers couldn't think of anything but sex. Plus, she was confident with her figure. Eri was sexy and fit because she took care of her body.
But the man seemed to sense her apprehension as if it were his own and immediately stopped -- like the considerate kid he had always been.
That was supposed to be a good thing, but Eri couldn't find it in herself to be happy. She shook her head and chased the thoughts of ecstasy away.
The truth is, she wanted him to just rip off her clothes right then and there without any regard for her son or the fact that they were partially outside. She wanted him to take her by force. Pin her by the table and ravage the fuck out of her.
The young mother bit her lips before watching him from afar. Sean was actually similarly attracted to her.
The masculine body she had always fantasized about was this close to her reach....
Knowing he felt the same way made her a lot more hungry for him.
Meanwhile, Sean was trying to distract himself with the barbecue. Hibiki's voice talking in the background only further cemented the realization that he couldn't do this. No matter how attracted he was to Eri, he couldn't sleep with her.
He'd lose Hibiki if he ever found out about these thoughts, let alone what was happening.
The two remained quiet for the next few minutes, consumed by the sound of their own thoughts.
Despite their strong urge to break the silence, neither could find the right words to express what was on their minds. How could they? What they wanted was so... taboo. Dirty.
Some people would even say vile.
While the boys continued to happily chat in the background, the tension between them hung in the air like a heavy cloud. It made it difficult to breathe, even more so than the smoke coming out of the grill.
More importantly, it felt like there was a bubble separating the two groups in between. The differences between conversations about sports, video games, and teenage stuff over thoughts of hot, immoral sex were accentuated even further.
"Ma'am, these are ready. So... yeah. I'll get the, um, plates."
"Right."
Sean gave her the brush before running out to get the paper plates. He made sure to avoid looking at her directly in the eyes.
Evidently, he had no amount of self control when it came to her. He knew that now. Sean had to watch himself even further.
Eri squeezed the handle between her fingers.
This handle.... was toyed with by the young man's tongue not too long ago. The realization made her heart skip a bit. She suddenly remembered the multiple ways Sean tenderly kissed it.
God, she wished it was her pussy instead.
What would his tongue feel like? Lashing against her skin, gently kissing the surface....
"Here are the plates, Ma'am."
She woke up to her erratic thoughts and replied, "Thanks."
He stared at her for a while before coming to his senses.
"Um, yeah. You're welcome. I'll be.... there at the table. Call us if you n-need anything," he stuttered.
Eri watched him leave. It was such an irresponsible teenage thing to do -- to leave her burning like this. She wondered if he even knew what kind of effect he had on her. Judging from his expression, he probably didn't.
But she came through. She marched down there, brought the plates full of barbecue, and sat down like nothing was wrong.
It took an inhumane amount of energy from her, but she did it.
She opened her mouth and brought the meat skewers down, one by one, occasionally stealing glances at the young man across her.
Sean ate even more than her, as if he completely forgot what had happened in the back. While everyone complimented her cooking, however, Sean stayed quiet. He didn't look at her once -- which hurt a little considering his reaction was one of the things she was really looking forward to.
Sean always had something to say about her cooking.
But she hid her disappointment.
Perhaps things really had permanently changed between them.
"This tastes amazing, Mom!" Hibiki told her as he downed an entire glass of water. Free and Ivaneski eagerly nodded in agreement.
"Thanks, honey," she said, trying to fake a smile.
Eri thought otherwise, putting down the last meat stick on her plate.
She thought it would taste better than this.
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After the early dinner, Sean immediately stood up to clean the table. The three, on the other hand, decided to walk around and play catch to "force their stomachs to settle down."
Eri looked at the responsible young man who stayed behind to help. He still avoided her gaze like a plague.
But she stayed quiet.
It was a little over 8pm when Fred and Ivaneski decided to head home. Sean felt the odd man out so he told Hibiki he'll be leaving too.
He nodded, turning to his mom as he spoke, "Mom, I'll walk them home. Is that all right?"
"Of course."
As they left the house, Eri and Sean's gaze met for the first time since the... incident.
He waved his hand slightly. "Thank you for today, Ma'am," Sean said without any of his previous warmth and smile.
But that was the only time he acknowledged her existence in the past few hours, and Eri was grateful for it
Then he left before she could say it back -- and it all came crashing down again. She wondered if this was the new norm. Was he going to walk on eggshells around her forever?
A huge wave of emptiness befell Eri as she thought about the future.
Meanwhile, Sean was outside, trying to fight the urge to go back in there and apologize.
It hurt to treat the young mother this way, but he didn't feel like he had a choice. He crossed a line.
And now he was only suffering the consequences of his actions. Eri herself was probably relieved she didn't have to talk to him.
He stared at his three good friends and said, "Hey, guys. I don't feel so good. Do you mind if I just call it a night? I think I'll head to the convenience store and buy... something. You know, to drink before heading home."
He actually planned on buying a cigarette, but no one knew he smoked -- not even his best friend.
He didn't habitually do it, of course. In fact, he hated the smell of cigarettes.
Still, he did crave it on particularly bad days.
Sean pointed in the opposite direction and explained that the convenience store was that way.
Hibiki looked at him worriedly before asking, "What's up, man? You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I just want to be alone for a while before heading home."
With an understanding nod, Hibiki raised his hand for a fist-bump. He knew about Sean's anxiety, so he made sure to give him some space whenever he needed it.
Sean smiled and bumped fists with him.
"Okay. See you tomorrow then."
"Thanks, Hibi. I'll see you guys." Sean waved his hand goodbye before walking away.
It wasn't until a few blocks away when he realized he didn't have his phone on him.
Was it back on the house?
He walked back, slightly apprehensive about seeing Eri again -- to the point where he slightly debated if he needed his phone in the first place.
Sean sighed. Maybe if he was careful, he could go in and get out without being caught.
"Looking for this?" Eri said, his phone in her outstretched hand as she leaned on the kitchen wall.
Well, that didn't work.
"Yeah -- yes. Thank you," Sean stammered. He reached out his hand to grab it. Unfortunately, Eri didn't plan on making this easy.
She avoided his hand and turned away from him.
"You left it on the table."
Sean thought about it for a moment before finally remembering. He was tidying up the plates on the table and put his phone down. He probably never grabbed it back.
The young man quietly agreed with a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood, "That... makes sense. I remember now. Stupid forgetful me -- "
"Why did you help?" she interrupted.
"What?"
You could've played with the boys, but you helped me clean up."
"Well, you cooked. That was the r-right thing to do -- "
"You... could've stayed upstairs, but you had to go down and peep on me. Was that also the right thing to do?" she sharply retorted.
Sean's eyes briefly displayed immense guilt, and she saw it.
"I -- "
"I hate this. I hate this so much, Sean."
"What's wrong? What do you hate?"
Is it me?
Sean's heart panged as he tried to calm her down, "I understand if you don't want to see me again, Ma'am."
"No, you fucking idiot!"
Sean flinched. That was probably the first time he heard the woman curse.
"I don't want you ignoring me! I don't want you never going back here again and talking to me. I... "
"Ma'am -- "
"Don't fucking call me that. Call me by my name, you coward!"
"Eri."
Tears started to drip down her cheeks as Eri's voice gradually quietened down, "Do you hate me now because I'm a pervert?"
Sean shook his head adamantly. "No! Fuck, no! That's not it. Eri, look at me."
His feet, which were stuck on the floor, instinctually walked towards the young mother as he reached out to comfort her.
Like she had been waiting for it her whole life, Eri's body curled up as she molded into the shape of his embrace.
Suddenly, the space between them ceased to exist. As their skin touched, they finally knew what the other was feeling -- which was weird. How could a simple touch make them understand each other more than their own words could?
How could mere skin contact feel so goddamn good?
Sean could feel her tears start to permeate through his shirt -- her hot breath on his chest.
Simultaneously, Eri could feel his big arms and shoulders easily take her in like no one had ever done before. She felt so comfortable in his embrace.
Which made her horny, of course.
"I'm sorry, Eri. For looking. That wasn't cool."
She sobs quietly in response. Sean was a good kid -- he was way too good for her.
Meanwhile, the "good kid" slowly grew hard from this intimate hug.
He couldn't help it. He could feel her nipples poking through her shirt and his skin.
"If you're a pervert, then I'm probably worse," Sean said after a while. The young mother laughed, completely doubting that.
Afraid that she'd notice, he retracted his embrace and played it off.
But unlike his expectations, she had noticed it already -- and she was looking right at it.
He followed her gaze and groaned, "I'm... sorry about that too. I promise I can't control it."
Silence permeated through the atmosphere. They both stared at each other, feeling each other's presence.
Maybe they'll be fine after all, thought Sean.
"I'll blow you if you promise not to say a word about any of this to Hibiki.
The words reverberated in that empty kitchen room and went straight to his ears, breaking his wishful thinking.
He didn't understand immediately. It was so sudden, so outlandish that he couldn't have possibly heard her right.
"Excuse me?" he mumbled blankly.
She repeated with a louder, more hurried voice, "I'm saying I'll suck you off if you promise not to tell anyone about what you saw in my room. No, did you t-take pictures? Let's make a deal. Delete them and I'll let you do whatever you want with me."
He looked at her with a mixture of hurt and anger that she could even think for a second he was the type of person who'd do that.
"Hold on, Eri. Calm down. I'm not blackmailing you. I won't tell anyone. Ever. Why would you even say, no, think that? Fucking hell -- pictures? What guy in their right mind would take pictures and use them to threaten you? You saw me grow up! I would never do that. Trust me, what happened here won't ever get out. Ever. Not from me. Not ever! I don't want to lose my friend too -- "
She shook her head erratically, frustrated that he wasn't getting it.
"No, you don't understand -- "
He shook his head, interrupting her, "No, I do. Eri. Now you listen to me. I will never -- "
Sean paused at the sight of her crying, begging.
"Please, Sean. Threaten me. Please. Just.... pretend. No, blackmail me for real."
"....What?"
"I d-don't want to hurt my son. So threaten me. Don't give me a choice. Please. Because then I'll be a good mother. Can you do that for me, please? Please, baby."
Eri's whimpers of the word "baby" sent shivers down his spine. He had never been called that. Coming from anyone except her, he may have even been a little insulted.
But finally, he understood.
She was begging him.
This was her last resort. Everything was all for this -- this conclusion.
He even doubted if he actually forgot his phone. Maybe she took it from the table as soon as she saw it.
It was a selfish thing to do, putting the moral implications of this situation completely on his back.
But his mind quietened. Thoughts seemingly erased, he stared into her watery eyes.
He knew, without a doubt in his mind, that he was willing to carry this weight if it meant having her. If it meant her subservience and joy. If it meant he could hold her.
Fuck her.
He placed his fingers on her cheeks and inwardly curled it on the cleft of her ass, tucking her short leggings directly in between. Sean couldn't see it, but he didn't have to for him to know how tempting it must look like.
The sports leggings were probably accentuating her creamy ass fully, tightly holding on to her skin like adhesive glue.
It made him dizzy just by thinking about it.
Sean smirked, his tone completely different from before, "You're a fucking slut, aren't you? Calling my name out like that while rubbing yourself...."
Eri shivered. "Yes."
"But I bet my cock can make you scream my name even better."
He grabbed her shoulder and gently pushed her down.
"Yes."
She let him, her knees hitting the cold, hard ceramic tiles of her own kitchen as she felt boundless gratitude towards Sean for doing this.
"If you.... If you don't want any word of this out to your son, I suggest you make me feel really good, you slutty excuse of a mother," he spat mercilessly and Eri could barely see the kindness she knew for certainty was his nature.
