By the time I woke up, it was already noon. The space beside me on the bed was empty, but I didn't think much of it.
Humming a tune, I made my way to the bathroom, freshened up, and got dressed.
Stepping out of the guest room, I grabbed a bottle of chilled water from the fridge and took a long, satisfying gulp. Just then Aunt Ayaka, who might have sensed me outside, walked out of the kitchen and greeted me with a smile.
"Good morning, Ren. You're up? Come, sit at the table, breakfast is almost ready."
She spoke in her usual, casual tone, as if nothing had happened between us last night. But I still saw a little blush on her cheeks as she looked at me for a long time.
When I gave her a sly smile and started to approach, she instantly flustered and froze in place. Then, with a quick glance and subtle eye movements, she signaled to me that Shouya was already awake and could come down at any moment.
It wasn't safe.
Understanding her message, I didn't push further and simply gave a small nod, which made her instantly relieved.
But just as she relaxed, I quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close, and with my other hand, gave her breast a gentle squeeze. Before she could react, I planted a quick kiss on her lips, then let go and darted off toward the dining area.
Of course, I didn't go far. I hid around the corner and peeked back, watching her snap out of her stunned state as her face flushed deep red.
She stomped her foot, then hissed softly, probably from the pain, and slowly turned back toward the kitchen.
Watching her like that, I couldn't help but be impressed by her.
'This is the difference between a mature woman and a young girl.'
Since Aunt Ayaka had been fucked to the point of incontinence last night by me, causing her pussy to be red and swollen and her body utterly exhausted, I knew she wouldn't even be able to walk properly.
And yet, like the responsible woman she was, she didn't ask to be pampered like a young girl. Instead, she got up before me, likely took some painkillers to ease the pain, and pushed herself through the discomfort.
Even now, her steps were unsteady, her thighs slightly spread to avoid friction and minimize the soreness, but still, she was in the kitchen, working to prepare food.
'Really, such a good woman. She needs to be fucked and loved more.'
Feeling a rush of emotion, I decided that next time, I must pour even more of my love into her pussy.
With that thought, I moved to the dining area.
Not long after, Aunt Ayaka arrived carrying a heaping platter of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, golden hash browns, sausages, and stacks of pancakes topped with berries, and a bowl of fresh fruit salad, along with coffee and juice, and placed everything on the dining table.
I had to say she really overdid herself and made quite a lot of food.
Speaking of overdoing herself, earlier, since she'd been wearing an apron, I hadn't noticed. But now, with the apron off, I could clearly see that she was only wearing a loose white T-shirt.
The problem was, it was made of transparent silk. And under the morning light, I once again saw her breasts wrapped in a black bra, even more clearly than before.
Seeing that so soon after waking up made my throat dry.
'Is she tempting me?'
Just as I was entertaining that thought and considering taking a small risk to show her how much I appreciated her effort, Shouya came downstairs, walked over to the dining table, and glanced at the two of us.
Then, with a careless tone, he said:
"Mom, what happened to your usual suspender shirt? And, by the way, I can totally see your underwear through this one."
"What are you saying in front of Ren?!" Aunt Ayaka shot back with an angry voice and a flushed face.
"Ah? Ren's not an outsider. What's the big deal? Besides, it's not like it's the first time he's seen my mom dressed like this…"
"Damn, you brat! One of these days, you'll drive me to an early grave. Just eat. I'm going to change."
"My mom's so careless… doesn't give a damn… Hmph, and Ren, you call yourself my friend? Not even waiting for me? Going to finish eating without me? You shameless villain."
I couldn't help but grumble inwardly that this kid really knew how to kill the mood. But he was my stepson now, and as a dependable stepfather, I had to let it slide. So I ignored him and focused on eating.
Once Aunt Ayaka returned wearing more conservative clothes, we began eating together quietly. Well, more accurately, she ate with me.
All her attention was on serving and caring for me, and she barely looked at Shouya the entire time.
"Hiss… Sometimes, I swear my mom cares more about you than she does about me," Shouya muttered. "She didn't even ask what I wanted to eat; she just kept thinking about you."
"Hey, come on. I'm a guest. Isn't that normal?" I replied with a casual shrug. "Anyway, stop talking nonsense. If Aunt Ayaka hears you again, you might really be in trouble."
Once I was almost done eating, my phone rang suddenly. Seeing that it was a reminder I set, I didn't wait any longer; instead, I stood up decisively and pushed in my chair. "I've got something to do, so I'll be leaving now. Thanks for the meal and taking care of me, Auntie."
Seeing me ready to leave in such a hurry, Aunt Ayaka couldn't help but ask out loud.
"When will you come again?"
"Whenever I miss you… or whenever you miss me… Just give me a call. Hehe."
With a final, meaningful chuckle, I left Shouya's house and headed toward my next destination.
'Time to go see my mother. Ah! I just can't wait to taste her.'