In the small first-floor bathroom without a separate bathtub, my breath mingles with my mother’s.
“Y-you want me to press here…?”
My mother and I stood in a back-hug pose reminiscent of lovers. She was pressed tightly against my back, her arms stretched forward and resting gently on my stomach.
And to allow her hand to fully touch my skin, I had lifted my skirt, exposing my lower body and navel.
It was an awkward and embarrassing position. My face grew hotter as the wave of shame washed over me.
“Did that saintess do this to you?”
At my mother’s sharp voice, I nodded silently. A heavy silence flowed for a moment, and then my mother gently stroked my head and spoke.
“Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I’ll help you.”
“Th-thank you.”
“Is this the right position to press? Is it okay if I don’t sit?”
“Yes, I always did it like this…”
“O-okay.”
The sound of her swallowing dryly was clearly audible from behind.
My mother’s fingers slowly traced circles below my navel.
“Should I press here…?”
I nodded. At the same time, her slender, delicate fingers gently pressed into my lower abdomen.
Slowly, tenderly.
But that was it.
Her overly cautious fingers pressed briefly and weakly before retreating.
“Is this okay…?”
“……”
My mother looked at me with worried eyes, but her touch was so faint that I couldn’t feel anything.
“Can you… press a little harder…?”
“Harder…? How much?”
Her question made me hesitate for a moment.
What did Lillian do?
She didn’t care about my reactions. Even when I begged her to stop, she mercilessly pressed my lower abdomen.
Until I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Tell me, daughter, what should I do?”
“Be… rough with me.”
No answer came. When I turned my head slightly in confusion, I met my mother’s wide, startled blue eyes.
“Be… rough?”
“Yes… as much as you cherish me, be rough with me…”
“Th-that…”
“Is it… not okay?”
“B-but, daughter. I can’t be rough with you—”
“Y-you can be as rough as you want, Mother…”
For a moment, my mother’s focus seemed to blur.
She stared at me blankly for a while before biting her lip.
“Are you really okay with this?”
“…Yes.”
And finally, her fingers moved again.
Squish—
Unlike before, her fingers dug deep into my lower abdomen.
“Ah…!”
The sudden intensity made my waist jerk. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as a dizzying sensation spread from my lower abdomen throughout my body.
And at the same time, the culmination of the shame I had been holding back began to trickle between my legs.
I quickly lowered myself before my underwear could get any wetter. My mother, as if entranced, looked down at the space between my legs.
“M-Mother…”
“……”
“Mother…?”
“Y-yes?”
Her reaction was startled. Her face was as red as mine.
She must feel disgusted and embarrassed too. I couldn’t imagine how much she must hate having to help her adult daughter with something like this.
Yet, she endured the shame and stepped forward for me. I was so grateful, yet so guilty.
“…Haa.”
A rough breath came from behind. My mother was still looking between my legs. Her eyes seemed a little unfocused.
“Can I… press more?”
“Yes, please… press my lower abdomen roughly until you’re tired of it…”
“……”
No answer came. Instead, her fingers dug deep into my lower abdomen once more.
It didn’t stop at once. Unlike before, she pressed repeatedly without regard for my reactions.
“Ah—! Y-yes!”
My body grew hotter as the physiological phenomenon overflowed. With each press of my mother’s hand, a faint trickle fell.
Squish— Squish—
Her fingers moved tirelessly, repeating the motion. The intensity wasn’t much different from Lillian’s. No, it was even more stimulating than Lillian’s touch.
Perhaps because she was the one who gave birth to this body. It was as if she knew exactly where to touch to make my body react.
“Ah! Mother… yes…”
To anyone else, this would be a vulgar and absurd situation.
But if I said I felt happy because of my mother’s love and affection even in this situation, would that make me a pervert?
Squish— Squish—
Not long after my mother began pressing my abdomen roughly.
My anxious body began to reach its peak. A dizzying wave of sensation surged from my lower abdomen, as if trying to escape.
“Ah!”
Squish— Squish— Squish
“M-Mother, I… I can’t hold it anymore…”
“Leave it to me, daughter. Let it out comfortably.”
Was it my imagination? My mother’s boiling voice sounded almost angry.
But I had no room to consider her feelings. The physiological instincts I had been suppressing were now bursting out uncontrollably.
“Ah, Mother… I… I can’t… anymore…”
As if responding to my words, my mother pressed my lower abdomen with even more force than before.
“Ah—?!”
It felt as if her fingers had reached deep inside me, touching a secret place within my belly.
A sensation so dizzying it felt like my brain was paralyzed. The last bit of strength holding my waist gave way.
“Ah, ah, ah…! Mother…”
My waist trembled violently.
A clear trickle appeared. Some of it weakly wet my legs.
The sound of the trickle hitting the bathroom water echoed in the space. Apart from that, there was only my excited moaning.
Even as the trickle continued, my mother gently stroked my abdomen without a word.
“M-Mother…”
“It’s okay, daughter. Don’t be ashamed.”
“Ah, yes…”
At the end of a long time filled only with the sound of water, my weakened body melted to the floor. My mother silently caught me from behind.
She lifted my head. If I leaned forward just a bit, our lips would touch.
I could clearly feel my mother’s breath. It carried a faint scent of jasmine.
The mingling of our breaths raised the temperature around us. The bathroom mirror was already completely fogged.
“Are you feeling better?”
My mother’s voice was quiet, but it carried a subtle warmth.
“…Yes, thanks to you.”
My answer was half-truthful.
It was true that my body felt much lighter than before. But the sense of liberation I felt deep inside wasn’t the same as with Lillian.
Even though I knew the reason, I couldn’t tell my mother.
My gaze naturally drifted to her lips. Thick, smooth, and captivating like red petals.
I stared at her lips for a while before feeling my face burn and hurriedly lowering my head.
I couldn’t possibly say it.
If I wanted it to be the same as with Lillian, I would have to kiss her while she pressed my lower abdomen.
How could I say something like that?
“From now on, leave things like this to me.”
“Huh?”
“I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you like this.”
I understood my mother’s feelings. The request I had made to her was not something an ordinary person would do. It was no wonder she felt this way.
“Mother… do you find me disgusting?”
“Disgusting?”
My mother’s eyes wavered for a moment before she frowned.
“Don’t say such things. My lovely daughter could never be disgusting. No, rather—”
She suddenly stopped speaking and looked at me with trembling eyes. I quietly waited for her next words, but she seemed to decide against speaking.
“Daughter, no matter what you do, I will always love you. So don’t hesitate to ask me anything.”
My mother gently brushed my hair behind my ear. Her bright smile melted my heart and momentarily lifted the heavy thoughts.
Really, could I ask her anything?
Then, what if next time…
‘Have I gone mad?’
Even for a moment, thinking about kissing my mother was disgusting.
There are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. No matter how Lillian had conditioned me with kisses and lower abdomen stimulation, I couldn’t ask my mother for something like that.
Instead, maybe this request would be okay.
“Then… can I sleep with you tonight?”
In the past, my mother had always liked having me by her side. I believed she would agree with that warm smile again.
“……”
But contrary to my expectations, my mother silently looked at me for a while. Her expression held emotions I couldn’t easily read.
It took a long time before she finally answered.
“…Okay.”
Why?
My mother wasn’t looking at me.
Was she… angry?
