5 - Jack

But that's also there is to it. Mom admires me for being hard working and intelligent, as she says, and she loves me for being a 'good son.' 

No matter how much I wish I could make her fall in love with me, it's just not going to happen. Mom is, without a doubt, the most reasonable and responsible person I've ever known in my entire life. Even if I confessed, I was certain that she would still speak to me and attempt to correct my thinking.

In the worst-case scenario, she might even conclude that it would be better for me to live on my own. She would have the impression that she was a negative influence on me as a person and that all she could ever bring to me was my downfall. In short, she would despise herself and hold herself responsible for the vain and foolish emotions I felt.

That terrifies me to no end. Even though it hurts to keep my love for Mom a secret, I can do so as long as she does not leave my side and remains to stay next to me. I don't care about anything or anyone else, but mom must stay.

 She can't leave me. I'm not going to let that happen.

An unexpected phone call interrupted my thoughts as I tried to resist the temptation to get excited by the sound of Mom's shower. I checked the side of the phone and discovered it was my mother's.

I stood up and walked over to my mom's bed. After glancing at the bathroom door, I picked up Mom's ringing phone.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I took a peek inside and discovered a missed call from an unknown number. I was greeted by Mom's wallpaper as soon as I slid my finger across the screen to open it. It was a photo of the two of us together.

I gave a wry grin at what I saw, but it vanished almost instantly when an unexpected message appeared on the screen. The message came from the same anonymous number as the earlier call.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted you, Marianne, but can we talk again? It's about Jay."

It's my father's name, Jay. And if my hunch is correct, then this number belongs to Uncle Benjie.

What exactly is going on here? What exactly is it that Uncle wants to discuss? What else could he possibly say about someone who has not been a part of our lives for such a long time? Why does he feel the need to discuss this matter once more with Mom?

Out of frustration, I erased both the message and the missed call that mom's phone had received from the unknown number, and I also blocked the number. It is not fair to bother Mom with anything that is connected to Dad. She does not deserve it.

I have no idea what Uncle Benjie's motive was in sending Mom that message, but I don't want her to be negatively impacted by it in any way.

Even if it's just the two of us, Mom and I are content.

The sound that had been coming from the restroom stopped. Mom emerged from the bathroom wearing her robe and a towel wrapped around her head.

I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my bed, where I pretended to be playing a game on my own phone.

I was able to detect the alluring and fragrant odor that emanated from Mom. Even though she is wearing her bathrobe, I can see a little bit, and her front appears to be in good shape. My gaze drifted down to her legs, which were absolutely flawless and had an extraordinarily velvety and supple texture.

I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to my phone. I simply cannot feel attracted to my mom. I don't want to let her down in any way. But what the hell, why is Mom so hot?

As I continued to smell the floral scent that the woman I love was wearing a few meters away from me, I could feel my lower region slowly rising to the fabric of my clothes until it was touching them. She was standing in front of the closet, picking out her clothes.

I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut as I pictured myself fragrantly embracing my mom just as she turned her back on me. Slowly, she will turn her back to me, and I will wrap my hands around her waist as I bring my lips closer together with hers.

"Aki."

My manhood would lightly rub against her bathrobe-clad body, mixing our heat and scent together. 

"Aki? Aki?"

Shit. I blinked. Then I turned to look at Mom, feeling a little short of breath and having a strong heartbeat racing very quickly in my chest. "Huh?"

She blinked back with a puzzled look as she tried to dry her hair. "I said that I had already met Crista. I ran into them earlier on the way here. You didn't mention it, haven't you seen them?"

"Ah, y-yeah, I did. I also saw them this morning," I replied. 

Shit. That was a close call. I quickly glanced down at my lower garment, which, as I had anticipated, was already standing up.

I quickly reached over and grabbed the pillow that was sitting next to me before placing it on my lap to hide what needed to be hidden.

"Really? What do you say we all go out for dinner a little later? Invite your friends over or go with them for some bonding," Mom said with an ecstatic smile. 

I wanted to say no because I honestly don't want to talk to Crista right now because of what happened the last time I have seen her, but because of my awkward position and situation, I just said yes.

Shit happens. In reality, I'm in a tough situation. However, that was irrelevant at the moment. It is something I couldn't put my focus on at this time... yet.

After we had finished getting ready, and after I had quelled my own desires and frustrations, my mother and I went out to eat with my friends from school. It was a dinner that I wouldn't agree to if only I knew where it would lead later on...