She was in the kitchen, moving gracefully around the counter, her wide, fertile hips swaying hypnotically behind her. She was dressed in a simple apron tied over her loose, white, long-sleeve blouse, hugging her full, mature curves. Her huge boobs stretched against her front, and her plump backside shifted invitingly as she worked. She had planned to leave to meet an old friend of hers, but first, she wanted to prepare a delicious breakfast for her babies.
She hummed softly while stirring the pan, the aroma of sizzling food filling the kitchen.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind. A warm body pressed against her back, and a chin rested on her left shoulder, pressing a kiss on her left cheek.
She didn't even flinch for a second; instead, her left hand came lovingly to cup his cheek while her other hand continued to work the spatula.
A bright, genuine smile bloomed on her face, happiness bubbling inside her heart.
"Ohh... my baby." She cooed softly, "Your hugs make me so happy."
Yohan chuckled softly, taking in her welcoming warmth and familiar scent. He pulled her closer, burying his nose in her shoulder.
"Well... Hugging you like this makes me feel warm and... I don't know... Happy," he said, placing another kiss on her cheek.
She laughed, a light blush covering her face, "You're going to make your mum fall for her big, strong boy even harder. " She tilted her head slightly, still cupping his cheek, "I love you, my baby."
Yohan smiled, enjoying the closeness. He then glanced toward the pan. "What are you making? It smells really good."
"You and Yumi's favourite," she replied immediately, her voice filled with motherly affection.
"Really?" Yohan said excitedly, tightening his arms around her waist. "You're the best mum. I love you so much." He leaned in, pressing another kiss on the cheek.
"Love you too, baby," she replied, her tone filled with love.
Then, her voice dropped, turning low and serious.
"Baby..."
"Yes..." He replied, startled by the sudden shift in her tone.
She paused for a moment, still stirring the pan, but her body tensing slightly in his arms.
"Promise me... Promise me you'll tell me if anything strange happens, you'll not hide it from me. Come to me and tell me, ok?" Her voice was tense, filled with worry.
Yohan blinked, a bit confused, but he didn't pull away from her; instead, he pulled her closer, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her calming scent.
"Yes, mum. I will."
"Good boy." She smiled softly, stroking his cheek gently.
She stayed like that for a long time, letting her son hold her from behind. She leaned back into his chest, savouring the closeness.
Then, Yumi's adorable voice echoed from the hallway. "Maama! Onii-Chan! Is breakfast ready?"
Their mother smiled again as the serious moment passed. She called back. "Almost, my sweet little angel. Come and sit at the table."
She tilted her face sideways to look at him, smiling mischievously toward him. "My baby, why don't you go to your sister and help her. Or do you prefer flirting with your mum a bit longer? I mean... I don't mind."
Yohan blinked toward her. Then he said with a deadpan look on his face, "Flirting...? What're you talking about? I'm not flirting with you."
"My baby," She cooed teasingly,"...don't say that. You're going to hurt this old woman's feelings."
Yohan gave an exasperated sigh, pulling away from the hug and walking away. "I am going to help Yumi."
"What?" She cried, turning toward him. "Wait... I was trying to tease you a bit. Don't get angry." She said desperately, acting like a child losing her favourite toy.
"I am not angry, mum." He replied, slipping out of the kitchen.
"O-okay, baby. I will prepare breakfast with extra love to make it up to you." She said with determination.
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"So, how are you feeling?" Mirai's mother asked in that emo tone of hers, short, messy black hair streaked with subtle purple, framing her face. Heavy dark eyeliner, and tired, melancholic eyes that always seemed distant. She wore a loose black tank top that did very little to hide her huge, heavy boobs, full and round, stretching against her top, deep cleavage on full display. wide, fertile hips stretching against her tight black shorts. The outfit gave her that depressed but sexy aura, like a widow who had stopped trying but still turned heads without trying.
Mirai said with a small shrug, taking a small bite. "I am not burning anymore. So... Normal. I guess."
Her mother nodded softly, looking up at her daughter's face with quite worry. "Good. That's good." She took a sip of her coffee. Her full, soft lips left a faint mark on the rim.
A long, comforting pause, before her mother spoke again, in that depressed, emo tone of hers. "So, I had been unsure if I should leave you alone... But now that you're fine, I am going to meet this old friend of mine. You can take care of yourself, right?"
Mirai replied immediately, rolling her eyes, a bit annoyed. "Mom, I am 18. An Adult."
Her mother gave a soft, melancholic chuckle, "Yes... My little girl is all grown up now. It feels like yesterday when you and your dad held you for the first time. You were so small. Small hands, small feet. And... now look at you." She leaned back into her chair, folding her hands below her huge boobs, pushing up her boobs even more. "You have turned into this beautiful Young lady that I am proud of."
Mirai looked down at her plate, blush spreading on her cheeks. "Mum, why're you being so sentimental all of a sudden?"
Her mother shrugged, the movement causing her huge boobs to jiggle. "It's nothing. Nothing for you to worry about."
A comforting silence stretched between them before Mirai decided to break it. "Love you, Mom."
Her mother looked up at her daughter, her usual tired emo mask softening. "Love you too, Mirai."
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END OF CHAPTER : 4 : SUNSHINE!
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