"Sir...! You haven't finished saying goodbye yet, the others feel sorry for you... they're waiting for you!" grumbled the driver of the minibus I was about to board, sticking his head out of the window, which had no glass and was decorated with a cartoon image of a woman.
The other passengers all looked at me with disapproving glances. Even the women who had boarded earlier with their heavy luggage joined in, muttering quietly inside the minibus as if they wanted to devour me.
"Mom, won't you take me? I still want to be with Mom... soon we'll be in a long-distance relationship..." I whined casually in front of the cynical people while holding Mom's hand.
"Come on, hurry up and get in. The others are waiting!" Mom said shyly in front of everyone.
That day, I left because the vacation was over. Mom took me to the nearest minibus stop. Well, it wasn't a day of farewell, but a day of anticipation. Anticipating the person I love so much coming to visit me with all the long-suppressed longing.
Inside the minibus, it felt stuffy and hot. Most of the passengers were people who worked or had businesses at the market.
Until the driver stopped the minibus to pick up a passenger.
"So beautiful," I thought to myself as I saw the veiled woman who had just boarded and sat right across from me.
She carried a small suitcase.
Her face was fair and flawless, naturally beautiful without makeup.
But… at that time, my heart was already taken, so I wasn't particularly drawn to her beauty.
All I could see in my mind was my mother's face at that moment.
"Where are you getting off, young lady?" the driver asked as we neared the end of the minibus route.
"I'll get off at the train station, sir," the woman in front of me replied in a soft, graceful voice.
Same as my destination. And, even more coincidentally, we ended up boarding the same train, sitting across from each other.
Out of curiosity, I asked where she was headed. And…
Wow… this wasn't just a coincidence—it was the most super coincidental thing ever.
The girl, whose name I just learned was Veronica, was heading to the same city, studying at the same university, and even came from the same hometown.
Well, technically different villages, different boarding houses, and different majors… hehe.
Upon arriving at the dorm, I immediately took out my phone to call my mom, which could also be considered a special report for a guy who already has a partner.
Then I went to sleep after receiving a loving message from my mom.
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I felt so homesick, even though it had only been three days since I left my mom. But communicating with my mom frequently only made my longing grow stronger.
I started doing things I'd never done before, like asking my mom to send photos via phone, showing her body through video calls, and worse, we had phone sex.
At the time, I didn't realize that my nature and personality had changed because of losing my virginity to my own mom. Apparently, sex made me addicted, wanting to do it again and again.
A week had passed, and my mother came to see me as promised.
"Hi, dear..!" my mother greeted me, carrying a small bag.
There was something different about my mother that day; she was wearing a tight maroon dress that reached her thighs. Her hair was slightly wavy, with natural makeup, looking so elegant.
"Thanks for coming, Mom," I said, inviting her inside.
When I turned around after locking the door, Mom was standing in front of me, gazing at me intently, then wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Honey... From now on, don't call me Mom anymore, just call me honey..." Mom said, bringing her lips close to mine.
Just as I was about to kiss her, she pulled back teasingly, then leaned in again, only to retreat once more, playing with me.
Mom giggled at my annoyed reaction.
"Did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" she asked.
"Yeah, sweetheart… you too, right?" I replied, obliging her request to call her "sweetheart."
"Hihi… you're so naughty!!" she said, pinching both my cheeks before heading to the bedroom.
I immediately chased after her, grabbing her waist from behind and lifting her up.
"Aaaahhh… let me go, you naughty boy!" she protested, giggling and squirming in my arms.
"Even though you're naughty, you like it, don't you..?" I said, lowering her body and tickling her waist, who was also my girlfriend.
Mom tickled me back, then ran around the living room, and I chased her.
The sound of our laughter that day was forever etched in my memory. It was beautiful—too beautiful to forget.
After getting tired from running around, we moved to the bedroom, turned on the AC, and rolled around on the bed naked, entwined in each other's arms, kissing like two snakes wrestling.
Then we joined our bodies, releasing waves of pleasure together, accompanied by rhythmic movements and passionate moans.
We did it again in the bathroom.
Until we were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.
~~~
Unfortunately, the next day, Mom had to go back home to take care of the house and her husband who had betrayed her.
I briefly considered telling Mom to divorce Dad and marry me instead.
So that Mom and I could always be together and happy.
But after reconsidering, I realized that might be too extreme. Our family's dignity would be destroyed.
A warm embrace and a tender kiss on the lips, in front of Mom's car bumper, became a dramatic yet romantic farewell scene.
I didn't care if anyone saw us.
Where I lived, there was no fear of being caught. The area was quiet, and the neighbors didn't pay much attention to what others did.
Plus, Mom's status as a mother on the family card allowed her to stay at my rental house without having to report to the local neighborhood leader.
Our intimacy continued; we always made love and had sex every week, and Mom never asked me to use contraception when we were together. I didn't know the reason. Until one day, it became a question mark for me.
I planned to ask her in the fourth week, but my mother couldn't come that day because she was on her period.
The next week, she still couldn't make it…
Maybe she was busy back home.
When I asked her, she only replied, "Later" and "Later."
Twenty-one days since then, my mother has never visited me again. I can only endure the longing and the desire to be intimate. This has caused a sense of anxiety within me. Waiting for my mother's presence that never comes. I don't know the reason, but lately my mother has often refused to meet me for various reasons.
Did I do something wrong?
Or did Dad suspect something and forbid Mom from seeing me?