Chapter 45: Chapter 45 - Memories Of The Unfortunate Nanako 3
(Sohen... outwardly he had changed so much, but inside he remained the same boy he had been many years ago.)
Who would have thought that the same boy who had been my neighbor for several years would cling so tightly to my heart, and that his appearance after years of uncertainty would be one of the happiest days of my life.
I hadn’t felt such strong emotions in a long time, but I was also a little surprised by my reaction and that of my daughter.
My reaction was probably too intense, and I even felt a little ashamed of it.
I couldn’t calm down and was like a leech, asking about Sohen’s life over the past ten years and unable to stop.
Not noticing this, Nanako, in addition to asking questions, was too close to Sohen and often hugged him, either by the arms or by the shoulders.
When I returned home, only then did I realize that I had been such a shameless woman.
Since childhood, Nanako had been the epitome of modesty, but when she was at her neighbors’ house, this was not apparent.
(My God... I behaved like a bad woman...)
Only in her own home did Nanako realize that she was not acting her age, but when she was with Sohen, for some reason, such thoughts did not bother them.
Nanako was also surprised by her own daughter.
She had a feeling that she would follow in her mother’s footsteps, but her reaction to the surprise was quite calm and even cold.
Maria spoke briefly and seemed to dislike being in this place right now.
I thought my sweet daughter would be more excited after meeting her first friend she hadn’t seen in so long, but everything was pretty low-key and maybe even too calm.
(Maria? Are you okay?)
Nanako was surprised, but in the end, she accepted her daughter’s behavior as something totally possible.
It had been a long time since Maria had seen Sohen, and perhaps her affection had diminished during that time, so Nanako did not return to the question of her cold reaction to her friend.
There was something else that bothered me to a certain extent, but it was... Sohen’s new mother.
Outwardly, she is a beautiful and elegant woman, and she really seems like a good mother to both Phoebe and Sohen.
Her personality is somewhat similar to mine, and we found it quite easy to get along. I even had a feeling that we might be able to be friends in the future, but from time to time, I noticed her dissatisfied gaze when I accidentally did something directed at Sohen.
In her eyes, I saw a certain feeling of anger and... jealousy?
As a reserved person, I know little about other people’s emotions, but even I could see that something was wrong here.
She was dissatisfied with me, but tried to behave politely.
(Could she be jealous of me as... a mother?)
My sixth sense told me that she saw me as a rival in her maternal relationship with Sohen, and for some reason, I found that amusing.
(Karin... I’m not going to take your son away from you. My feelings are similar to yours, but Nanako knows that you will always be his only mother and respects you for raising such a good young man. Don’t worry and live as you did before...)
Nanako wanted only the best for Sohen and did not want any conflict due to misunderstandings, but she had a feeling that Karin was driven not only by maternal rivalry but by something else, although Nanako did not understand what it was.
...
Nanako spent so much time talking with Sohen and his family that she didn’t notice how the evening had begun.
She thanked them for their hospitality and returned with her daughter to their new home.
Together with Maria, they began to carefully explore their new home and went to their rooms.
When Nanako entered the room, she leaned against the inside of the door, her heart still pounding from what had happened a few minutes ago.
Before returning home, Sohen hugged me tightly and said goodbye in a friendly manner, saying that if Maria and I needed help, he would always fulfill any request we had, but I didn’t hear his last words.
When Sohen approached me and his hands were on my back, I felt that something was wrong with me and I became... hot.
Back in my room, I saw that even from this brief contact with his hands, a small but wet spot had appeared on my panties.
(Nanako, you idiot, why did you...)
My face quickly reddened with shame, and I felt very disgusted with myself.
(Nanako... what’s gotten into you?)
Sohen had always been like a son to her, a boy from her past, but why did she feel so wrong now?
(Sohen had grown into a tall, athletic man, but that was no reason to feel so... so wrong.)
- (Me). "I need to calm down... It’s just because I haven’t had a man in a long time. Yes, that’s exactly how it is. In Sohen, I see only a "son" and nothing more. I’ll do some work around the house now, and then I’ll write the sequel to my novel. Yes, that’s it..."
Few people around me know this, but I am a professional novelist.
I started writing about five years ago when I was still working as a librarian and decided to give it a try on the recommendation of a colleague.
There are about thirty of my works on several well-known novel websites, some of which are still ongoing.
It all started as a hobby but soon turned into a decent source of income.
Not all of my stories were successful, but most of them were nominated for various awards, which I even won.
Several novels were adapted into anime series or films.
The anime theme itself was not accidental, as I have loved Japanese animation since childhood.
Strange people like me love anime and watch it often, but this is just a stereotype, as anyone can be interested in its culture, and nowadays everyone knows about it at least.
With my experience of watching and reading anime, as well as some life experience, I started writing and, surprisingly, had success, which quickly began to bring in money.
The pay was good, but when you live in the center of a metropolis as a single mother with a small child, your ex’s loans, and health problems, you realize that there will never be enough money.
Even after my novels were adapted, I didn’t earn exorbitant amounts of money, but it was enough for a comfortable life.
I wrote in different genres and not only on anime themes, but my particular pleasure was writing... erotic stories.
Reading something like that was incredibly exciting, but writing it myself had a different value and also monetized well.
It’s no secret that all my erotic stories were written in the "Mature" genre and quite actively attracted the attention of women my age.
The comments often contained positive feedback and praise for their originality and creative thinking.
The main women’s characters in my stories were women similar to me, but they were also empresses, queens, noblewomen, princesses, presidents, actresses, writers, or ordinary women who were dissatisfied with their lives.
They all had beautiful appearances and calm personalities, which are characteristics I possess.
They all had their own stories, but these women were strong personalities who ultimately achieved the happiness they desired.
The main characters were also a certain type of men who had a pleasant appearance, especially incredible dark blue eyes, an athletic build, a certain popularity, and attracted the attention of other women with their charisma and wonderful character.
Such a man had almost everything he wanted and was loved by many women and girls who wanted to be in his arms, but he was always looking for something else that was close to his heart, and it was the main heroines who were the part he had been waiting for so long.
Romance, drama, maybe a little thriller, and... a lot of hot and lustful love.
I was so good at writing erotic stories that I often masturbated to them, imagining myself in their place.
Tonight was no exception, and before I started to enjoy myself, I spent several hours enthusiastically typing out the text of my fantasy on the computer.
- (Nanako). "The young and hot aristocrat began to slowly undress in front of the mature maid. Her eyes burned with lust, and the young man already saw in his mind’s eye how the fantasy would unfold..."
The text flowed more actively than ever, and Nanako’s own thoughts were filled with fantasies about the passionate sex that the mature woman in the story would have.
As she wrote, her own body began to burn with passion, which slowly spread inside her.
Unable to contain this desire, Nanako finished writing, saved what she had written, and lay down on the bed, fantasizing about being next to the young aristocrat from the story.
She slowly began to masturbate with her fingers and periodically squeeze her own large breasts, but this time everything was different than usual.
- (Me). "Yes... Yes... Ha... Darling... Fuck me... Fuck me... It feels so good, Sohen... Sohen... Sohen?"
She was shocked to discover that the face of the young aristocrat from her fantasy was exactly like Sohen’s.
(Why am I...)
It was a surprise for her to see her "son" lustfully pressing his huge cock against her wet pussy and deeply plunging into her, giving her heavenly pleasure.
- (Me). "Sohen... Ha... Son... I shouldn’t..."
The more she resisted her fantasy, the wetter she became.
- (Me). "No... No... No, Sohen... You can’t..."
Her lips said one thing, but her fingers in her vagina said another.
- (Me). "Oh, no... No... No... Sohen... Son... I... I... I... I’M CUMMING!!!..."
Like never before, Nanako’s pussy shot out a massive amount of lustful fluid, which wet the bed and her.
(What have I done...)
Nanako experienced the most insane orgasm she had ever had in her entire life.
She was breathing heavily and couldn’t move, and her heart was suddenly filled with shame that she would not soon forget.
(I just cum from a fantasy... with a young man I want to call my son... What a terrible woman I am...)
She was extremely ashamed of what she had just done and now began to fear meeting Sohen face to face.
She lay in this state for some time until she fell asleep.
...
She woke up early because she had a lot to do.
(She would need help from Sohen and Karin, but...)
Until late last night, she had been feeling fine, but now she felt somewhat uncomfortable about visiting her neighbors.
- (Me). "Nanako, get yourself together! You’re a grown woman with a daughter of your own. Don’t act like a shy little girl! Don’t be afraid and go to them with confidence."
In her mind, Nanako encouraged herself not to be afraid to appear next to Sohen, but in her head there was still a memory of her nighttime fantasy that refused to go away.
Gathering her strength, Nanako changed into different clothes and went to her neighbors, but the awkward moments continued.
- (Sohen). "Hmm? It seems that the beautiful queen has come to dispel the sleep spell that has been cast on me. I need your kiss so badly to become myself again, so... here it is."
- (Me). "???"
Now she accidentally ended up in Sohen’s room due to a misunderstanding.
Without opening his eyes, he lay on his bed and said something strange to me.
- (Sohen). "Hm? Our queen is spoiled and wants me to ask for a kiss? Well, okay, please... My perfect queen."
I couldn’t understand the meaning of his words and was about to leave his room quickly, but an unknown force compelled me to move towards him and eventually...
(~ sound of a kiss)
Nanako actually kissed Sohen on the cheek.
- (Runo). "Good morning, my sleepy prince. It’s time to wake up and bring me joy. Sohen, dear, why is your door open at this hour... Oh, we’re not alone here! It seems, my dear girl, that you’ve come to the wrong room. You need to go next door, or did you want to see the sleepy face of my beloved boy, ha ha?"
Feeling like she was in a trance, Nanako stood next to Sohen and didn’t know what to do next until Karin’s mother entered his room.
Sohen finally opened his eyes in surprise and heard me say...
- (Me). "Good morning... Sohen."
My face flushed with embarrassment, but everything ended more or less normally, and I even had breakfast with my neighbors.
I returned home, but my thoughts were in chaos again, and the image of Sohen that I had known before began to change into... a sexy young man.
For the next few days, at night, all I did was masturbate while imagining Sohen naked.
Even my writing work took a back seat, and my head was filled with nothing but lust.
Since then, Sohen has visited Maria and me several more times, but each time my heart beat mercilessly when I saw him, and then a period of shame began.
The next few days passed like this until I accidentally discovered a terrible secret.
