After dinner the house grew quiet, only the faint sound of the TV filling the space. Mrs. Honekawa sat on the couch, her hand moving to her neck again, rubbing it gently with a small wince. I noticed it right away and stepped closer with that easy smile of mine.
"Your neck hurts, doesn't it? Let me help," I said.
She looked up at me, a little surprised. "Nobita… you don't need to—"
"I know enough," I cut in softly. "I'm not an expert or anything, but I can do a decent massage. Just relax and let me try."
She hesitated, then let out a sigh, her hand still pressing her neck. "Alright… but only a little."
That was all I needed. I moved behind her, placed my hands on her shoulders, and started kneading gently. I wasn't a professional, but I'd done it before, and I knew where to press to make it feel good. She let out a quiet breath, her body easing under my touch.
"Oh… that actually feels nice…" she murmured, her eyes half closing.
"See? I told you," I said, leaning closer, keeping my voice low. "You always work so hard. You deserve to feel good too."
Her lips curved into a faint smile, her cheeks a soft pink as she leaned into the couch. Each little sigh that slipped out told me she was getting lost in the feeling. I moved slowly, letting my fingers slide down her arms and back up again, then shifted closer to her chest. My hands pressed forward, at first grazing her softly, then cupping her breasts with both hands as if it was still part of the massage.
Right in front of Suneo.
His eyes widened instantly, his whole body stiff. His stomach twisted, and his face went red with panic. He wanted to shout, to grab my wrists, to do something — but he couldn't. He sat frozen, fists tight on his knees, sweat building at his temples. What the hell is Nobita doing? To my mom… right in front of me…
I smirked at him over her shoulder, keeping my palms firm on her chest, squeezing lightly, kneading her breasts like they were just another muscle to loosen. She didn't even notice, her body sinking deeper into ecstasy from the massage, her head leaning back against the couch. Another sigh left her lips, soft and unaware, while my fingers dug a little deeper, making it obvious to Suneo what I was really doing.
He's messing with me, Suneo thought, his teeth grinding as he sat there helpless. He knows I can't stop him… he's doing this on purpose, to humiliate me…
I kept my voice smooth, calm, as if nothing was wrong. "You're amazing, Mrs. Honekawa. Strong, kind, beautiful. You deserve this, and more."
She murmured softly, "You… really know how to flatter a person…" but her words were drowned by the haze of pleasure in her body.
Suneo's heart was hammering in his chest, anger and shame twisting together until he thought he'd burst. Watching me grope his mom, watching her melt under my hands, knowing she was too far gone to even notice — it broke him inside. He clenched his fists harder, his nails digging into his palms, but he couldn't look away.
I smiled right at him, my hands still cupping her breasts, squeezing gently, slowly, showing him I was in control — of her, of him, of everything. And he knew it too.
This was only the beginning.