Chapter 86: Society And It's Morals

"What about my headpats, Kafi? You promised..." She looked at me with a sharp gaze in her eyes, like she was daring me to take back what I said, and pulled on her cheeks to back up her threat.

"Fine! Fine!...Just stop pulling on my cheeks! It really hurts!" I said and was surprised that I actually could feel the pain of my cheeks being pinched, since I had gotten used to ignoring any type of pain I feel in my body because of my shitty past, and guessed that it was because I was spending more time in her presence, that I felt more human than ever.

I didn't want to be pinched for too long, a little afraid that my cheeks would get loose after pulling them apart like dough, so I quickly petted my mother's head like she wished.

And just so that she wasn't dissatisfied, I used both my hands to ruffle up her hair like a father would do to his daughter, which seemed to make her really happy since she closed her eyes and shook her head like a dog that was being petted by its owner.

While I petted her head, I thought of how everything I thought of went perfectly and how my mother was finally mine.

I knew that my mother had feelings for me as a man and also knew that she was aware of it herself, but the problem was that she wouldn't easily accept it herself and would struggle to come to terms with it since we had been mother and son for so long.

And it wouldn't be easy for her to suddenly treat me as someone else she has special feelings for, when she's only seen me as her son since I was a baby.

"Kafi..." She suddenly caught my hands, which were ruffling up her messy hair, and brought them near her chest. She then looked at me with a solemn look on her face, regaining her usual countenance, and looked like she wanted to ask me something serious.

"I know I said that I would accept our 'special' mother-son relationship since there's no way that I can ignore these taboo feelings I have for you, which I know makes me a horrible mother who has devious thoughts about her own son." She looked guilty at the fact that instead of raising her son to be a good man, she was making her son's dick raise up.

"...But since you're willing to accept such a disgraceful mother into your life, I'm more than willing to accept any hate or loathing I may receive from others for having such feelings for my son, since it's worth it at the end of the day if I can be loved by you, Kafi." She looked at me with hopeful eyes, that were already picturing a future where both of us were together.

But all of a sudden her bright and cheery eyes darkened, like our future had suddenly hit a terrifying storm, and she said with a gloomy look on her face while clutching the hems of her clothes

"But at the same time, even though I'm willing to walk in the pits of hell for you, I can't allow you, my beloved son, whom I've cared for my whole life, to go through all that abuse and animosity that we may receive from others and society in general for having such an incestuous relationship...A-And because of that, I don't really know what to do, since I really do want to be one with you, Kafi, but at the same time, I don't want you to be hated and bullied just because you're in a relationship with me, your mother."

She looked really distraught at what to do about our situation and how to go forward in our bizzare relationship, which was sure to be judged by everyone else since it was something that was condemned as taboo, and looked like she was going to cry because of how lost she was. But unlike my mother, who was starting to tear up in helplessness, I simply gave a sigh of relief and said in a relaxed tone

"Phew...I thought that you were going to say something serious or were going to ground me for something I did...But it turns out to be just a small issue that was barely worth noting. You really got me there, mom; you really got me."