Mary Sera had two sons, Shukichi Haneda and Shuichi Akai. Her sons believed that their father, Tsutomu Akai, was away from home because he had gotten involved in the murder case of Kohji Haneda and Amanda Hughes.

Presently, the family was at the kitchen table having dinner.

Although Mary was strict and cold with her children, the truth was that she loved her boys. They had always been together, ever since they were kids rolling nude in the mud.

But she did not know how to speak to them about this. Something that had been tormenting her head for a while recently—something she could not shake or escape from: Their dad had disappeared ! How does one bring that up?

Before he went missing, Tsutomu sent his wife a message telling her that he had made enemies with "horrible people," asking her to take their children to Japan, and to think of him as someone who no longer existed. There were a million questions that her sons could ask, but she would have no answers to any of them.

However, in addition to all of that Mary was feeling extremely lonely and frustrated. She and her husband would make love frequently whenever they were at home together, and she dearly missed those moments.

So here was Mary gazing into the eyes of her gem Shukichi. He beamed at her and scrapped the rest of his meal. She wondered if he was aware that she kept a dildo in the drawer in the kitchen. It was rosy in color and quite lengthy and just before he and his older brother came from their room for dinner, she had made good use of it on the kitchen floor. That was the real nature of his mother and she wondered if it had ever occurred to him.

"That was great Kāsan. Thanks," he said with a beam and rose up.

"You're welcome Shukichi," she answered. "Now don't bother about washing the plates. You head into the other room. Shuichi is watching football."

He beamed at her, walked around the table, and then embraced her. "I love you," he murmured in her ear.

Mary pecked his nose and shoved him away.

She spent the next couple of minutes in the kitchen cleaning the plates and wiping up. She reflected on her sons and how pleased with them she was. Shuichi was very forthright and clever. He was very good-looking too. He was also a very tenacious and stoic person—just like her, his mother.

Shukichi was different. He was cheerful and immature, and he rarely suppressed his emotions. Shukichi spent most of the time in his room practicing Shogi. He was her sensitive one. He was extremely handsome in a contrasting way than his older brother and all throughout growing up young girls were after him. But he never gave attention to them—he was constantly elsewhere in his mind. It was so terrible in fact that she believed he was gay until she discovered some porn in his bedroom. He probably was just not prepared for a lady.

Even though they were all grown-up, the two brothers were behaving like they were ten again and watching television and playing games. She did not mind it at all. Watching them get along so well made her think like she had done something good as a mom. It was unfortunate that she could not be a good wife.

To be continued...