She sat at the bus stop waiting for the rain to settle. She wasn't surprised that the rain was approaching; she saw it on her cellphone app before leaving the house. She shrugged it off like anything else that aids to her rebellion. Her scoffing over the weather gave her a tinge of an ego, or at least she concluded in her mind. The rain pelted the ceiling of her temporary, giving the sleeveless Mika a chill. In retrospect, she thought, even wasn't cool enough to defy the elements of nature.

It wasn't long ago her husband called her from his tour bus. They were traveling in Switerland and heading to Bulgaria. She learned that his band's tour was much of a success that they were granted access to an extra leg in the United States and Canada. Mika wasn't at all offended, knowing that she had to look over her daughter, Kyoka, one of them had to keep the Jirou rocker legacy alive. She congratulated her husband and wish many more tours. The more the Jirou's name is known, the more their name could be a trademark.

Speaking of trademark, her rock session with her new and upcoming group was canceled due to having no electricity. Instead of a jamming session, she decided to participate in a smoking session. Not a fan of smoking marijuana directly, she opted to consume it through second-hand smoke. In her conscience, she wasn't smoking the drug, but getting a contact high. Desiring a reckless, yet ruthless lifestyles of Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Ozzy Osbourne, and the like, this would be a star to her returning fandom. She didn't look at Kyoka's birth as a setback, but just a temporary delay until she returned on the scene.

She kicked back on the chairs of the bus stop while fading in the afterglow of her second-hand contact high and jamming to the demo of her upcoming mixtape with her band. Her husband wanted to arrange transportation to take her home, but the rocker mother declined. Nah! I want to be vintage. Going back to the old days of cassette tapes and collect phone calls. Gonna catch the bus or take a cab. I won't subject myself to champagne wishes and caviar dreams. My goal is to be a rocker through and through. We don't sell out to the system, we destroy the system. Her mind was scrambling on whatever philosophical advice she told her husband, the group, or to her daughter, Mika Jirou was going to be her own lady, her own being. Her declaration at the bus stop was that thirty-six was going to be the new seventeen. She slapped her hands but winced at the sudden pain.

"Oh, hell yeah," she said to herself. "This mixtape is gonna kick so much ass." She lightly patted her hands on her lap to rock with the beat. At this point time, the band only had four members. Each interchangeably acting in particular roles. She was voted to be the vocalist and guitar player. She didn't have much of a voice, but her pseudo-British-Swedish accent gave her an edge. One of the band players guaranteed that her voice was their ticket into fame. But honestly, playing the guitar was her forte than anything else. Nevertheless, if signing gave her a foot back in the door, then she was going to go for it. Prior to the 2000's, her name was featured on every magazine cover in the check-out aisle at grocery stores. People, Vogue, Entertainment Weekly, Rolling Stone, and even urban magazines such as The Source, JET, and Ebony. So, she knew that if she thrived in the international markets, then she knew she was able to make a return.

She didn't want help. She wanted it the old-fashioned way. Bootlegs, rehearsals, and lots of sheet music.

As she continuing listening to her own voice, she decided to see if Kyoka was home. She knew that she had her own plans for spending time with Izuku. Earlier before leaving for her rock session, she watched Izuku staring at the window looking like a lone puppy or someone waiting for their mother. That day, he and her daughter had plans of heading to the amusement park. He and her daughter have recently become friends. The friends bonded over music, food, and the fact that had a similar proclivity of having quirks. Despite the duo having their own set of friends, they set out time for each other.

That week, she watched her daughter phoning Izuku about going to the amusement park together. They had just opened a brand new thriller ride. Later that day, they were planning to hang out at the beach and then watch a movie. They had a pack-filled day. Then, the rain came and so did the blues.

She wanted to speak to him, but she did not have much time. Her philosophy in music: time doesn't wait for no one. However, as she was jamming during its briefness or nestled in the confines of the marijuana smog, Izuku never left her mind. The look on his face screamed disappointment and the failed ill-attempt of consoling her daughter's friend made her churned. Kyoka was a Jirou. She could handle disappointment. She wasn't so sure on how Izuku could take it.

She reached for her cell phone. On the wallpaper was an image of her, Kyoka and Izuku at their first rock concert. Or at least together. She remembered when she tried her hardest not to ruin his first concert. They all had a blast and that alone built a foundation in their relationship.

Mika knew that she can be awfully annoying, even to the point where Kyoka darted away with Izuku at the first string of her guitar. It hurt, but it was the way of her showing her affection for her daughter.

And of course, Izuku.

It was later when she realized that she was trying so hard to impress Izuku because she wanted to show how she cared for him. She became a second mother to him, even to the point that his mother, Inko, didn't mind. Whatever you do to keep him out of the house is fine with me, Mika. He needs some outside things to do. Rock concerts, movies, dinner parties, and the like, Izuku was there. Kyoka didn't mind or at least that was what Mika thought. I don't mind having Icchan around, Mom. Having Izuku here is like having a brother. A younger brother at that! She appreciated how good he was to Kyoka and wanted to reward him in any way possible. It was small gifts like gift cards and treats. As time went on, she began having him over. With and without Kyoka's knowledge.

Both Kyoka and Izuku promised that once a month, they would get together for a jamming session (on the condition that he didn't tell Kyoka. The teen rocker had days in which she hung out with her friends. On those days, Izuku would come over). And at each jamming session, they promised to bring a new song or a new artist to the fray. She couldn't forget when Izuku brought Chicago to their private show and tell. In return, she brought the Rolling Stone. Although she was a fan of British Rock, it didn't hurt to help a novice Izuku to get him into her kind of music.

Each session was a calming type of vibe. Lying in the basement, sitting in bean bag chairs. Darkness with the exception of the lava lamp that served as the centerpiece. It was their small ounce of heaven as the duo rocked on to their music.

As time went on, they even introduced black and Korean rock. They even laughed during their trip-hop sessions.

Mika exhaled with pride as she wrapped her hands around her phone. She kissed the picture of her dear son. She felt that she have found one key to enter his heart. Or better yet, he found the key to her heart.

That was why she didn't mind when her husband was doing his neverending tours. Honestly, Mika was aware of Kyotoku's other woman. She couldn't forget the tearful and sobbing phone call he made when confessing it to her. A girl he met out when he was in the Carribean. It was a mistake, he told her.

Mika wasn't upset. She couldn't be. She knew that being musicians, it came with the territory. Despite her monogamy, she allowed Kyotoku to do what he wanted to do. But, only on tour. When he returned, then monogamy must return. However, with Izuku on her mind, her husband can spend the rest of his life on tour for what it was worth. Although she loved her husband, it still didn't compare to the feelings she had for Izuku.

She picked up the phone to call Kyoka to see if they were home, but it didn't receive an answer. She waited a few seconds. She decided to call her again, but no answer. She was a bit worried. Very aberrant, she thought. She had thought about calling Izuku but changed her mind. She decided that she was going to weather out the storm until it subsided.

When she felt that the weather was enough for her to handle, she carefully stepped out of the bus stop and made her way home. Her guitar was wrapped in a garbage bag that she attained from a friend. Another plastic bag was there to accompany her head as she made the two-mile walk home.

As she walked, she continued to call Kyoka, but no answer. She finally decided to call Izuku, but no answer. What is going on with the girl, she thought. This isn't like them. I hope that they are okay. I hope that….

She stopped as she felt the chill in her spine. She didn't want to focus more on that thought. As the wind began picking up the pace, she decided to make it faster on her venture home.

By the time Mika approached the covered driveway of her home, she looked like a drowned rat from the rain. Her hair was swooping over her eyes like a tail of a wet dog. Suddenly, a flash of lightning, followed by the sound of thunder scared her. She fell onto the sidewalk. She was fortunate that she missed the mud by a couple of inches. With her clothes soaked, she needed to get inside fast. She smiled at the thought that at least she can take a warm bath and spend the rest of her Saturday with her children.

Black coffee, teacakes, and show Swedish rock with my children would be soothing for the soul, she thought to herself. She already planned for Izuku to stay the night. Kyoka, no matter what, wanted her privacy, thus not sharing the room with him. However, she always convinced Izuku to sleep in her bed. She always told him that she had terrible nightmares.

She reached for the front door but realized it was locked. She slapped her forehead with her head; frustrated that she forgot her key. Absentmindedly, she left her key on the kitchen table. She was so much in a hurry that she forget it.

She peeked into the living room window, but the curtains were too dense for her to see. Even at this point, she was unsure if they were home. Maybe Kyoka went with Momo, or with one of the girls, or Izuku went with that Ochako girl, the latter of her thought she scoffed with disgust.

Knowing that Izuku might have a crush on Ochako, her daughter, or generally any other girl made her frustrated, or lack of a better word. She wanted to be the one to vie for his affection. That was the main reason why she came up with him to the concert. It was a way of breaking the ice. It was a way to show her feelings for him.

Later that night, both were sitting on her bedroom floor, talking about the things that happened. Kyoka was sleeping on the floor beside them. The Grateful Dead was playing in the background. There were tears of laughter, evident on Izuku's face as it was smudging. Both had their hands wrapped around each other recalling the events of that night.

While he was basking in the afterglow, Mika was in another frame of mind. She couldn't help but stare at the best friend of her daughter. Her heart began beating beyond the tempo of rock beats. It was there where she wanted to make a move. She didn't get that chance. Kyoka woke up. Resuming her role as mother, she told them to go to bed. She went to bed and rested her final thought on Izuku. Along with the vibrator, she kept hidden under her bed. She continued to hold his sleeping hand, up to the climax.

Having that thought delayed her breath. The thought of getting her fill of Izuku that she started feeling tense. She knew that if no one was home, she was going to have a private session of her own. She went from the front porch to the backyard. She remembered her husband telling her that there was a spare from under the rug.

She entered the home where she was met with silence. She closed the door before putting the spare key on the counter. She put her guitar on the kitchen table. Then, she noticed a faint smell of popcorn. She put her hands on the microwave.

It's warm, she thought to herself. One thing was for certain, someone was here. She made her way to the living room. It was there where she saw the DVDs of Nana and FLCL on the living room table. Along with that were an unfolded blanket and half-eaten popcorn in a bowl.

When investigating the DVDs, on the cover was the signature of its owner, Kyoka.

"Kyoka, Izuku," she called aloud.

There was no answer.

"Kyoka, Izuku," she called again.

She didn't see Izuku's shoes at the entraceway. A bit of relief entered her mind. She was afraid for a moment on the thought of if Izuku and Kyoka weren't answering because they were having sex. She shook her head with the doubt. No way in hell would he do such a thing. I don't even think Icchan liked Kyoka like that. I didn't see any signs. From what I've known, the duo is just friends. God, why was I panicking?

Suddenly, she began to hear a faint sound. At first, she thought it was the sound of the raindrops. However, there was something distinct about the sound. The sound was very riveting. Although it was faint, it was melodic. She scanned the living room, looking for the source. Knowing that she has a musician's ear, it shouldn't have been hard. She wrapped her hands around her ear, carefully listening.

Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

"Plain White T's," she said aloud.

She assumed that it was coming from the stairs. She walked toward to the source of the song. She made her up the stairs, the song getting more recognizable and louder with each step.

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'd just laugh along because we'd know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah, I can promise you
That by the time that we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

As she made her way to the hallway, she saw something that was very distinguishable. The door to Kyoka's room was closed. Quite usual, she thought, because the doors were always opened in the day. There were the occasional moments when she had her time of the month and did not want to be disturbed, but most of the time, Mika was aware.

The chorus continued to ring as she was steadily approaching the room. As she aimed for the door, she heard something that was in addition to the song. The sound of coils and spring bouncing rapidly from the bed. It was a distinct tempo, off-beat from the music, but in tempo with the groove of itself.

Then, she heard the sound of a moan.

Mika covered her mouth. She shouldn't be surprised that her daughter was of age. She had talked about abstinence. However, if she "fell into weakness," she had given her a box of condoms for protection.

Mika listened as the moans were frighteningly alluring. Each was deeper than the last. It was the sound of a woman who was at the moment. Caught in the rapture of lovemaking. Mika imagined that those moans were soul-sucking, drawing much breath as she could before making the big one.

"Whoever Kyoka is with is really giving her a good time," she said before sighing. "God, do I envy her."

Instead of leaving, she pressed her ear to the door. She wanted to observe, to study the interaction of her daughter. No, the interaction of a woman in the sequence of love-making. No, an animal in the sea of lust.

"Harder, harder," moaned Kyoka. Mika listened how the song continued ringing, but the sounds of Kyoka was overtaking the song. She can hear Kyoka seeping her saliva from her tongue. "Harder, harder, I beg of you," Kyoka screamed again.

Mika closed her eyes, trying to imagine if she were in that predicament. She kneeled as she drew her in her skirt. Barely touching her cavern, the slightest touch of her hand emitted a moan from the curious Mika. Her breath became shallow, wanting a taste of what her daughter was getting. She looked around hoping no one was coming. She dived deeper with her hands into her pussy as she musters the sensation to the thought of having a dick inside of her.

"Icchan," Mika moaned as she continued to stroke her cavern. The fluids were leaking quickly as she knew she was in heat. She tried to mask her mouth with her hands, in case if she were to get caught.

Peculiar for the mother as her thoughts were filled with jealousy from her daughter and moaning the name of another man that wasn't her husband's. It didn't matter, she thought. If my husband is going to do his thing on tour, then allow me to my thing while I am here.

"Fuck me, fuck me," screamed Mika while moaning. "You don't have no idea how much I wanted this. Yes! Yes! YES!"

Mika tucked into her lip. She continued to dig deeper into her honey pot, she was looking for the sweet spot. The sounds of her juices being released from her cavern. She knew at any moment, her dam was going to burst.

"Icchan," she moaned quietly. "God, take me away." Mika kept one hand on her pussy and the other hand to keep her balance. Now the serenade of her moans, Kyoka's moans, and Plain White T's were becoming such a lustrous trinity.

"I am coming. I am coming," cried Kyoka.

"I am coming, too," Mika purred.

"Pump your hot seed in me," cried Kyoka. "Make me pregnant, Izuku."

Mika's fantasy faded away along with the ending of the song. Her eyes became widened as if her ears did not deceive on what she had just heard. Suddenly, her hands wrapped around the knob, the door opened, and Mika fell forward inside the forbidden temple.

And sure enough, everything went to silence. Except for the sound of the rain and the crackling of the record player fading from the distance.

"Mom," cried Kyoka.

To be continued….