As A Man...

Ding~ 

The moment she heard the cute little timer that looked like an egg, ring its chime, the first thought on her mind was to run away. Run quickly and close herself in a room, so that her son had no chance of bringing her to the dining table.

She had to do it without warning him, since she didn't believe that she was faster than her son at her age, and knew she had to get a headstart to escape from her son. 

This would also come under the rules, as this was something her own son did in the past to avoid his meals. He would lock himself inside the bedroom, and she'd have to use the master key to open the room and drag him to eat his food, since he was always so insistent on not having anything other than his snacks.

But honestly,  the reason she was going as far as to lock herself in her room when this was only a friendly bet between her and her son, wasn't simply because she didn't want to lose and didn't want to take any chances against her son. 

It was also because she had a very bad feeling when she saw her son's face, since even though he had the same look on his face, his eyes were looking at her like he was silently mocking her actions as if they were all futile in front of him. It was almost like he had the whole situation under his control, and was eyeing her up like a wolf that saw a juicy piece of steak, which gave her goosebumps. 

In her opinion, it was absurd to think that her son could make her feel this way. But the way he was looking at her, like she had fallen into his trap, when it's supposed to be the other way around, rubbed her the wrong way and gave her an ominous feeling, which made her body scream at her legs to run away from her son as fast as she can, or else he would eat her up.

There was also the utter confidence and calmness in his eyes, as if he already knew that he had no chance of losing and was calmly waiting for his win to arrive at his doorstep, which really alarmed her about the situation. 

She knew that her son didn't have the patience to deal with the antics kids throw all the time, and thought her son would give up after quickly getting frustrated with her actions, which was the reason she agreed to this bet since she thought that she would easily win. But now the look on her son's face made her doubt her belief, and even made her think that the scales were on his side, then hers, for some unfathomable reason she couldn't exactly explain, other than saying that her son's gaze put her off. 

If it were before today, then she wouldn't have minded losing the bet and calling her son daddy, since she would've considered it be quite funny to call her 17-year-old son her father, and would've thought that it would be a nice inside joke between mother and son, that they would laugh about in the years to come.

But after feeling the sensation she felt, when her son gave her that passionate hug that made her feel something that she shouldn't have felt from her own son, she knew that calling him daddy wouldn't be the same as before and would have a whole different meaning to her.

You see, ever since her son was a baby who she bottle-fed herself, all the way up to when he entered the second year of highschool, she had always seen him as her baby boy who needed his mother's help all the time, and never even considered him to be a grown up even though he was obviously an adult right now. 

She always treated him like a little kid that had never grown up in her eyes, and coddled him like a child, which her son hated so much that he limited her interactions with her because she was so loving and bubbly towards him, and stopped talking to her unless it was necessary because of his mother's overwhelming love.

She also knew that she was a bit overbearing when treating her son and knew that she had to be a little bit more reserved, and treat him like the grown-up he was. But she simply couldn't do that no matter how she tried, since she could only see him as a child who needed her help to put on his clothes, and always needed her by his side so that he didn't stumble along the way.

That young image of him was instilled in her mind just like how every other parent never truly treat their children like adults; even after they grow older, and she could only see her son as a baby boy no matter what she did.

But today it all changed, as she stopped thinking of her son as a child, and couldn't help but think of him as an adult who has already grown up. 

If that image change had stopped there, where she simply saw him as an independent young adult, then it would've been fine, and she would've thought to herself that she had matured and was finally letting go of her son and letting him spread his wings on his own.

But unfortunately, the way she looked at her son didn't stop right there, which would've been the perfect sweet spot for a healthy mother-son relationship, and it went even further to the point that the way she was seeing her son was very dangerous, not just for their relationship but for their family as a whole.

What I'm trying to say is that, after 17 years of treating her son like a child, she had finally stopped doing that and accepted that he was a grown up, now. But unfortunately, she went even further down the route that distanced the image of her son and the baby she held in her hands in the past. And now, because of what happened earlier, she not only saw him as an adult, but also as a man.

A man of the opposite sex, that she could potentially have feelings for...

And a fully grown man that she couldn't really, purely consider her son anymore, since that very son of her's could stimulate her inner desires with a simple touch of his hands, which was something someone who she treated as family could never do...

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I'll be posting the rest of the backlog today, so you can wait until it all comes out. And her mother's change will also be slowly explained in the coming chapters, so don't think that it came out of nowhere, since there were also a few hints that some people picked up from the previous chapters.