Chapter 715: The Mystery of The Unknown Mom

As I was still sucking on Yuki’s soft, heavy tits, a sudden sound of someone running down the stairs echoed loudly through the house.

I knew June was still standing right outside the bathroom door. This noise belonged to someone else.

"Brother, calm down!" June’s voice came through the wood, sharp and panicked.

Yuki’s eyes widened in alarm. She leaned in and whispered so only I could hear, "Alex... I need to go."

I kept one hand firmly on her breast, feeling the warm, soft weight of it fill my palm. "What’s happening, Yuki?" I asked quietly. From the chaos outside, it sounded like something serious was unfolding in the house.

June’s footsteps suddenly pounded away from the bathroom door and raced down the hallway in a hurry.

"It’s my son, Alex," Yuki said, her voice tight with worry. "He’s sick."

So that was who the fourth toothbrush in the cup belonged to. The realization finally clicked into place.

My thick cock was still pressed hard against the soft curve of her belly, throbbing with heavy need. Without thinking, my hips kept making small, instinctive movements, the swollen shaft sliding against her warm skin as it chased even the slightest friction. Every part of me wanted to keep her right there.

I didn’t want to let her go. The feel of her mature body against mine was too addictive. But the urgency in her voice and the panicked commotion outside made it clear that something serious was happening. Judging by the sound of the running footsteps, whoever was out there seemed perfectly healthy. I wondered if it was her son and, if so, what could be wrong with him.

Yuki was already pulling away, her expression full of genuine worry. I forced myself to step back and release her soft breasts.

She quickly grabbed her damp clothes from the tiled floor, the thin white vest and short cotton shorts still wet from sweat and from pressing tightly against my body, and pulled them on as fast as she could. Without another word she slipped out of the bathroom and hurried away, leaving me alone in the steamy room.

I looked down.

My cock stood thick and painfully hard, the sudden interruption leaving it aching and unsatisfied, the heavy head still glistening slightly.

I needed to see what all the ruckus was about. I grabbed a clean towel from the rack, wrapped it tightly around my waist to cover myself, and headed out after her.

When I stepped out into the living room, the scene hit me immediately.

A young man was twitching and panicking in the middle of the room, his body jerking with restless, uncontrolled energy. He was wearing plain overnight pajamas that looked like they had been slept in for days.

June was already trying to calm him down, her hands hovering near his shoulders without quite touching him, while Yuki had just reached them a second before me, her face full of worry.

The guy had long, slightly messy hair that fell past his ears and a decent amount of untrimmed beard covering his jaw. His skin was pale, the kind of pale that came from staying indoors too long, away from sunlight.

Everything about him looked unwell, not just physically, but in a deeper, restless way that made the whole room feel tense.

"Jake, baby, what happened?" Yuki asked, her voice cracking with emotion. She looked like she was about to cry as she watched her son like that, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

Jake shook his head wildly, eyes unfocused and darting around the room. "I don’t want to live here. I want to go to my mom," he said, his voice rising and falling like he couldn’t control the words coming out of his mouth. He didn’t look normal at all, more like someone completely lost inside his own head.

"Brother, we’ll take you there, I promise," June said quickly, trying to keep her voice steady and gentle. "Just go back to your room for now, okay?"

"No!" Jake shouted, the sound sharp and sudden in the small living room. "You all just lie and lie! I want to go to her. She loves me!" His eyes filled with tears as he spoke, but the frantic energy in his body didn’t fade.

I stepped fully into the room, one hand keeping the towel tight around my waist. "Hey... what’s going on?" I asked, looking between them. "Where does he want to go?"

I couldn’t make sense of it. He kept saying he wanted to go to his mom, but wasn’t Yuki standing right there his real mother?

Jake’s head snapped toward me the moment he noticed a new person in the house. His expression twisted into sudden hostility, eyes narrowing.

"Who are you?!" he shouted. Then, just as quickly, a strange, desperate hope flashed across his face. "Did she send you? Are you going to take me to her?"

Before I could answer or even react, he rushed forward, dropped hard to his knees right in front of me, and grabbed my leg with both hands. He shook me with surprising strength, hard enough that the towel wrapped around my waist nearly came loose and slipped.

"Hey, buddy... I’m not who you think I am," I said carefully, looking down at the man still gripping my leg. The whole situation felt surreal, this stranger on his knees, eyes full of desperate hope, holding onto me like I was some kind of answer.

Jake looked up at me with desperate eyes. "Please... take me to her. I miss her warmth. I know she loves me, even though I couldn’t..."

His words trailed off mid-sentence. He stopped speaking and simply gazed into the distance, eyes unfocused, as if a powerful memory had suddenly pulled him somewhere far away from the living room.

The moment Jake drifted into that daze, June moved with practiced speed. She stepped in behind her brother, pulled a small syringe from her pocket, and quickly pressed it into the side of his neck. The injection was smooth and fast.

"No... don’t make me sleep," Jake mumbled, his voice already growing thick and slurred. "I want to sleep with my mom..."