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It had been one Hell of a week. It wasn't even over yet. He was supposed to be training for his match with Matoi in the Naturals Election tomorrow but here he was, stepping off a bus - which visibly shifted as he got off - to his family home, several miles from Honnouji Academy. The simple fact that he had to get one of the school's bus. He had told Satsuki that it was to clear his head after the car incident but, in reality, Ira had to check on his mother. Make sure she hadn't gotten into anything she shouldn't have.

He had to duck as he opened the door to the house and entered the building. "I'm home," he called, half expecting his younger sister to respond first, because his mother was asleep.

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[boobsofsteel]

Masane murmured in her sleepy haze as she rolled over, the toy slipping from her hands and falling to the floor. "Mmmmphfmmmm, five more minutes..."

It was actually Riko who had put up the biggest argument against moving. She was still volunteering at the local retirement home and she was worried about how the people living there would do without her. Surely they would have sorely missed the little angel as well. Riko was too good for her family.

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It took everything within Ira to keep from just smacking himself in the face. He really had to admire his younger sibling for being able to keep up with her own schoolwork, volunteer, and keep an eye on Masane. Ira put his foot under the back of the couch and lifted, effectively tilting the couch enough to tip his mother out on the floor.

"How many times have I told you to keep the toys in your room, mother?"

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Masane yelps as the couch is lifted, tumbling to the floor in a heap. "Gama, why did you have to do that, I was having a nice dream." It's not even that she's aware he's there, he's just the only person who ever can or did do that to her. She grumbles as she returns to the land of the waking, running her fingers through her messy bed head and making smacking noises with her mouth while the dildo thrums and wiggles in a vain attempt to get out from under her ample rear.

It's a good 45 seconds before things finally click and she looks up with a broad smile, "Gama! You're home!" She leaps up and throws herself into a nice big hug on her son...which of course barely gets around his hips.

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As soon as he tipped the couch, he started watching his watch. It always had been rather amusing to see how long stuff like that would take her to wake her up. At the hug, he kind of awkwardly pats her on the head, not wanting to squish her with his own hug.

"Just be glad it was me that found you and not Riko," he said once she had released him, picking up the dildo and turning it off. "You really should have some kind of pants on outside your room, Mom."

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It's a happy childlike smile as she leans into the patting. She knows how strong he is but she's never thought that his love for her was any less, not matter how much he had to hold back. However her face turns to a pout when he scolds her.

"But I just got home from work! And it's so hot out! It's more comfy to lounge without pants!" Even so she steps away and finds a pair of shorts to put on, "So, how is school going?"

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And so Gama is left sitting on the couch awkwardly holding his mother's dildo for a moment before just opting to put it out of sight for the moment.

"Classes were suspended this week in preparation for the Naturals Election on Monday. It's been chaos, but we've seen the combat capabilities of a number of the clubs - specifically the sports clubs - increasing exponentially."

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Masane plops back down on the couch with a concerned look on her face, "You're not going to get hurt, are you? I know you've been playing with Satsuki since you were in school together, but I don't want you pushing yourself."

Says the woman who has been working bounty jobs as a bioweapon. The witchblade is just as dangerous to the user as the star uniforms. Maybe even moreso.

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He gave an amused snort, leaning back on the couch and resting an arm on the back of the couch, more out of habit than anything. "I've been under constant attack all week by the one and two star students. None have been able to do anything to me. Only Matoi poses a real threat, and even then I doubt she could breech my impenetrable defenses." He does let his tone change to a more serious note when it came to Satsuki though.

"As for Satsuki-sama... this is more than just 'playing', mother. Satsuki is going to change the world for the better, sooner than you might think. I just wish you could see that." He chewed on his lip for a moment, debating whether he should prod further, but... he worried for his family - specifically that they would be taking the wrong side in the upcoming conflict. "It's also come to our attention that a member of the Nudist Beach terrorist group may have infiltrated Honnouji Academy. ...Given your contacts, I was wondering what you knew about them." ...Or if she was involved with them at all.

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Masane pouts as she listens. In spit of both of their confidence in his skills and durability, she still doesn't want to see her son get hurt. Her face falls even further as he brings up Satsuki and she grabs one of the couch cushions, squeezing it tight while she sits crosslegged in front of him.

"I know you believe that, and if you do then I know it has to be true...but she's doing a lot of harm to people right now. I'm just wondering if there's another way." She chews her lip as she holds back. It's really just a secret by agreed silence that some of her own missions have been done to help Nudist Beach. She's gotten the idea that they're both working for the same goals, even if they can't share details with each other for the sake of security. If it wasn't for the fact that she was trying to keep Riko out of all of this then a lot more would be out in the air right now.

"How long will you be home?"

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Ira's face fell slightly at the silence. He'd learned long ago that silence and avoiding the question meant that she knew more than she was letting on. Coupled with what Inamuta had been able to find out about the Witchblade and some of the missions she'd taken on, there was no doubt in his mind that she'd worked with Nudist Beach at least a few times now. He wanted so desperately to tell her what Satsuki had told him. About the nature of Life FIbers, Ragyou's plans of world domination - and destruction... but at the same time, he knew his mother. She'd want to tell her contacts to keep them safe, to tell Nudist Beach in an attempt to form a unified front. If not for Ragyou's spies being implanted in virtually every organization around the world, he would have. But he could not jeopardize Satsuki's rebellion. He had to keep telling himself it was for their own good. He sighed, pulling off the gauntlets of his uniform and began undoing the front of his shirt.

"The elections are in two days. I will need to be on campus tomorrow afternoon to oversee the modifications to the courtyard Satsuki-sama wants to implement."

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Masane nods, still a little sad about where this conversation has turned, but it can't be helped for now. She's been hearing a few things down the pipeline about some upcoming operations, and while she wants to warn him she has to keep quiet. She and Satsuki never saw away to eye, even when she was younger, but she knows in her heart that she would never put Gamagori in the way of something he couldn't handle.

She begins to pull off her own tshirt as well, more aware of it and methodical now than her accidental bottomless nap before. As the clothing clears her head and she tosses it aside, she leans in to press her heavy breasts to her son's chest.

"Just...promise me you'll be careful. I don't know what I'd do if..."

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While not quite the reaction he was going for, he was far from objecting. While he did use his uniform to its fullest and accepted it as his skin in battle... the idea of parasitic clothing still made him a little uneasy, leading him to get out of it whenever he wanted to relax. Still, the idea of being with his mother like this was easily the most relaxing thought on his mind.

"The power my uniform gives me rivals that of your own abilities. There's nothing to worry about, mother."

As she leans in, he just strokes her hair softly, one hand running down her back. "How long will Riko be out? Should we move to the bedroom?"

[boobsofsteel]

Masane sighs as she leans into her son's embrace. He was always able to fill the room, both figuratively and literally. It felt good to know that he was there to protect her as much as she did her best to do the same. She may not be the best mother, but she would do anything in her power to keep her children safe and make them happy.

"Mmmm, she'll be out for a while. She's volunteering today, and then she'll be doing some shopping. We have until 4."

She leans in and kisses him, letting all her worries about past battles and future operations slip away. It wasn't the time to get caught up in them. The question of which one of them was backing the right side, as well as making sure he WAS up for fighting, all that could wait until tomorrow.

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Despite the facade of isolation he kept at school - primarily to keep himself as larger-than-life as possible to better keep order - Ira had always been fond of physical contact, and Masane always knew just how to relax him in that regard. The sex didn't hurt matters any either. Before he really realized just what he was doing, he had shifted sideways to lay on his back on the couch, pulling Masane on top of him.

"That gives us a couple hours."

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She nods at his estimate, not wanting to wast any more time on words. Masane smiles as she lets her hands trace over her son's broad chest and belly as she straddles his lap. He's always been her rock, and Riko her anchor. She needed them more than they ever needed her, and this was but one of the ways she thanked them for being there for her.

Her hips began to rock, her cotton shorts the only garment remaining as she began to tease him through his uniform slacks. Feeling him grow beneath her was always a fun pastime and never quite the same each time.