Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Don hesitated to answer. Not because he had something to hide but because he didn't want to lie.

He knew what would come next if he agreed, but for how long could it work?

Eventually, it would become clear it's a lie. And whether or not Samantha was willing to go along with it. Don didn't want to build intimacy on pretense.

At first, like any hot blooded guy his age, he didn't mind the idea at all.

But the more time he spent with his people who genuinely cared for them, the more he saw just how self destructive it would be in the long run.

After all, what point was there in being the most powerful if no one genuinely cared for you or loved you.

Samantha read his hesitation wrongly, 'maybe he's not ready to talk about it. In that case… maybe I could just help relax…'

Immediately the thought ran through her mind, Samantha took a small step forward, causing Don to meet her gaze as he gave a reply. "I just had a lot on my mind is all."

"Oh sweetie…" Samantha murmured as she took another step forward, her bountiful chest pressing against Don's.

She raised a hand to his cheek and gave it a soft caress before asking softly, "if you… uhm… need help relaxing sweetie, you know I can help."

As Samantha said this, she brought her other hand forward, only lower.

Her fingers first landed by his waist, tracing the toned muscle there briefly, before sliding down and clutching the towel.

Don was a bit surprised to see her offer this so openly. She had to at least be somewhat keen for it as well, right?

After all, even the most caring of mothers found certain tasks to do with their child's well-being tedious.

'The longer I put it off the worse the potential fall out might be. I need to do this now.' Don thought, steeling his nerves and putting aside his worries as he made a decision.

Samantha's fingers lingered on the edge of Don's towel while the other still remained gently placed on his face.

He could feel the heat radiating from her. The warmth, the sweet scent, the softness…

It all tempted him to say yes, but instead, Don used his hand to gently brush away Samantha's from the edge of his towel.

Though the action itself was light, it caught Don by surprise. A huge wave of embarrassment hit her as she tried to take a step back, thinking she had been too forward and made things awkward.

She spoke in a quick and shaky tone now, "I-I'm sorry sweetie I shouldn't have assumed you needed-."

"No." Don cut in. He then quickly brought his hands forward and grabbed her waist, stopping her before she could pull away too far.

Samantha seemed to freeze as Don's hands held her. Their gazes met, Samantha's eyes still warm even when she looked so full of worry.

Before she could misunderstand him further, Don continued. "Can I be honest with you mom?"

Samantha's heart tightened at those words. She couldn't help but overthink what this was all about.

Despite her worries, Samantha still wanted to know what was on her son's mind. "Of course sweetie, you can tell me anything." She replied softly.

Don sighed visibly and then looked her in the eyes. "It's about the help you've been giving me." Don started, causing Samantha's stomach to feel light and empty.

"Yes?" She muttered even more softly, her voice now a little strained. Don could even feel her trembling ever so lightly.

He didn't want to cause her worry but he himself didn't know how best to come out and say what he was about to.

He took another sigh but held Samantha a little more firmly as if to reassure her.

"It's really helpful. But… it's not the main reason I asked you to help." Don paused for a moment, as if to let the words sink.

Then he continued. "A big part of me just wanted to be closer to you. I didn't really understand it at first and I didn't want to scare you or freak you out. But now I do understand. So I'd rather you think the worst of me than me having to lie to you."

Samantha was confused, so much so that she opened her mouth to speak but could form no words.

Don continued.

"The truth is, I'm attracted to you, more than I should be." As Don said this, his actions became bolder.

He moved his hands slowly down her curves, the lace of her panties light against his fingers.

Samantha's eyes quickly widened as her mind processed Don's words. 'Wait, does he mean…'

Before Samantha could fully take in what Don said, his grip became firmer.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. The action, though minor, still elicited a small groan from Samantha.

Mmh~

"Donnie… I" she murmured, audibly confused. She was unsure of how to respond.

Before she could finish, Don leaned in a bit, and caused her chest to press against his once more.

Samantha felt a shiver run down her spine when he did this but she didn't pull away. Instead she just kept his gaze, anxiously awaiting what he'd do or say.

"You feel it too right? When we're being intimate, it goes beyond just helping me. I can see it, even now…" As Don said this, he trailed and allowed his hands to roam.

Samantha on her part took in a deep breath, her body already tingling under the combined assault of his touch and words.

Confusion quickly overtook Samantha, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. But she couldn't deny it.

With a little nervousness in her motions, Samantha leaned in further into Don's embrace.

"I… sweetie… !!!!" But before she could get her first words out in response, Don suddenly leaned in even more and kissed her.

Samantha's lips parted in surprise, but Don's tongue slipped past them, deepening the kiss with a hunger that left her breathless. She stiffened at first, her mind shocked and confused.

But as the warmth of his mouth enveloped hers, she found herself wanting more.

"Mmm~," she murmured involuntarily, her hands instinctively reaching up to grasp his shoulders.

Don's hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer as he tilted his head, their lips now moving in perfect sync.

The sound of their shared breaths filled the air. ah~ oh~

Don held the kiss for a few seconds but then suddenly broke it.

Not fully.

His lips lingered close to Samantha's, the warmth of their kiss still radiating between them.

"I want you, Mom, all of you," he whispered, his voice clear with desire and desire.

Samantha's eyes fluttered, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to process the intensity of the moment.

She could feel Don's hands still tightening around her hips as they slowly moved along the soft skin of her plump round ass.

"Mmm~, Donnie…" she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

A part of her couldn't believe what he had just said. It made her feel like all this was just some dream she conjured up because of the thoughts she'd been having.

Samantha hesitated, her voice trembling as she struggled to find the words.

"I don't know, Donnie, this feels so..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with a mix of confusion and desire.

Don's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze firm. "Right," he interrupted, his voice low and husky.

"It feels right, Mom." After he said this, Don's hands tightened around Samantha's ass, finally gripping it properly.

"You can't deny it, can you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Samantha's breath hitched, her body showing her doubts as she leaned into his touch.

"I… I. But don't know if-What would people even sa-," she murmured, the logical part of her mind still trying to make her turn away.

As Don's words lingered in the air, thick with emotion, Samantha felt the last remnants of her resistance melt away.

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin.

"I want to look after you the way you have me," he whispered, his voice sincere. "I want to protect you the way you did me. I just… I just want to make you happy, not just as a mom, but as a woman. My woman."