Meanwhile, the police sirens wail in the distance, growing closer by the second. Mrs. Sato freezes for a moment, her eyes going wide with panic before she quickly scampers back to her car and starts shoving everything inside, trying desperately to hide her activities from view.

"Hikaru," she whispers urgently as she buckles herself into the driver's seat, "get in the backseat, now! And don't tell them anything!"

"Don't worry about TerraZlo," Mrs. Sato says as she starts the car and peels out of the parking lot, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. "He can take care of himself." She glances over at her son, his face still flushed with embarrassment and arousal, before turning back to the road ahead.

"Now," she says firmly, trying to regain control of the situation, "let's talk about what happened back there..."

As they drift off to sleep, Jean François Fichet and Hikaru find themselves pressed against each other. Their cocks brush against one another as they move in their sleep, sending shivers of pleasure through both boys. Mrs. Sato can't help but feel a surge of arousal as she listens to them breathe heavily in the next room; guilt follows close behind.

She lies awake for most of the night, torn between her desire and her knowledge that what they're doing is wrong.

The next morning, Hikaru wakes up to an unexpected sensation - Jean François Fichet is hard and pressing against him. Before he can even process it, Jean François Fichet starts stroking himself, his hand moving swiftly over his length.

Hikaru's own erection twitches in response, and he finds himself reaching out to touch the other boy's cock. It feels warm and smooth beneath his fingers, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Mrs.