[Sweetheart, I'm about to cumming! (R-18)]
That day started just like any other for me, but there was this nagging, unpleasant feeling that I just couldn't shake off. The sensation originated from my lower body, and the more I allowed it to take over, the more intense it became.
I opened my eyes wide, and as always, my mother's love was so strong that she couldn't let go of her hug, even in her sleep. As I lifted my head slightly, I noticed my father peacefully sleeping beside her, completely at ease.
Looking around the dimly lit room, it felt like I had woken up earlier than I normally do.
I still couldn't wrap my head around what was going on with me. Even when I chose to drift off to sleep again, that unsettling feeling just wouldn't fade away. I had no other option but to dig deeper, and that's when it hit me.
"Please, don't tell me..." I held back my words because it just seemed too absurd to me. Nothing like that had ever happened before, and to back that up, I made sure to look my mother in the eye.
Trying not to disturb her sleep, I went ahead with my plan at a steady pace, but surprisingly, it sparked a different kind of excitement within me.
My mother, with her long jet black hair and a strikingly attractive face, had this incredible ability to make anyone feel at ease just by looking at her. Her gentle nature towards the people she loved was definitely a strong point for her.
It's no surprise that my father's feelings never faded. In fact, as their marriage went on, they seemed to grow even closer, becoming more of a loving husband and wife with each passing year.
"Let's take a look."
At first, my hands moved like snakes, slithering beneath the cozy embrace of a thick blanket. When they encountered something soft, they instinctively sought a way in, exploring the warmth and comfort surrounding them.
I didn't feel any guilt when I reached out to touch my mother's breasts. It was purely curiosity. The tension in the air built up gradually, making my heart race with each passing second.
It took my hands a moment to figure out how to navigate, but my mother's nightgown, which was pretty loose, made it easier to get through the challenge quickly. I felt this warm sensation wash over me, and I knew I was just one step away from achieving my goal.
The feel of her skin caught me off guard, but I quickly adjusted. I began to explore her chest, and eventually, my fingers found their way to her nipples.
"Holy shit! I'm feeling it right now. The thing down there definitely standing at attention." I tried to keep my excitement in check but to be honest, I was unsure if this was a good thing or not.
Even though I had gotten what I wanted and planned to pull my hand back, that sudden rush of desire that had ignited within me held me in place.
For the next few minutes, I found myself exploring the softness of her breasts. I realized just how gentle they felt, and although they had lost some of their youthful firmness, it didn't bother me. There were moments when I would apply gentle squeeze.
"Can she sense it while she's asleep?..." Worry crept into my voice as I noticed my mother's eyelashes fluttering gently. Despite everything, her eyes remained firmly shut.
This could be my one shot, so I decided not to back down easily. Instead, I leaned into it and became even bolder. I drew my body closer and then nestled my face into the warmth of her neck.
The scent of her body that I recognized so well. I had always inhaled her scent for years and felt entirely at ease in her embrace. But this time, something shifted within me, stirring a new desire that made me want even more.
I can only imagine that my lower body is probably swollen like crazy at this point. The way her thighs rubbed together drove me absolutely wild, and I finally heard her let out a soft moan.
"Darling, you're too excited... It's still early, let me sleep a little longer..."
As I listened to my mother's unclear rambling, I felt my body freeze up, as rigid as a stone. It hit me pretty fast. She seemed to believe my touch was her husband's touch. A smile gradually spread across my face.
Without wasting any time, I pulled my pants down to my thighs, giving my dick some room to breathe. As I held it in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear, as if I were handling something that belonged to someone else. But there was no denying it. This was my weapon, and I felt a swell of pride.
I decided to let go of my reservations and started applying more pressure as I squeezed her breasts. Her body trembled right away, yet, just as she had before, she believed this was simply how her husband acted.
"Arghkkk...♡ This is the first time you've squeezed my breasts that hard... if you keep going, something might happen... Nnggh...♡"
When I heard that, a wave of fear washed over me. I worried that once everything settled down, I might end up making my mother's breasts sag even more. But just like that, I pushed the thought aside and tried to forget it. I stumbled upon something quite intriguing when I noticed a liquid, which I thought was breast milk, oozing from the tip of her nipple.
Along with my palms getting all sweaty, she also dampened the front of her nightgown. My hand movements just started flowing more smoothly, all thanks to that surprising natural oil I came across.
My attention moved to something different, and even in the dim light of the room, my lips instinctively found the perfect spot on her neck, leaving behind a passionate hickey. Gradually, I felt my courage building up, and before I knew it, our faces were perfectly aligned, looking directly at each other.
My lips instinctively brushed against her chin. I could sense it building up inside me. This was the height of my desire. If I let it hang around too long, I might end up doing something even wilder and more impulsive. Even now, as I kissed her cheek, I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to press my lips against her plump ones in a passionate kiss.
"If I do that, there's no doubt she'll wake up..." I let out a heavy sigh as I muttered under my breath. I've seen her face up close before, but this time feels different. Instead of seeing my mother, I notice a mature woman with a lovely face.
After witnessing what went down today, you might assume I've lost my mind. I want to agree because, after all, she's the woman who brought me into this world in my second life. But then, when I take a time to think it over again, I have my doubts.
She remains a stranger.
That's how I feel now, but who knows, that might shift as time passes. I'm genuinely thankful for all the love and attention she's shown me. There hasn't been a single moment when I haven't felt grateful to have her as my mother in this second life of mine.
So, as long as I'm still diving into that feeling and the bond we share as mother and child, I doubt I'll ever really stop.
"Mmmh...♡ I can feel the heat in my body, sweetheart... Aghnnn…♡"
My lips playfully taunted me, gently placing soft kisses on various parts of her face, avoiding her lips on purpose. I couldn't help but notice how the tip of my dick kept pressing against her crotch.
My mother's instincts kicked in naturally as she adjusted her position slightly, allowing me to slip right between her legs. At that moment, I found myself letting out a surprising moan. I didn't see it coming, but how things are positioned now feels just right.
I could sense the softness of her vulva, even with just a thin piece of cloth between us. Each time I swayed my hips back and forth, a wave of pleasure washed over me, reminiscent of the feeling I experienced when I entered a woman's body.
Feeling that the time had finally arrived, I decided to bring out everything I had to engage every part of her body, with a special focus on her breasts and her lower body.
"I can't hold it any longer..." My voice even shook a bit because this was the first time I experienced a woman's pleasure in my second life. Perhaps it was partly due to being in a different body, but this pleasure seemed to amplify significantly.
I had no idea that simply squeezing a woman's breasts and rubbing myself between her legs could feel this good. In my first life, I found myself in a similar pattern with every woman I encountered. Each relationship felt hollow, and over time, the thrill I once experienced faded away. Eventually, being intimate with them felt just as unfulfilling as a solitary with my own hands.
Watching her lips move in such a provocative way, I found myself losing control and leaning in to kiss her. It was no ordinary kiss. It was charged with something much deeper. I was so excited. It felt like I just wanted to pull her in and share that pleasure with her. Similarly, when it came to her breasts, I was firm in my approach, squeezing them with enough intensity that her body trembled. In the end, I reached my peak, releasing my essence right between her thighs.
"Nnghkk...♡ Sweetheart, I'm about to cumming!... Ahhhh!♡"
I wouldn't be shocked if my semen made its way until it flowed into her butt crack. Similarly, her vulva became wet as her love juice mingled with my semen, the thin fabric of her nightgown failing to keep them apart.
I wasn't concerned about my father waking up. He just wasn't the kind of guy who would stir, even if the world was coming to an end. Instead, I had other things on my mind that were worrying me more.
Seeing my mother, her eyes still closed and her breath coming in gasps, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I then took time to tuck my dick back into my pants before stepping away from her to create some space.
I thought about the marks I left on her body, but I wasn't too concerned. I figured she would just associate them with her husband anyway.
"That was a hell of an intense way to masturbate," I said, finally catching my breath. It hit me just how much energy I had burned in those few short minutes. "I can already tell I'm going to wake up late."