Mom's Gift + Gift♥

I made it back to the territory.

First stop was the lord's manor, where I delivered my report — and midway through the briefing, a title dropped in. I checked it without letting it interrupt the meeting.

Holy shit. Jackpot!

The instant I confirmed the title, strength came flooding back into my wrecked body. I wasn't imagining it, either — the stamina I'd burned through in the fight was ticking back up, little by little.

Ancient rank, huh? That's pretty high up the ladder. And it lives up to the name.

Whether you've got regen or not makes a massive difference. This should save me a decent chunk on potions.

Once I finished the report, the people around me started fussing.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"Look at the state of you. Did you take a bad hit?"

"A Necro Slime... a real monster. And Lashu beat it..."

I played it cool. Acting Lord Renata, who had listened through the entire report without so much as a flicker of expression, finally spoke.

"A man who wants to be a hero can't always look pretty. Those wounds are as good as medals. You did well."

"You're too kind."

I bowed my head, and Renata flicked a glance at her steward. A pouch heavy with gold landed in my hands.

"Go buy yourself some new clothes. And from this day forward, you are a hero candidate raised under my name. Now go."

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I nearly came on the spot. Those words. She was taking me on as her direct subordinate.

Finally — the acting lord's personal project, huh? Not that anything actually changes. My plan to tap that is still very much on. Heh.

I went straight home and reported to Mom first.

She lit up and crushed me in a hug, and that familiar, outrageous fullness of her chest rolled over me like a wave.

"Haahn, congratulations! My son! I knew you could do it!♥"

"Yeah, mmph... Mom...!"

The scent coming off her nearly knocked me out. Baby lotion, with something wild and woodsy threaded through it.

She just kept beaming, tears of pure joy sliding down her cheeks.

"Hwaaahn, my son! Do you have any idea how proud I am? You did so well!"

"Don't cry. This is only the beginning. I only made it because you trained me! Nngh!"

The mood was perfect. Best it had ever been. I washed up and headed downstairs to the kitchen for dinner, where Mom was just setting a turkey on the table.

Seeing a turkey ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in real life — that thing is huge. Wonder how it tastes.

Steam curled off a roast so golden it practically glowed. The second I laid eyes on it, my mouth flooded.

We ate. I tore into the turkey and just about died.

This is better than fried chicken. Lord Chicken? No. Lord Turkey. The flavor is insane.

I demolished the meal in a daze. A victory report, a bounty, and Mom's congratulations stacked on top of each other — it was almost too good. And underneath all of it, something in my chest went tight. Back in the real world, I'd been a loner. No talent. No opportunities. Just a supporting character, an extra whose only job was to make the lead look better.

That was all I'd ever been. And this — this was the first time I had actually done something myself. The first time anyone had congratulated me like they meant it. The first time I'd been seen.

"Son, come rest with me!"

"Yes! Nngh!"

Downtime. For the first time in a while, I shared the master bed with Mom.

Lying next to her felt as good as I remembered. God, her chest was better than any pillow. Haaah.

All right. Time to collect on that promise.

I licked my lips. The room dimmed for a second, and then Mom's hand was stroking through my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hair. Her face was painfully bright.

"Really... I wish your father could have seen this."

"I want to be a hero as great as Dad. Greater."

"Oh my. That's our boy! Such a big dream — it's wonderful."

"It's not just a dream, heh."

Yeah. Not just a dream. I was packing a holy sword even bigger than that.

Which, suddenly, made me wonder. Why had Lashu's father died? He'd been the greatest hero of his age.

"Hey, Mom."

"Yes~ my son♥"

"How did Dad... how did you say he died, again?"

"...He fought the previous Demon King, and they took each other down. It's even in the history books."

Something about that sat wrong. This was the game's original world. So that particular piece of lore just... stayed?

And there was more. While she answered, something off flickered across her face. Like she was hiding something. Like there was a fact she wasn't allowed to say.

Whatever. Time to cop a feel.

Circumstances, secrets — did any of that matter right now? Someone once said the important thing is an unyielding heart.

Wrong.

The important thing is unyielding lust.

I buried myself against her. She hugged me so tight it became a full-on breast assault, and I was fine with that. I could barely breathe, and I used every gasp to pull more of that chest-scent into my lungs.

Eheheh. These tits. They look delicious.

My hands found them on their own, poking, sinking in. Then Mom's voice floated down.

"Then I suppose I should give you a gift, shouldn't I?"

"What kind of gift?"

"Mm. Well... I did get your father's permission before he passed, so..."

A rustle. Another. Mom peeled off her thin nightgown, and that pale, bare body started coming into view, inch by inch.

I nearly short-circuited.

This freak — she's making the first move? Is she even more of a pervert than I am?!

I'd lost. In raw degeneracy, I'd lost to my own mother. She stood there completely naked, smiling with her eyes, and swayed her breasts from side to side as a sweet, sticky voice spilled out of her.

"Mom. I wanted you too. Desperately."

This was the opening. Time to sell myself. Don't worry — I've got a silver tongue that could talk its way through a peace summit.

Mom tilted her head.

"That's a lie... an old woman like me?"

As far as I knew she was just hitting forty. And if you went by looks alone, early-to-mid twenties, easy. Old? Where? Even her pussy — flushed and standing out with how turned on she was, still veiled by a wisp of sheer fabric — was a delicate pale pink.

"Old? You're the most beautiful woman in the world. Every time I look at you, I get hard."

"Oh my. Really...?"

"I think it's curious about where it came from. Mom. I want you."

"Wait. Just this once..."

"No. From now on. Always. That empty place, that lonely little corner of your heart — I want to fill it."

I stepped in close and put everything I had into the words.

Maybe the sweet talk actually landed. Mom clasped her hands in front of her chest, eyes going wet.

"Oh, my son. Do you mean that...?"

"Yes, Mom. I love you!"

I reached out and took the breasts of the woman standing at the foot of the bed. God, that feeling. The hot, impossibly real sensation I'd only ever had in dreams poured over my palms.

"Hahhn♥ We shouldn't...!"

I caressed her. Words were done. This world's only family I had — my mother — climbed onto the bed with her face burning.

A soft rustle. Even the sound of her peeling off what was left down below lit up every sense I had.

And then she was naked, lying back in the moonlight, thighs parting just a little. Her lips still moved, like some last scrap of hesitation hadn't quite died.

"This really is... strange, isn't it? A mother and her son doing this. Son, what do you think— haahn!♥"

I blew the doubt out of her in one stroke, burying myself to the hilt.

That pussy, thick with orange-brown hair, took my cock and shuddered around it.

"Eehk♥ Nngh-huuuhn♥"

She squeezed her eyes shut and trembled from the waist down like a virgin tasting first love. Sweet, scorching breath spilled through the little gap of her mouth. Her voice had always been young enough to pass for a professional, but now it had gone raw — a bitch in heat finally showing her real colors. That pure, animal femaleness. I loved it.

The second the head pushed in, her walls wrapped me from every direction and clamped down. The hole itself kept fluttering, like it couldn't decide whether to swallow me or fight me off. One thing was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠obvious: that trembling pussy was getting wetter by the second, no contest.

Mom. You're looking at me as a man now, aren't you?

I put slow power into my hips and pushed deeper. She grabbed the pillow with both hands and moaned.

"Already this— hahhn♥ so deep inside, haah♥ I've become one with my son...♥"

Her body twitched, and still her thighs rubbed gently along my sides, stroking me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Pure instinct. I'd just shoved my cock into her without warning — she should have been reeling — but of course Mom was built of sterner stuff.

I started a slow rhythm. Her pussy clung to the shaft and dragged along it with every stroke. I traced her cheek, then carefully brought my mouth to hers. She smiled and kissed me back.

"Heeuhn♥ mmph♥ chuu, haah♥"

I licked along her lips and slipped inside. Her tongue had been coiled waiting, and it met mine like two snakes that had known each other for years, winding together, trading thick saliva in a heat like an open furnace.

"Nnmmuuhn♥ chuu, chup♥ huun, heeaahn♥"

The deeper the kiss went, the harder I drove the cock buried in her. I picked up the pace, and her smile started to slip.

"Oh my, more and more, haahn♥ I'm supposed to set an example as your mother, but I can't hold it in. Our son really is the chosen hero♥"

Squelch. Shlick.

Thrust. Thrust. Slap, slap, slap!

The sound of flesh on flesh grew wetter, heavier. She shook, and her legs locked around my waist like she had no intention of letting go — like she wanted me to feel exactly how hot the slick pouring out of her had gotten.

"Haah, haahn♥ Something longer and harder than a stake, my son's cock, is stirring up my insides♥ It keeps poking, nngh-nngh♥ It's so hot I'm going to melt. Hahhn♥ I'm turning into a bitch♥"

Flushed scarlet, impaled, crying out — she was so lovely I tapped her lips and kissed her again. We found each other's mouths once more.

"Mmph."

"Nngh♥ heeaahn, muuhn♥ shlrrp♥"

This wasn't a son and mother being sweet. This was a man and a woman devouring each other — tongues hunting, mouths claimed, lips licked, heat shared in a tangle that soaked the sheets in sweat while our bodies stayed locked together, top and bottom.

Smack, smack! Thud, thump, slap!

I wanted her. I wanted to taste more of her. I left her mouth and licked along her lips like a dog. She was clumsy at it, but she licked my cheek in return, warm and earnest, doing a bitch's job the way it was meant to be done.

"Nngh-hhp♥ slurp, chup♥ huu, aheung♥ You're sweet, my son♥"

"You taste amazing, Mom. Nngh."

The rhythm was already at its peak. My body heat had climbed so high I thought my brain might cook in my skull, and I still couldn't stop — I just kept slamming that overwhelmingly swollen cock into her.

Creak. Creak.

The whole bed rocked. Her body rocked with it. The two heavy mounds on her chest whipped back and forth without mercy. Like a priestess who'd just been saved, Mom let tears slip free and her tongue lolled out.

"Hahhk♥ It keeps stabbing, my womb, like you're going to punch right through it! Aahn♥ kyaaahn♥ He's stabbing the place he came fromooon♥"

"Having sex with you feels so good. Nngh, Mom."

I shifted my weight forward and poured everything I had into it.

Slap, slap! Thud, thud, THUD!

"Nngh♥ huungk♥ hahp, hhaahn♥"

That numbing rush started climbing through my hips — and she must have felt the change, because she gave me the softest smile.

"Huhu♥ Do whatever you want♥ My hero son♥"

And then the bitch came all the way out.

"Hihk-heung♥ It's going through, my womb is punching opeeen♥ It hurts so much I need medicine, I need it! Yes — that thick, burning stuff! Haaahn♥ It's been so long, this feeling, I love it so muuuch♥"

The whites of her eyes started to show. Her face came apart, and what was left was a bitch's blissed-out smile. I drove in with everything I had and held my breath.

Spurt — fwoosh, fwoosh! Pulse, puuulse—!

"Aaah, it burst! Come in, my son's seed is coming inside meeeee♥"

I dumped my seed into the place I'd been born. I barely had a second to register how rare that felt before Mom was shaking through the whole finale, riding it out with her entire body.

We were soaked. We didn't even try to pull apart.

"Haahn, uhn♥ huung♥"

I eased back. Our mouths came unstuck, and a thread of saliva stretched between us like a spiderweb before it broke. She smiled, dazed and satisfied. She looked like a girl.

"Huhu♥ Our son. You were wonderful. I'm so proud of you♥"

She pointed between her legs.

"Your cock already slipped out, but here... right heeere. It still tingles. It hurts♥ Your seed just keeps coming out♥"

Then some new thought crossed her mind, and her smile turned wicked.

"What do you think would happen if Lashu's child were born? Huhu. Would they become a hero too?♥ We'll have to keep trying. Often. The two of us♥"

I laughed, wrecked, and lay down beside her. Yeah. That was the plan.

Mom, what the hell. Her affection was already on another level? And it just shot through the roof on top of that.

Something seemed to occur to her.

"Ah — there's still the hidden gift, isn't there!"

"Now I'm curious!"

Wait. The sex wasn't the hidden gift?

I watched. Mom didn't even bother wiping the white still dripping out of her. She just leaned off the side of the bed and pulled something up — a sword without a speck of dust on it.

"This is the famed blade your father used, and our family heirloom. It's called the Dawn Guardian!"

Light began to pour from the sword.