Girlfriend's Body is Pure Healing!
Her body itself was pure healing. My mind went blank. Like floating in zero gravity. It felt like one of those old dreams. A familiar house from long ago. 'If I do this, we'll meet again.' Before my parents divorced. Back when they were the biggest part of my world—especially Mom, who was everything. It was one day right around when I finished elementary school.
I suddenly woke up.
"Mom."
"Yeah? Why'd you wake up? Take a longer nap."
There she was. Right nearby. That same soft, gentle voice. Just hearing it made everything feel at ease.
"I dunno."
"What a silly kid."
I glanced back at her. And I was shocked. Even if it was a dream. Her face wasn't visible. No, her whole body was blurry, like it had been mosaiced.
'Why? Is this a nightmare? Right? There's no way I can't remember my own mom!'
I stared in surprise. She tilted her head. Gently placed her hand on my forehead. It was warm. Even though I couldn't see her clearly, it felt so incredibly warm.
"Not a cold. So why the blank stare?"
"Oh, uh, it's nothing."
"Too excited about middle school to sleep? Geez."
"Nah, it's not that. Middle school's boring. And the kids are all noisy."
"What're you saying, you little old man? I'll make you some stir-fried rice cakes."
Mom headed to the kitchen. Blurry for some reason. But so endearing. Even rubbing my eyes didn't clear it up. A slight anxiety crept in. This urgent feeling that if I didn't act now, I'd never see her again.
"Mom."
No response. I called again.
"Mom?"
She was cooking in the kitchen, not answering. Busy? Didn't hear? I finally headed there.
"Huh?"
The moment I tried to take a step, my body felt insanely heavy. Even one step made me sweat. What the hell? Was I going crazy? Still, I pushed forward. Gritting my teeth, I yelled.
"Mom, look at me! Mom!"
She still had her back turned. Only the sizzle of rice cakes in oil echoed emptily. I advanced desperately. Biting my lower lip for strength.
'I don't want to let her go like this!'
I bit so hard blood came out. Desperately, I shouted.
"Mom, please! I'm right here. You won't leave, right? Mom! Look at me, please!"
Finally, I reached her from behind. But then, like time froze, she stiffened. No, the whole world stopped.
Panting, I forced a smile. Like an ascetic reaching paradise.
"Mom, I'm here. I want to marry a woman just like you. No, you. I just want to be by your side forever!"
The words I'd always wanted to say. The ones I'd joked about. But no reply. With trembling hands, I grabbed her arm and turned her around.
"Mom? Gasp!"
"Why would I be your mom?"
"Hah! Huh, huff."
I woke up. Swallowed dryly and looked around. Thankfully, it was the hotel room. Right, the hotel. Yeah, not home.
"Haa, haa."
Traces of last night's intense sex with my sister were everywhere. Scattered clothes and robes. The lingering musky scent. Us tangled under the messy blankets.
"Whew, fuck."
I pressed my forehead and shook my head. Felt like a nightmare. But I couldn't remember it clearly. The one thing that stuck:
'The moment she turned, Mom turned pitch black. Her voice distorted at the end.'
I sighed lowly. Did I still like her? Miss her? Unable to escape? Like a damn kid. I glared wide-eyed.
'Fuck that shit. Why would I miss a woman like that? The bitch who abandoned me!'
Anger made my body tremble. But no matter how mad I got, how much I yelled. Nothing eased. I just felt pathetic.
"Whew."
I sighed and turned. My sister slept peacefully beside me, blanket barely covering under her breasts. I stared blankly down at her. Stroked her cheek.
"Mm... Huh? Babe, you're up?"
"Yeah."
She asked in a slightly husky voice. Opening her eyes, she looked at me. Her blue eyes sparkled beautifully as she smiled. Even bleary-eyed, she looked refreshing.
"You played with me so much last night♥"
"We played with each other."
"True. We're just that unstoppable couple♥"
"Haha, whoa? It's already noon?"
It was around 12. Damn, how long did we sleep? No, how long did we go at it all night? Had I ever gone this wild?
"Oh no, we burned too hot."
"We partied all night."
"My back still hurts. My womb keeps tingling."
"Hah, really?"
"Doesn't it hurt you, babe?"
"Dunno. Haha."
I laughed weakly. I was okay, actually. But even MMA training wasn't this brutal. All I remembered was my back aching—nothing else. How beastly did I get?
'Limiter completely off.'
Like possessed, we fucked through the night. As if the world was ending tomorrow. First time in my life, but no regrets. Guys would get it.
'Pure, raw sex. Chicken? No comparison. Burning white-hot? Exactly this.'
I let out a sigh of admiration. Felt her hand on my back. Warm yet somehow cool. Tracing my spine, slowly moving up. I turned, and she grinned wide.
"Didn't know you could be such a beast♥"
"You were amazing too. Ugh, so sore."
"Babe♥ Wanna rest today?"
"Yeah. We're leaving tomorrow anyway. Whew."
"Mmm! Here, lean on me. Lie down, babe♥"
What service was this? I leaned back. Her massive tits enveloped my head like a pillow dispenser. Cozy as a massage chair. A smile crept up.
"Hya, so soft. Totally fluffy!"
"Yeah? You're such a perv♥"
"Wow, this is real comfort. Total healing."
"Flatterer, hehe."
"For real!"
I smiled comfortably. Leaning on her, I let out a long breath. The nightmare's turmoil settled. Felt human again. She stroked my cheek, then pinched lightly.
"Ow!"
"Bad dream?"
"Huh?"
"Your face looked complicated. But now you seem relieved?"
"Oh, yeah, it was."
Damn, couldn't hide from her. Didn't want to talk more. Maybe erasing "real mom" from my head would help. Wish it were that easy. I smiled darkly.
'Just accept stepmom as Mom? Might make it better?'
I thought, then shook my head. Probably not. And meeting now to hear the truth? No way.
'She abandoned me. Never seeing her. Dad's pathetic too, but Mom... haa.'
I rolled over. Her white, full breasts loomed like hills, mountains. Her sweet scent teased my nose pleasurably.
"Thanks, babe."
"You say that again♥ What's so great?"
"Just... after the nightmare, being alone would've dragged me down more."
"Mm, yeah."
She stroked my head. Seemed casual, but she knew exactly how. She looked down at me. Our eyes met. We both smiled.
"Having you next to me feels so good too."
"Hehe."
Grrrrowl.
We both startled. Laughter bubbled up. Stomach clock going off.
I scratched my head.
"Hungry, babe?♥"
"Wasn't that your stomach?"
"Hey, don't slander me. Bad boy!"
"How're you gonna punish me?"
She pondered, eyes crinkling mischievously.
"Hmm, sequel to all-night sex?"
"Ugh, mercy!"
I chuckled and got up. Headed to the bathroom together to wash up. Going in together felt natural now. She filled the tub.
"Let's try the tub!"
"Yeah. Brush first."
We brushed side by side in the mirror, all lovey-dovey. I placed a hand on her head. She pouted, then bumped me playfully and leaned over. Splashed water on each other's faces while washing.
'Love this vibe.'
Kid-like and silly. That's what made it so intimate. Soon the white tub filled with warm water. I took her hand and we slipped in together.
"Whoa, nice and warm."
"This is great."
Feet first, warm water welcomed us. Wrapped gently. Up to thighs, waist in one go. Splash. Body felt heavy, one with the tub. Fatigue melted into comfort. She leaned on my shoulder. I offered it gladly.
"Haa, so good♥"
"Yeah, really. Even better with you."
"Hehe, 'cause it's me. Feel your shoulder—solid!"
"Just average. You're embarrassing me, haha."
I laughed awkwardly. Come to think of it, she always showered me with praise. She gave a lewd eye-smile, then fiddled with my cock. I looked surprised; she shook her head.
"No, no. Not sex."
"Oh, okay."
"Why so shocked? Cute♥ Usually like a big dog, now a Pomeranian♥"
"I-Is that so."
I averted my eyes. Such blunt examples. She massaged my cock and balls like a pro, familiarly. Then stroked my body gently. Sharing the tub with her was too erotic. Soon she whispered stickily.
"Thanks for matching my pace all night. Must've been tough."
"Gym conditioning level. Manageable."
"Hehe, even this?"
Odd feeling—I looked down. Her fingertip teasing my urethra. Shocked.
"Ack!"
"Normally you'd be hard and devour me♥"
"I'm human too."
"It's fine, it's fine."
She smiled warmly, stroking my head. We leaned on each other, shared worries, passed time blissfully. Felt great, then got out and dressed.
"Can we go now?"
"As long as we're not super late, we should squeak by?"
"Let's go then."
"Yeah♥"
She hugged my left arm, wrapping it with her tits. Down in the elevator. Buffet lunch at the restaurant, like yesterday. I glanced around.
"Lots of kids."
"Yeah, this place draws families."
"They like fishing?"
"What random thing, hehe. There's a kids' facility nearby called Crinkle Crinkle."
I nodded slowly. Good targeting. Hotels or pro wrestling—kids pay off surprisingly.
"Mmm, tasty."
We ate together. Mid-soup, she turned. Eyes on the kids.
"Kinda jealous."
"Of what?"
"Having kids out of love."
I looked at her. Then the kids, back to her. She really seemed envious. I smiled and took her hand.
"We can too."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Even if the world opposes. I want that with you. That's love."
"Hehe, me too♥"
Her eyes lit up with a grin. Felt even closer. Yeah, someday. A kid. The fruit of our love.
But then a message came from someone.