The Forbidden Mother
'Ugh... what is this? I feel like I've felt this before...'
My consciousness was slowly drifting back, and my brain began to stir, but I couldn't even open my eyes yet. I was left with only the faintest sensations.
I felt a large, soft mass in my hand, and without even thinking, I began to knead it.
'It's warm... and there are bumps... but it feels so good...'
It was a feeling that was both nostalgic and unfamiliar, but I didn't feel a shred of aversion. I kept clenching and unclenching my hand, lost in the sensation.
'So soft... and this part here is big and soft, too... it’s even more resilient.'
My left hand reached downward, not upward, and grabbed another mass that was just as soft as the one in my right hand, yet possessed a powerful, springy elasticity.
'It feels like my hand is sinking into it... I don't want to let go...'
As both my right and left hands reveled in the touch of something so soft and large that my hands could barely contain it, my mind grew even more peaceful, and I continued to knead away.
'I didn't feel this when I was a kid... but I've touched it recently... what is it...'
If I focused just a little more, I could figure it out, but right now, not even 10% of my consciousness had returned. I had felt this texture before, but I couldn't place it; I just kept kneading, enjoying the sensation without pause.
"Hmm... Mom..."
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
I didn't know why I said it—perhaps it was a memory etched into my brain from infancy, or maybe it was pure instinct. The word "Mom," a person I had never even seen, tumbled naturally from my lips. As my mind slowly cleared, I finally opened my eyes.
"Did you... sleep well?♥"
"Ah... Mother-in-law... M-Mother-in-law?!"
I was so startled I tried to sit up, but—
"Ugh?!"
"It's alright, just rest a little more.♥"
With her hands wrapped around my head, she kept me from rising, pulling me firmly into her chest instead.
'What is this? I clearly remember eating the abalone porridge and falling asleep...'
After eating the porridge she’d prepared, exhaustion had washed over me, and I’d drifted off. She had been sitting next to me, but we certainly hadn't been lying here naked together.
"I thought you might be hot, so I took your clothes off. That's alright, isn't it?"
"Ah, yes... I suppose it doesn't matter, but..."
It wasn't exactly the kind of conversation a mother-in-law and son-in-law should be having, but that ship had sailed long ago. I didn't dwell on it and just looked up at her.
"You can think of me as a body pillow and hug me as much as you like.♥"
"No, I don't have that kind of hobby..."
Squeeze.
"For someone who says that, you were kneading my breasts and buttocks the whole time you were asleep... the entire time.♥"
"Th-that was just... without me knowing..."
The soft, large, and firm masses I’d felt in my sleep were indeed her breasts and buttocks. That was why the feeling had been so familiar.
"Honestly, Juhyun, you really do love my breasts and buttocks.♥... Yeonji's breasts have gotten a bit bigger over the last few months, too. That was your doing, wasn't it?♥"
"What? N-no, that... that wouldn't be..."
Honestly, Yeonji's breasts were larger than when I’d first met her, and I couldn't deny that I’d been kneading them to my heart's content.
"It's fine... My breasts belong to you, Juhyun, so you can touch them as much as you want... even in front of Yeonji.♥"
"Gulp..."
My mother-in-law, who served me as her Master, smiled lewdly and seduced me.
Even now, I couldn't take my hands off her breasts and buttocks, but her face was filled with a smile of deep satisfaction.
"Come to think of it, you were talking in your sleep."
"Was I? ...I didn't know that."
I just gave up and continued to feel the texture of her body while holding her, and that's when she spoke.
"You said... 'Mom'."
"Th-that... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."
"Hehehe, no, it's alright.♥"
I was flustered and my face turned red because I had called her "Mom" without realizing it, but she didn't seem to care at all.
In fact, she looked happy, so she didn't seem offended in the slightest.
"I know all about how you lived when you were young, Juhyun, so you don't have to apologize like that.♥"
"Yes, thank you, Mother-in-law..."
I was a little bothered by how she knew about my childhood when I’d never told her, but I didn't bother asking.
"I understand that you miss your mother."
"I don't even have any memories of her... I don't miss her at all."
It might sound cold, but she was the mother who abandoned me when I was so young that I didn't even have a single memory of her. Therefore, it made no sense for me to miss her or have any memories of her.
"Even if you don't have memories, the fact that you were born and raised by her hasn't changed... At the very least, there must be a tiny bit left in your memory."
"Mother-in-law..."
She held me close, speaking as if she knew everything even without me saying a word. As her soft, warm body enveloped me, my heart naturally softened, and I felt a sense of peace.
"Since I am the mother of Yeonji and Yeonhee, perhaps you felt I was similar to your own mother."
"Is that... so..."
"Hehehe, people sometimes feel emotions they don't understand themselves, so you don't have to worry about it so seriously."
"Yes, Mother-in-law..."
Our relationship had become quite twisted, but that didn't mean she was a bad person. She had a slightly intense sexual inclination that was different from others, which was why we were in this relationship now, but fundamentally, she was a very gentle and kind person. I was moved by the way she comforted me and embraced even the pain I couldn't feel myself.
"Then, shall I be your mother until Yeonji gets here today?"
"What? That's a bit..."
"Why? Do you hate me being your mother?"
"N-no... If you were my mother, anyone would be happy... I mean that sincerely."
Even just looking at her appearance, she was such a beauty that if I introduced her as "my mom," one out of ten people would be jealous. There was no one who wouldn't want her as a mother.
'Even so, to have my mother-in-law be my mother... It's nice, but...'
I had no image or feeling of a mother in my memories, but I thought it might be nice if someone like her were my mother.
'Still, it's a bit embarrassing to be looking for my mom at this age...'
It was just something I’d said in my sleep, but I was embarrassed that a grown adult had been calling for his mother, and my face turned a little red.
"It's okay... It's just the two of us, so it's fine. Come on, try calling me Mom.♥"
"Th-that... um... uh... well..."
She looked at me with an intrigued expression, genuinely wanting to treat me like a son and become my mother.
"Come on, hurry.♥"
Squeeze.
'This is a foul...'
When I hesitated, she hugged me even tighter, pressing my face into her breasts to seduce me.
'Oh, to hell with it.'
Finally, I steeled my resolve and said the title I hadn't used for anyone in my 26 years of life to my mother-in-law.
"Mom..."
"Yes, my son.♥"
As I called her Mom, she looked at me with loving eyes, calling me her son.
"It was my dream to have a son... and now it's come true.♥"
She said it with a face full of joyful smiles, and while it was a bit cringey, it felt good.
"Did our son sleep well in Mom's arms?"
"Y-yeah... but I'm not that young..."
I felt embarrassed by her treating me like a child and tried to speak, but she covered my mouth with her breasts.
'This is a real foul.'
"Seeing you so big and still in Mom's arms makes Mom so happy.♥"
She seemed completely lost in the mother-son roleplay, hugging me and rubbing her face against mine, clearly enjoying herself.
'She must have really wanted a son... Well, since the man who would have been my father-in-law passed away a long time ago, that wouldn't have been possible anyway...'
She might have wanted a son, but she had to give up on that dream due to reality. In a sense, she might have been thinking of me, her son-in-law, as a son.
'It's not bad... I'll play along.'
She wasn't my real mother, but I thought of it as an act of filial piety. To match her mood, I hugged her back and called her Mom.
"Mom..."
"Yes, son.♥ Mom is here.♥"
She was clinging to me, wrapping her soft body around mine, using a tone dripping with affection, but...
'This is hard to endure...'
Her body was a massive stimulus for me. Unlike earlier, when I was too exhausted to get an erection, I had eaten abalone, which was good for stamina, and had a deep sleep. I had recovered quite a bit, my physical strength had returned, and my "little friend" was in a very good state.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
"Hehehe.♥... Our son is healthy.♥"
Slide.
"Mom..."
Noticing my erection, she gave a lewd smile and immediately grabbed my cock and started shaking it.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Are you erect just looking at Mom?"
"...Yes."
"Haa...♥ Getting an erection just looking at Mom... you're a bad son.♥"
Seeing her fully immersed in the roleplay while simultaneously showing off her lewdness, my cock only grew harder.
'I'm just calling her that... but this is no joke...'
I was only using the title "Mom," but the forbidden feeling I got from it made me even more aroused.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"My son's cock is so hard.♥ Where does he want to put this in Mom's body to make it stand up so stiffly?♥"
"That is..."
Even knowing it wasn't real, the intense sense of taboo was so strong I hesitated.
Seeing my expression, she smiled lewdly and waited for my answer.
"Your pussy..."
"Whose pussy?"
"Mom's pussy... please."
"Yes.♥ Do you want to put it in Mom's pussy? Do you want to put your big, hard cock into Mom's pussy and go squelch, squelch and finish with a big, refreshing load?♥"
"Ugh... yes."
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
As her hand movements grew faster, I became even more aroused and answered.
"If my son wants it... there's no way Mom would hate it.♥..."
She spoke as if she were truly granting her body to her son, slowly pulling back the blanket to reveal her lewd body to me.
"Here is the pussy Mom's son likes.♥... So you can do whatever you want.♥"