52. Mom, Something's Wrong Down There...
My mind was foggy.
'Ah...?'
I tried to calmly rewind my memories to figure out what was going on. Even through the haze, I rummaged through my head and finally relaxed. When I thought about it, it really wasn't a big deal.
'I was lying down because I felt sick... yeah.'
The fact that even that simple memory didn't come right away made me groan in self-pity. How pathetic was I?
At the same time, I wondered if I was really that sick.
'I need to rest properly today for once.'
As that thought crossed my mind, a certain face popped up.
A beauty with dark bluish-black hair cascading down to her waist.
It was Han So-young.
'Jeez. Of all people, she pops into my head here?'
I guess I really was sick. I'd built connections with quite a few people, but the first one to come to mind in a moment like this was her—the one I'd met most recently on that mission.
Of course, it wasn't just the mission that brought us close. Even without it, I liked So-young. Both rationally and in that aunt-nephew family way. Maybe that's why the word "mom" never quite stuck on my tongue.
'......'
Staring at So-young's shadow, I decided to give it a practice try and opened my mouth.
'Mom... Mom? ...Mom. Sigh.'
Just three times, and I was already mentally exhausted.
No, my body actually felt heavy and drained too.
'Ah... this feels a bit, ugh... dangerous...'
As time passed, instead of calming down, my body only got worse. Normally, the mana inside me would fight back against whatever this sickness or poison was, but for some reason, it seemed to be fanning the stifling heat instead.
'Is it okay, haa, really...?'
The heat was consuming my whole body.
Even Han So-young in front of me started to fade away.
'Ah... no, wait... ugh, h-help... Mom...'
When I consciously tried to call her, the word had been so hard. But now, with my mind slipping, it came out naturally.
My consciousness gradually blurred.
'Damn it.'
"......?"
Something felt off.
In the even fainter haze of my mind, the sensation started to feel... good.
The heat in my body was draining away. That alone was satisfying enough, but then my lower half twitched.
Sexual pleasure.
It felt just like someone grabbing my dick and stroking it. Like getting a handjob from another person. A proxy jerk-off. Handjob. All those names for the same thing.
"......"
Honestly, it was ridiculous.
Just moments ago, I'd been in Han So-young's mansion.
Who the hell would be touching my junk there?
...So-young, Aunt...?'
Unconsciously, she came to mind.
And with that, Han So-young's shadow reappeared. She pulled me into a tight embrace, then suddenly reached down and caressed my crotch. Her cool hand gripped my burning shaft, feeling so good I almost moaned out loud.
It was a tender, loving gesture—but at the same time, utterly lewd and erotic.
Stroking up and down, urging me to cum, it was dripping with sexual intent.
"Ugh... haa, kuh..."
The pain from the heat clashed with the pleasure it brought, shooting up my spine and invading my brain.
In the ecstatic haze that felt like my head might explode, So-young's hand sped up.
On the verge of eruption, my mind was in chaos. I wanted to call for So-young. Whether this was a wet dream or someone actually jerking me off, right now, I wanted her.
'But what do I even call her?'
The decision came quick.
"Ah, ugh... M-Mom... Mommy..."
That cry hit So-young right in the heart.
Soon, a dizzying wave of pleasure hit, and I felt a massive load of heat gush out through my cock.
My mind cleared sharply, leaving me dizzy.
"Ugh..."
Luckily, it was just a brief confusion before regaining awareness.
I felt like I could open my eyes now.
"Ah... did someone..."
What was the truth behind my dream—or delusion? Too curious to hold back, I opened my eyes and my mouth at the same time. But what greeted my face was something I never expected.
"Ah...? Mmph!"
Soft and huge.
I barely got a look in that instant, but I knew right away what had covered my face.
'The type that looks dry when clothed, huh...'
It wasn't enormously big.
Compared to her maternal aura, it might fall short, but it had just the right volume—enough that when cupped in one hand, flesh would peek between my fingers.
"......"
Looks like the dream was real after all.
The soft, moist touch on my freshly relieved crotch was definitely hers.
'Hasn't noticed I'm awake yet? For now...'
I couldn't sit up abruptly, so I rubbed my face against the plush flesh covering it. Not out of any ulterior motive—just to signal her that I was awake.
"...Mmph?!"
Moving my face made something slip into my mouth.
A small, firm nub surrounded by rippled texture.
I hadn't seen it, but figuring it out was easy.
"......?"
"Heehee, Siu's awake~♡"
Her soft, sultry voice whispered in my ear.
No hint of panic at my sudden awakening. If anything, she seemed to be enjoying this. No—she was. Otherwise, she'd have pulled away her hand and breast.
"......"
I wanted to say something, but every time I moved my tongue, it brushed her nipple, making it impossible to speak. I didn't have the skill to talk without disturbing the nipple in my mouth.
"It's okay, yeah. It's fine. Mommy will help you out real quick~?"
"......?"
Her words didn't make sense—one or two, but several.
What was okay? What was "Mommy"? Help with what?
Amid the confusion, my mind raced surprisingly fast.
'Ah, damn. I must've said it out loud.'
"Help" probably meant draining the heat from my body. Questionable if it had to be this way or by her personally, but the real mystery was her pressing her breast on my face—hell, shoving her tit in my mouth.
'This is straight-up nursing handjob...'
"Haht. Your cock's twitching. Thinking naughty thoughts?"
My mouth was full, but it shut me up anyway.
How could I not think naughty in this situation? The setup and her actions were pure lewdness.
"Heehee. It's fine. Think all the dirty thoughts you want about Mommy. Hahng, your cock won't go down... My son's dick is too big; Mommy's in trouble~?"
Trouble in what sense, exactly?
'Ah, can't hold back. If she's going this far, no way I'm just lying here.'
I gave up agonizing.
Complications might arise, but future me could deal. Never imagined ending up like this with Han So-young, but honestly? Not complaining. Maybe I'd been hoping for it.
The perky nipple teasing in my mouth.
Instead of my tongue, I brought my teeth and nipped it lightly.
"Kyaaht?! S-Siu...? Hng, Mommy's breasts, haa... aren't for biting..."
So-young whispered in flustered surprise.
Her occasional formal speech oddly stoked my lust.
'Then I'll suck instead.'
"Schlurp... slurp..."
"Hnght, yes... yeah... suck instead of biting~♡"
I was in a baby pose, but my tongue work was anything but childish.
Not sucking for milk, but pleasuring a woman I desired.
Sometimes real suckling sounds, but mostly teasing the nipple relentlessly.
"Haht...! Ah, hnt! Siu, slower, yeah, suck... Mommy doesn't have milk, but she won't run away... hng!"
Her skilled tongue drew aroused moans from So-young.
She knew it too. I wasn't a baby; she had no milk. The pose was just that—this was full-on adult foreplay. But there was a difference between us.
I felt excitement and a twinge of embarrassment getting a handjob while sucking tit, but So-young? No. Deep in her chest, maternal love and lust boiled endlessly.
A being who could replace husband and son. For now, just a stand-in for her lost family, but instinctively, in this lewd atmosphere, she felt it.
Siu would become her everything—a new family unrelated to them. Her intuition as a peak powerhouse and as a woman told her so.
"Haa...♥ My son, my Siu...♥ Suck Mommy's tits lots and feel good? And... make Mommy feel good too~♥"
Her hand sped up.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
My cum-lubed cock ground lewdly under her lust-filled gaze as she eyed her darling son.
"Smooch smooch, slurp slurp...! Churp, schluuuurp...!"
Fueled by her actions, I sucked her breast harder.
No more just the tiny nipple. Mouth wide, I engulfed the firm tit, nibbling pale flesh, sucking hard like a suction cup. Her breast stretched obscenely.
"Hnght...! Ah, w-wait, ht♥ Too rough, haaang! Siu, Mommy's tits won't give milk even if you suck that hard, haht, no milk in the udders yet...! Son's nursing on Mommy's udders, hit! Haven't filled 'em yet~♥"
Damn, she talks so fucking hot! ...Ugh!'
Even as I suckled noisily, she didn't stop stroking.
Instead of milk from her breast, cum erupted from my cock.
"Kyaaahk♥ Hng, hnght, haa...♥"
She climaxed too, her trembling body vibrating into me.
'Ah, no wonder the back of my head felt so soft—it's Mommy's thigh.'
Back and leg sensations confirmed I was still on the bed. So-young had climbed on, removed the pillow, and slid her leg under my head.
True nursing handjob position.
'Mommy power, what even...'
My chest and cock felt grander.
"Haaang♥ Still not enough...?"
My dick showed no signs of softening, twitching to tempt her unyielding hand.
As if a mere handjob couldn't tame it. Her face flushed at the challenge. We'd crossed man-woman lines long ago, but one final boundary remained.
"......"
Two loads hadn't filled the room with lewd scent, but the bed and surroundings reeked plenty.
Even awakened to her female instincts, So-young hesitated.
She could still pretend nothing happened.
It'd be awkward, maybe I'd leave the mansion.
Back to lonely solitude. But still possible.
Then, shoving the breast off his face sideways, Siu spoke.
"S-So-young Mommy."
"Ah...♥"
"Mommy's s-son... still needs a lot more..."
"Yeah, what does my Siu want...?"
Both knew, but she wanted to hear it from his sweet lips.
Stammering from embarrassment, Siu paused, then spoke clearly.
"Isn't taking care of son's cock Mommy's job?"
"...Yeah, it is~?"
"So... take responsibility all the way."
"Yeah.... haht♥"
Those words flooded her with uncontrollable excitement.
So-young covered his face with her lips instead of her breast.