The Gateway to Life
"Hnnngh! Aaaah! Kghhh!"
Squelch. Squelch. Shhh-lick.
"Damn it! You couldn't even wait, you had to go poking around with your fingers? How am I supposed to go on a business trip with peace of mind like this?"
"I'm sooorryyy! But I haven't had any... seeeeex... for days!"
"What are you even saying? Just open your mouth."
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmm-phhh!"
The two beasts were locked in a primal embrace, mating with frantic intensity.
"Keep your mouth open."
"Y-yeeaaah!"
I let my saliva drip into Mom’s mouth as she panted, her tongue lolling out with every cry of pleasure.
Drip.
"Swallow."
Gulp.
"Is it tasty?"
"It's so delicious! Honey, spit out more of your love-nectar!"
"Your pussy is delicious, too."
Slap. Slap.
"Hiiiaaah! Hnnngh!"
Mom’s plump thighs were trembling violently. She seemed to realize that it was impossible to endure the male member ruthlessly scraping against her vaginal walls any longer. To resist the pleasure surging all the way to her brain, she began leaking her own juices.
"Did you pee yourself? You're practically gushing."
"Hnnngh! Haaah! Hnnngh!"
Mom was now too desperate to even respond. She didn't even realize that drool was streaming down her chin, her eyes fixed solely on the massive weapon of her mate, moving back and forth at the entrance of her womb.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Hnnngh! Puh-haaah!"
She was focusing entirely on her breathing—inhaling as the member scraped deep into her walls, exhaling as it pulled back—just to keep her consciousness from flying away.
"Ah, I’m going crazy. I’m going to finish deep inside, just like you want!"
At that moment, Mom instinctively lifted her hips, and I slammed my waist forward.
Shhh-lick—
"Hnnngh!"
Thud.
'Wait? Did I just hit something...'
"Ugh?"
Mom let out a short gasp and went completely limp.
"M-Mom?"
I was momentarily flustered, using the title "Mom" that I had vowed not to use during sex.
"Hnnngh! Puh-haaah!"
After lying limp for about two seconds, Mom suddenly gasped for air and sat up.
"Haa... haa..."
We stared at each other in silence. To confirm if my hypothesis about her reaction was correct, I grabbed her hips with my left hand, lifted them slightly, and drove my member back in to the hilt.
Shhh-lick—
Thump.
"Wai... nngh... kegh! ...Ghh!"
This time, she barely managed to hold onto her consciousness, but the veins in her neck were bulging. Just like before, she choked for a second or two, unable to breathe, before finally catching her breath.
"Puh-haaah! Hnnngh!"
"Ha... don't tell me..."
"Son... n-no, honey, can we take a break for a second?"
"Why?"
"I-it's a bit too much, hnnngh!"
"Be honest, and I'll pull out."
"Hnnngh! That... right there! I don't know... I don't know... don't... hiiit!"
"Is that so?"
'Just as I thought.'
My hypothesis was correct. For an Awakened and a normal human to conceive a child... normal sex just wouldn't cut it. You have to press your member against the entrance of the womb and scatter your seeds inside to have even the slightest chance. Mom had instinctively sensed it. The fact that the male member was knocking at the door of her womb... her brain had detected the danger, sending her signals because of the primal instinct that if I ejaculated there, there might actually be a chance for a child.
'Have I been having... fake sex... all this time?'
I suddenly remembered an article I’d read. It was an interview with couples where an Awakened and a normal human had successfully conceived. Funnily enough, the men in the photos were all muscular and large. In the interviews, they all gave vague answers like, "I think the heavens gave us a gift for our desperate efforts."
In the community forums, people would complain about whether there were any tips for Awakened-normal couples, and the posts were filled with mocking comments like, "Wow, look at that husband's biceps, he's a total stud lol," or "They say they tried for 4 years, but I bet they were doing it at least 5 times a day for those 4 years lol."
But after knocking at the door of the womb just now, I realized they had no choice but to answer that way. You couldn't exactly say, "Oh, pregnancy? Well, the member has to reach the entrance of the womb, so small-dicked hunters have no hope, just give up (laughs). If you spray your love-nectar with all your might hundreds or thousands of times every night, it'll happen eventually."
"H-honey?"
Mom called out to me with an anxious expression, perhaps having regained some of her reason while I was lost in thought.
"Ah. I can do it now."
I pulled her hips up with both hands and drove my member in.
Thump.
"Kegh...!"
Thud.
"Hoo-eee-aaah?!"
Thud.
"Hiiiaaah!"
Thud.
"Ghh...!"
"Huuu..."
This was the limit. The entrance wasn't fully open yet, but it would be solved if I took the time to open it little by little from now on.
'Let's stop here for today...'
"Yuna...! It's coming... dammit!"
Splurt. Splurt-splurt.
"Hnnngh!"
Gush— gush—
Most of the seeds were scattered around, but a portion successfully breached that narrow entrance and made a direct hit into the womb.
"It's here! Hnnngh! It went inside! Ugh! Ugh!"
Pshhh-eee-eee!
'Oh?'
At that moment, a stream of fluid erupted from Mom’s pussy, hitting my chest and flowing down my abs. It was as if Mom, unable to speak at the peak of her climax, was using her body to declare that she had fallen to the very bottom.
Sssss. Sss.
Weaker streams erupted twice more from her pussy than before. After spraying her fluids, Mom went limp like someone who had lost all strength, but fortunately, she was still breathing.
Pop—
"Hiiit!"
As I pulled out, air was injected into her contracted vagina, making a lewd sound. I released her hips, grabbed her chin, and looked at her.
'So this is the face of a Mom who has truly come...'
Her eyes were rolled back, and her face was a mess of tears, snot, and drool. A mother who had abandoned all dignity in front of her son, spraying her fluids all over his body...
'There is no woman more adorable than this in the world.'
Sex is truly profound. Until an hour ago, I was a man who thought vaginal sex was the kind of sex that provided 100% satisfaction. But I had learned that sex where you scatter baby-nectar directly into the womb is the true form of sex.
"Hnnngh... ugh... hee..."
Mom was still struggling, unable to escape the swamp of pleasure. I opened the motel fridge and cracked open a can of plum juice. It was a fridge filled with cheap drinks, unlike a hotel, but it was sweeter than any drink I had ever tasted in my life.
"Huuu."
I thought I should give her a can too, but when I turned around, Mom was covering her face with a pillow.
'So damn cute...'
"Yuna?"
"Honey... just now... what was that?"
"Why? Was it strange?"
"Yes... my vision went white, and I couldn't think of anything..."
"Did you hate it?"
"No... it was terrifyingly good... to the point where I'll never be able to forget that moment again..."
I filled my mouth with plum juice and moved the pillow away from Mom’s face.
"Ugh!"
I kissed her and let the juice flow from my mouth into hers.
Gulp.
"Hui-aa... that's refreshing... so what was that just now?"
"Hmm... sex to actually make a baby?"
"..."
"Why...?"
"No, I thought it might be..."
"Is it... not good?"
"No... because you're a man who takes responsibility for his family no matter what... and I was happy because it seems I can still fulfill my role as a woman..."
Seeing Mom shyly stroking her cheek, not knowing if the saliva stains were still there, I made a vow.
'I will definitely get this woman pregnant.'
My reason was fading. My member was swelling up again.
"Oh my..."
Perhaps sensing the danger in my eyes, Mom hurriedly climbed on top of me and kissed my neck and ears.
Smooch. Smooch.
"Hmm? Honey~ it feels really good, but... can you be a little gentle and slow? You know? If you do it like before, I might faint, okay?"
"Huuu."
As I let out a deep breath, as if I had made up my mind, Mom began to suck on my nipples, using her tongue actively.
"Haaah."
I whispered into her ear.
"I booked it for an overnight stay, not just a few hours... okay? There's still plenty of time to spray into your womb... so... Kyaaah!"
I grabbed her and laid her down.
"H-honey?"
"Yuna... what you just said... it had the exact opposite effect..."
"No..."
Shhh-lick—
"Noooo! Slowlyyy!"
Thump. Pshhh-eee-eee. Shhh-lick. Slap.
***
"Yuna, can you walk?"
"Y-yes, I can..."
Current time: 8:27 PM. On the way home, I had scattered my baby-nectar into Mom’s womb 7 times. The entrance was still narrow, but I believed that if I kept knocking periodically like this, it would eventually open wide. The problem was that I had lost my reason and gone too hard, leaving Mom exhausted.
"I'm sorry..."
"No, I won't be able to see you for a few days, so this is... and it's just because my stamina is weak..."
'Mom, that’s really not true...'
I supported Mom, whose legs had lost their strength, and barely made it home. To avoid suspicion, I decided to sit in front of the house for about 30 minutes before going in.
'Ah, come to think of it, I haven't read the email.'
"Hmm..."
11:40 AM flight. There were 5 team members including me. One D-rank tanker, one D-rank attacker (Yang Ha-yoon), one D-rank combat support, one D-rank combat support/porter, and me. The estimated time was two days; considering the briefing on the first day, it would be three days. Except for the D-rank porter, the team members had quite flashy resumes for D-ranks. And the D-rank in charge of combat support/porter didn't lack ability either; they were just a hunter who had just reached D-rank, so they seemed to be taking on the porter role. If you count Yang Ha-yoon as a quasi-C-rank, it was a very well-balanced team.
'If things go well, I could even finish it in a day.'
"I should go in soon."
As soon as I opened the door, Na-hyun came running over.
"Why are you so late? What time is your flight tomorrow?"
"11:40."
"Then you should get to sleep soon. Should we leave around 8 tomorrow to be safe?"
"Yeah, that should be enough. Where's Mom?"
"She washed up as soon as she got home and fell asleep because she was tired."
"Ah... really?"
'I'm sorry, Mom.'
"Sung-hyun, you should sleep early too~."
"Yeah, goodnight, Noona."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, a sense of regret washed over me.
'I'll finish this quickly and come back to play with Mom.'