Maternal Love
—Tick-tock.
How long had it been since I'd last savored happiness like this? Time had already slipped and spilled away until evening was upon us.
"……Huuuung…."
Just how exhausted did he have to be to sleep like this—never once getting up, just going on and on?
Part of me wanted to let him keep sleeping forever….
But look at Oppa's condition.
They hadn't even fed him properly. How thoroughly had they wrung him out? His already thin frame had grown even thinner.
Hoping he'd at least eat something before he slept again, I gently patted his shoulder and woke him.
"Oppa, wake up. Let's eat. Then you can sleep more, okay?"
"Uuuhhng……foood…."
At the mention of food, Oppa stirred and slowly began to open his eyes—but he made no move to get up.
"Huuung……."
"Aww♡ Even if you pout and act cute because you don't want to get up, it won't work, Oppa."
Still sprawled on the bed with no intention of rising, I carefully scooped him into my arms.
"Hmm? Let's have num-nums and then sleep some more, okay?"
"N-num-nums?"
"Yeah. Num-nums, then nighty-night~"
The word num-nums seemed to reach him better than food. He started looking up at me with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Num-nums!"
"Yes, that's right—num-nums~ Let's go eat num-nums~"
His body was fully grown, but seeing Oppa like this—his mental age so thoroughly regressed—made my heart ache just a little. Even so, I was still happy.
It felt like I was raising my own child.
"You have to sit here nicely and wait, okay?"
"Uuung!!"
"I'll make food for you real quick, so just wait a little~"
It felt as if I were looking at Oppa exactly as he'd been in childhood. That gaze, those gestures—the way he truly seemed to think of me as his mother—made my chest swell full.
I was starting to understand why some people had a mama kink.
"So this is what it feels like♡"
This feeling of him being unable to do anything alone, of me staying right beside him to feed him by hand, put him to bed, dress him, bathe him….
It's the best♡
A broken, obedient Oppa who listened to everything I said would have been lovely too—but this version of him was pretty wonderful in its own right.
Mama or whatever else—I could be all of it for him.
I was born for Oppa, and Oppa was born for me. So of course this is how it should be♡
Overflowing with happiness, I began preparing the food I would feed him.
"Just wait a little longer, Oppa♡"
"Uueeeuhh."
Oppa still couldn't speak properly. Taking that as a sign he'd understood me, I turned my focus back to cooking.
"Here we go~ Oppa, whoosh~ here comes the airplane~"
"Aaaah~"
"That's it, that's it—nom nom, munch munch. Chew it well, Oppa."
"Om-nyom-nyom."
Strong seasoning on an empty stomach didn't seem wise, so I'd prepared seaweed soup with clams and fish seasoned without salt. Sitting right beside him, I fed him one careful bite at a time.
"Aaaah~"
"Oh my? You already finished that one?"
"Aaaah~"
Having swallowed what was in his mouth, he was opening wide again, asking to be fed more.
"My Oppa♡ Without me, you really can't even manage something this simple, can you♡ Well, I guess it can't be helped~"
At first I'd set out a spoon and chopsticks for him, but he seemed to dislike the chopsticks—he'd flung them to the floor and was clutching the spoon in one hand like a toy instead.
"Okay, this time the train is coming in~ Choo-choo~"
"Om-nom-nom."
"Aww♡ How can you eat so well without being picky at all, hmm? Who do you take after, eating so nicely?"
"O-nyom-nyom."
Every time I watched Oppa like this—grown so big, yet mimicking the behavior of early childhood—I was so happy I couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.
I went to give him another bite, only to realize he'd already finished an entire bowl of rice.
"All done? Want more num-nums, Oppa?"
"Uuuuuuuuh…………."
"Hmm? Oppa, what's wrong?"
"Uuuuh…… p-pee-pee……."
"Pee? You need to pee?"
"Uuung…."
Ah. Ahhh.
My heart felt ready to burst. If he needed to pee, he could just go to the bathroom—and yet he couldn't even manage that alone. He was telling me he needed to go.
"Shall we go pee-pee?"
"Uuung……."
He must have been desperate. With an urgent expression, Oppa started squirming and twisting his thighs together.
"Come on—let's go pee-pee~"
"Uuuung…."
Earlier I'd carried him because he was sleepy, but when I held out my hand now, he took it like a child.
Aaaah♡ So cute, so cute, so adorable♡ I want to devour him right this second♡
Something about Oppa like this must have excited me—I could feel my womb throbbing and tingling—but I had to hold back.
Not yet.
Just a little longer. Just a tiny bit longer, until Oppa's body was a little better. Then….
Once we entered the bathroom, I led Oppa straight to the toilet.
I lifted the seat, then stood beside him, took hold of his cock, and carefully aimed it into the bowl.
"Okay—when you pee-pee, you have to do it like this. Got it?"
"U-uuung…."
Both of Oppa's hands were clenched into fists against his chest. He must have been holding it in for a long time—I could feel something rising through his cock—
—Ssssshhhhh~
A yellow stream poured straight out of Oppa's cock.
"That's it, that's it♡ Peeee~ peeee~~ Aigoo, that feels so good, doesn't it♡"
"H-huuuuh……."
—Drip… drip-drip….
Once the yellow stream ended, some urine still clung to his cock, so I gently shook it to clear the rest—
And Oppa's cock went hard.
"Oh my?"
"U-uuh… peepee…… feels weird…."
He didn't seem to understand the concept of an erection. Staring down at his hardened cock, Oppa looked ready to burst into tears.
"Oh my? Our Oppa's peepee got all weird? What if it bursts like this?"
"Uuuuh…… uuh… n-nooo… if peepee b-bursts, it hurtsies…."
Every single word Oppa spoke in that childish mind of his sent a jolt through me.
Calling his cock a peepee, thinking it would burst if the erection didn't go down, saying it would hurties—watching him like that, my arousal refused to settle.
"Our Oppa♡ We can't let your peepee burst, so Mama's going to help you, okay?"
"Uuuuuh… peepee's gonna burst… hurtsies… nooo…."
This was Oppa with the mind of a little boy who had zero sexual knowledge—and yet I'd never seen him this hard before.
His erect cock kept twitching and jumping, as if it wanted to spill cum right that second.
"Okay, Oppa. Mama's going to use magic to make your peepee feel better. Watch carefully♡"
"U-uung… I'll watch… hurry, put the magic on my peepee…."
I wrapped my arms around Oppa from behind. My hand slowly slid down and took hold of his cock.
"Alright~ Bad little ghosts inside Oppa's peepee—get out!"
—Stroke, stroke.
From behind, I gripped the shaft of his cock and began to stroke it slowly, while my other hand carefully rolled his balls the way you'd roll marbles.
"U-uuhh— n-not the peepee… th-there… why are you touching theeeere…."
"I have to touch here too, so the ghosts way deep inside can come out properly♡"
"Uuung…… o… okay, Mama…."
Mama.
Mama?
Mama, Mama?
I hadn't misheard. Oppa had just called me Mama.
Hearing him call me that from his own mouth left me stunned for a moment—but then my chest began to swell fuller and fuller, and I started stroking Oppa's cock even faster.
"Yes, my Junhi♡ Mama's going to drive out all the ghosts inside your peepee for you♡"
"Uuuuh♡…… M-Mama… peepee… the ghosts are gonna come out of my peepee♡"
"That's right—cum for me♡ Spurt-spurt those bad little ghosts right out, Junhi♡"
"Uuuuhk!!!"
—Spppluuurt!!! Spurt-spurt!!!
Oppa thrust his hips forward as cum poured out of his cock in thick, heavy ropes.
"H-huuuuh…… Mamaaa… the ghosts came out of my peepee…."
"That's it, that's it♡ Good boy, my son♡ If any more ghosts get into your peepee, you come find Mama just like today, okay?"
"Uung… okay, Mamaaa……."
After that intense orgasm, Oppa's cock softened and went limp.
And….
In this moment—with Oppa recognizing me as his mother—I couldn't hide my excitement at all.
It felt as if I had truly become Oppa's mother. As if everything was starting to reverse.
At first I'd wanted Oppa's love. After that, I'd wanted to get pregnant so I could bind him to me.
I'd thought that if I at least got pregnant and had a child, he wouldn't be able to run away—so I'd gone through with it. But the pregnancy attack had failed,
and Oppa had fled from me.
But his running away had, in the end, rolled right back to me as a blessing.
"Mama?"
"Yes, son."
"I wanna snuggle-wuggle."
"Do you? Then let's get you all clean, and Mama will snuggle-wuggle with you."
"Okay! I unnerstand!"
His mind had regressed this far—and now he recognized me as his mother.
Calling his cock a peepee, unable even to relieve an erection on his own—the mental state of a very small child♡
I could do whatever I wanted with him.
Body and heart both—I could take all of it into my hands.
My Oppa, so beautiful it felt wasteful to give him to anyone else…… no.
He's my son now.
From this moment on, he is my son. My child.
It doesn't matter that I didn't give birth to him myself. The Oppa I love came looking for me like this, offering to become my child?
There was no reason to refuse—if anything, this was even better.
From now on, slowly… slowly… I would educate him into something that was mine.
I would tear down every scrap of common sense and turn him into a doll that moved exactly as I wished.
I would never give Oppa away again.
He's mine… my child now….