Ugh... What's going on? This feels strangely familiar...
As my consciousness slowly returned, my mind started to stir, but I still couldn't open my eyes. All I registered was a faint sensation.
The large, soft mass in my hand drew me in, and without thinking, I began kneading it.
It's warm... there's a protrusion... but it feels so good...
It was both familiar and odd, yet far from unpleasant, so I kept squeezing and releasing, savoring the touch.
This is soft... and this one's big and plush too... even more elastic.
My left hand drifted downward instead of up, grasping another mass that was just as soft as the one in my right hand, but with a firm bounce.
It feels like my hand is sinking in... I don't want to let go...
With my right and left hands enveloped in something soft and large enough to swallow them up, my mind grew calmer, and I continued kneading away.
I didn't feel this when I was younger... but lately... what is it...?
If I'd been a bit more awake, I might have figured it out right away, but my brain was barely at ten percent capacity.
It was a sensation I'd experienced before, yet I couldn't place it—I just reveled in it, fondling without a care.
"Um... Mom..."
The word slipped out unconsciously.
I had no idea why it emerged, but whether it was a memory etched in my brain from infancy or pure instinct, the word "Mom"—which I'd never uttered before—came out naturally.
As my mind cleared bit by bit, my eyes finally opened.
"Did you sleep well? ♥"
"Ah... Mother-in-law... Mother-in-law?!"
I was so startled that I tried to sit up, but...
"Ugh?!"
"It's okay, rest a little more ♥"
I couldn't get up because her hand was pressing down on my head, pulling me into her chest.
What the hell? I clearly remember eating that abalone porridge and falling asleep...
After finishing the abalone porridge she'd brought me, exhaustion hit hard and I dozed off. But she had definitely been sitting beside me—not lying naked next to me like this.
"I took off your clothes because you seemed hot. Is that alright?"
"Ah, yes, it's fine, but..."
This wasn't the kind of conversation a mother-in-law and son-in-law should be having, but it was way too late to worry about that now. I brushed it aside and looked at her.
"Think of me as a body pillow and hug me as much as you want ♥"
"No, I don't have that kind of hobby..."
Squeeze.
"But you kept fondling my breasts and ass... even in your sleep ♥"
"T-That was subconscious..."
The soft, large, elastic sensation I'd felt while asleep was her breasts and ass—that's why it had seemed so familiar.
"My son-in-law really loves my tits and butt ♥... Yeonji's breasts have grown a bit in the last few months too. That must be thanks to you ♥"
Huh? T-That's not... it can't be...
Honestly, Yeonji's chest was a little bigger than when I'd first seen it, and it was true I'd been groping her as much as I wanted, so I couldn't deny it.
"It's fine... my breasts are yours, so touch them whenever you like... even in front of Yeonji ♥"
Gulp...
My mother-in-law, who served as my personal slut, tempted me with a lewd smile.
Even now, I couldn't pull my hands away from her chest and ass, and her face beamed with satisfied delight.
"Come to think of it, you were talking in your sleep too."
"Really... I had no idea."
I was starting to give in, embracing her while enjoying the feel of her ass and breasts, when she mentioned it.
"You said... 'Mom'..."
"T-That... I didn't mean... I'm sorry."
I felt embarrassed, my face flushing red from calling her "Mom" without realizing it, but she didn't seem to mind.
In fact, she wore a happy smile, so she clearly wasn't upset.
"I know all about how you grew up as a kid, so you don't need to apologize like that ♥"
"Yes, thank you, Mother-in-law..."
It bugged me a little that she knew everything about my childhood without me telling her, but I didn't bother asking.
"I get that you miss your mom."
"I don't even remember her... I don't miss her at all."
It might sound cold, but she was the mother who'd abandoned me when I was too young to recall her.
That's why I had no memories or longing for her—it didn't make sense to say I missed someone like that.
"Even if you don't remember, it doesn't change the fact that you were born and raised by your mother... at least a tiny bit of it lingers in your memory."
"Mother-in-law..."
She spoke as if she already knew, even though I hadn't said a word, and pulled me into a hug.
As her soft, warm body enveloped me, my mind naturally relaxed, filling me with peace.
"I'm Yeonji and Yeonhee's mother too, so maybe you sensed something similar to your own mom."
"Maybe... that's it..."
"Hehe, people sometimes feel emotions they don't even recognize, so don't worry too much about it."
"Yes, Mother-in-law..."
My relationship with her had already twisted into something messed up, but that didn't mean she was a bad person.
She had some intense, unconventional sexual preferences, which is why we ended up like this, but at her core, she was incredibly kind and gentle.
She held me close, comforting a pain I didn't even feel myself, and it touched me without me realizing.
"So, until Yeonji gets home today, can I be your mom?"
"Huh? That's a bit..."
Why? Don't you like me as your mom?
"N-No... if you were my mom, anyone would love it... really."
Just looking at her appearance, if I introduced her as "my mom," everyone would be jealous—no one would dislike having her as a mother.
Still, treating my mother-in-law like my mom... it's sweet, but...
I had no real memories or feelings toward my own mother, but the idea of someone like her filling that role felt oddly nice.
Even so, seeking out a "mom" at my age is kind of embarrassing...
"It's fine... it's just the two of us, so it's okay. Come on, try saying 'Mom' ♥"
"T-That... um... that's..."
She gazed at me with an excited expression, like she genuinely wanted to treat me as her son and be my mom.
"Come on, hurry ♥"
Squeeze.
This is cheating...
When I hesitated without responding, she hugged me tighter, pressing my face into her chest and tempting me.
Oh well, whatever.
In the end, I made up my mind and called her by a title I'd never used for anyone in my twenty-six years of life.
"Mom..."
"Yes, my son ♥"
When I called her "Mom," she responded with "son" and looked at me with loving eyes.
"My dream was to have a son... and now it's come true! ♥"
She beamed at me with pure joy, and though it felt a little awkward, it warmed me inside.
"Did my son sleep well in Mommy's arms?"
"U-Um... but I'm not that young... ugh."
I felt shy about how she was treating me like a child and tried to speak up, but she blocked my mouth with her breast.
This is seriously cheating.
"Seeing you all grown up and still in Mommy's arms makes her so happy ♥"
She was fully immersed in the mother-son roleplay, rubbing her cheek against mine and reveling in it.
She must have really wanted a son... well, her husband—my would-be father-in-law—passed away long ago, so that wasn't possible...
She might have longed for a son but had to give up on the dream due to circumstances.
Yet somehow, she saw me, her son-in-law, as filling that role.
It's not bad... I should play along.
She wasn't my real mother, but I figured it was part of my filial duty to go with her mood and call her "Mom."
"Mom..."
"Yes, my son ♥ Mommy's right here ♥"
She clung to me, wrapping me in her soft body with a tone dripping in affection, but...
This is hard to resist...
Her body was an intense trigger for me.
Unlike earlier, when I was exhausted and struggled to get hard, I'd eaten abalone—which boosted stamina—and slept soundly through the night.
My energy had recovered nicely, and I was in pretty good shape.
Throb, throb, throb.
"Hehehe ♥... my son's so healthy ♥"
Stroke.
"Mom..."
Noticing my erection, she flashed a lewd grin and immediately gripped my cock, starting to stroke it.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
"Did you get hard looking at Mommy?"
"...Yes."
"Hahaha... getting an erection from looking at Mommy... you naughty boy ♥"
She dove deep into the roleplay while unleashing her lust, and my cock only grew harder in response.
It's just a title... but this is no joke...
It was only the word "Mom," but the depraved thrill it sparked made me even more aroused without realizing it.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
"My son's cock is so hard ♥ Where do you want to stick this in Mommy's body—the one that got you this stiff? ♥"
"That's..."
The intense depravity hit so hard that I hesitated, even knowing it wasn't real.
She watched me with a lewd smile, waiting for my answer.
"Pussy..."
"Whose pussy?"
"Mommy's pussy..."
Yes ♥ Do you want to shove it in Mommy's cunt? Want to ram your big, hard cock into Mommy's cunt and pound away until it feels amazing? ♥
"Ugh... yes."
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
Her hand moved faster, and I responded with growing excitement.
"If that's what my son wants... there's no way Mommy would hate it ♥..."
She spoke as if truly offering her body to her son, slowly pulling back the blanket to reveal her lewd form.
"Here's Mommy's pussy that my son loves ♥... so do whatever you want with it ♥"