As, I opened my eyes, I found myself laying on a bed and gazing a stone ceiling that has designs and patterns present on it.
'Don't tell me, Is this the so called Isekai time.' I thought.
Well I can't help it okay, what else should I do, should I cry, should I scream, that I died, that I will never meet my parents again.
'Hah, I don't really want to think of these thoughts.' I sighed, shaking my head.
Before I can mull over my thoughts more, my thoughts went near my left hands due to tightness around it.
And I found that, there was someone sleeping with my hands in her hands squeezed tightly and her head was over it like she was praying for something.
And now she was disturbed by my shaking and sighing that caused her to wake up.
As, she looked over, I was mesmerized by her beauty, that caused my breath to hitch.
Long red hairs, red eyes and a face that can only be described as of a model, who is supposedly a milf.
As my eyes went towards her chest area it caused my dick to twitch, she has boobs that can be only said as perfectly big.
She was wearing, what can be described as a simple long sleeves black tunic dress that just fit her at right places.
Well I couldn't see her ass, because she was kneeling with my hands in her hands.
But, there was one more thing that I forgot to describe. That was her eyes, that were red and looked like she slept while crying.
"Eden"
'Fuck, why, I mean why man, why do I have to have same fucking name even in another world. Wait am I even in another world.'
...
Seeing her son gaining consciousness, she couldn't help but be happy about it.
Tears started to fall from her eyes and she couldn't help it and hurriedly hugged him like he was going to leave her if she just left him for a moment and she hurriedly burried his head in her chest and started crying.
"hic~~"hic~~"hic~~"
Getting his head burried in boobes, made Eden's dick rock hard. But he couldn't help but feel guilt that here she was crying and he was getting his dick hard.
So he didn't do anything lecherous, because, well he didn't know who this women was and didn't wanted her to misunderstand or something, not worth the trouble.
After sometime her crying stopped and she removed his head from her chest and laid him again as she wiped her tears with hands and sat near him and asked.
"Are you feeling okay?"
...
Listening to her question, I started to sit up, but felt very weak.
"You don't have to force yourself." She said, but supported me, seeing that I was being stubborn, so that I can sit up and placed my back against the headboard.
"What happened to me and who are you?" I asked with a confused expression, because I wondered where the hell I was and why was this person crying.
After listening to my question her face paled and her body started to tremble.
She brought her trembling right hand to my face and caressed it affectionately and possesively as her left hands clutched her clothes tightly.
"I-I am your mother son. D-Don't tell me you forgot m-me." She asked with a shaking voice.