As I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a bed and gazing at a stone ceiling that had 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 could mull over my thoughts more, my thoughts went near my left hand due to tightness around it.
And I found that someone was 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, which caused her to wake up.
As she looked over, I was mesmerized by her beauty, which caused my breath to hitch.
Long red hair, red eyes, and a face that can only be described as that 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 only be described as perfectly big.
She was wearing what can be described as a simple long-sleeved black tunic dress that just fit her in the 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, which were red and looked like she had slept while crying.
"Eden"
'Fuck, why, I mean, why man, why do I have to have the 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 buried his head in her chest and started crying.
"hic~~"hic~~"hic~~"
Getting his head buried in boobes made Eden's dick rock hard. But he couldn't help but feel guilty 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 woman was and didn't want her to misunderstand or something, not worth the trouble.
After some time, her crying stopped, and she removed his head from her chest and laid him again as she wiped her tears with her 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 could sit up and place 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 this person was 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 possessively as her left hand 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.