Chapter 7: Sweet Morning
"Ughh..."
I woke up with my body feeling heavy and sore all over. The faint morning light slipped through the gaps in the window curtains.
The first thing I felt was a soft, overwhelming warmth against my face.
It was incredibly soft.
My face was buried deep between Mom's big, plump breasts.
The supple, warm flesh wrapped around my cheeks from both sides, as if protecting me with indescribable gentleness.
I could feel Mom's warm breath gently brushing over my head and neck. When I slowly looked up, I saw her beautiful face still sound asleep, looking so peaceful.
Only then did I fully realize — I was lying in Mom's embrace, and both of us were completely naked, warming each other's bodies.
"What the hell did I do..." I whispered softly, my voice full of regret and self-anger.
Even though I had taken over this new body of Leon's, even though I was no longer the original Leon, the guilt still stabbed at my chest. It was undeniable.
Especially when the memories of last night's madness flooded back into my mind.
I had fucked my own mother, and even filled her womb multiple times. The urge to end everything surged up strongly for a moment.
How could I? In my original world on Earth, a relationship like this between a son and his biological mother was extremely taboo and forbidden.
However, the more I tried to resist, the stronger those memories pulled me back. I could only helplessly accept what had happened.
Right then, Mom's soft, sweet scent — like warm vanilla — filled my senses again. My body seemed to have a will of its own. Slowly, my gaze drifted downward.
Mom's right nipple, already erect and hardened, stood right in front of my lips, just a few inches away.
Its dark reddish color was tempting in a way that was hard to resist.
My breathing instantly became heavy and hot.
'I already did it all night with Mom… tasted this… it should be okay, right?'
Guilt welled up in my chest again, but my eyes couldn't tear away from that beautiful peak.
The longer I stared, the stronger the lust burned inside me.
Whether it was the instinct of a boy seeking his mother's milk, or the desire of a grown man toward a captivating woman's body.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I opened my mouth wide and greedily latched onto Mom's right nipple.
I sucked it gently at first, then harder. My tongue danced nimbly around the hardened tip, savoring its texture and intoxicating taste.
"Hmm…"
Mom stirred slightly. Her eyes opened slowly, then she let out a soft chuckle when she realized what I was doing.
"Naughty boy so early in the morning, huh…" she murmured in a still-hoarse, sleepy voice.
Her hand rose to my head, gently stroking my hair as she sighed softly.
"Breastfeeding again, baby?"
I didn't answer.
I just kept sucking her nipple deeper, more greedily. My hand reached for her other breast, kneading it full of lust.
Mom smiled lewdly, her sleepy eyes quickly filling with arousal again.
Her long, hoarse morning sigh turned into soft, pleasure-filled moans. Her body arched slightly toward me, as if wanting to press her breasts deeper into my mouth.
"Ngghh… Mommy's naughty boy… so hungry for Mommy's milk this early?" she said with a small laugh that quickly melted into a wet, seductive moan.
My tongue kept circling her increasingly hard nipple.
Occasionally I nibbled it gently with my front teeth, making Mom bite her lower lip hard.
(Mom let out a long moan, her voice still hoarse and full of desire. Her hips moved slowly, as if wanting to get even closer to my mouth.
But suddenly, the hand that had been stroking my hair stopped. She took a deep breath, as if trying to gather what little sanity she had left.
"Baby… wait a second," she murmured softly, her voice still dripping with lust even as she held back. "Mommy has to get up… I need to cook breakfast. Your father will be hungry and looking for me soon."
The moment I heard the words "your father," my body froze. I had been so lost in pleasure that I forgot Mom had no idea about my transmigration situation.
Fear hit me fast — the image of my father in this world who might kill me for sleeping with his own wife made my heart race and my breath catch.
'What if Dad hears this?!'
But before the panic could fully take over, a soft knock came from the door, shattering all my thoughts.
"Hmm?" Mom lifted her head slightly, then smiled sweetly as she glanced toward the door. Our naked bodies were still pressed tightly together on the bed, our skin warm and slightly damp with thin sweat.
"Darling, may I come in?" A deep, calm male voice sounded from behind the door.
At first, I thought Mom would quickly make an excuse or at least buy time so we could cover ourselves. But I was dead wrong.
"Okay, come in, honey," Mom answered in a lazy tone that actually sounded seductive, as if nothing strange was happening.
I was utterly shocked. My mouth opened to warn her, but no sound came out. The door slowly opened.
'Fuck… I'm done for,' I thought in resignation, waiting for the disaster that was about to hit me.
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