Rent-A-Boyfriend in A Reverse World

December 31st, New Year's eve. 11 PM.

In Japan, New Year's is the time where family come together and wind down. Relaxing at home, watching year-end TV shows, and maybe make mochi with everyone's collective effort. It's also a time to reflect on what happened the current year.

As for me, I have little, but also a lot to reflect on, if that makes sense. 'It's been what, two and a half months? Since I came into this world, since I became Andy Tsukishiro.'

"Andy, say ah~"  mom beckoned, her voice gentle as she offers me a bite of her soba.

I part my lips and lean in. "Ah~ Um!"  the taste of dashi broth and smooth noodles fill my mouth as mom retracts her chopsticks.

'Tasty.'

Honestly, this new life is like a dream to me. Not only do I have my own room, and an amazing body, but I gained two other things that were impossible to obtain my past life, in my past body.

The first is a clear head.

It took me a while to realize it, but my mind is 'clear.' Or rather, I can focus on any task without being distracted. In my old body, I likely had ADHD. I wasn't certain whether I did or didn't, since I never got myself checked. Medical help is expensive, after all, and it's not like I had a painful illness, so I just lived with it until, well, I couldn't anymore.

And the other is knowledge.

Past Andy attended a private Boys-Only College, and he actually enjoyed going to school. Seeing only men around made him feel safe and momentarily let him forget the existence of "women."

The knowledge and skills he obtained from a private learning institution of a first-world country like Japan is entirely different from what I received in the Philippines. From the facilities to the teachers, they were in another league. 

It's unfortunate, but it's the truth. Sure, I didn't attend a well-known, top-class college in the Philippines, but it likely wouldn't have differed that much. The education gap between a first-world country and that of a third-world country is a gap that can't be ignored.

'Thanks, past Andy. I'm making good use of your knowledge and skills. I'm taking good care of this body, more than you did.'  and as I thought that, another popped into my head.

A thought that has repeatedly surfaced again and again.

'Did I possess this body after the original Andy died, or did I reincarnate and receive my past life's memories when I was comatose?'

That one question haunts me, resurfacing when I don't expect it. It's pointless to think about, but I can't seem to get rid of it. Eventually, I figured it'll disappear with time. Regardless of what happened, I am the owner of this body. Me alone. 

After pushing away that thought, I use my chopsticks to bring a kamaboko (fish cake) to my lips, but before I could, a familiar ringing erupted. I turn to my phone on the side, the screen lit up. "A call?"  I muttered, putting down the kamaboko.

Grabbing my phone, I saw the name of the contact calling me. Haruto Suzuki.

"Oh, it's Haruto."  I say out loud before finally accepting the call.

"Hey there, Haruto. What's up?"  I say, putting my phone to my ear.

"I'm doing great, Andy! Ever since I started going on morning jogs with my mom and little sis, we've gotten closer as a family!"  Haruto replied excitedly, loud enough that I had to put some distance between the phone and my ear.

Haruto is the Utena-kun cosplayer I met two days ago at the convention. After we finished our shift, he asked if we could become friends. And honestly, I was excited to have a male friend. Especially one with a kind soul like Haruto here. 

"Hahah~ I told you they were just waiting for you to open up. They're your family, after all. Family is supposed to love each other."  I reply, a small smile forming on my lips.

I glance at my mother across the table, who is looking back at me with a smile of her own. Yet, it feels as if there's something more to it than I don't know. 

'I might just be overthinking it, though.'

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After eating toshikoshi soba, otherwise known as "year-crossing noodles," I got started on the dishes, alongside mom who insisted on helping. I agreed since it's tradition to cook toshikoshi soba together every New Year's eve, so I figured it'd be good to wash the dishes together too.

There's just one issue...

When I scrub with the sponge, our shoulders bump against each other.

Bump

"Sorry..."  I whisper, the apology coming out instinctively.

Our shoulders mere centimeters from each other. With this proximity I can faintly smell mom's intoxicating scent. 'I still haven't gotten used to it, no matter how many times I've inhaled it...'

I scrub harder, focusing on the task at hand rather than the distance between me and my mother.

"Andy."  mom called out, startling me a bit.

"Yes, mama?"  I reply, glancing to my right where mom is eyeing me back. A subtle smirk on her lips as our eyes meet.

"I have something to tell you after this."  she says, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Uh, okay."  I reply, though, I'm really curious what she wants to tell me that's so important that she can't tell me right now.

And not long after that, we finished washing the dishes. Racking them to let them dry.

I turn my head to look at mom. "So... What did you wanna tell me, mama?"  I ask in a casual tone. 

Yet, instead of a response, mom's gaze narrowed on me as her lips curved further up. "I'll tell you in my room."  she says.

My eyes widened slightly. 'Mama's room? Why there, though?'  I wondered, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Sure...?"  I subtly nod, still confused.

And a second after I agreed, mom grabbed my wrist and began leading me to her room. Grabbing the knob, she twists it before pushing the door open. 

What I see is a rather... stale room. Or maybe "basic" is the right word. There's not a single decoration in sight. Just a closet, bed, desk, PC, and other essential furniture. 'And here I thought old Andy's room was bad. Mom's is just as lackluster.'

"Sit."  she says, gently sitting me down on the side of her bed. Mom then reached for her nightstand, grabbing what looks like a white folder.

"Open it."  she says, handing me the folder. And I obediently take it with both hands. "Okay...?"  I mutter, not knowing what to expect.

Without further ado, I flip the folder open and begin reading.

".....!!!???!?! Wha- This-"  I stammer, darting between the document inside and my mother looking down at me. Her lips curling into a grin I can only describe as predatory.

"Mama, what is this?!"  I ask, hands shaking as my pulse quickens.

'This- This document..! It says me and mama are compatible to make babies!!!'

[CONCLUSION: The mother, Hana Tsukishiro, and the son, Andy Tsukishiro, have a very high genetic compatibility to reproduce with each other. Their offspring are guaranteed to be strong and healthy with an equal chance of being male or female.]

Instead of explaining, mom slowly licked her lips. 

"M-Mama...?"  I call out, part of me is hoping this is some elaborate prank. Yet, the other... is secretly rejoicing.

Without saying anything, mom grabbed my shoulders, her grip firm, too firm. I look to my left, at her hand holding me. My breathing picks up as my rational mind tries to comprehend the situation.

Slowly, mom pushed down. My back pressing into her mattress. 

"Mama...?"  I call out again, my voice barely a whisper. I hold the folder to my chest, like it'll serve as a wall from the woman before me.

With a predatory grin, mom leaned in, whispering into my ear. "It's exactly what you think it is, Andy~" her hot breath tickled my ears, her voice like honey, sending shivers down my spine, whether out of fear or arousal I can't tell.

Mom pulls back, just enough to observe my expression. I part my lips, then purse them shut.

She's patient, allowing me to think.

After several charged seconds, I part my lips again. "What... happens next..?"  caution in my voice, but it held a hint of hope I didn't realize came out with it. 

'I- Do I really want this..? She's my mother. My blood-related mother in this world. I should be disgusted. I should be pushing her away, but...'  I swallow my spit, my throat flexing under my mother's watchful gaze. I feel like a hare staring down a tiger.

And slowly, mom's expression shifts. From that predatory look to a familiar, gentle smile. "If you don't want this, Andy, then just say no. Mama doesn't want to do anything you don't like."  her voice, it's soothing, full of maternal love.

For a split second I thought the beast from earlier was an illusion, but the grip on my shoulders said otherwise.

Now, I have to choose. To push her away and say I want to maintain a normal mother-son relationship, or say yes and drown in forbidden lust with my own mother.

A sane guy would pick the former without hesitation, but I...

'I can't. I can't muster up the will to push her away and say no. I- I'm sick. I actually want this. I want my mother to fuck me.'

"....."  mom stares silently, waiting for my response. 

And I, I get up. Mom willingly let herself be pushed as I sat upright.

A glimmer of disappointment in her eyes, thinking I'll say no. And that look, I felt my heart squeeze tightly.

"... I'll be right back."  I say, grabbing my mother's wrists and prying her hands off me.

And for a moment, her eyes widened. Her throat flexing. "Okay..."  she whispers, stepping away from me.

No longer restrained, I stood up. Glancing once at my mother, before heading for the door. The knob felt cold in my palm.

I breath, once, and twist the knob. Pulling the door open and stepping out.

Watching Andy leave, a wave of dread washes over Hana. She slumps onto the bed, hunched over and holding her head.

"I messed up. I was too hasty. Andy- He might start hating me again!"  panic rising within her as she looks back on her actions.

Hana shoots up, standing on her feet. "I- I have to apologize. I have to salvage this- I have to-"

"I'll be right back."

Andy's words replayed in her mind, and for a couple breaths she stood there aimlessly. Hana slowly sat back down. The bed creaking slightly.

"I... I'll wait..."  she whispers to herself.

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"Huu..."  I exhale, standing outside my mother's room. The wooden door feels imposing, like a high wall.

My heart beats loudly against my chest. I stare transfixed on the knob, and slowly, I reach for it.

My sweaty palms touching the cold handle. Twisting it, a faint click came out as I push the door open.

Inside I see my mother sitting on the bed, hunched over. Hearing the noise, she snapped to look at me. Her eyes blowing wide as saucers as she takes in my form.

¹Had to crop it like this, since the chest area was risky since the leotard wasn't fully covering it. Full image on my Patreon for free. Also yes Andy got a haircut ehe

"I... I'm back..."  I mutter, my gaze trailing to the side as heat rushes to my face. My right hand gripping my left wrist behind my back, presenting myself fully.

Standing across the room, I am wearing none other than the bunnysuit I bought on Christmas day.

The leotard clinging to me, exposing the outline of my body while the tights hug my legs and rear. 

Even though I'm not looking, I can feel mom staring at the prominent bulge on my lower half. My member straining against the leotard, aching to be set free. 'If only this wasn't so tight, I would've worn underwear underneath...!'  I complained internally.

The only thing separating my bare feet from the wood floor is the thin layer of tights.

And I wait, my gaze to the side as I wait for a response from my mother, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

That's when I heard a loud thud. I turn and see my mother lunging at me, her arms wide open.

And before I could react, her arms are wrapped around me. Her right hand shooting down my back and grabbing my butt, while her left finds the back of my head, gripping my hair and tilting my head up. With my face tilted up, she crashes her lips against mine. Her tongue wriggling inside my mouth like it's alive.

"Mmph- Ma-"  I moan in her mouth, practically melting from her assault. I can feel my mind going numb from the dominating pleasure as my body quivers in her embrace.

And her wine scent, it smells so much stronger. It feels like I'll be intoxicated before long.

She pulls me closer, molding our bodies together. Her stomach pressing on my bulge as her hand kneads my ass.

'I'm not short, but I feel so small when she's holding me like this... Is this how women in my old world feel..?' 

"Puhah!"  mom exhaled, pulling her head back, separating her lips from mine.

"Hah- Hah...."  I breathed, catching my breath after the intense makeout session.

We stared at each other, our chests rising and falling as we catch our breaths.

"Do you... like my outfit, mama..?"  I ask, my cheeks felt hot. Equal parts embarrassment and arousal.

"Heh...." without answering, mom grabbed my waist and lifted me up like I'm a child. Like a hare picked up by the scruff of its neck, she carried me to bed, throwing me onto it. My body bouncing back from the mattress.

I prop myself up on both elbows, turning my head to see my mother hurriedly stripping. First her sweater, then her pajamas. Revealing black lace underneath.

My eyes widened from the sight. Seeing my gentle, and responsible mother in black lace like this... Made my erection strain harder against the tight leotard.

And to my dismay, she removed her underwear as well, stopping only until she's completely bare.

'Incredible...'  I thought, swallowing my spit in anticipation.

With her body fully exposed, mom climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over me.

Her gaze traveled down, landing on my bulge.

And with both hands, she pushes the leotard aside and rip my tights apart. Freeing my erect member from its confines. And she stares it for a second, taking in the sight of her son's cock.

As I started to wonder what she'll do first, mom roughly grabbed my length. The sudden stimulation sending a shiver through me.

She then hovered over my member, aiming to take me in one motion.

"Wait!"  I yell, catching my mother's attention. I then dig into the tight space between the leotard and my chest, taking out a square-shaped item. "W-We should use protection, right..?"  I propose, handing my mother a condom.

She takes it from me, casts a dismissive glance at it, and then flicks it away.

"?!?"  I look at the condom on the floor, and then at my mother who is grinning at me.

And without breaking eye-contact, she sank down, taking me inside her.

"Haaahh!"  I moaned, throwing my head back as my optics shoot past my eyelids. Her folds, my mother's folds are squeezing my dick like a vice.

'So this is what a pussy feels like...!'  my body began taking note, memorizing the new sensation.

"Ha- Andy, you feel amazing!"  she pants, her eyes clouded with lust.

Her face, it's not the face of the mother I know. It's the face of a woman starved. And my arousal only heightened further looking at it.

Mom rolled her hips, testing the waters. "Hng..!"  I buck my hips immediately in response. Her lips part into an open grin, enjoying the sight of her son squirming beneath her.

She rolls her hips again, agonizingly slow this time. "How does it feel, Andy? Do you like your mama's pussy?"  she hissed, resembling a predator who has caught her prey.

"It feels amazing, mama!"  I confessed, eyeing the part where we're connected.

"Mm... It only gets better from here, Andy."  

And I watched. I watched as my mother raised her hips, and I quickly realized what will happen next. I bite down on my lower lip, preparing for impact.

And then it came. mother slammed her hips down with full force. And despite my best effort, a guttural moan tears through my throat. My hands grabbing fistfuls of the bed covers.

Without giving me a chance to collect myself, mom begins to move, creating a rhythmic pace. The erotic sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes throughout the room.

I look down, watching my cock reappear and disappear inside my mother like a debauched magic trick.

"Mama, mama...!"  I call out, the title I use to address my mother in our everyday life, and now I'm using it while she pounds me. It's so wrong, but it feels so fucking good that it's driving me insane.

I tilt my head up, looking into my mother's eyes as she fucks me with wild abandon.

"I love you- I love you, mama!"  I groaned, the confession coming out at last. Not the wholesome "I love you" between a mother and son, but one between a man and a woman.

Mom's eyes shot wide open, her pace faltering for one breath.

Her hands dart out, cupping my face before smashing her lips against mine, violating the inside of my mouth with her tongue. Coupled with the immense pleasure on my lower half, my mind is filled with only pleasure, of sex. Nothing else matters right now, but this moment we share. 

'I'm close-'  I thought, my cock pulsing inside. And at the same time, I felt mother's pussy squeeze me twice, like it's communicating with my dick that it's close too.

Realizing she's nearing her peak, mom's pace grows frantic. Slamming her hips down with primal need. The primal need to milk her son of his seed.

"Mama- I'm cumming! I'm cumming, mama!!"  I scream between kisses. My vision is filled with the sight of my mother's pleasured face.

"Let it out, Andy! Let mama make you a papa!"  mom gasps, determined to make it come true.

And my body obeys like the filial son I am, convulsing as I come undone, shooting ropes of white hot sperm inside my mother's cunt as she orgasms. Her body tensing like a string threatening to snap. And the look on her face, it is a far cry from the composed, loving mother I know. Yet, I love it all the same.

Together, we ride out our release as mother and son. Connected in the most intimate way possible.

After several breaths, we collapse on the bed. Mom's weight trapping me underneath her. And I don't dislike it. A part of me likes being pinned down like this.

'I guess I'm a switch.'  a muted chuckle escaped me.

In a daze, my eyes find the clock hanging on the wall.

I blink, twice. And after the second time, my eyes go wide when I realize something.

'We- We fucked into the new year?!'  I yelled internally.

I glance to my left, mom is still recovering, her eyes closed as she inhales deeply. Her breath tickling my neck.

"... Happy new year, mama..."  I whisper, and a second after, her eyelids flutter open. Her eyes dart to me, registering what just happened. And a wide smile slowly forms on her lips.

"Happy new year, Andy."  she replied in a mature, gentle voice.

'Is this the post-coitus talk I've heard about..?'

And not long after that, mom propped herself up with her hands and pushed herself back up, sitting on top me again. And that's when I remembered I'm still inside her. The motion of her sitting back up sent pleasure through my sensitive member.

"Um- Mama, could you get off-"

"You can go again, right?"  she cuts me off, a smug smile on her face. And before I could say no, she rolls her hips.

"Huah~"  a moan escapes, my body denying my sane mine again, craving more pleasure.

'I, I'll be able to walk tomorrow, right...?'

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