Rent-A-Boyfriend in A Reverse World

I blink once, twice. My eyelids feel heavy for a moment, but it soon goes away. Leaving me with the sight of a familiar, yet unfamiliar ceiling.

'What happened last night..?'  I wondered. Then, I felt a breath tickle the side of my head. I turn to the source and see my mother's sleeping face close to mine. 

The memories of last night proceed to flood into my mind.

The document.

Mom's lust.

And the incestuous sex that seemed to never end.

I look down. Both of us are completely naked, save for the blanket. Somewhere through the night my bunnysuit and tights came off.

'I really... had sex with my own mother....'  The realization weighed on me. On one side I feel disgraceful for having consented, while the other side is justifying my choice.

The document proved that me and mom had high compatibility. And in this world, that is encouraged by everyone.

'But she's still my mother...'  That one fact still stands true no matter how high our compatibility is.

While I was dwelling on that, one thought introduced itself. 'Was I... groomed?' The question demanded my full attention. I comb through my memories, viewing them through a different perspective.

And at the end, my verdict is,

'I wasn't groomed.'

Unlike what the old Andy thought, mom only did what a mother should do. She provided for me, cared for me, and let me do what I wished. 

'And the document...' I turn my head to the side and see the folder from last night resting on the nightstand.

Reaching out, I take the folder and open it. My eyes scan the document. Looking for a specific set of numbers. 'The dates on this are... recent.' I thought.

Closing the folder, a wave of relief washed over me. 'Mama only just found out too.'  Having confirmed that I wasn't groomed in this life, I can finally push that worry away.

'But... What now?' I turn my head. My mother's sleeping face comes to view again. '... What will become of my relationship with mama..? Are we still mother and son? Or are we something else entirely..?' I wondered. Staring at my mother's sleeping face like it will give me an answer.

I turn my head again, searching for a clock somewhere. '!! It's already so late!?' My eyes blew wide when I saw the time was 9 AM. Way past the hour I usually wake up at.

'I have to make breakfast!'  With that in mind, I rush to get out of bed. Swinging my legs off, I land my feet on the floor and rise-

THUD!

"Eh?" 

With a resounding thud, I collapse on the floor. My legs gave out the moment I put weight on them. Just earlier they seemed fine, but now my legs are shaking like a newborn fawn's.

"Why are my legs..?" I mutter under my breath. Behind me, I heard the sound of sheets rustling. I turn around and see mom propped on her elbow.

"Andy..? What was that noise?" she asked in a low voice fitting for someone who just woke up. Her eyes open and close as they look at me sitting on the floor with a puzzled expression.

"! Andy..!" With a look of panic on her face, mom rushed over. And what she saw was her son sprawled on the floor with his legs shaking.

She stared for a few seconds, and then her expression changed from panic to one that's seemingly... proud?

"You can't stand properly after last night, huh?" she asked in a teasing voice.

It's only after that did I realize the reason my legs are shaking is because of my mother pounding me to the bed last night.

"That- You-" I can feel my face grow warm as I try to think of a comeback. But there's none. What can I say when she so thoroughly dominated me? With every attempt of gaining control crushed by her superior strength. 

Not to mention remembering it is getting me excited down there.

And mom didn't miss that.

With a small smirk, she got up. Her feet touching the floor before rising up to tower over me. Never in my two lives have I ever felt so small. So weak.

And for some reason, I don't dislike it.

"My baby is energetic in the morning~" mom purred. She bends her knees and pick me up by the pits. Setting me on the bed. Being picked up like that felt humiliating, yet nice in a way I can't quite describe. 

Mom glanced down. Her eyes staring at my morning erection with such intensity that it feels embarrassing. 

Her tongue slips out, and she wets her lips. The sight had me waiting in anticipation of what she'll do next. 'Is she gonna use her mouth? Or maybe straight to penetration?' I thought. My curiosity and excitement grew by the second as I patiently await mom's move.

Slowly, she raised her hand. The digits inching closer to me. 'We're starting with a handjob??' I thought. 

Pat

"Huh?" I blurt out. Mom's hand gently rubbed my head. Ruffling my hair. "I'll go make us breakfast. You stay here and rest, Andy. Mama will take care of you until you can walk again." she said with that familiar, gentle smile on her face.

Mom straightened her back and turned around. 'She- She's really leaving?!'  The realization echoed in my head. Just when I thought we were going to do it, she just ups and leaves.

Like a person drowning, I reach for her wrist. "Hm? What is it Andy?" mom asks, looking over her shoulder. My hand firmly gripping her wrist. "Aren't we going to do it?" I ask, not realizing how pitiful that sounded. How I was practically pleading.

Mom's eyes went wide. Her throat flexed as she swallowed her spit. She opens her mouth, but closes it again. Thinking about her next words. "... Not now, Andy." she says. And I couldn't help but be disappointed. "Okay..." I mutter. It felt like my energy was fizzling out. 

Mom stepped closer. Her hands cup my cheeks, tilting my head up. "Listen, Andy. Mama wants to do it too, but we can't have sex the whole day. Especially since you're still not used to it." she explained. I can tell by the look on her face that she wants it too, but she's holding back. 

"....." After a moment, I raise my hand and place it over mom's. "I understand, mama..." I say. I can't see the expression I'm making, but I hope it's not one of disappointment.

Mom stares at my face with a mixed bag of emotions. "... Good boy." she says. Leaning in, she brushed my bangs and press her lips on my forehead. "Last night was amazing. And there will be many more to come, as long as you want them, Andy."

After saying her piece, mom pulled away and left the room after grabbing a bathrobe off the rack. Leaving me alone, naked on her bed. The AC air lightly touching my bare skin.

I look around for something to cover up with, and my eyes land on the blanket we were just using. I take the blanket and wrap it around me. The soft material enveloping me. 'It smells like mama...'  The wine scent that uniquely belongs to mom lingers on the blanket. Giving me a sense of safety.

It is only later that I realize I don't actually feel ashamed. Seeing my mother that way felt natural to me. It felt right. I couldn't tell if it was just me, or our compatibility speaking, but it didn't matter at this point.

I love my mother as a woman.

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