As Mom entered the room, I saw a plate of bread and honey with a glass of milk.
"Mom, won't you eat dinner?" I asked.
"No, I'm not hungry. Being a mage, I only feel hungry twice or thrice a week. You eat and grow well, my dear, or Mommy will worry about you," she said with a loving, gentle smile.
Thinking for a bit, I asked, "Mom, why don't we take a bath together? I feel smelly."
"Yes, sure," she agreed in an instant.
Mom never gets naked before me. Not once have I seen her completely naked. I don't know whether it's fortunate or not. Whenever we take a bath together, she's always wrapped in a towel. Sometimes she even wears her underwear during the bath. Although Mommy Helena is very attractive, I don't feel any excitement, maybe because of this child's body.
I was washing myself from the wooden bucket when Mom entered. Enveloped in a towel, she radiated an enchanting allure. The small towel barely covered her creamy white thigh, and her ample bosom seemed to fight with the fabric, threatening to escape its clutches.
The soft fabric gracefully drapes around her, revealing just enough to captivate the imagination. A delicate balance of modesty and allure, her presence exudes a subtle sensuality. The play of light accentuates the contours, creating an image of timeless beauty that lingers in the beholder's memory.
The soft fabric gracefully drapes around her, revealing just enough to captivate the imagination. A delicate balance of modesty and allure, her presence exudes a subtle sensuality. The play of light accentuates the contours, creating an image of timeless beauty that lingers in the beholder's memory.
Seeing me looking at her, she asked in a seductive, sweet tone with a hint of naughtiness in her eyes, "Where are you lost?"
Embarrassed, I looked away and stuttered, "I-I just... umm... nothing... J-j-just that y-you look v-very beautiful..." I tried to hide my red face by pulling my head into my neck.
"Fufu... Look how you're acting seeing an old lady like me..." She giggled, obviously enjoying the fun of teasing her son.
I turned my head and with solemness looked deep into her eyes ,"No matter how old you are , you are my everything.... and of course you are the most beautiful lady I have in this world."
Helena blushed a little at her son's compliment, then she moved nearer and pinched Zeun's cheeks. "Huhu... Look at you, all acting like an adult, while you're still looking at my breasts. Fufu, are you hungry? Do you want to suck my milk while taking a bath?"
Zeun, who was finding it very difficult to control his eyes from Helena's big, voluptuous, succulent bosoms, was red with embarrassment after listening to her words.
With wide eyes and an open mouth, he looked at her seductive face and mesmerizing pink lips. He forcefully averted his eyes, which were glued to her honey-like lips, and gazed at her ruby-like red eyes.
As he approached her, he noticed dried tear stains on her cheeks. In that moment, all his illicit ideas and embarrassment vanished instantly, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, replaced by genuine concern. Now, all he could focus on was her well-being as she began scrubbing Zeun's back.
Helena was scrubbing her son's back with love and care when she heard his voice.
"Mom, are you okay? Is something bothering you? Please share with me; even though I may feel weak, I want to be by your side and help lessen your burden. I want to be with you always." Zeun's small hands on his thighs involuntarily clenched, a sense of worthlessness and inferiority from his past life creeping in.
Witnessing her son's genuine concern and love, Helena's heart warmed, making all the sorrows and pain worthwhile. Overwhelmed by emotion, she hugged him from behind, her huge, perky bosoms getting sandwiched between Zeun's back and her body.
Zeun didn't feel anything this time, as his mind was clouded with worry for his mom.
"My dear, don't worry. It's just that I wanted to admit you into a Basic Kindergarten school, but a situation occurred in the city, so your aunt suggested we return to the village as it's comparatively safer," Helena explained softly.
"I also wanted to do many more things for you, like buying those Rank V blades you chose and some other things. But I think none of those will be possible once we return because your sister is in my belly, and traveling won't be good in my condition. That's why I'm a bit dejected. I'm sorry, Zeun, I can't even buy you the only thing you wanted." Her hug tightened as she uttered those words.
'What! Mom was just worried for these minor reasons! Thank God.' My heart eased. 'Though I don't know the city's situation, I trust Mom as she would always think the best for me.' I turned towards Mom, who was truly dejected, and without any warning,
Smooch!
I kissed her deeply and began nibbling on her honey-like, soft, velvet-pink lips.
Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't push me away. Helena's initially stiffened body resisted for a moment but eventually gave in. Her eyes moistened, and she let herself go in the emotional moment.
I became a little more daring as I placed both my hands on her succulent bosoms and started fondling them.
The kiss lasted for a minute as I gasped for air. Her eyes were still closed, lost in the moment. 'Fuck! What did I do?' I acted on instinct, and only now did I realize the implications of my actions.
'Fuck! I don't care. Even if she's angry with me, or won't talk to me, or beats me up—I don't care. I just don't want her to be sad and dejected anymore. For that, even if I have to be the bad boy, I will do it. This is the first time someone has loved me this much in both of my lives.
She is my everything: my goddess, my mother, my woman, and my whole world. I will do anything and accept any punishment she gives me. Because I love her and will love her even during my death.'
I firmed my belief and, with a look saying — come at me with all you've got — I dared to look deep into her eyes. Inwardly, I was trembling, but I was content with what I had accomplished: lifting her mood.
Imagine the scene: a four-year-old boy standing naked in front of his mom with a puffed chest and head held high like a valiant warrior, with both hands on his little waist and a small weenie hanging down. Any man seeing this would roll on the ground with laughter.
It seems like Zeun is unaware of his current appearance; if he were to find out, he would die of embarrassment.
Zeun: Gulp.
Helena slowly opened her eyes and coldly gazed at her son... But upon seeing her son's comical stance, she couldn't hold herself back.
"Bahahahahaha... hahaha..."
She stopped, peeked at her son, then burst out again, "Hahahahaha, bahahahaha..."
'I have never seen my mom laugh this heartily. She looks very cute and beautiful. I want her to be happy and laugh like this forever.' A contented smile appeared on Zeun's face.
If any man were to see Helena's devilishly gorgeous body as her breasts jiggled due to laughter, they would instantly turn horny with their little brother erect. But Zeun technically wasn't a man yet, so he had no reaction.
Controlling her laughter, Helena lifted Zeun and sat him on her lap. She gave him a sweet kiss on his adorable face and asked, "Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" I asked, making an adorable face and revealing my shamelessness. I wasn't sure if she was asking about the kissing or fondling her bosoms.
Sighing, Mom pinched my cheeks hard, unable to bring herself to be mad at her adorable prince. "You naughty kid. Why did you kiss my lips? You shouldn't do that!"
"Why? Do you hate me, Mom?" I asked with 'teary' eyes.
Helena fell into a dilemma. She could neither bring herself to hurt her son's feelings nor could she let him develop any weird habits—at least not until he matured enough to understand love and sex. To her, Zeun was only a child who hadn't seen the world of adults. She only thought of Zeun as a born genius with a brain ten years more advanced than his age, thus resulting in his mature behavior.
Sigh. She stood up and put me into the bathtub before continuing.
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