Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

Mommy Elizabeth was dressed in a black evening dress that highlighted her white skin and obsidian eyes. Her long black hair was behind her, highlighting the black material. The design of the dress itself was similar to Vyvyan’s. However, it was less revealing.

Judging from her choice of style, Mommy Elizabeth wasn’t fond of revealing clothes. I wasn’t sure if it was due to the design of the dress or not, but it was clear that it was a bit tight, making Mommy Elizabeth’s body lines particularly prominent. In fact, it forced the black gem at her chest to sit on top of her breasts, while her hips looked as though they suffocated.

Mommy Elizabeth looked at me while twiddling with her hair. In a slightly nervous tone, she said, “To be honest… This is Mommy’s first time trying this sort of clothes… It feels a bit tight… I can’t hang the gem down…”

Mom tugged on the gem at her chest. It seemed as though she wanted to adjust her collar. I quickly reached my hand out to stop her dangerous action by holding her hand.

That was a dangerous action. Too dangerous. If she tugged it, they might jiggle… That was too scary.

“Castell had it made according to my measurements…”

Mommy Elizabeth froze stiff. She blankly looked at me, and then at her own body. She clenched her teeth and angrily exclaimed, “Castell!! He must be sick of living! Listen, Son, listen. I haven’t gotten fat! I swear, I haven’t gained weight! It’s just… Mm… Castell definitely got my measurements wrong! He definitely got the wrong measurements! It’s definitely because he gave them the wrong measurements!”

I chuckled. With a smile, I said, “It’s fine. I know, Mom. You’re not fat. You’re not fat. You’re not fat. Your dress seems a bit too tight, but I think that you look very pretty in it. How about going back to change?”

“Change?” Elizabeth looked at herself and then me. She titled her head: “I think that this dress looks quite nice… What do you think, Son? If possible, Mommy doesn’t want to waste your time. Being late would give you grief, after all, wouldn’t it?”