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

I woke up the next day to find Mom and I tightly locked in an embrace on the ground. The scent of wood and the natural cold sensation from the floor was in contact with our skin. I guess we embraced so tightly in response to the cold. We ended up on the floor, because we went wild. It was impossible to lie in the mess we made on the bed.

I almost worked myself to death. Whenever I was on the verge of passing out, I would find Mom’s saliva in my mouth again, which would wake me up, and then I’d continue straddling Mom’s hips. We did it in every position imaginable without ever taking breaks, because wasting a single second was torture to us, since we didn’t know when we’d meet again.

Perhaps we would never meet again. Perhaps I could come back after finding a better method. Mommy Vyvyan was aware I wasn’t willing to become an ignoble elf. She also didn’t want for me to lose my rationality and conscience, consequently becoming a monster that lived off blood. I wasn’t willing to become that sort of monster. Vyvyan had to give me a dignified funeral for my reputation. She had to, at least, let me visit the places I lived, fought, cried, loved and lived before. That was my own idea and my final wish. I’d be able to rest in peace after I bid farewell to all of those things.

God’s mana was, indeed, powerful. It circulated around in my body after I absorbed it, but that also left teeth marks on Mom’s belly button. I never thought Mom would orgasm again when I sucked the mana from her. I suppose her belly button was her most sensitive erogenous zone.

The two of us opened our eyes at virtually the same moment; the sunlight outside woke us. With a soft laugh, I said, “Good morning. Welcome back, Mom.”

Mom lingered for a moment before softly giggling and responding. She kissed me on the tip of my nose and bit me in a teasing manner. Next to my ear, she whispered, “Good morning, my most beloved son.”

“Mm, it’s morning now,” I said in a soft voice while gazing at the sun outside.

Mommy Vyvyan seemed to choke on her words. However, she quickly wore on a smile with a tinge of sorrow: “Yeah, it’s morning…”

Mommy Vyvyan didn’t want to see the sun then, as it was the sign of departure. It was the last sunrise from outside, highlighting the sorrow in Mom’s heart.