Chapter 1 (1/2)

“Ah, ah! Quick! Cum in me! Quickly! I want your cum!”

I was twelve when I came to the realization that I was someone reincarnated to another world. It is said that regaining the memories of a reincarnation involves experiencing some traumatic experience that triggers your old memories. As to the experience that triggered my memories, it would have to be the day I was raped by a family maid.

Many of you may hold the opinion that “being raped by a maid” would hardly be traumatic. However, I was a sheltered twelve-year-old who was denied even things like internet and public education. I was incredibly inexperienced with women outside of my mother and sisters. So, when this maid locked the door, pushed me to the ground, and started pulling down my pants, I was afraid I was being attacked. Even as she did things that felt good, I was confused and shocked by what was happening.

My erection hardened for the first time, and no sooner had I gotten over the shock of seeing it grow than did she pull off her panties and plunge it into her depths. I could barely understand what was happening, and the woman herself looked so desperate, so determined, that it did nothing but terrify me. She had brown hair tied up in a bun, a small button nose, a heart-shaped face, and a small mousy body. She was somewhat plain looking overall, but she still had the youthful exuberance of a teenage girl.

Then, the memories came flooding in. In an instant, I went from a twelve-year-old boy afraid at the ferocity of this strange older woman to a thirty-five-year-old man staring up curiously as this teenage girl desperately road my cock. Did I die and go to heaven? A girl in a maid outfit riding my cock certainly sounded like an afterlife I’d like to live in.

The panic disappearing from eyes seemed to only edge the girl on, as she rode me harder and harder. Meanwhile, I dug through my memories trying to understand how I ended up here. I was a businessman. Not a great one, but I knew how to hard sell and I could get an affordable house and even convinced a beautiful woman to marry me. We started dating in college, got married when I graduated, and she stuck with me for five years while I finally got myself set up well in a fortune 500 company.

Then… things went bad. The one thing my wife wanted more than anything was a baby. However, after a year of trying, the doctor revealed that I was infertile. Of course, it wasn’t the stone ages, so naturally, there were options. We started looking into artificial insemination. That was when things went from bad to shit. Apparently, the doctor and I had radically different ideas on what artificial insemination implied. I ended up pushing into my wife’s examination room when I heard some odd noises during her insemination procedure. What I found was the good doctor balls deep in my wife.

To the woman I thought I loved, it was the quickest way for her to become pregnant, and she didn’t really care who the father was. To the doctor, he had apparently talked many desperate women into being “implanted” by his genes. He was a handsome doctor, after all, what woman wouldn’t want his surefire genes passed on to their children over an infertile husband at $50k a try? It only came out later that after having the babies, he had continued to blackmail the woman into sex, lest he revealed their cheating to their husbands.

This isn’t like those fake-ass stories where I attacked the lover, ended up getting arrested while my lying wife got away Scott-free before ultimately marrying her lover and mocking me from afar. This was the real world. The doctor certainly lost his job and license. My wife was horrified to find out she was tricked by a scheme he had used on countless women. I still left her, and she didn’t fight for alimony or anything. I heard from a friend a few months later she had gotten involved in sex parties and was the centerfold girl of a gangbang which left her pregnant. She finally got the baby she wanted, she just didn’t happen to know who the father was.

As for me, I drank, smoked, and hired hookers. I was still doing it up until I suddenly found myself in this predicament. Was it a heart attack? Who knows. However, now I was being mounted by this strange maid. No… that’s not right. She’s not a stranger. Not entirely. There are other memories. They’re not as strong as my previous life, but they are also distinctly mine. I was a boy who lived in a mansion. My mother constantly looked after me, and the old me would call the current me a momma’s boy. I was homeschooled, and frankly, I knew almost nothing about the world outside this mansion.

However, this woman was on the maid staff. She was hired about five months ago. She was only a teenage girl, but her life story was slightly pitiable, and my mother chose to allow her on. Naturally, as new staff, she was kept away from me. All of the maids I interacted with were much older, in their late fifties or more. As for men, I only realize as I compare my old memories with my new ones that I oddly had never seen another man in these twelve years of life.

This had literally become the first chance in which I was alone with this fifteen-year-old girl, and she had immediately taken the chance to jump on me. In my old life, it’d have been a crime to sleep with a fifteen-year-old girl, but considering I appeared to have the body in this life as a 12-year-old, she’d be the offender in this situation. I still couldn’t figure out why she was doing it, nor why she looked so desperate and panicked as she worked her hips like her life depended on it. Nothing in this child’s mind up to this point necessarily explained this insane behavior.

Thus, the thirty-five-year-old adult man could only lay back and enjoy the scenery and feel. Her pussy was tight, her body was smooth, and while he beauty wasn’t at the level of my last wife, it was difficult to find a teenage girl that couldn’t arouse my penis. The half-cocked penis of a confused boy not understanding his feelings quickly warped into the full-blown erection of a man enjoying the ride.

As she could feel the cock hardening inside her, the girl grew even more excited, her eyes flashing as she started to raise her butt up and down, creating slapping noises as her body bounced up and down on my cock. Her boobs were modest, so I didn’t have the pleasant sight of the two things bouncing up and down, but for the teeny bopper that she was, it was certainly doing the trick. The greatest part is that this was condom free. I couldn’t even remember the last time I got to fuck a girl bareback.

“Cum in me! Please! Cum!” She pleaded.

As the erotic feelings built inside me, I realized I was about to lose my nut. Whores usually made me wear condoms, which didn’t feel nearly as nice as this tight pussy. As someone infertile, I had sweet-talked one or two novice prostitutes into bareback, but it was usually the girls easily talked into breaking the rules that offered the most risk. It was from one such skank I had gotten chlamydia at some point. And even those girls didn’t let me blow it inside. In another girl from my past, I’d be looking to blow it on her chest or stomach when I finished.

Wasn’t this girl scared of diseases or pregnancy? Well, I guess there was a low chance of disease from a 12-year-old virgin, but this wasn’t my old body. For all I knew, this boy was very fertile. Her fervent desire to have me blow my load inside her should have set off an alarm, but my cock felt so good and she was such a sweet and innocent looking girl that I prepared myself to cum. I wouldn’t say I was one of those guys with perfect cum control, but I could hold it off a few minutes if the situation demanded it.

Just as I was starting to build towards the finale, there was a crack as the lock of the door burst open. My big moment was suspended as I looked over in surprise, having not expected my privacy to be destroyed so suddenly. While it appeared like it was a large, muscular woman who kicked open the door, she stepped aside allowing another smaller yet very beautiful woman to storm into the room.

Rather than stop, the maid only became more frantic, bouncing up and down on my cock as fast as she could.

“Cum! Now! Cum! Please, Cum!” Tears were falling down her cheeks as she refused to look behind her and kept working her hips.

At this point, even though I didn’t understand what was going on, I actually felt a little sorry I didn’t cum. She looked so desperate that filling her womb with seed seemed like such a small thing. However, the moment was ruined as soon as the company showed up, and even if she kept going it’d take at least another minute or two to get me to that point again.

It was clear that the woman who just entered didn’t plan to give her that time. Grabbing the back of the maid’s hair, she yanked the other girl painfully. The maid tried to fight, but the other woman looked much older and stronger than the little teeny bopper, and soon my cock slid out of her wet pussy, our sex interrupted as she was tossed to the ground near my feet.

“No! No!” The girl shouted in disbelief, trying to leap back on me.

However, the other woman immediately backhanded her across the face. The hit was enough to give her a bloody lip, and only then did the girl regain her senses. That is to say, she collapsed to the floor a few feet away from me and started sobbing relentlessly.

The muscular woman who looked like a guard stepped in, fingering a sword at her waist and giving the maid a warning look that kept her from moving again. The other woman, after giving the maid a hateful sneer, turned to me. At that moment, the twelve-year-old memories stirred, and I realized I recognized this woman.

“M-mother…” I let the words come out.

The woman’s look immediately softened at the sight of me, although I was still on the ground, my pecker wet with sex and still hard. I went to cover my dick, a shameful look on my face. To my surprise, the mother of this child didn’t seem to hold any anger or disgust when seeing my naked body. I remember my mom from my old life would have whipped my butt if she caught me fucking at this age, never mind the rape implications. Even at twelve, it would have been my fault. That was simply a product of the time I lived in.

“Honey, Clyburn, did you pee in this girl?” My mother crouched next to me, trying to give a comforting look.

Despite the soft look, the woman’s eyes held a certain degree of intensity in them as she asked me that question.

“Huh?” I could only gawk at the strange question that came from her lips.

The woman that was Clyburn’s mother, my mother, looked over at the guard woman for help. The woman only gave a silent shrug. My mother then looked back down at me, finally loosening the frown on her lips, her eyes holding a deep affection for me. My memories as Clyburn told me that my mother deeply loved me and I loved her too. My memories from my previous world told me this love was a bit tense, bordering on creepy. We’d never done anything objectionable, but I had breastfed until I was five and I had very few memories that didn’t involve my mother’s omnipresence. Momma’s boy might even be a weak description for the relationship I had with her.

“Ah, when she… did that, did… something come out of your penis? Like a liquid? Maybe it was white?”

My eyes widened in surprise at the question. “Ah? No… I didn’t cum.”

My mother’s eyes widened in shock. “How do you know that word?”