Chapter 2 (1/2)

Mother turned around and headed for the door, not giving me another look as she left the library I had been ambushed in. I stood back up, hastily putting my pants and underwear back on. My brain worked furiously, trying to understand what was going on. Fortunately, I was a bit of a nerd, so I was aware of Japanese reincarnation stories. Is that what I had just experienced? The 35-year-old me had no memories of dying, but perhaps that was one of those things that didn’t transfer over? All I knew now was that I was a twelve-year-old boy who just lost my virginity in front of my mother. I lived in a mansion serviced with maids, so my family must be rich.

Things like magic and monsters… I had no clue if they were real or not. Although I had never seen a TV or a computer, I couldn’t even say for sure whether I lived in a modern era or the past. The room felt air conditioned… or is that a spell or magical artifact? The only thing I knew for certain now was that I had lived an incredibly sheltered life. In twelve years, I had never been outside the mansion grounds.

Come on kid, what kind of life are you living here? The older me chided.

Unfortunately, the younger me couldn’t answer. You can’t want what you never had. Clyburn was fed well, treated well, and even coddled to the extreme. Even my sisters weren’t treated this well. That’s right, I remember I have sisters. They are both older than me. One is only older by a year, while the other is two years old. My parents had left no gaps between children. Three kids in three years, stopping with me. As for parents, I don’t remember my father at all. Perhaps that is why I’m the last child?

I didn’t have a lot of time to consider the information in my head. Mom had clearly expected me to follow her. As soon as I finished dressing, I glanced around the room one last time. That was when my eyes landed on a peculiar white cloth wedged under the couch. I immediately picked it up and spread it out. It was only at this time that I finally realized what it was. It was the panties the maid had pulled off earlier. Mom had kicked her out the door without allowing her to put them back on. They smelled a bit reminiscent of her sex, and so I pocketed them. Any way you look at it, she was my first time. It isn’t that perverted to hold on to her panties like this!

Once the panties were properly hidden, I left the room. Upon stepping out of the library, I found myself in a hallway that was both strange and not strange. I had never seen it before in my life while simultaneously having lived the last twelve years here. My memories were still not quite merged. My reincarnation didn’t seem to be as seamless as the stories I read.

The hallways were darkly lit, but a close look at the torches seemed to show a lightbulb, so this is probably a world that at least had electricity. I made my way down the hall, and seemed to know instinctually where to head. The place was of course my mother’s room. I had slept with her in this room until I was eight or nine. Even then, I was welcome to come back and sleep in here when I felt like it. Like I said before, the relationship between my former twelve year old mind and his mother was an odd one.

“Honey, dear, I’m changing into something comfortable, sit on my bed.”

The voice came from behind a privacy screen. The screen was made of an opaque white paper, and mom also had a light on behind it. As a result, the privacy the screen actually gave was undeniably weak. I could only gulp as I sat down on the bed like a lover waiting for his wife to change into something sexy on their honeymoon. My eyes were glued to the silhouette of a shapely woman. She had big boobs, wide hips, and curvaceous form. Just going by the shape of her body, my cock was ready to spring to attention once again.

Dude, she’s your mom! Settle it! I desperately screamed at my cock.

Her breasts and even her nipples were perfectly outlined in the light. Rather than sagging, she had remarkably pert breasts for a woman who had three children. This wasn’t a conclusion made just by looking through the privacy screen, unfortunately. This body had fond memories of curling up in her lap and sucking on her nipples. Even within this year, I recalled going to sleep with her after having a nightmare, using those pair of funbags as my pillow! Of course, the sheltered twelve-year-old me had only seen this as platonic affection, but my other memories made me regretful I hadn’t done more when I had the chance while simultaneously making me worried what I’d do if I did get another chance!

Mom’s erotic show ended as she slid something over her head, finally obscuring the best parts of her body, but when she finally stepped out of the privacy curtain, I almost shouted and threw a pillow at her. Mom was wearing a silk nightie. It showed her bra and some significant cleavage. This was not an outfit that you gave a boy the talk in! Maybe it was the outfit that you showed a boy the ways of a woman in… was that what this woman was doing? I scanned through my memories desperately, trying to see if mom was crazy enough to throw herself at me! I kept remembering her gripping the maid’s head and forcing her to give me fellatio, and the 35-year-old in me who didn’t see her as my mother was all for plowing this tabooed fortress.

I was now sitting awkwardly, trying to hide the boner. It had returned far faster than I expected, even after cumming in that maid’s mouth. Well, since I could get erections now, it was clear that I had reached puberty. That means on top of my overall horniness of being around a beautiful mom figure, I also was being flooded with hormones that were out of my control.

Mom gave me a gentle and loving smile, the intensity she was showing in the library was now gone. Instead, she only looked at me with concern and love. My breath recovered as I realized that there wasn’t an ounce of seduction mixed into that look. I was starting to remember that these silk nighties were what she liked to wear around the mansion at night. As I was the only man in the mansion, she naturally had no feeling of needing to hide her body normally. She likely just wanted to be comfortable when she had to explain something uncomfortable.

Still, that innocent look, that sexy nighty, and then her sitting right next to me, her thigh touching mine… the reincarnated me was doing flips, and it took everything in my body not to push her down on the bed. I kept wondering what would happen if I did that. Would mom resist? She’d never once denied me anything I wanted. She even became involved in my first sexual experience. That told me there was absolutely no limits for this woman. I could do it. Right now. I could fuck my own mother.

“Clyburn…” Mom suddenly spoke, causing me to jump out of my revelry.

“What? Huh? What?” I said quickly, nearly hyperventilating.

My thoughts had grown incredibly dangerous for a second. Had mom remained silent for a few more seconds, there was no telling what would have happened.

“Honey,” Mom put her hand on my knee, which caused me to instinctually jerk causing her to frown. “Honey… I know you just went through something a little confusing. I need you to understand some things. Truthfully, I should have told you when you turned ten, but I kept putting it off, thinking I’d always have time later.”

I finally started to relax after seeing the sincerity in mom’s eyes. As uninformative as those twelve years of memory were, the one thing they were certain of was that mom always looked out for my best interest.

“What is it, mother?” I forced myself to speak how I remembered speaking before the reincarnation.

“That maid…” Mom tsked in dissatisfaction. “I had actually brought her in to groom her as your first. I thought when she was 18 and you were 15, you could have your fun with her for a year. Then, if she was a good girl, I’d stop slipping the pill into her meals and she could be the first to have your baby.”

“Mother?” My eyes raised in surprise.

“Oh, baby, I know you don’t understand any of this. She’s just a dumb girl who never would have gotten what she wanted anyway. Her impatience gave you a confusing first time, and cost her the chance to get pregnant. However, there is a lesson in this that I want you to understand.”

“I-I don’t get what you mean?” I scrunched my head in thought.

Mom probably thought I didn’t get any of it. That wasn’t true. I understood that this woman was brought in to be my playmate. In fact, it was a fantasy that sounded too good to be true. I also understood that the maid wanted to be pregnant and that my mom prevented that from happening. What I didn’t understand is why? Why was there such a strange focus on me and what I did with my penis.

“You probably realize this by now, but you’re different than everyone else you’ve met.” My mother continued on, not noticing my thoughtful appearance. “You have a penis. You’re a male, while everyone else I’ve ever had you meet was female. The reason for this is simple. There are very few men alive. It was said to start with a plague that wiped out all men, but the only thing I know is that for every one thousand people born, maybe one of them will be male if you’re lucky.”

“!!” This was truly the first time I had heard of this information.

Was this why everyone was so protective of me? Men were truly that rare?

“Because the birth rate is so low, becoming pregnant is very important to most women. You could call it the goal of all women to become pregnant. The government gives citizenship to women who have born a child. Also, you get three years of financial support from the government while pregnant up until the baby is two, and lifetime access to health insurance and various other government benefits. The difference between women who had born children and women who haven’t is night and day. Therefore, women who have not become mothers desperately seek out the limited male population.”

“If they are lucky enough to find a man who is willing to sleep with them, there is a certain chance they can become pregnant based on how many times the man is willing to sleep with them. If they become pregnant with a male baby, rather than three years, they are supported for sixteen years with a much larger stipend. After the child turns sixteen, they continue to receive a small stipend for the rest of their lives. Many women see this as a ticket to never having to work again.”

“A-and you, mother?” I asked the question, even though I suspected it might be somewhat hurtful.

Mom only gave me a light smile. “Most men become playboys, running around enjoying various women and leaving trails of babies behind in their wake. Most women don’t mind, only caring about obtaining the seed until they’re with-child. Your father was different than most.

“I’d like to say I was a better woman too, who seeked the eternal love of a man, but that simply wasn’t realistic. I approached your father for the same reason every other girl did. I wanted to extract his seed and live a better life. I actually broke into his house, stripped naked, and then handcuffed myself to his bed.”

“!!”