I wondered, would I get arrested if I... squeezed her boob? I was in a hospital though.
Actually, let's not push it.
That's not sothing to think about right now.
The cute nurse gave a sad, bitter smile, and then left after finishing her checkup.
Alice's yelling at the staffs reached my ears from across the room, but all I could focus on was how soft this hospital bed was.
It was the kind of comfort I never knew I needed.
I thought, "I wish Mom could try this out. She deserves sothing nice."
Later that evening, I was brought back ho.
Alice suggested we stay at her place, but I declined with a smile.
She imdiately understood.
Mom, however, hadn't said a word since we left the hospital. She simply smiled, her hand gently rubbing my head.
Ah, I loved it when she rubbed my head.
After Alice dropped us off at ho, both of them helped to my bed.
Then she left to grab us sothing to eat.
Ugh. This piece of trash, with its springy discomfort...
After the heavenly comfort of that hospital bed, it felt like a slap in the face. How had I ever gotten used to this worn-out mattress?
Alice ca back with ingredients, and together with Mom, they cooked up so porridge.
The sll was heavenly.
If I could move normally, I'd have dove right into it. But alas, I had to let Mom feed .
"Let feed him, Auntie. You eat, too." Alice suggested.
"No, that's not necessary," Mom replied. "I'll eat after Shephat is done."
"C'mon, Auntie, don't be stubborn!" Alice insisted.
"No. You're the one being stubborn. Let feed my baby!" Mom pouted, clearly determined.
They both pouted and turned to face .
I just stared at them both like, Oh god. My health bars aren't enough for this drama.
"Shephat, you ass," Alice began. "Who do you prefer to feed you?"
She did not just ask the forbidden question!
Alice was gorgeous.
Soft brown hair—yes, I've touched it before (secretly)—auburn eyes, lips that look like they were painted by angels, and a killer figure that could silence a room.
I still don't get why she wastes her ti on . We're both 37, and she's not married or even dating.
Maybe she's cursed?
Then there's Mom.
She and Alice look like they're the sa age—around 25—which is obviously a deception from the deepest corner of hell.
Mom had sweeping silver hair, eyes like deep oceans, and a body that makes ti itself jealous. In that she hasn't aged since I was old enough to rember.
And now the two of them were standing in my poorly lit, creaky-floored room... arguing about who gets to feed ?
COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!
"Ah! Shephat, take it easy!"
"Baby, drink so water! Here!"
Heh. Hehehe!
Coughing plus my dramatic, pitiful face saved from answering that problematic question! Hahaha!
Except... I didn't fake the coughing. I was actually bleeding from the mouth... but still. Win.
That night, I thought Alice would leave, and I could snuggle into my bed with Mom nearby, maybe even get a sympathy kiss (hey, I was sick!). But no.
Alice erged from the bathroom in... sothing silky. Sothing short. Sothing that scread danger.
She was wearing so kind of sexy lingerie getting ready for bed!
The springs here will stab you, you know?!
And Mom? She had slipped into her midnight gown too, hugging curves that shouldn't be legal.
Now I was in bed, sandwiched by two stunning won who radiated female power and mystery.
"Gross!" Alice snapped, looking away.
One down already.
"How can you still have a boner in this situation?! You sick man!"
At least she admitted I was a MAN—Small victories.
"Ohoho," Mom giggled. "It just ans he's healthy, Alice... Would you like to help him with that?"
MOM, PLEASE, SHUT UP!
I had to step in before this situation went completely off-rails. "M-maybe we shouldn't..."
Alice flushed red. "I-I an, I wouldn't mind if..."
Huh?! Should I be thrilled?! Why do I feel like my innocence was on the line, for so reason?!
And then—I tell you no lie—my trousers were pulled halfway down.
"Ohhh? It's been a while since I saw it," Alice murmured.
"D-Don't look at it!" I whimpered.
"Relax, Shephat," Mom said, her voice smooth. "We'll take care of you."
Just as Alice began leaning forward, about to do sothing that would definitely change everything between us—her mouth about to swallow my son...
—sothing clicked in my head.
Strength surged into my arms.
I shoved Mom aside gently and yanked my trousers back up.
"I... I can't do this right now!" I shouted. "I'm... in pain. Down there."
Both Mom and Alice froze, glancing at each other, then back at .
"Really?" Alice blinked. She looked genuinely concerned. "I didn't know..."
"If that's the case," mom added slowly, "why don't I massage it for you?"
"Sorry, Mom. But that's a hard pass."
It took a lot of explaining—but eventually, they let live.
Now, I know what you're thinking. That I missed the golden ticket to eternal bliss. That I turned away from a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
Honestly, I think so too.
But let's put aside the perversion and the, you know, incest part.
My body's basically a traitor right now. My son could spew blood at the tiniest provocation.
I was actually sick. Legit sick.
The last thing I wanted was for Alice to suddenly find her mouth full of sothing warm, red and coppery, like she'd caught on my period.
Instead, we spent the night just... talking.
Friendly banter. Old stories. Laughter.
It was fun.
And rare.
Usually, I'm burning what's left of my life bars in so dingy office cubicle, with nothing but fluorescent lights and unpaid bills for company.
But here they were—the only two humans on this godforsaken planet who stuck with .
To my very end.
Oh, and yes. I was squished between boobs. Squeezing from every angle.
Happiness, defined.
*
The next morning, I opened my eyes.
It was the third day since I'd lost my job.
The second since my illness started acting up.
My eyes drifted to my ceiling, cracked and dusty. Spiders danced across the beams like it was their private rave. Cockroaches scurried along the walls like they paid rent.
Probably around 5 a.m.
My body was weaker than before—than ever—like I'd been hollowed out.
I turned to my side. Mom was fast asleep, her peaceful expression just inches from mine.
Then I turned the other way.
Alice.
Didn't she have work today?
Still, even while asleep, she looked like a goddess sculpted by poverty-resistant magic.
I gently tapped them both.
They stirred. Rubbed their eyes.
"What is it, Shephat?" Mom asked groggily. "Are you hungry?"
"No... I just wanted to talk. To both of you."
That made them sit up straighter.
"I hope there's no... problem?" Alice said softly.
There was sothing fragile in her voice, like she was preparing herself for the worst.
I took a breath.
"I just wanted to say... I love you both."
Their eyes widened slightly.
"And I'm thankful. For everything."
I turned to Mom.
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