A woman in her early thirties walked in. Black hairs, long enough to touch her thick ass, brown eyes with soft angled eyebrows and soft delicate fair skin, glowing warmly in the morning sunlight coming through the window.
She is wearing a beige chemise, that hugged her curvy body tightly across her large boobs. Nothing fancy, just soft linen fabric clinging close.
And her perfectly round peach shaped ass, that made her skirt bounce with every small step she took.
She hurried to his side and sat right by his pillow. The mattress getting pressed under her heavy weight.
"Are you all right, son... is everything okay?" she asked with a worried expression and placed her palm on his forehead to check his temperature.
His scared and feared mind slowly fades away, and replaced by an elent of surprise. He had never seen such huge boobs like her in his entire life, only in exaggerated human made hentai animations. Yet it was right in front of him. Right now.
He rubbed his eyes hard.
*rub-rub*
’No fucking way... I’m actually lucid dreaming,’ he murmured. ’look at this woman... D-dayum... her S-tier body. I need to fuck her right now before the dream fades...’ he whispered under his breath and hugged her waist tightly.
His face pressed between her huge tits. Arms wrapped, burying his face deeply between two warm soft lons.
She patted his back softly and slowly with her warm tender hands.
"Did you have a bad dream, my son...? It’s alright... i’m right here," she whispered in his ear and continued patting his back gently.
His cock gave a lazy twitch under the blanket.
’Oh my God...’ he murmured in his mind. ’She slls so incredible... like warm honey and milk. I want to suck her boobs... but these clothes are getting in my way. I’ve got to pull them off quick,’ he murmured under his breath while rubbing his face against her boobs.
Suddenly a voice ca from outside.
"Honey! Where is my damn bag? I’m getting late for work!" a rough gruff voice ca from outside.
"Coming..." she said with a low pitched tone.
"Son... I know you’re starving, but let pack your father’s lunch first, then I’ll bring sothing delicious for you, okay..." she said softly into his ear, her warm breath brushing his hair.
She rose to leave, but his arms wrapped her tightly, not letting her go. She gently but firmly separated his arms loose, with surprising strength and stepped out of the room.
His gaze stayed glued on her bouncy ass, until the door shut closed.
*Thud*
He stared at the wooden door, then slowly drifted to his surrounding objects.
Bare cented walls. A plain bed, two white pillows, a white blanket pulled up over half of him and a wooden window with white curtains next to him.
His skin was slightly tanned with fresh cuts and scratch marks in his forearms, like soone had gone after him not too long ago.
Then sothing snapped in his head.
"Huh... where is that book?" He turned left and leaned down. The book, sitting quietly on the floor. He stared dead straight.
His hands got goosebumps just by looking at it. As he rembers, the pain, the agony he felt when he placed his thumb.
Still, he forced himself to pick it up.
The book was covered in layers of different shades of blood. Each layer with a little distinct tones. Dull gray lines traced the edges with strange patterns of chakras and hexagonal pyramids on the middle surface.
He hesitated for a mont, before opening the cover.
A blank, thick page appeared, resembling old pressed bamboo pulp.
He turned the page.
Writings appeared in red, but this ti he could understand the language, as if the book itself wanted him to know.
He read carefully.
(Page: 2)
...
"Hmm... it seems, the book wants to draw this round star like symbol sowhere and place the book in the middle, and use the chant to complete the ritual."
He turned it again, but everything was blank till the end.
He closed it.
*dhab*
The sound hadn’t even faded, when his ears started buzzing loud. Then the mories of Daniel Dikson flooded his brain like a tsunami.
Rice fields, magical wolf beasts, arcane school, dark jungle, marnie’s soft voice, father’s guilt and financial struggles as a farr. Every joy and pain flooded into him at once.
His body shuddered like a pinned centipede, fingers trembling from intense pain erupting from his head. White blood cell flashes floating like squiggly threads.
Then, a minute later, the pain slowly faded away, as if everything had returned to normal.
"Haah... haah... haah..." he gasped for air.
"What the fuck was that...?" He said with a low tone. "That laugh... that pure demonic laugh and a person running through the dark jungle. That wasn’t ."
He swallowed hard, eyes wide.
"It was Daniel Dikson’s mory," he murmured, looking at the cuts on his forearms. "Is that who I’ve beco now...? Daniel Dikson, a son of a farr who cos ho late at night, and has a beautiful stepmother?"
A few monts later, he smirked to himself and swung his legs, in one smooth motion. "Then... I should get to work before father cos ho."
He stood up from the bed. Only loose brown cotton pant covered his healthy toned body. As he was about to leave the room, the door opened on its own, before his hand even touched the handle.
Marnie stepped in. Carrying a wooden plate of food with both hands. She froze in place, eyes wide.
"Where are you going, son...?"
"Uhm... I was just heading out to get a glass of water," Daniel improvised his words calmly.
She smiled and lifted the glass of water sitting on the plate. "Here"
"Thanks, Mom..." He drank slow and steady, eyes locked on her huge boobs beneath her chemise dress.
*glup... glup... glup...*
When he lowered his glass, he quickly rembered the book was still lying on the bed. Panic shot through him and quickly shifted his body in one motion, to block her view like a human shield.
"Mom, just give the plate," He blurted. "I’ll eat it later".
"Huh...? Why?" she asked softly, tilting her head.
"Uh... nothing, just... you know i’m not that hungry right now."
"Are you hiding sothing from ?" Marnie said lowering her voice and narrowing her eyes.
Daniel’s mind quickly raced like a bolt of thunder, but his mind couldn’t think of any decent excuse. She slipped past him. His heart pounding hard as he thought for a logical answer.
She took a quick glance of his room and froze.
"What exactly are you hiding...?" she said, looking puzzled.
Daniel blinked, equally confused. The book was right there resting on the blanket. Yet for so reason, she couldn’t see it from her naked eyes.
She turned her gaze back to him, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
"Nothing mom... i’m just ssing with you hehe..." Daniel answered straight away and swiftly changed the topic.
"What did you make for breakfast, Mom...?"
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