---Jae’s Perspective---
“Alright… now just flick it back to me…” I smile at the cutey I’m, newly, sharing a Dorm with.
His brow creases at his holopad, hesitating.
The juxtaposition to earlier (when I asked him to describe the process of hunting an animal, from picking up tracks to processing, cooking and storing) is unbelievable!
The matter of fact way he described stalking and butchering… against the childlike confusion he demonstrates over using his first ever holopad… it’s night and day!
He’s not even quite 6 years younger than me! How is he triggering my maternal instincts, so fiercely!?
Uncertainly, his finger moves immediately followed by a *dun*, of refusal to execute, from his holo.
“It didn’t like it…” he says, turning his screen to me.
The Evenki text takes a moment to become Korean, as his holo is deciding whether my translator is to be given access to his banking app, then decides that that was clearly his intention and relents.
“Ah-ha… what you’ve tried to do there, sweetie, is transfer me your entire bank balance… your holo has recognised that that was, almost certainly, not what you wanted and so it’s stopped you…” I didn’t even realise that was possible! How did he manage to do that with, what looked like, one swipe!?
With dismay, he responds “It’s sentient?” looking at his holo in mild panic.
Quickly, I correct “Not sentient… sapient… clever, not aware… It’s clever enough to work out things like ‘he probably doesn’t want to send her all his money’. It’s just functioning on very complicated instructions, programmed in by its designers… It’s not going to judge you for watching porn on it(!)” while trying not to laugh at him for being a quarter of a century old and having to have that explained… if he feels like I’m making fun of him, he might just give up, altogether.
“How are ‘clever’ and ‘operating on very complicated instructions’ different from ‘sentient’… if it lets it do things like decide to refuse to do what I tell it?” he says, his face showing confusion.
Damn… I have to remember, he’s not stupid… just ignorant of a lot of things!
“That’s a question for a philosopher, I’m afraid(!) Not one I can answer… just don’t worry too hard about your holo being sentient(!)” I wink.
He looks, contemplatively, at the device… it’s incredible how, when I first met him, I thought his face was inexpressive but… spending a few weeks at the ODR together let me tune in to the copious quantity of microexpressions that lurk just below the surface of that, apparently, stony exterior!
“Shall we continue…?” I ask and immediately see a dejected look on his face “…or we could stop and try again tomorrow? We have been going a while…!”
He is clearly relieved… but then his eyes narrow very slightly…
“I want to try one more time…” he says.
“Go ahead…” I smile.
His orange eyes flick back to his screen and focus. His finger moves and I get a notification ping.
“There you go! Well done!!!” I say, before checking my phone “Hang on… Sweetie… you just… *sigh*… you just rejected my payment…” I say, wryly “Technically… you did manage to send the credit back from your holo to mine… but you can’t pay for stuff that way!”
A disappointed microexpression crosses his face.
I decide to be kind “I mean… it is… very clever… reversing a transaction is something that rarely comes up… I’m not even sure I’d know how to do that!… We’ll just work on making a new transaction, tomorrow…”
A tiny smile of delight touches the corner of his mouth! So cute!
His finger moves to deactivate the screen… then hesitates…
“Thank you, [holopad]…” he says, before looking up to see the quizzical expression on my face “…just in case you’re wrong about it being sentient… can’t hurt to say ‘thank you’…”
He’s so fucking adorable, I just want to squeeze his face into my chest until he can’t breathe!
I smile back “Would you like dinner… I can cook, if you want?”
He makes to get up and starts “I should…” but I gently (but firmly) push him back into his seated position.
“You made food, yesterday… Let me take care of it…”
Nervously, he nods…
That’s right, darling… let Mummy spoil you!
---Tymancha’s Perspective---
She’s… so nice…
I… I don’t really understand…
“Have you ever had samgyeopsal-gui?” she smiles at me, making her way over to the kitchen.
“I don’t recognise the word… so I don’t think so… is it an animal?”
She gives a musical laugh “I guess so… it’s grilled pork belly… I gave the instructions for it to the onboard foodlab, when we came aboard, and it was ready to pick up, earlier today…”
So weird that they just… grow all their meat(!)
“I’ve had boar, before… that sounds good!”
She smiles and goes to the time stopping room, in the corner of the kitchen, to pull out meat, mushrooms, green vegetables and sauces… I understand that… none of this is magic… but a container that can stop time… definitely feels like magic…! The fact that those outside the continent of Ogorod, on Novyy Les, use stopping time for something as trivial as food preservation(!)
Cold preserves food! Dryness preserves food! Salt preserves food! Spice preserves food! Eating, or selling, the food means you don’t need to preserve it! ‘No… we’re going to stop time, to keep it fresh. You know, just casuallike! More convenient!’!
As she begins chopping the vegetables, her back turned to me, I’m able to see the way her lovely arms jiggle from the motion… my eyes wander down… her bottom is… also lovely…
When I asked her how much she weighed, she told me she was 102kg before smiling that that was typically not a polite question to ask most people. When I said that, on my continent, it’s one of the first questions people usually ask eachother and that I would be very proud of being so heavy… she made notes…
That’ll be why she’s so nice to me… I’m helping her learn… I understand, now.
The last person to be nice to me, for no reason… was my mother… 18 years ago…
Jae… reminds me of her… the half Sapiens look (so common in Ogorod), of course (even if the other half isn’t the same, it still calls her to mind), but, more than that… the sweetness… the laughs… the smiles… the way she takes time to explain things I don’t understand…
I… miss my mother… remembering her, after this long… it hurts…
I’m broken out of that thought-hunt by the beautiful woman raising her voice to ask “How are you finding your room, sweetie?” without turning from her task.
“It’s… fine… I like the bed… What’s the word for the bit that’s like a bedroll but thicker and doesn’t roll?”
“Mattress?”
“Yes… I like the [mattress]… it’s firmer than the other three I’ve slept on…”
Her cutting stops dead… she turns with an expression of disbelief… they all have such expressive faces, these people!
“I’m… I’m sorry… did you say three?!”
“Uhm… yes?”
“In your whole life you’ve only slept on four mattresses?!”
“…Yes?” have I made her angry? Is that an insult, somehow?!
“But… you just spent weeks at the ODR on Xīn de Qín!… And there’s no way you made it from Novyy Les to there without sleeping on the ship!” Is the quantity of emotion in her voice really just from… disbelief? These people are frightening!
“Yes… those were [mattresses] two and three…” I answer.
“Haneullim! You mean, until a month or so ago you’d only ever slept on a single mattress!?!?!?”
“That’s… that’s right… I was 13… I tried to hunt a woolly rhino (against my father’s advice)… I came off the worse for it… I needed to go to a hospital in Ilmakta Tura… they also treated me for malnourishment, while I was there…”
Her face falls like her kill has been fouled, in a hard winter, before she says “You were malnourished, you tried to hunt a woolly rhino and your dad only advised you not to, and that… was the first time you ever lay in a bed!?”
“Erm… yes?”
“You poor thing!” she says… making me question whether her kindness actually is only because I’m useful to learn from…
“You are having an extralarge serving of samgyeopsal, tonight!”
That wasn’t an offer… that wasn’t a request… that was an order!
…I… don’t… dislike receiving orders from this woman…
---later---
She has taken the [hotplate], she taught me how to use yesterday, from the oven to place it on the lounge table, serving in place of a firestone.
As the mushrooms, [garlic], onions, [kimchi] and cuts of pork start to sizzle, she asks “Do you know how to use chopsticks?” holding up a pair of [chopsticks] in her left hand.
I shake my head.
She smiles “That’s alright, sweetheart… when it’s done, you just put a lettuce leaf on your plate and I’ll give you a serving of everything on that… You can just wrap it up and eat it with your hands…”
“Can… can you teach me how to use [chopsticks]?” I ask, hesitantly.
She shakes her head “Not tonight, I can’t… You won’t be able to get the technique down in time to eat…”
That’s… a little disappointing…
“But I don’t mind teaching you another day!… We can do that, along with how to use your holo and stuff!” she smiles, reassuringly.
I try to smile back… but… my face is too stiff to replicate her expressiveness… she’s clearly stifling a laugh… I must look strange.
“Would you like some soju?” she asks.
“That depends on what [soju] is…(!)” I try to joke, the monotony of my voice, when compared to hers, making it sound more ungrateful than I’d like.
She doesn’t seem to mind as she smiles “Soju is alcohol, dear…”
“I’ve never drunk alcohol…” I answer.
Her face falls in horror “Never!? But… you’re 25! Drinking age, for <5%abv, is 16! You’ve been able to drink for 9 years!!!… Is it health related? Because of your childhood malnourishment?”
I shrug “No… it’s just… in Ogorod… it’s very cold, in winter… you loose body heat quicker if you drink… and… there are a lot of dangerous animals so… it’s never a good idea to be robbed of any quantity of sense… I never drank with my father and… it’s a habit I kept up after we… separated.”
Her hand moves, seemingly out of reflex, to her [holopad], presumably to record this [data], then she stops herself and gives a sympathetic nod.
She doesn’t try to probe into why my father and I separated, the way she did the first time it came up.
She smiles and looks around “I don’t see any dangerous beasts here… The room’s a fairly comfortable temperature, too… and, if it starts feeling chilly, we can change the heat on that panel… what do you say? Want to be a little naughty and have your first ever drink with me?”
Thinking a moment, I answer “Yes… I’d like that.”
---Jae’s Perspective---
Hurrying a little, so the food doesn’t burn, I walk back to the kitchen, to the cupboard that I put the alcohol I brought with me in.
My hand goes, initially, to the cheap and serviceable brand I would be having if I were the only one drinking it… then stops… I should give him the good stuff… I’d like to make his first time… special, afterall!
I grab the bottle and two cups before coming back to the table.
I check the food… looks like the meat needs to be flipped.
I place the bottle and cups on the table before saying “I’m just going to flip it, then I’ll pour, alright sweetie?”
He nods.
I pick up my chopsticks and begin flipping all the cuts over to allow their other sides to cook.
“That’s very impressive… the way you can flip those so quickly!… It… does seem a little pointless, though, to use the sticks…”
I smile and cock an eyebrow “How would you do it?”
He mimes a pinching motion, with his fingers, followed by a flip of his hand.
I chuckle “You see how your hands are covered in old burn scars? See how mine aren’t?” I raise the chopsticks and clack them together, in my left hand “Chopsticks, sweetie, that’s why!”
“You’re probably right… It smells very good, by the way.” he smiles.
I smile back “I hope it tastes as good!” and finish the flipping.
I pick up and open the high quality soju and, with two hands, pour out a measure into both cups.
Of course, as the younger one, he ought to be the one pouring but… well, given that this is his first ever drink and that he isn’t Korean… there’s no need to stand on ceremony(!)
I hand him a cup and he goes to drink but I stop him.
“We need to toast… what shall we toast for…?”
“I… don’t know…?” he says, as if his translator has stopped working.
I bust out my most seductive smile and raise my cup “For firsts…”
Uncertainly, he mimics me and I clink my cup against his.
“Geonbae!”
“[Kyonbai]…” he says, nervously attempting to mimic my pronunciation. (So cute!)
I down the small measure of smooth, high quality, 36%abv.
He follows suit… and shudders violently… clearly more surprised, than anything.
“Not how you expected?”
He shakes his head and answers “No… Not bad, though!… Can I have more, please?”
I give a stern smile, wag my finger and answer “I’m not letting you get black-out-drunk, your first time!… Maybe I’ll let you have more after dinner… if you’re good(!)”
Shuddering again (though, I don’t think from the alcohol this time) he responds “Alright then… I’ll be good…” with a small smile.
---Tymancha’s Perspective---
That… was… amazing!
The way the fatty meat and crunchy vegetables complimented eachother! The [gochujang] sauce! It being cooked to perfection by this gorgeous woman… the alcohol…
I always did wonder what the appeal of a substance that makes you stupid and forces you to unnecessarily bleed heat into the environment was! Now, I know! I don’t know how I would describe it to someone… Maybe, it’s sort of like… everything is glowing…? Not visually but… emotionally. Things are funnier, food is tastier, Jae is… prettier…
No, no, NO!
She was always this pretty! I’m just less nervous about it, now! That’s what’s happening! She’s pretty and kind and sweet and sexy and I can smile at her about those facts… and she’s smiling back!
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“You were a good boy(!) You ate up all the dinner I gave you and were very complimentary about it… how would you like one more cup of soju, as a reward?”
I smile (my face no longer stiff) and hold out my cup, with an enthusiastic nod.
She does that strange, two handed, pour again (is that how all civilised-folk pour things? Do I seem like a savage to her, because I pour one handed?)
I raise my cup, ready with a [toast] “For you! [Kyonbai]!”
She laughs “Alright, buster: That’s your last, I think(!) You’re still good drunk… you don’t want to get bad drunk!”
“Very sensible! Thank you for looking after me…” I answer.
I’ve both heard of and seen what happens to people, who get ‘bad drunk’… in the cold, it can be deadly… Not that it’s cold here… a little warm, in fact.
We drink that last measure of her [soju], after which I take off my outer layer.
“Woohoo, striptease(!)” says Jae, confusingly.
I just smile.
“So, Tymie, you liked the dinner? You liked the alcohol?” she smiles.
“Yes, very much!” I nod.
“Sooo… what do you say?”
“Thank you, Mummy…” I say without realising the extent to which the alcohol has loosened my tongue.
When I realise, both hands shoot to my mouth in an effort to catch the word that has already reached her ear and caused her jaw to drop.
“I’m sorry!” I blurt “I’ve ruined it! I didn’t think… It’s not like…” at this point I try to bolt, the way I would if I were stalking a dangerous animal and it caught my scent, but I feel an overpowering grip around my wrist before I’m pulled back in the direction I just tried to flee from. That extra 40kg of hers is utterly irresistible!
I find my palms firmly planted into the [sofa cushions], her hands at my wrists, and her nose a centimetre from mine.
What in Tengri’s name is this reaction!? Accidentally calling her ‘Mummy’ has made her this angry?!
Wait… that’s not an angry facial expression.
“Say it again!” she says, clearly excited.
“Whuh?” I respond, stupidly.
“What you just called me! Call me that again!” she says, delirium in her eyes.
What the fuck is going on, here?
Were there hallucinogens in those mushrooms? I’m not hallucinating, so that can’t be it!
Have I accidentally triggered some kind of civilised-folk ritual I wasn’t aware of?
For now, lets just comply with what the powerful woman, with a wild look in her eyes, is demanding: “Mummy?”
She shudders in… pleasure?!
“Again.”
“Mummy.”
“Again!”
“Mummy!”
“Once more!”
“Mummy!”
She throws her head back, clearing her long fringe from her face, her eyes closed, her breath hitching on shuddering gasps.
Then she turns those grey, Denisovan eyes, of hers, back on my orange, Longi ones, fixing them with an intense stare.
“Mummy would quite like to take you to her bedroom, sweetie… What do you say to that?”
Still confused, I ask “You… enjoy me calling you ‘Mummy’?!” not quite able to believe the strange turn.
She nods, firmly “Very much!”
After a pause, I ask “…sex…u…al…ly?”
She pauses as well, though, not as long “…Yes!”
“…Is… Is it common for civilised-folk to find incest…?”
She interrupts “No! It’s not ‘incest’! It’s the caring, the nurturing! That’s what turns me on! Obviously, the idea of having sex with my real flesh and blood son is extremely gross to me but… having sex with a, nonblood-related, innocent boy… one who I get to spoil… one who I get to take charge with and guide… well, that is a turn on! Oh and to answer your question, no, it’s not super common but it’s not incredibly rare either! It’s called a ‘kink’ and there are lots of different kinds… the ‘Mummy kink’ is just one!… Also, don’t call us ‘civilised-folk’, it implies that you think you’re uncivilised… I don’t know what you should call us but not that!”
Stunned, I take some moments processing everything she just told me.
[Kinks]…? Huh…!
Eventually, I manage to stammer out “J-Jae, I… I think… you’re very… kind… nice… p-pretty… s-sexy…”
That hyperexpressive face of hers falls in disappointment “I’m sensing a ‘but’ coming, Tymie!”
“…but… it’s… w-well it’s just that…”
“You find the whole Mummy-kink thing offputting?”
I think for a moment “…No… that’s not it… I wouldn’t have thought I’d like it but, the way you explained it, it sounds, sort of… interesting… nice…”
Her eyes widen, delightedly, then quickly narrow, suspiciously “Then what’s the ‘but’…?”
I really don’t want to tell her… but I have to “…it just… it would… *sigh*… it would be another first… for me…”
Her eyes flick back and forward, calculating “Oh!… Oooooh!!!… You… you don’t just mean the ‘Mummy kink’ part, do you?”
“That too, but no… not just that…”
She releases my wrists “If you don’t want to…”
“I want to!!!…” I say, surprising both of us, with my intensity of emotion.
Casting my eyes down, I continue “…I just… I don’t want to disappoint you… I don’t know what to… do!”
I feel her hand on the back of my neck and, before I know what’s happening, her lips are on mine… another first she’s given me…
She has her eyes closed… should I close mine?
I close them, attempting also to copy what she’s doing with her mouth… the pressing… the opening… the closing… the tongue…
Her taste…!
I don’t know what I expected the inside of a person’s mouth to taste like but… this is certainly different from that! I probably thought it would have tasted like whatever they last ate but… I don’t taste the [samgyeopsal] we shared… I only taste her!
She pulls her lips away and mine try to follow but are left behind.
Eyes still closed, she places her forehead against mine, resting it there for several long seconds.
Then, in an instant, as if she were about to sprint after prey, her eyes open and lock on mine… grey as an overcast sky!
“You don’t need to worry about what to ‘do’ this time, sweetie… let Mummy take care of you… watch, enjoy, learn. How does that sound?”
Having to martial my hunting instincts to manage it, I force out a meek “Yes…”
Of course… on this occasion… it seems like I’m the prey and… I want to be caught(!)
The woman’s face breaks into the single most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.
---Jae’s Perspective---
I pull the adorable boy to his feet…
He’s, I’d guess, 183cm? 5cm shorter than average for boys?
I’m 181cm (4cm taller than average for women), the result being; our eyes are, practically, level! It could only be sexier if he were actually shorter than me!
I have to fight the urge to push him back down onto the sofa and take him, here!
You share this Dorm, Jae!
I really don’t want to be caught in the act by an elderly Buddhist monk, so I have to contain myself until I can get him back to my room!
I can see, in my peripheral vision, that his erection is fighting his leather trousers but, right now, I’m considering that ‘a spoiler’ so I force myself not to look… I don’t want to have the surprise ruined!
What’ll it be? A cute little micro? A mismatched monster? I can’t wait to find out!
I take him by the hand and pull him from the Commonroom, down the corridor and almost throw him across the threshold of my room.
Coming inside, I pin him between my front and the wall and kiss him, again… he shrinks down, starting at his full height and ending up with his lips below mine… good boy…
With my left hand I feel for the door lock and privacy switches, activating both.
Breaking from his lips (with him, again, trying to follow me as if he’s scared I’m going to run away (a-fucking-DORABLE!)) I look into his eyes and say “Tell me what you’re feeling, right now.”
Panting a moment, his breaths hitching, he answers “Scared… excited… My heart’s racing like I’ve just tried to sprint 500m… there’s this weird swooping in my stomach… I feel like I can barely breathe… I sort of feel like I’m 13 again and facing down that rhino!”
I smile “That’s good stuff, sweetie! What Mummy likes to hear… I could have done without being compared to 3 tonnes of hairy, aggressive, Ice Age megafauna, though!”
Panicked, he answers “That’s…!” but I shut him up with a short kiss.
“*Mwah*… OK, sweetheart! It’s OK! Besides…” I smile, thinking of a joke that only works in English“…that rhino and I do have something in common: we’re both extremely [horny]!”
Sure enough, his face screws slightly in confusion.
Speaking only Evenki, as his mothertongue, Russian, for trade, Galactic Basic and Galactic Basic Sign Language (which most Terrans don’t fully consider ‘languages’, due to their simplicity and lack of vocabularic and grammatical depth) because they were a legally mandated part of his education, is cute but… maybe I should put ‘languages’ on the list of things I have to teach him…
Korean first, of course(!) He does need to be able to talk to Mummy in her native tongue(!)
“Go to the bed…” I smile, crookedly.
He complies.
“Good boy!” I say.
He makes to get onto it.
“Ah! Not yet!… Mummy wants to undress you!” I say, an edge of sternness in my voice.
Looking slightly ashamed, he backs off from the bed and stands facing me… He’s so obedient! I love it!!!
I step to him and bring my hands to the hem of his self-made shirt… it’s just occurred to me that this is the first time I’ve seen him in a different room from his coat and pack of possessions! I suppose the habits of a lifetime (like always making sure you had all your stuff with you) wouldn’t be easily broken… though it seems they can be forgotten… in the heat of the moment(!)
“Arms up!” I instruct, mischievously.
His arms come up… that compliance!
I have to calm down!… I thought I was going to cum earlier, just from him calling me ‘Mummy’!
There’s a proper order to these things… I’m in sweet-Mummy-mode, right now… In sweet-Mummy-mode… he has to cum first…
If he likes this… maybe I can float ‘strict-Mummy-mode’ to him, at a later date… see what he thinks of spankings, smothering and the like…
In strict-Mummy-mode, I cum first!
I pull his garment over his head and have to stifle a gasp of horror… he’s covered in scars!
In addition to the single set of claw scars on his face and the collection of tiny burn scars on his hands (presumably, from having learned to cook on open flame) he has a panoply of scars covering his skinny chest and slender arms!
“You poor thing! You’ve been through the wars, haven’t you!”
He looks at me, confused, before saying “I’ve never been to war… my parents did… that’s how they met… in the Sniper Corps.”
“No… err, sweetie… I didn’t… I just meant you’ve got a lot of scars… you’ve had a lot of injuries!”
Concerned, he looks at me and says “You think they’re… ugly?”
“No!… No, sweetheart, not ugly… just… distressing. They make me realise what a hard life you’ve had.”
“They… they don’t hurt, anymore!” he says, sorely misunderstanding the point!
“How come there are so few scars on your face?”
“I wear a helmet…” he shrugs.
“Yes, I’ve seen your helmet…*kekek*… one of your helmets, at least… it doesn’t cover your face.”
He frowns “The helmet you’ve seen is my only helmet… I wouldn’t carry a second one… that would be a waste of calories… The lips and nose guard are designed to deflect injury away from my face.” So innocent! I should definitely teach him what ‘word play’ is, though(!)
“You’re in dire need of some TLC, I think! Mummy’s going to spoil you rotten!” I say, as I undo the fastening keeping up his trousers and drop them to the floor.
Seeing him now clad only in his pants, it hits home how much of his apparent bulk came just from the fur lining of his rawhide clothing. There’s nothing there! He has skinny, little, chicken legs (also covered in a lifetime of unregenned scars)!
I mean, the flesh he has is pure muscle… but it’s still easy enough to count his ribs!
I walk to him and wrap him into another kiss, as I do, angling him so that he has his back to the bed… then I surprise him by flinging him backward to land on the fifth mattress he’s ever lain on. I get a brief glimpse of his reflexive terror, at being forced to trip backwards, before he realises it’s a soft landing, as he hits the bed.
“Legs up…” I instruct, followed by him complying and me pulling his pants off over his feet.
I pull his knees apart to study the cock that I’ve only caught glimpses of, through clothing, until now.
I instantly fall in love with it! It’s the perfect cock for him! Just a little bit shorter than average… but not skinnier… a pronounced upward curve.
Of course… I’m aware that whatever cock he had, I’d likely have declared it ‘the perfect cock’ for him. I’m not particularly picky about the members of my boys(!)
The fact that he managed to make it to 25, with no Evenki, Yakut, Tuvan, Ojibwe, Chipewyan, Yupik or, perhaps, Longi/Neanderthal/Denisovan women pulling him into their tent, is unbelievable!
…No… not women! Anyone, who would allow a boy this tasty to remain a virgin, doesn’t deserve to be called ‘woman’… Novyy Les is a planet of girls!
As a Sociologist… I know that’s ridiculous… as a Mummy, though…
Their loss is my gain, however! Now… I get to pop his cherry!
I wonder (for the ten thousandth time) where my fetish for motherhood came from… My mum is definitely more of a ‘girl’, with my dad being a man! If one of them is the Dom/Domme, in that relationship… I don’t think it’s her!
Could it be that I’ve always identified with my dad more? I have his personality, his eyes, his build, his face (people, who don’t know me and don’t have a lot of familiarity with Resurectees, often mistake me for being a full Denisovan… it takes a discerning eye to spot traces of the slim, little, Sapiens Korean girl, that is my mother(!)) if I’ve modelled myself after my dad and perceive him to be the ‘Daddy’ in that relationship… maybe it’s natural that I’d become a Mummy?
Could it be being an older sister with an age gap? No, I don’t think so… I love my brothers but, well, they were arrogant, little twats, growing up! No nurturing, there(!)
Well, no use psychoanalysing myself… ‘unconscious motives’ are spurious pseudoscience, since they aren’t falsifiable… Wherever it came from, my Mummy kink is here now!
I’ve got likely the cutest boy I’ll ever have, lying nude on the bed in front of me… time to enjoy him!
---Tymancha’s Perspective---
“Get your head on the pillow, feet toward the footboard…” smiles this… ‘Mummy’…
If it were possible for me to get any harder, her giving me orders like that would certainly have done it!
I obey, get myself into the position she indicated and she climbs up after me.
Kneeling between my spread legs (in the process, making me aware of her wide, Denisovan hips… not that I wasn’t aware before!) she unfastens her jacket with the [zip] at the front.
The fact that I was entirely exposed, before she had shed her first thread, should read as unfair to me… it just reads as exciting.
Tossing the jacket over the side of the bed she reveals her nipples to be fully visible through her [tank top]! Well, at least, the way they raise the thin fabric makes it look as if she’s utterly nude, even if her [tank top] does completely cover the skin.
She notices me noticing and looks down with an exaggerated expression of confusion.
“Oh! I’m headlighting! I didn’t put on a bra, this morning… figured I’d be wearing that jacket all day… Never mind! You can just consider it a ‘preview of coming attractions’(!)” she smirks.
Even if I didn’t understand several of the key words/phrases in that sentence… the gist was very clear and causes the tree sparrows, fluttering around in my stomach, to become steppe eagles(!)
Placing both hands on the outsides of my thighs, she begins stroking upwards, slowly, in the direction of my torso.
“I have a question, sweetie…” she says, drawing steadily nearer.
“What’s your question… Mummy?”
“At the party, the other night, you were clearly uncomfortable… why did you agree to go?” she says, her hands passing my hips.
I think for a moment before deciding to tell the truth “I was uncomfortable because, even though I know it’s stupid, I couldn’t fight the instinct that that much noise would frighten all the game away… I knew that there’s no game in a civili…” her eyebrow raises “…a settled city, I knew there was the sound capturing field (that’s somehow not magic) and I knew that I didn’t need to worry about hunting but… I’d just never had to deal with that much noise before… there were also lots of people there and I don’t think they liked me… I went because you were going… I stayed because you stayed… I wanted to be… near you…”
Her face, now centimetres from mine, falls into a very pronounced expression that, nevertheless, is difficult to read before she says “That’s… so… cute! You wanted to be with Mummy, didn’t you!”
“Yes… Mummy…” I elect to answer… despite the fact that the translator informs me she wasn’t actually asking a question there… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this thing speaking into my brain!
She kisses me, hard enough to squash our noses together. Her torso comes to rest on mine with that attractive bulk of hers. Her strong arms wrap around the back of my shoulders, pressing me to her front.
She’s… warm… very warm… it feels very pleasant.
Breaking from the kiss but not withdrawing her lips, she says “Well… Mummy’s here… how about I make you feel good, now?”
Trembling, I nod.
She pulls back to her kneeling position, between my legs, and bends to bring her face to my cock.
Smiling, she pulls back my foreskin to examine under the corona “…Nice and clean, I’m glad… even if taking a watershower together might have been sexy(!)” she quips.
I smile back “I know how to keep myself clean… animals smell you if you stink… I just don’t use any fragranced stuff, the way you… err… nonOgorodans do… for the same reason.”
“Interesting, I’ll bear that in mind…” she says, meaning that she’ll make a note of it on her [holo], later.
“Well… let’s not waste time… given that you been a good enough boy to keep yourself clean… it means that I can do…” she kisses my glans “…this, not to mention…” she licks up the length of my shaft “…that and, lest I forget…” she places her lips at my tip and begins swallowing my length. I shudder and panic, slightly… the inside of her mouth feels so good that I’m spasming! “…Vuhs!” she says, looking up at me with a playful grin, around my cock.
She keeps pushing down, until I can feel her throat dilate around my tip.
Like my first alcohol, earlier, my first blowjob is very good… but not at all how I imagined…
The sensory overload is indescribable!
I’ve felt unbearable pain before… I never imagined there could be such a thing as unbearable pleasure!
Masturbating never felt like this!
It’s so overwhelming that… I don’t last long…
Waves of pleasure grip my body before I’m forced to orgasm…
I try to warn her but she keeps her mouth on my cock right until the end.
I feel terrible! Not only did I last such a short time, I also ejaculated into her mouth! She must think…
“*Gulp*”
…did… did she just swallow?
She pulls her mouth from the end and I ask “You swallowed?”
“I did.” she confirms.
“Why!?”
She raises a clenched hand and starts counting “One) you’re tasty. Two) I didn’t want to mess up the bedsheets. Three) I think swallowing’s sexy!” she says, matter-of-factly.
“Erm… fair enough…”
She smiles “You mean ‘fair enough, Mummy’, don’t you?”
“Oh, err, yes… sorry, Mummy.”
“Good boy!”
“I’m sorry I came so quickly, too, Mummy.”
She chuckles “Don’t worry about it! This is so you can learn, afterall… I’ll take it as a compliment… Are you done for tonight or…?”
“Again! More!! Please, Mummy!!! I don’t want to stop! I… I just need… err… I need to recover…” I plead, desperately.
She gives me that crooked smile again “That’s my good boy… is there anything Mummy can do to help you recover?”
“Erm…” I hesitate.
“Don’t be shy!… If there’s anything you want, just ask.”
“She… she could… erm… take off her clothes?” I say, falteringly.
She smiles and immediately pulls her light teal [tank top] over her head. As the hem passes over her enormous tits, I’m treated to a moment of underboob before both her breasts drop from their constriction and swing hypnotically.
Bare chested, she reminds me of Ms Spears… the Denisovan attendant of the trade post at Ilmakta Kislokan… the summer day, I was there with my father… we had a communal bath in the river… I saw her naked… I think I’ve had a Denisovan [kink], since that day, even if I just learned the word [kink], this evening!
I tried to convince my father that he should go on a date with her… she could be my new mother… did I already have a Mummy [kink] and just not realise? I… don’t… think so… I think I just wanted to have any excuse to spend more time with her…
I spent that autumn carving a rock to look like I remembered her, being nude… a carving that my father threw in a lake when he found… claiming it was unnecessary weight in my pack. That winter I tried to hunt a woolly rhino, thinking… I don’t know… that if I brought a woolly rhino horn and pelts in to trade, then it wouldn’t matter that I was 13? She’d be so impressed that she’d demand to be with me, anyway?
Lookswise, Jae Stone and Gaar Spears are dead-ringers even if, personalitywise, they’re nothing alike!
“Anything to say, sweetie?” she says, with a cock of her head, causing me to realise; I’ve spaced out, staring at her fulsome chest and stomach!
“You’re… you’re beautiful, Mummy!”
She laughs “Good boy!… Mummy’s going to take off her lowers, now. OK?”
I nod, fervently.
She laughs and unbuckles her belt, pulling it clear of her [shorts], in one clean motion.
She pulls her [shorts] over her legs… leaving herself, briefly, clad in only [panties]… before those are pulled off as well.
“There… now Mummy’s taken off all her clothes for you, sweetie… what do you say?”
“Thank you, Mummy.”
“Good boy! Is there anything else I can do to help bring this little guy back to life?” she says, hooking her left index finger under my cock.
“You… you could… I’d like… Could you… put your tits on my face… Mummy? Make it so I can’t breathe?”
Her eyebrows raise, quizzically “You… want me to smother you?”
“If that means suffocating me with your boobs, then yes!”
She laughs “That’s… typically something I do to bad boys… a punishment… that and spanking…”
“I fail to see how having your tits on my face could ever, conceivably, be a punishment!”
She laughs “Alright then, noted!” before straddling my waist and placing her hands either side of my head “Since you asked so nicely!”
She then drops her breasts.
They envelope my face…
This is paradise!
---Jae’s Perspective---
The skinny little boy’s face buried beneath my tits, I feel him struggle and hear him cry out, the vibration very pleasant against my chest!
He taps my side and I respond “Nuh-uh! Remember how you asked for this(!?)”
After what must have felt like an eternity to him, I raise my chest enough for him to take one gasping breath… then bring it back down.
“I did say this is usually a punishment, didn’t I? You understand why, now?”
He can’t move his head much but there is an, unmistakeable, shake ‘no’!
“Really?! Then I guess you can just stay there for the moment!”
This continues for some minutes… long periods of him being buried in tit, followed by me allowing him brief, gasping breaths… then I feel it.
“Ah… someone’s woken up!” I say, reaching behind me to feel his newly rehardened cock.
I bring my chest away from his face and scoot down him so our pelvises are together, him sandwiched between my labia majora.
“Now, sweetie… do you think you’ve been a good enough boy that Mummy can let you cum inside her?”
He nods, desperately “Yes, Mummy!”
“And… do you want Mummy to let you cum inside?”
More nodding “Yes, Mummy!!!”
I shrug and say “Well… in that case…” before lifting myself up and, with one hand, splaying my lips, with the other, grasping his cock and guiding it to my pussy.
“…enjoy!” I say, bringing my full weight down on his hips.
---the next morning---
Tymie and I enter the Commonroom to find Dǎo Yuán in the kitchen, cooking.
“Ah… there you two are! I’ve made pancakes… hope you enjoy!”
“Oh… er… thank you…” I say, hesitantly.
“No need to thank me, Ms Stone. It is my day to cook! I’ll be back in time to cook dinner, this evening, so don’t worry about that. You’ll have to either cook for yourselves or go to the Canteen for lunch, though.”
Tymie and I take our seats at the kitchen table and Yuán slides two plates, effortlessly, across the table, such that they come to rest exactly in front of each of us.
I’m about to start eating when he says “I hope the sex didn’t tire you two out, too much(!) You have a qìgōng session with me in 45 minutes.”
I’m slack jawed.
I look to Tymie, who looks as if he’s just been slapped.
“How did you know?!” I ask, aghast.
Yuán smiles “Come, Ms Stone… I might be Ace… I might be a monk… but I’m not blind and I’m not stupid! I came back last night, to find Mr Nulgynet’s coat, pack, helmet, bow and quiver (none of which he’s allowed himself to be separated from in the 5 days we’ve known eachother) lying, unattended, in the Commonroom, all rooms empty… except yours… which has a privacy field engaged… 2 and 2 does, indeed, equal 4(!)”
I sigh and shake my head.
“On that note…” I start “…I’ve thought of a name for the Dorm…”
“Oh?” respond Tymie and Yuán, in unison.
“What do you guys think to… ‘Elysium’?”