As we came out of the shower, we began to drink, as surely she was way too exhausted, as my potions brought her back to this world, as we both were naked on the bed and cuddling each other, as surely it felt way too nice, as cuddling someone with bare skin surely feels great, as after such intimate moments, we both were pretty much drained, but cuddling like this surely felt like something, like something too nice to be described, as she was in my arms without any worries and without any thoughts about anything else than me. As sweet little plays, playing with each other, moving fingers on each other's bodies, and teasing each other by making them remember about all the crazy and exciting stuff they did, like how cum insanely fell on my face—that could have gotten intense, as surely we both were full of life—as while cuddling she spoke in the same mischievous tone: "You brat, now you can't stop me from saying all the things in my heart, and you have to listen to everything, and if you dare to fall asleep, then surely your treasure and balls won't be able to stand up again till morning, so don't you dare say stuff like 'leave it' or 'leave that.'" Hearing her type of determination surely made me scared and worried for myself, as this time she was pretty determined to say all that stuff. So guess we can't always escape from our true sides. So guess let's hear her out. As she spoke, "You kid, you know something; you are pretty good at everything, as it feels like a dream sometimes, as if we are living a dream where we can enjoy it however we want. You see, my whole life I didn't saw anything that could be said fun, as at my parent's house we were pretty average family, as we didn't had anything that could be said fun, as our school and college life was also same and then when I came to your father's house, it started to feel different, as it started to feel strange with him and then when you were born, I started to feel ambitious about you or about him but when your father died I was still left with same boring life, as worry for you and thinking if I could ever provide you anything that could love surely pushed me more in this life's mess but when that incident happened, I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't even react to it, as when I came to you in bathroom, I was pretty shaken myself about going towards you like that but you see something inside me spoke 'What if he and you can get away from this boringness by just crossing this single boundary' Hearing this line surely made me remember all my life the same boredom, which mended me into nothing but a chine. So you see, when I entered bathroom, I was insanely shocked and fluttered about the fact that what I was going to do, I tried my best to show myself as a victim in that play but you see, I was pretty scared myself, as I didn't knew if doing something like that would be truly able to free you from this boring and scripted As I was unable to see you living a boring life like me, I played everything along and even felt it myself. As the first time doing it with you surely felt like lust or something like a flow of events, but you see, the next time we did it, it wasn't just lust; it was something else, as your every wicked and vulgar comment surely made me feel very. As I felt that over time, instead of just loving me, you started to open up with me, as if you stopped getting bound by that script, and it started to feel natural with you, your strange cuteness and wildness and your vulgarness made me feel that I was right with my decision, as I truly made you stray from that scripted line. As now we are cuddling each other and talking to each other like this is proof that we truly crossed that scripted life behind." Hearing her words surely made me realize that what I was feeling, as in the original timeline, she had the same issue, and this time also, as this scripted life made her bored to her core, and her worries towards me made it even worse, as surely this timeline system helped me, but in the original timeline we weren't that lucky. So I guess I should give her a clear answer, as her courage is pretty appreciable, as accepting such a thing and even telling me the whole truth surely require countless balls. So I should also man up, as I hugged her more tightly and deeply and spoke, "Yeah, Mom, that's what I feel when I am with you. Apart from our love, it started to feel more natural, as when I remember about our previous life, it surely feels very pretendful, as if we were just pretending to know each other or trying to act as if we were always there for each other, but now it feels real, as now I can share my every issue with you and can even understand your problems. So it truly feels nice when I am with you, as I now don't have to pretend with you." Hearing my answer surely made her look in my eyes, as seeing water in her eyes surely made me understand how happy she was to hear that she did at least one thing good in her life. Seeing her like this, I can't just let her sob like this, so I began to move my hands below her, as seeing the change in my actions made her sigh, and she began to giggle, and she spoke, "Hey brat, we just came this insanely, and now here you are trying for more. Just how horny are you? Oh damn, I don't remember what I ate while birthing you." Just how much do you feel this love towards me? When I was speaking all these emotional things, you only said one thing, but when it comes to this type of talk or love, you never get tired; you truly are a bad boy!" Hearing her mischievous tone surely made me squeeze her body more and more, and I spoke, "Ok, so Mommy wants to talk, heh-heh. Ok, so see how my one hand is slipping slowly towards your back door, while my other hand is trying to reach your lower lips? Do you want to guess which hand will reach first?"
