"H-Help me?"

Honestly, her words made me weirdly excited for some reason, but knowing that it was my mother who said them, I tried my best to be rational.

"Yeah." Mom gave a nod before saying, "Otherwise, who knows when this thing will go down on its own?"

"Are you sure?" I couldn't help but ask again to confirm that I had not misunderstood.

Mom fell silent, and just as I was regretting my words, a pain came from my thigh as I realized it was Mom pinching me there.

"Just say yes or no. Why are you being so long-winded?" Although I couldn't see her expression due to our sitting position, I was sure she was speaking through gritted teeth.

"A-Alright." I gulped, fearing and anticipating what was about to come.

Mom once again fell silent before she moved.

As her face turned towards me, I could see her flushed face as well as her watery eyes, which charmed me with a glance.

Lowering her eyes, my mother gave a glance towards my swimming trunks, of which the front part was already bulging, as if something was trying to break free from within.

Then, under my tense gaze, she lowered her hand over my bulge and touched it lightly.

"Ugh!"

Although not enough for a release, the sensation, combined with the immoral and weird situation I found myself in, was enough to overwhelm my emotions.

Mom ignored my reaction and lifted both hands towards the waistband of my shorts. A short pause followed, before she yanked them down, freeing the beast from its cage.

I had already closed my eyes as I was still a bit confused about what was happening, but I was sure I heard a short gasp after Mom brought down my trunks.

Just as I was wondering whether to open my eyes, I felt another jolt go through my body as a soft hand covered my member.

All this was happening under the water, yet I could feel the distinct heat of my mother's hands. Maybe it was because her mana foundation was completely formed that her body's warmth had a unique sensation.

As various thoughts flashed through my mind, Mom also began to move her hand.

Biting my lips, I tried my best not to make any sound, as just the thought of my mother giving me a handjob had pushed me over the edge.

As we both stayed silent, a few minutes passed.

"My hand is hurting." Suddenly, Mom's voice rang out. "Why are you not… doing it yet?"

Her words made me open my eyes. The sight that entered my eyes was so sinful that I could never even have imagined it in my dreams.

Mom was on her knees; one of her hands was placed on the wooden floor for support, while the other was stroking my stiff rod.

As she was leaning forward, her breasts were sticking out, as if asking for my attention.

She was looking at me in askance while continuing to do the act.

I couldn't read her expression, so I had no way of knowing why this was happening. But what I knew after it happened was that it was better done than left unsettled, given the "unique" feeling brewing between us since our reunion.

I realized that it had to be vented out somehow before it turned into something undesirable.

"Maybe you could," I began, looking at her lips, "increase the stimulus a bit?"

Mom didn't seem to get my meaning instantly, as her movements paused before her eyes widened a little and her grip increased a bit in strength, making me feel a bit uneasy.

"Alright, then." She said this after the wait. Looking at me, she raised her brows and ordered, "What are you waiting for? Stand up. I can't breathe underwater, can I?"

"Oh."

Getting on my feet, I hurriedly stood up with my mother's hand, keeping the hold.

Mom took a deep breath, as if readying herself, before she brought her head forward.

But the anticipated sensation didn't appear, so I looked at Mom, who was also looking back at me.

"Close your eyes," she ordered.

I couldn't be sure; I thought I heard a bit of shyness in her tone.

But having no time to contemplate, I did as I was told, or more precisely, ordered.

It didn't take long after I had closed my eyes as I felt something envelope my length as a warm and wet sensation assaulted my senses.

As Lena had given me the same service many times before, the feeling shouldn't be new to me, but for reasons I didn't want to admit, it felt quite good—immorally better.

As I had no support to hold onto, I had to focus my attention so as not to fall back or over. My hands quietly approached Mom's head as I cautiously tried to get a hold.

As I touched her hair, I could feel the constant movement of her head bobbing back and forth.

She was totally unskilled, but the roughness and immature effort were what made it seem even more fun.

I felt the effect settling in, as after a few minutes of her efforts, I could feel a buildup in my tract. Though I could control it for a longer period if I desired, I ultimately decided to release it since I didn't want to tire her out.

A part of me was relieved that this weird situation was about to end, while another part of me, on the other hand, was a bit anxious at the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Temporarily letting go of my worries, I focused on the pleasure I was feeling as I finally released my load in her mouth.

'Crap!'

Only then did I remember that, because I was used to Lena's blowjobs, I never asked Mom if she would allow me to release it in her mouth.

But it was already too late, as my stuff began to get unloaded in her mouth with quite some force.

I opened my eyes by instinct, not wanting to miss the sight.

Mom's eyes were wide open, as if she never considered the consequences of her action. Her cheeks were a bit bulging, and as a final spurt entered her mouth, a trail of creamy white stuff seeped down her lips.

She coughed a bit as she released me, allowing me to take a peek inside her mouth.

Apart from a bit still sticking around, the rest of the stuff seemed to have gone down her throat.

The realization of the act I had just committed made me feel hornier instead of guilty. But I still remembered what was important and hurriedly opened my mouth to speak.

"I'm sorry."

Surprisingly, beating me to it, it was Mom who spoke first. But I didn't get the meaning of her words, though.

As if sensing my confusion, Mom began to speak.

"You know, seeing you after such a long time made me so happy." She suddenly smiled. "All the problems I was carrying on my shoulders seemed to have vanished all of a sudden."

"The only thought in my mind was to spend every moment with you, because I didn't know when you were gonna leave again." Her eyes redden a bit at this point, making my heart ache.

Crouching down, I held her in my embrace.

"I'm sorry, Mom." For some reason, I felt I had to apologize for making her go through some tough years all by herself.

"No, it's not your fault." Still in my arms, Mom smilingly wiped her tears and continued, "But you did change everything."

"My little Danny turned out to be so strong!" Mom exclaimed softly. "I am still amazed by it."

"All my worries were solved quickly as soon as you came back, but most of all," rubbing my face softly, she smiled. "I am happy that I could be with you again."

"But then I began to sense something weird," she suddenly said in a neutral tone.

"We were still the same; everything between us remained the same as before you left, but something new seems to have developed in between us."

"At first I thought it was only my imagination, but then things developed as such that even an old lady like me couldn't help but feel something I hadn't felt since my younger days."

"But my doubts and hesitation remained, until I talked with Lena."

'Uhhh…'

Not that I was looking down on Lena, but that girl has a tendency to turn even the simplest of situations explosive. But seeing as Mom was still calm, I decided to listen first.

"After what happened at the boat, I was quite embarrassed to even look at Lena. But she comforted me and talked me out of my doubts. Patiently, she explained how normal it was to have such conflicting feelings."

"I even asked her why she was so knowledgeable about it; do you know what she said?" Mom giggled a bit. "She told me that she read about it."

"Hehe… I was so amused, I mean, who rights book about something like that?"

After having a short but good laugh, Mom continued.

"But I ultimately gave in to her persuasion and listened to her advice."

"What is it?" Holding my breath, I asked softly.

Mom paused a bit before saying, "She told me to confront my feelings head-on."

"I was doubtful of the method, but she explained that if I had the belief that even the new changes in our relationship couldn't damage the previous one, then there was no need for any worries."

That was some good advice, I thought. Lena could really be thoughtful when needed.

"And that brought us here," said Mom as she gazed into my eyes. "Now tell me what you think about it, because I can't keep denying myself anymore."

Her eyes were firm as she demanded, "I need an answer. Whether positive or negative, it doesn't matter."

Clearly, she had made up her mind to settle things once and for all.

My answer would be the thing deciding how we proceed from here on in our lives.