"Ugh! Where am I…?"
A black-haired boy mumbled groggily as he shifted under the rough yet surprisingly comfortable furs that served as bedding. His head felt fuzzy, like he had pulled an all-nighter binge-playing the latest eroge—except this time there was no screen glow, no keyboard clicks, just… warmth. A lot of it.
'Hmm? What is this sensation?'
Something soft, squishy, and impossibly welcoming pressed against his palm. Without thinking—still half-asleep—his fingers curled instinctively, squeezing the plush mound. A sweet, breathy moan escaped right above him.
"Eh?"
His eyes snapped open.
Directly in his line of sight was a woman. Not just any woman—a breathtaking, mature beauty with long, dark hair cascading over bare shoulders, full lips curved in a knowing smile, and… gods, those breasts. Massive, heavy, perfectly rounded orbs barely contained by a thin strip of animal hide that served as some kind of tribal top. One of his hands was still shamelessly cupping the left one, fingers sinking deep into the warm, yielding flesh.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her crimson-tinted cheeks only making her look more inviting.
"Good morning, Oswin," she purred, voice like honey poured over velvet.
Before he could process the name—Oswin?—her lips crashed against his.
It wasn't a gentle peck. This was a full, sloppy, tongue-invading kiss that spoke of zero hesitation. Her tongue danced into his mouth, teasing his own, swirling with practiced ease. Saliva mixed, heat bloomed, and Oswin's brain short-circuited.
*L'Holy shit. This is real. This feels too real.'
She finally pulled back with a wet *lpop, a thin silver string of saliva connecting their lips for a heartbeat before it snapped. She licked her own lips slowly, eyes half-lidded.
"How is my son doing this morning?" she asked, that same warm, maternal smile never wavering—as if French-kissing her teenage son at dawn was the most normal thing in the world.
'Son?'
Oswin's mind reeled. 'I'm Rey. I was Rey. A truck didn't even hit me—I think I just… passed out mid-fap to that new MILF doujin. And now…?'
-Poke.
Something hard and insistent nudged against the woman's soft waist. She glanced down, then back up at him with a delighted little chuckle.
"Oh my… seems someone is sturdy today."
Her hand slid down without a trace of shame, her fingers wrapping loosely around the thick length straining against the thin fur blanket. She gave it a slow, exploratory rub—up and down, thumb circling the sensitive head through the fabric.
Oswin shivered violently, his hips bucking on instinct. Pleasure shot up his spine like lightning. In his old life, this would have been the ultimate forbidden fantasy. Here? It was apparently breakfast.
"M-Mother…?" he managed, voice cracking. The word felt foreign on his tongue, yet somehow right.
She tilted her head, still stroking him lazily. "Of course, silly. Who else would wake you like this?" Her tone was teasing, affectionate. "The men of our tribe have been scarce for years. Beasts, raids… you know how it is. So the women take care of the young ones. Especially the chief's son." She squeezed gently. "And you're growing into such a fine man already."
Oswin's otaku brain finally caught up.
'This world… has no boundaries. No taboos. At least not the ones I'm used to. Incest? Public affection? Casual handjobs from family? It was normal everyday stuff.'
His cock throbbed harder in her grip at the realization.
Rey—no, Oswin now—had spent years jerking off to precisely this kind of scenario: busty MILFs throwing themselves at the protagonist with zero guilt. And here he was, living it.
She leaned down again, pressing one massive breast against his chest as she whispered against his ear.
"Shall I help you relieve it properly before breakfast? Or do you want to save that energy for your aunt Lira's house later? She's been asking about you… says it's time you learned a few more 'tribal traditions' from her."
Oswin's breath hitched. 'Aunt Lira? Another one?'
His mother—whose name he still didn't even know—gave his shaft one last affectionate pump before releasing him, standing up with a sway of her wide hips. The tiny hide skirt barely covered her thick thighs, and from this angle he caught a glimpse of smooth, bare skin beneath.
"Get dressed, my sweet boy," she said cheerfully. "Your aunt is waiting. And trust me… she won't be as gentle as I am."
Oswin stared at the thatched ceiling of the hut, heart pounding, body on fire, mind racing with possibilities.
'This isn't a dream. This is my new reality.'
'And holy fuck… all the MILFs really might end up mine.'
He sat up slowly, blanket falling away, erection still proudly standing as he took in the primitive yet strangely cozy hut around him. Outside, he could hear distant voices—women laughing, children playing, the crackle of a fire.
Time to meet the family.
And the village.
And every single curvaceous woman who apparently saw him as the answer to their long, lonely nights.
Oswin grinned despite himself.
'Game on.'