I was never one for warm drinks. It always had to be cold before id drink anything. But never in my life was I presented with as fantastic a cup as the bountiful breast of who I now recognize to be my mother.
Long flowing red hair tied up into a ponytail revealed a beautiful and charming woman in her mid-twenties. She has bright emerald eyes that would mesmerize anyone who sees them—her luscious pink lips inciting me to steal a kiss.
Yes, my mother is breastfeeding me, and yes, I did die. It would seem that I now inhabit the body of a 3 year old toddler. I'm sure of that, at least.
I had a bit of existential dread as I never liked transmigration. I never liked the idea of harming the innocent. It was always my desire to be a protector, to begin with, so the chance that I had just taken this mother's, my mother, child from her and almost made me puke the milk id been drinking when I came too.
But I tried to rationalize it, 'I could have just regained my memories now, but this had always been my body.' I told myself. This only managed to lessen my discomfort a bit. Not knowing things always bothered me.
I told myself id have to find out eventually. I also had to tell her if I wasn't her son. There's no way I would be comfortable lying to this fantastic woman.
My mother noticed my discomfort and started to affectionately rub my back while cooing at me and asking in a warm voice if I was doing ok.
I looked up at her to at least try to say something to ease her when I noticed a few glowing threads that appeared near her chest.
One of those threads floated about but could easily be seen to connect the two of us. It led from her heart to my own, and in my confusion, I aimed my little hand toward it.
My mother thought I wanted to switch breasts, so she moved me to her left side. I was at first confused until she said
"oh, did mommy run out? Let me put you on mommy's other breast, dearie."
After she exposed her other breast, she moved me over. I didn't hold back and began sucking again. A mother's love was something I always desired. My original mother was never happy with anything I did, so I always felt like a failure and an outsider when I should have felt at home.
While sucking, I again tried to reach for that glowing thread connecting us. It had a pink glow to it; I noticed that there were a few other pink threads as well. Now that I was closer to her heart, my little hand grasped at the pink thread, and I heard a sweet moan escape my mother's lips when my hand connected.
"Ahn." a muffled moan came out of my mother's lips as a held onto that pink thread. A flush slowly appeared on her beautiful face stunning me for a moment.
I was honestly excited. 'Did I have hentai powers?' I asked myself. I could see her biting her lip in an attempt to hide the pleasure she was feeling.
That's when I noticed that the parts where my hands connected with the pink thread had changed colors to a vibrant rose red. I didn't know what caused this, but the more I interacted with this thread, the more pleasure my mother felt. But not just that the longer was connected to it, the more I came to understand what I was seeing.
It's as if I already knew what this string was and how to change and affect it. I quickly let go of the thread and went back to sucking nervously. I had just come to understand that what I saw was my mother's karma with me.
Another way to say it was our causality together. It represented everything I was to her.
It was pink because she loved me as her son. When I grabbed it, I subconsciously began to alter her love for me into that of a man.
I stopped for many reasons. I wasn't really in a body to take advantage of my mother loving me in that way, being one of those. But the most important one was that I'm not too fond of mind control. I understand that whatever this ability is, it wasn't mind control, but I wasn't ready to use it on my family.
Either way, after removing my hand, the vibrant red was overtaken by then bright pink. Well, it was mostly overwhelming them, Yet I could still see some red spots. But that shouldn't be a problem. I was still planning to seduce my mother, but I didn't want to rely solely on this ability to affect karma.
I wanted to win her over, and I wanted her to be mine. So I would wait till we were both ready.
I kept observing the other threads as I fed on the sweet milk of my mother. I learned that I could 'Read' them as if they were books. Or, more accurately, the book's title and a summary. I wasn't sure if that was the limit of what I could see, but I noticed from those pink threads that I had two other siblings. And luckily for me, they were both girls.
Soon a pink thread moved from where it was, and I could see that the other end was slowly making its way to the door to our room. I quickly tried to read the thread, but the only thing I got before the door opened was the name [ Emely ]
"Sis, can I hold Kane now? I miss holding my little man. she said as she barged in." also, don't forget we have those winter clothes to get ready."
The woman that entered the room was almost as stunning as my mother. Long black hair braided loosely on both sides revealed a face strikingly
similar to my mother's. But in her case, she had bright Blue eyes, unlike my mother's emerald eyes. All she lacked was the womanly charm that mothers exuded.
Something strange happened as she laid eyes on me while I was trying to read her thread. And I mean very strange. My Golden eyes, unbeknownst to me, glowed brightly for a moment as I moved them away from the threads to look at her more closely.
As our eyes met, a thick rope-like red thread appeared from her heart and quickly connected to mine. I was again stunned. She was looking into my eyes as a strange smile appeared on her face. She was staring directly into my eyes. I've never felt so naked before as I did at that moment.
Shit, did I do that!? I panicked internally.