Chapter 4 – Can't Believe His Eyes
THUD!
The dull impact from a pot hitting the table resounded.
The woman in front of Aaron was his mother.
She had panicked after seeing him unexpectedly and her heart dropped into her stomach. She gasped, rubbing her chest to calm herself.
"You startled me, Aaron!" she bawled her son.
Aaron shuddered, still dazzled by the sight of the person in front of him.
Before he could realise what was happening, he felt his face rubbing against a pair of soft masses.
His mother had jumped on him with love, passion and a tight hug, caressing every part of his body that her hands could lay hands on.
Aaron gazed on like he was in a trance, lost in the sight of her soft breasts posed in front of him.
Her large bosoms rubbed against his face, buried between them as his mother danced about with a flushed face.
She pulled back and held him by the shoulders.
"Are you okay, Aaron?" she asked, "And why are you so wet?"
Aaron blinked a few times, dumbfounded. He was short of words for a moment.
"I-I fell... into the river."
"Then you didn't catch any fish?" she asked again.
Aaron shook his head in disapproval.
"That's okay," she said, heading over to where she dropped the pot.
"Go and change so we can eat."
"Woah!" Aaron muttered in his mind.
This woman in front of him was supposed to be his mother but he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Aaron felt something hardened and lengthen inside his trousers and immediately, he clutched his thighs together.
He recognised and knew this woman per the inherited memories.
She was Alicia Winters, mother of Aaron Winters and wife to the late Isaac Winters.
Even at her age, Alicia was still one of the hottest women in the village.
She was tall for her gender, standing at a height of about five feet ten inches.
She had long black hair, green eyes and a smile that could steal any man away.
Alicia was beyond every ramification, too hot to handle.
She was his mother but Aaron couldn't help but stare at her sensually and with a hard-on at that.
It was not his fault. The Aaron that was with her presently was originally an incubus and so was very much attracted to enticing women.
Alicia was tall with a slim waist and a voluptuous body that was endowed with large breasts and buttocks.
Aaron bit his lips seductively as he gaped at the pair of enormous breasts that stared back at him through her V-neck gown.
"What are you looking at like that?" she asked, catching him staring.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just that your cooking smells delicious as always."
Alicia giggled at her son's compliment. "Go and change, Aaron."
Aaron dashed out of the dining room to his room so Alicia didn't get even a glimpse of his undue erection.
By memory, he knew his room and reached there, shutting the door after him and leaning with his back on the door.
"What!" Aaron exclaimed.
He couldn't believe it.
"The last time I saw a woman as hot as that was in my past life and even in that life, it would be over 200 years ago."
Alicia had set his young body afire. His pallid skin brightened up to maximum and his crotch felt full.
"Fuck!" Aaron moaned as he grabbed his crotch, rubbing over it gently to soothe it.
Alicia's presence had triggered so many fantasies inside his head, both old and fresh ones that he was now willing to explore even with her.
"Tsk, I'm as human as I am a demon after all. This body is also a victim to the effects of its hormones," Aaron pointed out as he fell under the influence of the hormones that Alicia's beautiful figure aroused inside of him.
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Water spattered the floor of the bathroom from the shower.
Aaron was done brushing his mouth and as he proceeded to have his bath, he got a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
"Not bad," he commented, rubbing over his flat tummy with two pairs of abs visible.
"This guy must have been quite fit to have this kind of body or at least did a little exercise. Not bad at all."
Aaron tapped his abs many times and entered the shower. As much as he tried to distract himself, the thought of Alicia remained in his head and every time it came up in his mind, he would feel undue arousal.
He needed to quell this disordered firing of his hormones and as much as he hated the idea that came to him next, that was the only sure way he had at the moment to calm his body.
Aaron grabbed his own schlong with his hands and began to stroke it gently.
The sound of the water pattering inside the bathroom muffled the moans he was letting out with every stroke.
With his stroking, Alicia's face and body came to mind and as he recalled all his fantasies, she was in the picture with him.
"Angghhh! Nnnggn! Fuck!"
Aaron continued to help himself for a few more minutes until he felt some spasms in his legs and his breathing fastening.
His heart beat a little faster than usual and he darted about as he felt the peak of the sensation at the glans.
SPLURT!
His palm was smeared in a warm, thick, jelly-like, white liquid. Aaron had blown a hot load of jizz into his palm from the mere thought of his mother in this new world.
He couldn't help it and now he felt much better and sane.
Aaron stared at his palm with profound disgust afterwards and shook his head, wondering what he had just done.
He was himself again and put his palm under the running water to wash off the fluid.
After a few minutes, he was done having his bath and felt fresh and clean.
Aaron hurried up with every other thing he wanted to do, knowing that his mother was waiting for him downstairs.
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"Look at how clean and handsome you look!" Alicia praised her son, clapping for him at the same time.
"Thanks, mom," Aaron replied.
"Alright let's eat. I made your favourite."
Alicia stood up to dish out the meal. Aaron, on the other hand, couldn't help but notice the fluidity with which her breasts bounced inside her gown with every movement she made.
He couldn't believe that this woman he was looking at right now was going to be playing the role of his mother in this life.