Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

Just as she told me, she would provide her answer on my birthday. It has been a week since my fifteenth birthday, but I have received no reply as of now.

Well, she did not specify if it was exactly at my birthday or after, but I could still wait for her anytime.

It is also unimaginable if Mom had forgotten about what she declared. After all, I have been reminding her by occasionally rubbing her massive breasts. Sometimes, kisses land on her white neck, sweaty or not.

There was a time where I hugged Mom from behind and then cast Warp to teleport ourselves to my room. But she slapped me and called me impatient when I was about to lay her down on the bed.

I do not want her to disappoint me again; therefore, I do not want to repeat those mistakes since then. Mom might actually hate me if I keep pestering her time and space.

During bath times, I made sure my face was submerged between my two mothers' mountains. That includes my fiancee, of course; she has developed much in these past years. Well, she hasn't reached the level of my fifteen-year-old sister yet.

I don't know why, but Mother seemed to enjoy being fondled by me. In addition, she was also calm when I was groping Mom in front of her.

I was curious and tried to touch more of Mother's body to measure her boiling point. I had been groping her huge pair of badonkers with more pressure and duration, but Mother doesn't seem to be bulging.

Even kisses on her breasts seem fine, too. Is she still thinking of that as familial intimacy? Or is she aware that I am doing it with malicious intent?

Was she stockpiling her rage until she exploded, or did she really not mind me doing as I pleased? I am hoping she was the latter.

Since the time I began washing with my family, my bath time has been nothing but bliss and satisfaction. I truly wanted our bonding time to last forever.

"I cannot thank you enough for reincarnating me in this precious family."

Without her, Goddess Prima, I might not be able to experience this kind of happiness. I don't have any idea if I wasn't born into this family.

To show my gratitude, I have been frequently visiting the church inside the city, usually monthly. I do not forget to give donations as well.

I am currently laying myself down on my large bed in my own room. I spread my limbs wide and let the cold air brush my uncovered skin; I did not envelope myself with the thick and warm blanket after all.

It is around ten in the evening, and the night is long and deep. The lights had been out for a long time, yet my eyes did not seem to be fading.

For some reason, I cannot fall asleep. I already deactivated my detection skills and the Monarch of the Night to clear out my brain's activities, but my mind is still fully awake.

Is it because Sister and Sophia were not home? Well, it is true that I miss them, and missing them made my head overloaded with cloudy thoughts, which made my night sleepless.

​ Knock. Knock.

As I am in my deep thoughts, two wooden knocks echo in my gloomy room; the room is not illuminated, that is why.

(But who would visit me this late?)

I do not know who they might be since my detections were all turned off. I sat up on my bed and hoped that the people I wanted to talk with were standing behind that door.

"Come in. The door is open." I steadily gave my permission since the door wasn't locked anyway.

The doorknob clicked, and the door slowly but creakingly pivoted on its hinges. Once the door opened to a certain degree, two figures unfolded behind the frames.

"Mom… Mother…"

The godly figures of my two beautiful mothers revealed themselves upon opening the door. Their presence radiates into my gloomy, dark room, despite them wearing black garments.

"Good evening, Raphael."

"Pardon for our late intrusion."

"Good evening to you too, mothers."

Mom and Mother greeted me respectively before Mother shut and locked the door. Their voices are lovely and caring, and each word that they deliver strikes warmth in my heart.

My two mothers started walking and stopped in front of my bed.

"May we sit besides you?"

"Not a problem, Mom. You all are welcome here."

"Then excuse us…"

Mom stepped in and headed to the right side of the bed, while Mother headed to the other side. They both climbed up the bed and occupied the vacant space of the bed. My two beautiful mothers sat up and flanked me on both sides.

Both my mothers are in their night dresses, which are noticeably revealing. I could clearly see what was lying under their negligee since I activated the Nocturnal skill.

Despite the darkness of my room, their light, sheer fabrics are greatly highlighting their superb body figures and the sexy pieces of lingeries they are wearing under. By the way, Mom wore purple lingeries while Mother wore vivid red.

"You both are explodingly erotic tonight, my beloved mothers."

My honest thoughts suddenly transformed into vibrations and accidentally slipped out of my mouth. Even if it was accidental or intentional, I was glad I did convey my feelings.

"You shouldn't have said those words in front of your mother, you know?"

"That's right. You should not tease old hags like us."

"But I am just stating the truth. And please don't call yourselves old, mothers. You are as pretty and young as I can remember."

Both my mothers are in their forties, Mother is forty-one years old, while Mom is forty. But their appearances are like those of a person in their late twenties.

They still bear the shapely figure that has caught my eye since I was born into this world, fantasizing over their divine bodies being ravaged by my sword.

Many people, mostly women, have been asking for their eternal youth. Mom and Mother would always casually tell them to level up to a thousand and evolve in order to acquire immortality.

They will still look the same for years, decades, or centuries. That was the reason I wanted to immortalize myself and live with them forever.

Maybe when the time comes for us to retire from politics, we might be able to live somewhere isolated and do whatever we please.

"Um… may I ask why both of you are here?"

I am quite not sure why both my mothers are on my bed. It is actually the first time that the both of them are visiting my room at night.

When I was an infant, I used to sleep with my mothers, sometimes with my sister. That time, I usually fondle their breasts in the context of breastfeeding.

I savored every single milliliter of Mom's sweet milk during feeding, not wasting a drop. Mom's the one who's been feeding us siblings after all.

I tried to suck Mother's milkers before, but nothing came out. Well, she never gave birth, so it made sense.

"Well, somehow, we are having difficulty closing our eyes. Perhaps we still haven't gotten used to the girls' absence at home."

"So… we thought that coming here might help us."

Mom and Mother elaborate on their reasons for coming here. The departments of both Sister and Sophia really bug us.

"You two could not sleep too?"

I shared my problem with them with the intention of increasing the chances of my advances to them.

"Oh my, it seems like we are on the same page here."

After I exchanged some words with her, Mom hugged me from the side. My shoulder is buried between her twin mountains. I can feel the warmth of her body due to the sheerness of her black, see-through negligee.

I hold her waist with a hand in response, for me to feel more of her body. I glanced to my left and looked at my other mother.

"Come here, Mother." I said, offering my free hand. "I want to feel you, too."

"My son is now being too greedy."

Mother leaned over and embraced me. Just as I had done to Mom, I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer.

I truly loved both of them, romantically and familially. They are my first love in this world, and I really wanted to increase the level of intimacy with them.

"If both of you are here in my room and on my bed, could it be that…?"

There was a high chance that they would do the same thing I wanted them to do. But there's still that low chance, so I have to confirm it.

"Yes, son." Mom seductively whispered in my ear. "We are going to sleep with you."