The next morning, I woke up before Mom did. Maybe it was because I'm a light sleeper, or maybe it was because of how we were positioned. Either way, I found myself awake while Mom was still fast asleep beside me, her warm body pressed against mine.
As I watched her peaceful face, an idea suddenly came to me. I started to softly cry, "Waaah... waaah..." My cock throbbed inside her as I faked distress.
Mom seemed to be in a deep sleep, dreaming she was on a rocking boat. The waves made her feel uneasy in her dream, but the sound of water also lulled her into a comfortable sleep. After all the stress from the accident, she was finally able to relax. Her pussy clenched around me unconsciously, milking my shaft.
But then she heard a familiar crying sound. "Is that... Nobita?" she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes.
When she saw me naked and crying next to her, Mom suddenly became aware of her own body. She felt sore but satisfied, until she realized we were still joined intimately. Her face went pale as the memories of last night came flooding back - the drinking, the seduction, the passionate fucking.
"Oh no... what have I done?" she whispered in horror. Mom remembered drinking too much and throwing herself at me. She recalled me crying out "Mom, no!" but everything after that was hazy - though her body remembered the intense pleasure.
Mom pulled me into a tight hug, which only pushed us closer together. I had to bite back a moan at the sensation of sliding deeper into her wet heat.
"I'm so sorry, Nobita," she sobbed. "This is all Mommy's fault. I should never have gotten drunk. I'm sorry for hurting you." Her hips rocked slightly as she spoke, stimulating us both.
I didn't respond right away, savoring the feeling of being inside her. My cock twitched, growing harder. Mom started to panic at my silence, not realizing how much I was enjoying our intimacy.
"Please forgive me! You can hit me or yell at me, just please don't hate me," she begged. "I'll do anything you want, just please forgive Mommy."
Hearing her desperation, I knew it was time to speak up before things got out of hand.
"M-Mom?" I said in a small, scared voice.
"Oh Nobita, you're talking to me!" Mom cried in relief.
"I'm sorry too, Mom. I shouldn't have come in when you were drinking," I said, playing the part of the innocent son.
"No, no, it's all my fault," Mom insisted. "Let's just forget this ever happened, okay? It was just a bad game we played."
I looked her in the eyes. "Mom, I know what we did. We did what only husbands and wives are supposed to do, right?"
Mom froze, her attempts at brushing it off shattered.
"I'm not a little kid anymore," I continued. "I understand everything. I'm the man of the house now, aren't I?"
Mom stared at me in shock, realizing I wasn't her baby boy anymore.
"I was crying because I thought I hurt you, Mom," I said softly.
"No, sweetie, this is all my fault," she said, taking all the blame on herself.
"Can we really go back to how things were before?" I asked, gazing into her eyes. "After what happened between us..."
Mom's face went pale. "You... you want to leave me?" she gasped, clutching me tighter.
"No, I don't want to leave," I assured her. "I forgive you, Mom. I'm not upset about what happened."
"Oh Nobita!" Mom cried in relief.
"But Mom, since it already happened... can we stay together forever?" I asked carefully.
"No, we can't! It was a mistake, we can't continue this..." Mom said frantically.
"Mom, listen," I interrupted. "Do you know why I didn't want you to work before? I was scared you'd leave me someday. But now I can support our family. You've seen what I can do, right?"
Mom was speechless.
"As the man of the house, I can take care of you now. Will you let me?" I asked firmly.
"But we're..." Mom wavered.
"I know, but we can't undo what happened. I don't want our family to fall apart," I pleaded. "Mom, you're not old or ugly. You're beautiful and I love you more than anyone."
Mom blushed at my praise.
"I know how hard things have been for you. You've done so much for our family. Let me be your support now, okay?" I gazed into her eyes and gently wiped away her tears, pulling her close.
Mom didn't resist, curling up against me like a kitten.
"Will you be with me, Mom?" I asked again.
Mom let out a long sigh. "What choice do we have now?" she said sadly. "You naughty boy, wanting your own mother like this."
Hearing her reluctant agreement filled me with excitement. Phase one of my plan was complete. Now it was time for the next step - though I'd call it "comforting" rather than anything unsavory.
I couldn't help the mischievous smirk that crept onto my face as I held Mom close, already planning our future together.