The Saint Wants to Be a Mama With a Hypnosis App - 4

Chapter 4: Sakkun Wants to Dive In

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I had no memories of my mother. By the time I became aware of things, my parents had already divorced. I was raised by my single father…Though to be fair, I didn’t really have any memories of my father doing anything for me that could be called ‘raising a kid’. My father was rarely home after I started grade school. I did everything on my own. It seemed I was quite independent, even as a child. I managed to do most things by myself and I had a lot of friends. I come to people to listen to their favors and wishes. I carried myself in a certain way to make others like me, all while suppressing my own feelings. As a result, I rarely felt lonely. I was always surrounded by people, except when I was at home. Being alone at home made me crave for human warmth. When I was feeling this way, I would always leave the TV on so I could hear the sound of people’s voices and sleep with the lights on. Still, I couldn’t sleep well on days like that. 

I kept on living like that and by the time I realized it, I was already a high school student. I had been living on my own almost my entire life, but high school was the turning point where I officially started living alone. I could no longer contact my father. He only deposited some money straight to my account every month for school and living expenses.

As I walked down the street, I saw a pair of a mother and a child. They were holding hands, smiling at each other. I didn’t think much of it. After all, affections from parents were something foreign to me. That kind of thing never existed in my life and never will.

There was just one thing that bugged me. The sight of a mother and a child walking hand in hand looked terribly unbalanced to me. There was no symmetry in it. Ideally speaking, the mother should be on either side of the child. My Mama was basically flawless in that regard. After all, I had two very large Mama at home. It might seem impossible for two things to be completely identical, but it was. My two Mama were perfectly symmetrical So identical that one might think these two Mama were the same thing. The firmness, the luster, the color, the shape, there was nothing to criticize. They were the perfect, supreme, ultimate, flawless, unparalleled miracle bestowed by God.

Mama’s boobs were the GOAT (my vocabulary had failed me). If I had to describe them with one word, it would be ‘beautiful’. That word perfectly encapsulated everything about Mama. The way they move in rhythm with Mama’s breathing, the way they seem to get bigger, then smaller, then bigger again, then smaller again… Over and over again… Amazing! These boobs… These boobs were alive!

I could watch them for eternity. I wanted to. I wanted to keep staring at them forever, but that wouldn’t be enough. Just staring wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. I didn’t want to walk along by Mama’s side, laughing and holding her hand. No. If it were me, I’d prefer to be nestled between Mama on both sides. That was my preference. 

My gaze was naturally drawn to the enchanting valley formed by two Mama. It was like an antlion pt. Once my eyes were caught in that chasm, I wouldn’t be able to escape no matter how much I struggled. Was there something in this world that could tear my gaze away from the massive canyon created by this enormous mountain range? No, there wasn’t.

Come to think of it, I was buried in that valley a moment ago… 

My mind traveled back to the sensation of being pressed by Mama. The way my face was nestled between the mountain range was the most blissful feeling I ever felt. But… That was when Mama was fully covered. Mama had undressed. She was only in her underwear and bra now. If I were to be buried in between that valley again… How would it feel? Would it feel different compared to when it was over her clothes? No, what if she took her bra off too? How would it feel when she was in her ultimate perfect state?

Various enigmas were spinning around in my head as I stared at Mama’s boobs. 

“Sakkun… Mama will feel embarrassed if you keep staring at it like that…”

Mama’s face dyed in a faint blush. She turned her face to the side, but she still made no attempt to hide her boobs. In fact, she clasped her hand together and positioned her arm around her boobs. She then pressed her boobs together from either side with her forearms. The way they were squeezed together made them flatten vertically.

Looking at that sight also flattened my reason.

“Mama…!!”

“Ahnn…!”

Driven by impulse, I dived face first into her boobs. The soft sensation enveloped my whole face. It turned out her boobs felt different now that she was only clad in her bra. My flattened reason was flattened even further by the weight of Mama’s big boobs. My reason was flattened to oblivion. 

“Mama… Mama… Aaahnn…”

“Geez… Sakkun! If you keep pressing your face against Mama’s boobs like that… Nngh…! Mmnh…! How is it? Do Mama’s boobs feel good?”

“Yesh… They’re amazhing…. Mama’s boobs… Feels so good…”

I shook my head and pressed my face even further between the soft valley. It was plump. It was soft. It was squishy. Mama’s boobs welcomed me naturally, enveloping me in its warmth.

“Ahnng… Good… Keep doing just that… Mama will… Pamper Sakkun… A lot… A lot… Lots… And lots of times… Mama will let Sakkun do everything Sakkun wants to do with Mama… So please, tell Mama what Sakkun wants, okay? Tell me everything, Sakkun.”

“Mama…”

Not wanting to let go of this soft happiness, I held Mama close. Unlike her overly big chest, Seika-chan’s body was small, almost frail even. It was as if she would break if I held her too tightly. However, Seika-chan’s arms around my head were gentle and warm. I was cradled tenderly in her arms…Along with her breasts.

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T/N: The border between Seika-chan and Mama is deliberately made vague in this chapter. Probably a sign of MC still retaining a bitttt of his sanity.