Reincarnated as Nobita Nobi

Ever since I opened up to Mom, our relationship has blossomed into something incredibly close and intimate. I often hold her in my arms, whispering sweet nothings that make her blush adorably.

In this charged atmosphere, I decided to take things further, eager to explore new depths with Mom. As I held her close, caressing her softly, a mischievous idea struck me.

"Mom, could you help me with something?" I asked with a devilish grin. I leaned in to whisper my request in her ear.

Mom's face turned beet red, practically steaming. "N-Nobita! I-I've never done anything like that before!" she stammered.

Her innocence only excited me more.

"Don't be scared. There's a first time for everything. Be brave and try it," I coaxed gently.

Slowly, I guided her head downward. Seeing the anticipation in my eyes, Mom realized she couldn't refuse her darling boy. She nervously complied with my wishes.

With trembling hands, she reached for my zipper, fumbling slightly as she pulled it down. I helped her free my throbbing member, already rock hard with anticipation. Mom's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of shock and curiosity dancing across her features.

"It's okay, Mom," I reassured her, gently stroking her hair. "Just start slow. Use your tongue."

Hesitantly, she extended her tongue, giving an experimental lick along the shaft. The warmth of her mouth sent shivers through my body. Encouraged by my sharp intake of breath, she grew bolder, wrapping her lips around the tip.

The sensation was incredible. I couldn't help crying out in pleasure. Watching Mom work so diligently below, I stroked her silky hair affectionately, encouraging her efforts. My praise seemed to spur her on even more enthusiastically.

She began to bob her head, taking me deeper with each pass. Her inexperience was evident, but her eagerness to please more than made up for it. The wet sounds of her mouth working my cock filled the room, punctuated by my groans of ecstasy.

As things intensified, I felt a powerful rush of domination. My hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting gently into her willing mouth. Mom gagged slightly but didn't pull away, determined to satisfy her son's desires.

"That's it, Mom," I moaned. "You're doing so well."

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. The dual sensations of physical pleasure and taboo excitement pushed me closer to the edge.

With a final cry of release, I exploded in her mouth. Mom's eyes widened in surprise, but she valiantly tried to swallow every drop, only a little escaping to dribble down her chin.

Afterwards, I helped Mom clean up and get dressed, though I couldn't resist teasing her a bit more, earning me some playful scolding. As I zipped up her dress, I planted a kiss on her flushed cheek.

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered. "That was amazing. We'll have to do it again sometime."

She blushed furiously but didn't disagree, and I knew our relationship had changed forever.

Finally, I pulled Mom into my arms as she cuddled against me. "You're always taking advantage of your poor mother," she pouted.

"But it's to deepen our bond!" I protested with a sheepish grin.

"You'd better treat me well from now on," Mom sighed in resignation.

"Of course," I assured her, my hands wandering as I pondered what new experiences we could try next.

Just then, Doraemon's voice rang out from the living room. "Nobita, I'm home!"

Mom tensed up in panic - we'd been so wrapped up in each other lately that we'd nearly forgotten about Doraemon. We were caught off guard, still tangled together.

Doraemon gave us a quizzical look, but didn't seem to suspect anything amiss. He just laughed, "How cute, Nobita. Aren't you a bit old to be cuddling with mom like that?"

I pretended to be embarrassed as Doraemon headed upstairs. Mom and I both breathed sighs of relief. But our intimate moment was broken.

"Doraemon's here," Mom whispered before darting away like a startled rabbit.

I was left alone, grumbling internally at Doraemon for interrupting our quality time together.

…

Later that night, when I tried to convince Mom to let me sleep in her room, she firmly refused. Of course, she knew exactly what I had in mind. I couldn't bring myself to force the issue, so I had to settle for gazing at her longingly.

Still, as I drifted off to sleep, I was already scheming about how we could sneak around behind Doraemon's back. Our passionate explorations were far from over...