Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

My whole body terribly twitched in joy after hearing what Mom just said. She definitely said she and Mother would be sleeping with me on a single bed.

Since I got my own room, I never had a chance to share a bed with any of them, let alone both of them.

Through the years, my sister was the only one I slept with. It happened two years ago, and no one has ever warmed up my night again since then.

"You are shaking profusely, Raphael. Are you not okay with it?"

"No, Mom! I absolutely love having both of you in the same bed!"

I raised the level of my hands from their waists to their chests before I grabbed an asset of them. I cannot hold myself any longer since both of them are within my domain.

The sensation of their soft breasts reached my fingers despite having garments between them. Squeezing them really got me thinking unwisely.

"Oh my."

"How bold."

Mother and Mom reacted to my sudden declaration. They chuckled softly before they removed my hands from their ample and succulent chests.

"Mothers…" I let out a weak groan of dejection.

I glanced at both of them simultaneously in demand for an acceptable explanation. But my erotically dressed mothers stared at me with a sweet smile before providing their response.

"How about we rest ourselves first so that we can sleep well?"

Mom advised us to get down and sleep, which Mother gave a nod to. It was definitely not the answer I wanted to hear, and I can't just end it by only sleeping!

"So that we can do something more than sleep, right?" I asked, hoping for the answers I absolutely wanted to hear.

"Raphael. Let us get some rest, okay?"

"…Okay, Mother."

After I corresponded with their demands, Mom and Mother embedded themselves in the mattress. I pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed to cloak ourselves from the cold.

Both my mothers are flanking me at both ends, facing their bodies toward mine. I face the ceiling and do not know which side to face after I lay my back down.

I really wanted to face one of them and bury my face between their bosoms. But the problem is, which mountains should I face? If I just choose one, the other side might think I love my choice more than hers.

"Hey, Raphael."

As I am thinking about making my choice, Mom suddenly calls my given name. In order to give my reply, I decided to rotate my body to the left to face her since she called me out first.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Still cannot sleep?"

"Quite."

"Then, how about me telling you a bedtime story?"

"I am not a child anymore, Mom."

"How mean." Mom left dejected. "Just for tonight, Raphael."

Mom then pulled my head closer and plunged my face into the exposed portion of her chest. They are remarkably squishy and soft, so much so that my whole time as a baby was not enough to satisfy my desires.

If Mom thought of me as a man she could easily get swayed by this method, well… she is absolutely right.

"You got me there, Mom. You can tell a story."

"Yey~."  Mom cheered for herself triumphantly. "It's been so long since we told you and your sister a story."

I really cannot resist my beautiful mother. I had been unconditionally attached to her since I was born. I want her to be mine if I am chosen to be greedy.

"It seems like what Louise told us was right."

"What do you mean by that, Mother?"

Mother, who is behind me, mentioned the name of Sister, to whom I turned my attention.

"Well, Louise said that you are basically easy to persuade with the application of physical intimacy."

"What…?"

(That big sister of mine! I'll make you pay your accounts with your body!)

"But you would be easily convinced then."

"Don't worry, Mother. It only effective with my family."

If you are not bound to me by blood, don't expect your seductions to be effective.

"But I will be the one who will choose the story." I said as I faced Mom again.

"Of course, my son. What kind of story does my son want me to narrate?"

"If you are okay with it, there was a certain tale that I truly wanted to hear about for so long."

"What would that be?"

For a long time, I only heard a very few details about this tale from limited available sources throughout the world. Since the opportunity is literally just in front of me, I do not want to waste this chance.

"Mom… Mother, if you don't mind, I would love to hear about your story."

My parents have been intentionally avoiding this matter every time my sister and I have asked them to break down the details of their past. We are genuinely curious about the love story our mothers wrote.

"Our… story…?"

"Yes, Mom." I replied as, kissing her left milker.

Suddenly, something soft is starting to press on my back. They spread on my back, then an arm passed through my peripheral vision and landed on Mom's voluptuous waist.

"Just give him what he wants, Claire." Mother happily said, peeking out at her from behind. "I think our story was relevant to what you will disclose later."

"Yeah, you are right."

Mother and Mom discussed something I have no idea about. But from the gist of it, Mom probably has something to say to me later.

Hopefully, I was kind of hoping it would be her response to my call. If that would happen, I want to be more optimistic and believe she would say yes.

"Please, Mom.  I definitely want to hear the adventures and love stories that you wrote with Mother. Sister would love to hear it too if she were here."

"Are you really sure you wanted me to narrate you our tales?"

"Absolutely, Mom. I love to, since my beautiful mother is going to narrate it. I will definitely not laugh if there is something to laugh at. I am absolutely not going to hate you, no matter how embarrassing or dark it would be."

"Fufu. You are so adamantly persistent. Fine, I will tell you our tales since I am the one who suggested the storytelling."

"Thank you very much, Mom. I love you." I thanked her with a kiss on her other milker.

"I love you too, Raphael." Mom kissed my head then sent a sharp glare to Mother. "Mylene, help me with the narration. You are involved too."

"O-of course!" Mother hastily agreed. "Please stop glaring at me that way."

"Hmph. Now then…" Mom looked me in the eye. "…I am going to narrate the story of our lives."