A proud (grand)mother

Vel came to with his mother on her side next to him, exactly where he’d been before the vision. Barely any time at all had passed again. He looked at his mother’s face and beheld a rare sight. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide, she looked truly flabbergasted. That was definitely not something one saw every day. True to form though, she quickly composed herself and her mouth snapped shut. Vel’s eyes fell onto her breasts again, which were kind of stacked on top of each other now that she was lying on her side. He reached out to gently fondle one before looking at back Lady Rienne’s face.

Her son’s hand on her breast seemed to focus his mother. Her eyes cleared up and her gaze met his. “We both saw that, didn’t we?” Vel, continuing to gently knead her breast, nodded. His mother looked deep in thought. “So, what was it? Was it just a dream or was this some glimpse of our future?” Vel moved from on from kneading her whole breast to just lightly toying with her nipple. “The latter, but not quite. I am sometimes granted visions of possible futures, I do not know how or why. I’ve discovered that I can pull those the vision concerns with me by touching their minds as it happens.”

Vel gently reached for his mother’s mind and saw a cautious hope begin to bloom there. “Does that mean you will get me pregnant, Baby?” Vel nodded. “Actually, it means I already got you pregnant.” He moved his hand from her breast to her stomach and gently rubbed it. “Junea is only just beginning to take shape in here.” Joy exploded in her mind, easily outcompeting her disbelief. She leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth.

When she pulled back and broke the kiss, her faced showed only a happy smile, but in her mind she was ecstatic. That legendary composure was on display again. “I can’t believe you managed to get me pregnant at my age.” Pride and triumph once again grew in her mind and her voice. “Not only did I carry the chosen in my womb, I will carry the chosen’s children as well.” Although it might dampen her mood a little, Vel thought this would probably be a good time to tell her about the only daughters thing. He hoped she wouldn’t react too poorly, but if she did his powers could fix it. He gave her quick peck on the lips first, to butter her up. “Yes, you will. But you will carry the chosen’s daughters only, as I cannot have sons. No heir can.” His mother shrugged, and her mind showed that she genuinely had no adverse reaction to that information. “Well, that doesn’t matter now, does it? You are the chosen, or the heir if you prefer, why would you need an heir yourself? Houses Andros and Hothemer will live on forever in you. What need would you have for sons? At least daughters can serve you the way you deserve.” Wow, that had gone better than he could have ever dreamed. “I love you, Mother.” She kissed his cheek and put her hand over his, which was still on her belly. “I love you too, Son. And I will love and cherish all our daughters, as well as those you have with your sisters and whomever else you please.”

Vel smiled. “So far the only non-sisters I’ve gotten pregnant are you and Rose.” His mother was surprised. “Wait, you’ve managed to get your sisters pregnant?” Oh right, he supposed his mother only knew that he’d been trying, not that he succeeded. Vel nodded. “Everyone except Dina is currently carrying one of my daughters.” That earned him another kiss. “That is wonderful, Baby! And Rose, that is great too, she is a wonderful girl and knows how to take care of my boy.” Vel nodded. “Indeed. I’ve had visions of them all, do you want to hear about them?” Lady Rienne nodded. “Of course I do.”

Vel told his mother about every vision in detail, making sure to describe every daughter as well as he could. He moved his hand back from her stomach to her chest while he did so, once again fondling his mother to his heart’s content. She asked some questions here and there, mostly about the appearance of her future granddaughters, but largely let Vel talk without interruption. She did have a few more questions when he was finished, though. “So, Adelicia was already visibly pregnant in your first vision? And it sounded like Eshina had already given birth to twins for you. Is it strange that it makes me proud? It certainly feels strange to be proud of granddaughters that haven’t even been born yet.” Vel smiled as he rolled his mother’s nipple between two of his fingers. “Maybe it would be strange under normal circumstances. But our lives have become strange to the point where I think normalcy no longer applies to us, and so I do not think you need to question it." His mother returned his smile and nodded. “I suppose you are right.” She briefly lapsed into silence, clearly thinking about something again.

“It didn’t look like I had aged at all, did it?” She was right, she had looked exactly as she did right now. “It didn’t, but then you’ve not aged for as long as I can remember, why would you start now?” Rienne’s face lit up with joy, and her eyes took on a wicked gleam. “Oh, Baby, are you trying to sweet talk your old mother so she will continue where the vision ended? Because all you need to do is ask.” Vel didn’t hate that idea. “Well, I wasn’t planning on it, but now that you mention it…” Vel trailed off. His mother smiled and moved up a higher on the bed, putting her chest level with her son’s head. Then she leaned forward a bit, allowing Vel to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. He gave the nipple a quick flick with his tongue, causing his mother to shiver, before he drew out the first deliciously sweet spurt of milk. His mother’s hand, meanwhile, made its way down to his manhood and coaxed it to hardness before beginning those twisting strokes. Life was good.