Growth

I don't know what age babies learn to talk in this world, so I'm already thinking about my plans for this life. Not everyone gets a second chance, and because of that, I had no reference on what to do in this scenario.

Should I pretend to be a genius? After all, I've finished high school. Speaking and writing are nothing to me; however, I am worried about what happens after childhood passes. My previous life has only progressed until I was eighteen. I didn't have any rich life experience aside from school. Sure, if I pretend to be a genius, Mom would praise me. Once the magic has run out and I've lost my advantage, wouldn't I be like everyone else? I would harm myself be setting my Mom's expectation higher.

It was a choice between a genius or a normal guy. Such is my predicament.

I have no idea how quickly people mature here. If I wait too long, Mom will get worried about me. Wouldn't she think I might be sick or retarded? In the end, I stopped thinking about it and just went for it.

One day after a breastfeeding session, Mom's face was flushed and her breathing was erratic from my mouth and tongue. I made an audible-

"Ma... ma..."

"Kya~! Did you just say 'Mama,' little Riel? Come on, cutie pie, say it again! I'm Mama!" she exclaimed, pointing to herself. For the next few hours, Mom would continue to talk to me while I sucked her tits off. Man, sucking these milkers never gets old. I might try to speak now, but I won't be leaving these tits soon. Speaking of, I don't know when babies stop breastfeeding. I kept thinking whilst I circled her nipples again and again.

From then on, I would occasionally say "Mama" or "Mommy" which always brought a radiant smile to her face. I'm always amazed at how simple actions can make someone's day. I'm not complaining. It was also around this time that I learned my mother's name. Her name is Lucielle.

Soon after I started talking, I noticed my sister now visits me more often. She would look and try to talk to me. I would, of course, reply with one-syllable words to hide my intelligence. Not long afterwards, I began attempting to walk. I remember Mom holding onto my arms as I took my first steps. Celine was there watching me, too. When I succeeded, I made the happiest squeal to show my joy. I bounced once before falling on my butt, but that didn't stop the celebratory atmosphere.

To celebrate, Mom let me suck her tits for the night. Even while she was sleeping, her tits were out in the open. I made sure her effort didn't to waste. When I finished, I used her breasts as my pillows before falling asleep in her warm embrace.

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Now at four years old, I'm old enough to speak, and I'm learning the letters with Mom and Celine's help. I don't know if I'm a genius or a retard, because they shower with love no matter what I do. It's hard to make any fair comparisons.

Also, I found Celine is seven years older than me, so she should be eleven now. I'm not too sure. She looks like she should be nine, but that's because we elves grow at a slower pace. Another observation I made is that puberty doesn't to strike us at preteens, as Celine is very much like a child. She's as flat as a washboard.

That's a minor detail. The principal subject of attention was when I saw Celine light our fire with her fingertips. Seeing my Mom's reaction, I concluded that either magic is an everyday occurrence, or that magic is learnable for everyone in our family at least. Now that was exciting. A bona fide magical fantasy world like this doesn't have much to improve. I made sure I showed interest in magic when facing my family.

Later at night, when we were about to sleep, I announced, "Mommy, I want to make fire too!" While I was hugging Mom to get her attention, I made sure that I would coincidentally touch her breasts. She was lying naked in bed, because when I took my first baby steps, she let me suck her tits for the night. Not letting this chance go, the days after, I cried every time Mom slept with clothes. I would pull at her dress to let her know it was the problem. Mom figured out and gave in, letting us sleep naked together.

"No, little Riel, you're still too young to learn magic. I'll teach you when you're older, okay?" Mom answered while blushing.

"But, Celine-"

"She's old enough, sweetie. In a few years, Mommy will teach you too. You're a smart boy, after all."

"But, but... I want to," I pouted and poked my pointer fingers together. Oh shit. She called me smart. Am I growing too quickly? I acted like a kid, though. I'm very confident in my acting skills. Maybe it's just empty praise to soothe me.

I pouted at Mom before diving into her breasts again. As I've mentioned before; I won't be leaving these milkies soon. I'm sure I'm way past breastfeeding age, but Mom doesn't seem to mind. Maybe because I'm the youngest child, she enjoys spoiling me.

These past few years, I haven't seen a sign of a father in the family. Thinking about fathers, I felt a wave of depression wash over me. Life doesn't work for everyone. I've moved on from the grieving stages, but it still hurts sometimes.

To console myself, I grabbed Mom's breast with my hand and put it in my mouth. Unlike before, I could control my arms more freely now, so I gave her tits a squeeze while I was flicking her nipples with my tongue. I had to be careful with my actions. I needed to make sure I appeared to be breastfeeding, so pinching and smacking it around was a no go.

While flicking the bud, I felt her nipples stiffen. This time, I tried biting gently. Warm milk coursed down my throat as I continued to encourage more milk from the breast. A few minutes later, I licked her areola instead. This is normal for Mom now, so her suspicions were nil. Then again, I am a four-year-old child. What could I possibly be doing? No one looks at their child and thinks that he is a reincarnated man with his adult memories intact. At most, she would think that I'm a lively boy. I still need to take things slowly, though.

I can't even get horny yet. My hormones don't act up. The mental pleasure of having a beautiful woman have her tits played by me is a sufficient compensation.

Unfortunately for me, I fell asleep too early. Had I taken my eyes off my Mom's tits and looked down, I would have seen a sticky fluid reflecting the moonlight on Mom's inner thighs.

~Lucielle POV~

"Ahn~♥, Good boy. You love Mommy's milk, don't you?" Lucielle breathed to her son. When no reply came, she opened her eyes and saw him asleep on her breast.

Every time I look at them, I can't help but be proud. I thought I'd lucked out with Celine; her talent in magic is insane. Maelriel is also really smart and seems interested in literature. I love it when he uses his cute little hands to point at a character he doesn't know when we're reading stories together. Not only that, he's also obedient and low-maintenance. When things don't go his way, he sucks it up. He doesn't throw any tantrums; instead, he looks at you with those adorable puppy eyes, or he pouts. I should've stopped breastfeeding him, but he's such a good boy. Since I can't let him play with bows or learn magic, this should make do.

Really, how did such amazing children come from a lousy man?