Incest On Top Of Incest

"D-Daddy? Daughter?...What are y-you talking about, mom?" 

I couldn't help but stutter when I heard her call me daddy in her alluring voice, and saw her look up at me with big, wide, innocent eyes like she was looking up at her actual father, as I simply did not expect this role change all of a sudden.

"What are you so surprised, Kafi?" My mother looked amused by my reaction, and she looked like she was loving every moment of it, and stated her reasoning behind her actions as if it were obvious. "Since you sat on my lap and made me feed you in the past when you were a child, that gave you the right to call me your mommy, since I was the one feeding you."

"But now that I'm the one who's sitting on your lap, shouldn't you be the parent here and feed his little daughter, who's waiting for her dinner, in your arms?" She rubbed her cheek on my shoulder like she wanted to be spoiled by her father she looked up to, and she looked at me with a coquettish look in her eyes that was both playful and seductive at the same time.

"...I-Is that how it works, mom?" I asked, still shocked about the sudden development and how my mother was treating me like I was her father, when she was clearly the older one here. 

"Of course that's how it works, Kafi~ And that's how it's going to be until you make me finish my meal..." My mom said, while smiling in a teasing manner.

"And for what reason do we have to indulge in this father-daughter roleplay, when I'm the one who's supposed to be being fed right now?" I chuckled at the scenario after calming myself down. 

"Well, for one, I want to tease you and see your reactions to treating me like your daughter, which are all so loveable and precious, especially with how red your cheeks turn!" My mother shamelessly admitted her intentions to tease me, and pulled my cheeks like I was a little child, which made my pale skin redder than before.

"And I also want you to know how hard it was to feed you in the past and how much effort it took to make you swallow a single bite, so you can appreciate your mother much more." She poked my chest, like she wanted to make sure that I understood how much effort she put into raising me on her own.

"But I already appreciate you a lot." I responded.

"But I want you to appreciate me even more." She looked up at me and said, with a slight smile on her face, like she wasn't going to let me off no matter what I said.

"So, what you want me to do is feed you your meal like you did in the past, while I act like your father and while you act like my daughter?" I sighed and gave in to her demands.

"Yes, and not just any daughter. Your adorable, little daughter, who loves it when her father coddles her." My mother insisted that I cherish her, like she was my own, when the roles were actually the other way around. "And I'll warn you that this daughter of yours will be just like you in the past, so get ready to face some tantrums from me about not wanting to eat, that will most definitely give you a headache."

"And you're telling me that after facing all those trials that you give me, as you act as my past self, we can stop this embarrassing play and go back to eating dinner normally?" I asked for confirmation, since I still needed her to feed me to complete my request.

"Of course~ As long as, at the end of the meal, you completely understand how hard your mother worked in the past to feed you and how tiring it was, we can end it." My mother said which made me give a sigh of relief since I already made the wholesome situation of placing my mother on my lap and feeding her lewd enough for the Gods to be satisfied, and as long as she feeds me a bite of food the request will be over.

But just as I was thinking about how to finish this game of my mother's quickly so I could finish the request, my mother said something that urked me the wrong way and pulled in my competitive nature into the picture.

"...But of course, a high school boy like you can never actually handle the tantrums of a child and will definitely give up at some point, so when you feel like giving up, just admit that you lost, and mommy will graciously let you go." She put her hands up and exaggerated in a haughty and arrogant manner, like she just knew that this was a task that I couldn't complete no matter what I did.

"Oh, is that so, mom?...You really are confident that I won't be able to handle your tantrums and little fits as a child, aren't you?" 

I smiled while gritting my teeth, since I didn't exactly like to be looked down upon. Especially when it comes to taking care of kids, which I've definitely done more than my mother, since I lived in an orphanage for half my life and acted as a guardian for most of the kids there.

If she provoked me about anything else, I wouldn't really mind that much. But since she's saying something like I couldn't take care of kids, which I could actually do in my sleep, I really wanted to prove her wrong and give her a 'punishment' for underestimating her son.

"Of course! I know for sure that you won't be able to make me eat my dinner, if I acted like how you did back then, since I've gone through it myself in the past and I know exactly how difficult it is, especially for a newcomer like you, Kafi, who's never interacted with kids since you hate them so much." She poked me on the chest like she was provoking me, and looked like she was ready to see me collapse in the face of her performance.

I would normally want to cuss my past self out for not liking kids, but I have more important things to focus on, like my dignity, which was on the line here, so I couldn't be bothered by that piece of shit.

Since I decided to punish my mother for underestimating me and my parenting skills, I decided to go all the way, so I gave a taunting smile of my own, like I was challenging her to a game of Russian Roulette, and said

"Since you seem so confident, mom, that I won't be able to feed you like you fed me in the past, why don't we make a bet to see if I can actually handle your tantrums and feed you until your stomach is full like you said?"

My mother raised her eyebrow, as if her interest was piqued by my bet.