Nursing and Memories

"Oh! I see, I see..."

*Shlip shlip shlip!*

Daniel stirs to the sound of Viviane's murmurs. More obvious is the sensation of his morning wood enveloped by her gooey hand, sticking to his skin and rippling along his member with such fluid care.

He groans at the elder slime's touch before opening his eyes halfway, only to be obstructed by the unsurprising pale mound that draws his lips in. Having been in this familiar position, though, he relaxes before nestling his face deeper into her soft, jelly-filled breast.

"Ah, you're awake? Good morning, my child~"

Unlatching from her breast and swallowing sweet milk that rinses his tongue, Daniel turns his head to meet Viviane's warm gaze down upon him. Further, he sees a blue, slimy appendage extruding from her shoulder that holds his phone.

Much to his chagrin, secrets were shared between them, including his pin.

"Um...good morning," Daniel greets back, then hesitates. "What are you doing with my phone?"

Viviane raises a brow. "That's your first question since we merged?"

"Well, that's...I ought to know since we aren't sharing anymore."

"Nonsense," she dismisses. "We're sharing plenty right now, aren't we?"

To emphasize, her gooey strokes on his cock quicken, causing her son to twitch. "M-mother...ungh..."

Without misstep, Viviane continues, "If you must know, I was scouring for more tales to myself as this 'Lady of the Lake'. More importantly, how are you feeling?"

Her stroking slows, giving Daniel time to respond. Inhaling sharply, he thins his lips. "I feel fine? Wait...why do I feel fine?"

Viviane titters to his confusion. "I see you haven't noticed any changes. How about this: what's so important about LDN 1768?"

Daniel blinks. "I mean, they're home to protostars. Annoyingly, we can see them because the dust blocks light-"

Catching himself, the artist covers his mouth in shock over the sudden expansion of knowledge he certainly would not be able to recall easily on his own.

"Why, hello there, my *smart* child!" Viviane chirps.

"Holy shit," Daniel breathes, "All of my mom's work and knowledge feels...clear to me. How can it be so seamless?"

As he thinks back to the exams he barely made through in high school and early college, he grunts, covering his face.

"God, I feel like an idiot now! If I studied harder and paid attention to mom more, I could've..."

'*There's so much art in the universe, Daniel. If only I was able to easily show you a mere fraction of what I get to study!*'

"...I could've..."

Croaking, tears well up in Daniel's eyes as more personal memories from Amy surface. Everything from her passion for studying the universe to her efforts in raising him reaffirms his fortunate to have a brilliant mother like her; however, he's starting to see just how much he was lacking as a son...

...and as an artist.

The beauty that the astronomer got the privilege to see from the gigantic network of satellites and telescopes describes physical chaos yet a natural order that easily overshadows his work.

Really, they overshadowed everyone and everything.

Daniel accepted this as an obvious fact, but now that the science and theories behind the universe's dust can be recalled effortlessly, he realizes just how much he's overlooked the greatness of the space beyond Earth.

Consequently, all of his achievements felt like child's play compared to what Amy got to study every day, and yet she supported him without making comparison; she appreciated the work she got to see until the very end.

Even so, Daniel can't help but feel regret over the bridge between him and his mother that could've been stronger.

A bridge that eventually collapsed.

'*How can I even paint knowing-*'

"Stop."

Viviane's firm voice pulls Daniel from his descent. Blinking, he manages a breath before the slime mother's hand on his head immediately lifts, urging him to shuffle closer to her lap. Then, she removes her hand from his cock to hug him completely, laying his head against the top of her chest.

Shivering against her cool body yet warm with affection, the artist curls his lip in shame as the elder slime brushes through his hair.

"I can imagine what's going through your head, just as you know mine," she begins more softly. "Knowing that, you should also remember that you should *never* sell yourself short."

Daniel shuts his eyes tightly, *feeling* Amy's similar words that were once said to him.

"I say that even when life is short," Viviane continues, more sadly. "It's incomparably shorter than any star, and let's not speak to the universe as a whole. Even my existence and time alone cannot compare to anything beyond."

She cups his face, elevating his gaze toward hers. With a gentle smile, she wipes away his tears with her thumb.

"So, take what I've helped share with you to grow further and inspire you to paint bigger things in your own way, understood?"

"Mother..."

Daniel addresses her in the truest sense as he absorbs her demand. Along with Anne, there's no better reminder that these two slime girls embody his star-loving mother's strength, will, and love.

Exhaling slowly, Daniel straightens and rubs his eyes. "You're absolutely right. I'm sorry, I just..."

"Hehe, it's alright, my sweet child," she whispers, leaning forward. "Amy would be so proud of you...and I share that."

Daniel closes his eyes as he accepts her cool lips. Along with the feeling of her chest squishing against him, his cock hardens back up. Naturally, Viviane returns her hand to it without needing to look, letting it melt over to further soothe him.

The strokes continue while tongues dance between them. As it does, the lake dweller's life in her lonely, foggy prison repeats in Daniel's head, echoing with a child's wails in its mist. Knowing her story, he got an even better picture of her struggles.

He's certain that he'd grow insane with such shared emotions if it weren't for Amy bringing light to her eyes. So, if there's anything, Viviane is the one needing comfort.

Yet, here she is, giving him comfort instead.

*Splurt...splurt...*

Evidence of her care releases onto her goopy fingers as Daniel lets go. In turn, Vivianne hums sweetly into her son's mouth, holding him as a mother should while her gelatinous mass absorbs his appreciation.

Panting, Daniel eventually pulls away while his slime mother's eyes close to a smile, stable as ever. Just like Anne, the lake dweller has no need to worry about breathing except when fused or to express herself.

'*How unfair.*'

Speaking of fusions...

"Hah...thank you. By the way, where's Marianne?" Daniel asks, gathering himself as he rests against her. "Or did they split like we did?"

"Mmm...they're still in the bedroom, sleeping as one."

"I see...wait..."

Widening his eyes, Daniel's breath holds for a moment. "If it's anything like last time, they could be in that dream world, right?"

"I would hope so," Viviane agrees, smiling weakly. "I also remember seeing the world shatter when I slipped into Anne, but that wasn't my intention. Given that we saw the lakes containing Anne's assimilated lives, I imagine it can't simply disappear if it's bound to her."

"That makes sense, but what about you? If you fuse with me or anyone, then fall asleep, where would we end up?"

Viviane's eyes sharpen as she pouts. "I'd rather not find out when I haven't even stepped outside in this world. On that note, you owe *Mommy* a date like you did with Anne and Mary!"

"A-ah, well...fair."

Huffing, Viviane pats his leg. "As long as you understand. When Marianne wakes up, we'll talk more about what we've learned. For now, please allow me to continue feeding you, child."

"Ungh...sure."

"Hee, what a good boy~"

Daniel flushes at his slimy mother's tease, but because he also doesn't want to depart from her comfort, he gives her a pass. Thus, he lowers himself back across her lap, then loosens as she brings his face to her breast.

"That's it," the lake dweller coos as her son buries his face in. Supporting him, she leans back while keeping her slimy hand attached to his crotch in case there's a revival in his desire. On the other hand, she brushes her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to drink.

"Aah...holding my sweet child is really the best feeling," she says, sighing. "Although I'm glad we became one, I've realized I much prefer having you close to me like this."

Daniel hums in agreement. While learning more about everyone was worthy, becoming Vida felt lonely. As both a mother and son, the maternal feelings he held had no real outlet, given that there was little to distinguish them.

"Well, that's not to say I won't connect with you," Viviane adds. "But I may have some better ideas for us next time. Perhaps we'll get the chance on our first date, hmm?"

Daniel's next swallow of the slime's milk is much louder.