Reincarnated as Nobita Nobi

I find myself traveling through the time tunnel once again, surrounded by clocks. As we prepare to go home, everyone's spirits lift - including mine. After adventuring in the Cretaceous period for so long, I'm looking forward to seeing Mom again.

Mischievous thoughts run through my mind about playing with Mom when I get back. Finally, our time patrol ship exits the dark tunnel, arriving at the empty lot where we often hang out.

"Take care," the time patrol officer says with a salute before vanishing.

"Alright everyone, let's head home!" Doraemon says cheerfully.

Suneo and Gian rush off first to see their mothers. Shizuka lingers shyly for a moment. "Nobita, make sure to come play at my house sometime!" she says before hurrying home, walking a bit oddly. It reminds me of our first time at the Apartment Pretend Tree - the taste of a loli really is something else! Hehe.

"Nobita, what are you spacing out for? Let's go!" Doraemon pokes me, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Right, right!" I reply. "Okay Doraemon, let's head home."

Reflecting on our recent adventures, we've been through a lot together. We share a knowing smile as we start walking.

…

At home, I'm filled with emotion seeing our house again after so long, with Doraemon beside me and Mom inside. I finally have a real home and family in this world.

"Mom, I'm home!" I call out as I enter.

"Welcome back, but why so loud?" Mom scolds.

I suddenly rush forward and hug her tightly. She's startled, whispering "Doraemon is right here, what are you trying to do?"

Embracing her soft body, I say longingly, "I missed you!"

Hearing the emotion in my voice, Mom softens. "Alright, alright. Once Doraemon isn't around, we can play however you want."

She probably thinks I'm pent up from avoiding her lately. If only she knew I've been gone for months!

Excited by this unexpected treat, I quickly say "You promised, no taking it back!"

Mom rolls her eyes at me.

"Okay Nobita, you can let go of mom now," Doraemon interjects, seeing our prolonged reunion.

Mom smiles, understanding Doraemon's meaning. "Doraemon must be hungry! I bought some dorayaki for tonight."

"Hooray, Mom is the best!" Doraemon cheers, dancing happily.

Mom and I can't help but laugh at the sight. I realize Doraemon hasn't had dorayaki in months either after our long journey.

That evening, Doraemon devours an entire bucket of dorayaki at dinner. He becomes comically round like a ball, just like in the anime. It's pretty amazing how that works.

…

The next day, I watch Doraemon excitedly run off to see his cat friend Mii-chan from the next street over. I'm filled with anticipation. I set up a satellite to track Doraemon's location and alert me when he heads home.

With preparations complete, I eagerly rush to the kitchen to find Mom, my body thrumming with pent-up desire. She's standing at the counter, her back to me as she chops vegetables for lunch. I pause in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her curved figure hugged by a tight sundress. The thin fabric clings to her full breasts and round ass, leaving little to the imagination.

My cock twitches in my pants as I imagine peeling that dress off her, revealing the soft, creamy skin underneath..

"Hey sweetie," she says, glancing over her shoulder with a warm smile. "What's up?"

Unable to contain myself any longer, I cross the room in three quick strides. Mom gasps as I press against her back, my hands sliding around her waist. She can surely feel my hardness pushing insistently against her ass.

"I need you," I growl, nipping at her ear. "Right now."

She shivers, dropping the knife with a clatter. "But... Doraemon could be home any minute..."

"I don't care," I murmur, already hiking up her skirt. "I've been thinking about this all night."

Mom moans as I slip my fingers between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. Her pussy is hot and slick against my probing digits. I rub slow circles around her clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch.

"Oh god," she whimpers, spreading her legs wider. "We shouldn't..."

But her body betrays her words as she grinds back against me. I grin, knowing I've won. With my free hand, I roughly knead one of her heavy breasts through her dress. Mom cries out when I pinch her nipple, the sensitive bud hardening instantly.

"You want this as bad as I do," I whisper hotly in her ear. "Don't deny it."

She doesn't answer, just pushes her ass back more insistently. Taking that as enthusiastic consent, I quickly undo my pants and free my aching cock. It springs out, rock hard and leaking pre-cum already.

I rub the swollen head along Mom's dripping slit, coating myself in her juices. She whines impatiently, trying to impale herself on me. But I hold back, savoring the moment.

"Beg for it," I command, my voice rough with lust.

Mom hesitates for just a second before giving in completely. "Please," she moans. "Please, baby. I need you inside me so bad~."

That's all I needed to hear. With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt in Mom's hot, tight pussy. We both cry out at the intense sensation. Her velvety walls clench around me, drawing me in deeper.

"Oh," I groan. "You feel so good, Mom."

I start moving, fucking her with long, deep strokes. Mom braces herself against the counter, pushing back to meet each thrust. The wet sounds of our coupling fill the kitchen, punctuated by our breathless moans.

I reach around to rub Mom's clit as I pound into her. She cries out, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock. "That's it," I encourage. "Come for me. I want to feel you come on my dick."

My words push her over the edge. Mom's whole body tenses as she climaxes, waves of pleasure wracking her frame. The rhythmic clenching of her pussy triggers my own orgasm. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep and flood her womb with my hot seed.

We stay like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling in the aftermath. Finally, I slowly pull out, watching in fascination as a trickle of my cum leaks from Mom's well-fucked hole.

She turns to face me, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. "That was very naughty of you," she purrs, reaching down to stroke my softening cock. "I think you need to be punished later..."

I grin, already looking forward for more. But for now, I head back to my room to monitor Doraemon's tracker. I want to be ready when he returns, after all.

… 

As I settle in front of my computer, I can't help replaying the kitchen scene in my mind.

The way Mom's tits bounced as I fucked her from behind. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal. The incredible tightness of her pussy squeezing my cock. It's enough to get me hard again already.

I idly stroke myself as I watch the blinking dot that represents Doraemon's location. He seems to be having fun with Mii-chan, darting all over the neighborhood. Good. The longer he's gone, the more time I have to play with Mom.

Speaking of which, I hear her footsteps in the hallway. My bedroom door creaks open and she slips inside, now wearing only a flimsy robe. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric, making my mouth water.

"Ready for your punishment?" Mom asks with a wicked smile.

I lean back in my chair, spreading my legs to display my erection. "Absolutely, Mom. What did you have in mind?"

Mom slinks towards me, letting her robe fall open. My eyes roam hungrily over her naked body - full, heavy breasts tipped with rosy nipples, the gentle curve of her stomach, the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her thighs.

"First," she purrs, dropping to her knees, "I'm going to suck this until you're begging to come."

I groan as she takes me into her hot, wet mouth. Mom's an expert at giving head, using just the right combination of suction, tongue, and hand. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her movements as she bobs up and down my shaft.

"That feels amazing," I pant.

Mom hums in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through me. She takes me deeper, relaxing her throat to swallow my entire length. The sight of her lips stretched around the base of my cock is incredibly erotic.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, Mom pulls off with a wet pop. She grins up at me, stroking my spit-slick shaft. "Not yet, baby. I want you nice and worked up for what comes next."

She stands and straddles my lap, positioning herself over my throbbing erection. With agonizing slowness, Mom sinks down onto me. I clutch at her hips, fighting the urge to thrust up into her tight heat.

"That's it," she coos. "Feel how wet I am for you? You turn me on so much, sweetie."

Once I'm fully sheathed inside her, Mom starts to move. She rides me with practiced skill, grinding her hips in a way that hits all the right spots. I suck and nibble at her bouncing tits, reveling in her breathy moans.

"Touch yourself," I command. "I want to watch you come."

Mom obeys, her fingers finding her clit. She rubs quick circles over the sensitive nub as she continues to bounce on my cock. It doesn't take long before she's crying out in ecstasy, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me.

The added stimulation is too much. With a hoarse shout, I explode inside her, pumping her full of my hot cum. We cling to each other as the aftershocks roll through us, trading lazy kisses.

Finally, Mom climbs off me on shaky legs. "I hope you learned your lesson," she teases.

I laugh, pulling her in for another deep kiss. "Oh, I definitely did. Although I might need a refresher course later..."