"Wow, Mom was really pretty when she was young! She looks amazing without glasses," Nobita said in awe.
Riding the Time Machine like a carpet, he passed through a long tunnel of wild, glowing patterns, clocks, and blurry images of past, present, and future. In a flash, Nobita arrived at a mid 20th Century Japanese house.
Wearing an Invisibility Cloak to hide, he crept to the window and peeked inside. A beautiful, naked woman stood before a full-length mirror, looking at herself with pride. Her body was stunning, soft, and smooth, with flawless, snow-white skin that glowed like crystal. The sight was pure beauty, her curves tempting, making Nobita's mouth water.
The quiet, black-haired beauty seemed to be getting ready to change.
Her face was lovely, with delicate features and a gentle, warm charm. She was pretty but not flashy, sweet but not overdone. Her smooth, shoulder-length black hair framed a perfect oval face. Her long, dark eyebrows brought a happy feeling. Her eyelashes fluttered over bright, tender eyes, full of grace.
Her nose was high and fine, like carved jade. Her thin, red lips shone with a soft glow, begging to be kissed. She blended elegance and simple charm perfectly, a beauty with no flaws. This was Nobita's young, lovely mother, Tamako, not yet married to Nobisuke.
The only flaw was her chest. Her full, round breasts stood high, tipped with small, tender red nipples that made Nobita's heart race with desire. But they were just a handful, not yet touched or grown, a small pity.
* Well, the 20th century diet and life were not as good as the 21st century for growing curves. *
"I have a date with Nobisuke soon. I need to look my best. He said he had something important to give me. What could it be? Haha, is he going to propose?" Tamako muttered to herself.
Her cheeks turned red, her mind lost in thoughts of love.
Then, she glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Oh no, I am late for the date! I need to hurry and get ready. I cannot keep Nobisuke waiting!" she exclaimed, snapping awake.
She stood and quickly picked clothes from her closet, putting them on one by one.
First, she slipped on tight, black lace panties, open at the crotch, and a matching black lace bra that cupped half her breasts. Then, she rolled on sheer, flesh-colored stockings, covering her full, firm thighs, smooth, slim calves, and soft, white feet. Her toes were small and cute, like petals, perfectly shaped.
She lifted one lovely, white foot, sliding her big toe into the stocking's tip, adjusting it with her hands. She did the same for the other foot, guiding each toe into place.
She pressed the stocking tips to fit her toes just right. Then, she slid the other leg into the stocking, repeating the steps.
The stockings wrapped her panties and the round, firm cheeks of her butt. As she lifted her legs, Nobita caught a glimpse between them, a soft, white mound with a pink slit, a tiny, jutting clit, and thick, fleshy lips, a burst of hidden beauty. The stockings rolled up her long legs, covering the black lace panties, making her white thighs look longer, sexier, and full of mature charm and endless temptation.
"My mom has the sexiest legs ever!" Nobita said in awe.
* I never knew my mom could be this beautiful as a woman. *
Suddenly, Nobita thought of Shizuka bathing. He often used Doraemon's gadgets to peek at his childhood friend naked. The ten-year-old girl, kind and cute, with a sweet, young face, played piano well and got good grades. A polite, gentle little girl, his future wife, she bathed three times a day. When he used the Anywhere Door, she was almost always in the bath. Her young body glowed white, her small breasts stood out, tipped with pink nipples like grapes, tempting him to taste. Her flat belly shone soft, her navel small and round, her wet pubic hair clung to her mound, neat and pretty. Her soft lips hid a red center, leading to a tight, flower-like anus. These quick glances burned into Nobita's mind, unforgettable and thrilling.
* Does Nobisuke like this outfit? If he proposes, maybe we will celebrate at a hotel? Girls should wait until marriage, but I do not mind. I really like Nobisuke. * Tamako thought, looking in the mirror.
She wore pearl earrings, a white knit sweater, a pink pleated skirt, sheer lace stockings, and white, open-toe high heels on her sexy, white feet.
"Time to go," she said. A sweet scent floated past Nobita's nose as she grabbed her bag and turned, leaving a stunning, dreamy back view.
"Doraemon, where are you? I found Mom, but I do not see you," Nobita asked, calling on the phone.
"I found Dad, but he is sleeping so deeply he will not wake up," Doraemon replied from the other end.
"What do I do? Mom is heading out for the date. If I mess up their proposal and she gets mad, I might not be born!" Nobita said, sweating with fear.
"There is a Transformation Leaf in the Anywhere Bag. Use it to look like Dad for now. I will bring the proposal ring later. Help Dad propose. Adults are so much trouble," Doraemon muttered.
"No choice, I guess," Nobita sighed.
As the sun set and red clouds filled the sky, after some chaotic talk, Tamako pulled Nobita, now looking like Nobisuke, into a hotel, all because of a proposal ring.
Then, Nobita stood stunned, watching through the hotel bathroom's glass door. Tamako bathed, warm water pouring from the shower, flowing over her perfect, white body.
Under the soft light, the quiet, gentle beauty's face was gorgeous, her body curvy and tender, her skin glowing. Naked, she stood in the bath, a vision of beauty, water splashing over her sexy form. Her wet face turned rosy, her full breasts, dripping with water, shone like ripe peaches, tempting and juicy.
Water drops fell from her high breasts, sliding to her belly, over her flat stomach, wetting her dark hair. The scene was like a captivating cartoon.
* Oh no, what is Mom doing? Why bring me to a hotel? Why is she bathing? Does she plan to do something with me? *
Poor Nobita, a ten-year-old boy, did not yet understand adult matters.
Soon, Tamako stepped out of the bathroom. She gave Nobita, her son, an answer he should not know, a forbidden one.
She wrapped a thin, tight towel around her waist, barely covering her. It hugged her tall, curvy body, showing half her breasts, a hint of red nipples peeking out. The bottom just reached her thighs, a few dark hairs teasing out. Her white skin steamed, her face red from the hot water, shyly looking at Nobita. Wet, she looked like a jade goddess.
"How do I look, Nobisuke? This is your future wife's body," Tamako asked softly, her voice shy and sweet.
Her towel showed deep cleavage under her black bra, her white skin a tempting sight.
Red bloomed on her cheeks. She lowered her head, looking bashful, covering her full, white breasts with her hands. But through her lace bra, her small, red nipples poked out. Her long, white lower body was bare, sexy stockings and lingerie hinting at forbidden desire, her role as his mother making it all taboo.
Nobita stared, frozen, unsure what to say.
* Should I say, Mom, you look pretty today? No, that is not right to say to my mom. What do I do? Doraemon never taught me this. *
"Why so quiet? Is this your first time, Nobisuke?" Tamako giggled, covering her mouth. She stepped closer, then pulled off her towel.
In a flash, her perfect, snow-white body filled Nobita's eyes. The quiet beauty bared her sexy black lace lingerie, her smooth, white skin, round shoulders, and slim arms. Her thighs, butt, and long legs shone, still in sheer stockings, her cute feet tempting. Her round, white breasts topped with red nipples stood out, her wet, dark hair between her legs teasing, sexy and bold. Her thick, red lips and small, moist folds showed she was ready, likely excited from the bath, maybe even touching herself before.
"Ah, Ma, I mean, Tamako, you are beautiful," Nobita stammered, his words a mess, his mind spinning. The sight of a woman's body, his own mom's, shocked the poor boy, nearly giving away his secret.
"First time, huh, Nobisuke?" Tamako nodded, understanding.
* No choice. I need to be gentle with a newbie. I am such a kind wife. Hope Nobisuke remembers this after we marry. *
"No worries, leave it to Tamako. For that proposal ring, I will take care of you," she smiled, leaning close to Nobita.
What did she do next?
What did Nobita's young, pretty mom do to her own son?
"Mom, what are you doing? Why kiss me?" Nobita wanted to yell, but his mouth could not move.
"Mmm, oh," Nobita moaned, shamed by the sound.
Tamako pouted, her eyes soft and warm, biting her red lips. Her fair face glowed with desire, her gaze hungry.
She leaned down, sticking to Nobita like glue, her hot lips kissing his cheeks and neck. Her hands undid two buttons of his shirt, baring his thin chest. Her soft, white fingers slid over his skin, her pink nails with half-moon marks tickling him. Then, his mother bent low, offering her son a wet, hot kiss. Her full arms hung around his neck, her slick tongue breaking past his lips, tangling with his, sharing sweet saliva. They sucked from each other like thirsty fish, desperate for more.
At the same time, this forbidden mother-son scene was just the start. Tamako kissed Nobita, her tongue deep in his mouth, her hands busy. They slid from his chest to his belly, then lower, skillfully undoing his pants. She tugged them down, her soft, white hand slipping into his underwear, freeing his hard cock. She held it, playing with it gently, stroking and feeling every inch.
"Like my kiss, Nobisuke?" Tamako asked, her voice muffled, her red lips and tender tongue sucking his mouth greedily. Nobita, helpless, drank her sweet saliva, passing his own back to her.
Unable to resist, his mom licked every part of his mouth, his teeth, his tongue's base. He struggled to breathe, swallowing their mixed, thick saliva.
"Is my body too thin to excite you, Nobisuke?" Tamako stopped, sensing something off.
She looked at Nobita with odd eyes.
* Adult cocks should be bigger when hard, right? And Nobisuke is taller than me, but why does he feel so slim? *
Nobita, still young and small, had a boy's body, not yet grown. He needed a little help from 22nd century tech.
* Mom, how do I answer this? Is she about to get close with me? I remember Suneo showing me and Gian those adult books with stuff like this. *
"Tamako, wait. I need the bathroom," Nobita said, a spark hitting his mind.
He remembered the Anywhere Bag had the Enlarging Flashlight, a handy tool like a flashlight Doraemon often used. It could make things bigger, then shrink them back with another flash. Perfect for this urgent moment. Pure, innocent Nobita, driven by instinct, finally got it.
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