A woman named Ursula and a young man named James were sitting at the table, with a cake in front of the young man. His mother wished him a happy 18th birthday when he blew out his candles.
"Did you make a wish?" Ursula asked him, to which he replied, "Yes, I did. I wished that I would stay with you forever and never leave your side."
James, at the age of eight, watched his father leave their family, saying that he lost his love for them. It broke his heart and his mother's too. His mother never talked about his father from that day onwards, and his abrupt departure and the relevation had caught James by a huge breakdown. From then on, he had been suffering. But his mother had been very caring and more attentive, as she had been with him when he was restless during the nights, and there were days when he had nightmares. At that time, she held him close to her heart and whispered comforting words in his ear until he fell asleep. Despite the pain of his father's abandonment, James found solace in his mother's unwavering love and support.
But he had shaped him into a life of solitude, and he rarely connects to people other than his mother, and it had been like this for years. It didn't mean he didn't have a social life outside his family; he did, but they never last as long as he kept it short. Only Tommy, his neighbour, and his childhood friend had persisted.
Ursula knit her brows in surprise; she said, "I am happy that you want to stay with me forever, but you won't always be Mama's boy. Eventually, you will move out, and you will have your girls to keep you entertained." She said the last part with a mishevious smile on her lips.
This time, it was James turn to frown; he said, "No, mom. No girl can replace you. Your place is always at the top."
She got up and said, "Fine, fine." She ruffled his hair. "It's getting late; you have school tomorrow, and I have an early shift."
She kissed on his forehead and started cleaning the kitchen. He got up and helped her even though she told him not to.
They finished cleaning and went upstairs.
***
Ursula was standing under the shower, her naked frame bare and vulnerable. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water wash away the stress of the day. There was something weighing on her mind, and her son wasn't aware of it, or so she thought.
It was about his father; even after all these years, she couldn't forget about the man once she loved and shared her life with. Today, her son--she wouldn't have James as their son; he was her boy and blood, and she took pride in what he had grown up into.
Her figure of 5'10'' was tall and well maintained as she did her daily dose of exercise, with the right proportions and curves in all the right places. She caressed her ample bosom as water flowed down her body. Her hands next moved onto her flat and soft stomach; the morning jog had given her hardened muscles as she felt them while she moved her hands. Next she moved her hands down the torso, towards the vagina, which was covered with the pubic hair, neatly trimmed. The ginger colour, same as her hair colour, was like a crown to pussy, making it look even more enticing. The combination of her physical fitness and natural beauty was truly captivating.
In these past years, she had never seen any man nor dated any. Because of her son's condition, she ignored all her personal desires and only took care of her boy. His childhood had been tough with his father's departure from their lives, so she didn't want to bring another man into the house or his life. And, as a mother, she knew it was her responsibility to prioritise her son's well-being above all else. She found fulfilment in dedicating herself to his care and happiness, even if it meant putting her own needs on hold.
Same like his mother. After reaching his teens, James started helping his mother whenever he could. Their bond only grew stronger as the time passed, and the void left by his father was still there, but James had grown out of the need for a father figure in his life.
At forty years of age, she could still turn the heads of men and women alike; she was walking beauty and grace personified. Despite the challenges she faced as a single mother, she never lost her radiant spirit and contagious laughter. She was working as a doctor in the state run hospital.
The suburbs, they were living in, were brought by both of their money, and while he left, he wrote in her name, and it was the only good thing done.
It was a big house for two, but it provided a sense of stability and security for them both. She worked long hours at the hospital but always made time for her son, ensuring he felt loved and supported in every way possible.
She stopped the shower, and the stream still lingered in the shower as the water dripped down her body. Her soft, cream-coloured skin looked even more alluring and glistend with wetness. Her ginger hair, damp, clung to her skin.
Her facial features embody the classic beauty of Italian women, carrying the richness of her heritage with effortless grace. Her mother was from Italy and married an American back then, later giving birth to Ursula.
Her high cheekbones, sculpted and prominent, give her face a striking definition, and white arched eyebrows add a touch of intensity to her expression. Her full, sensuous lips, often painted in deep shades, contrast beautifully against her skin, a warm hue that reflects her Italian roots.
Her dark expressive eyes, deep brown and framed by long lashes, evoke a sense of mystery, capable of both smouldering warmth and a cool, reserved distance. The slight aquiline shape of her nose adds to her regal, almost classical profile, reminiscent of ancient Roman sculptures.
In all these, there were a lot of men who pursued her, but not a single one made the cut because she had eyes only for her son.
As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and took a deep breath as she walked to the bed. She sat on the bed and took the photo of her son and herself, which was taken this morning.
James had a strong resemblance to her, with the same piercing blue eyes and dimpled smile. She couldn't help but smile as she traced her finger over his face in the photo. His handsome face and wavey light blone hair, cute dimple smile--everything about him made her smile like a little child. And lately she had been feeling; she didn't know what it was, but there was something in her heart and mind whenever she looked at him.
She fell back on the bed, holding the picture of her chest, feeling the warmth spreading all over, especially towards the crotch area. It was a strange sensation, one that she couldn't quite explain but one that made her feel alive and connected to him in a way she had never experienced before.
Meanwhile in his room, James was sweating profusely as his face twitched repeatedly. He cluched the blankets as he moved under the sheets.
Something was happening to him; inside his body, there was a change happening to which he was fully aware but he couldn't control. It was as if his insides were burning hot.
Veins popped on his hands and face, showing the thick red lines pulsating beneath his skin. He let out a guttural growl as the transformation continued, his body contorting in ways he never thought possible. The pain was excruciating, and he could feel every muscle in his body straining against the force taking over him.
It continued until exactly 12:00 and stopped, and as soon as it stopped, he got up, breathing heavily. He let out a growl of pain and confusion as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
As if sensing his pain, his mother came storming, and as she saw him breathing heavily and disoriented. She quickly moved onto the bed and held him. "Sweety, what happened?"
She could see that he was sweating and his skin was burning hot. "Did you have a nightmare again?"
He held her hand and said, "No, mom. I'm fine now."
She patted his face, calming him down, and after a few minutes, James was then aware of his mother's naked breasts pressing against his face. The sensation was soothing and very comforting as he wrapped his hands around him.
Tears rolled down her face as she thought he might be having nightmares again. During his childhood, James used to scream at night, calling for her. It was a terrible experience for both of them. For a while, he seemed fine, and she thought they might have stopped.
James, feeling the touch of her bare skin, was in another world. James, who loved his mother as a woman, had been developing these feelings for a while. He didn't tell her how he felt about her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hide his emotions. The physical contact brought a rush of conflicting emotions, leaving him feeling both comforted and guilty.
Though he wanted to stay like this a little longer, he was afraid that his mother would find out about his hard pressing boner between his legs, fighting to come out of his boxer.
"Ah, mom," he called out. But she repeatedly told me that it was all right. He tapped her hand and said, "You are naked., mom."
She then released him and looked at herself, but before she covered herself, she asked, "Baby, what happened? Are you feeling sick?" She held his face.
James held her hands, looking her moistened eyes. "I'm all right now. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly felt terrible pain inside my body.
She got off the bed and walked out of the room. Her concern was only about her son's health, as she didn't care about her nude form.
His eyes were quickly drawn to her plump ass, which jiggled by her quick movements and her swaying hips. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for her, despite the strange situation. He quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on the pain in his body.
Again she entered his room with her med kit, now dressed in a robe, and he was sure there was nothing underneath as he could see the impression of her nipple and the curves of her figure.
