It was in the evening, almost a week after her infection, when Mother finally came out of her room. I had been out and about all afternoon, buying groceries and other needful things, and got home probably about 7 or so. Right about sunset. A sunburst of pale pink stretched across the sky, and pale stars were already peeking out of a canvas of deep purple. The house was entirely too quiet when I stepped inside. The silence was deafening. The crunching of the grocery sacks seemed to echo throughout the house.
I figured my brother was out somewhere. I feared at Mrs. Bickers. Mom must have been still been upstairs. I took it almost as a matter of course, she had been up there for so long. I began to empty the sacks, a weariness sinking into me. How much longer would this last? This abysmal nightmare of strange behavior was weighing upon me heavier and heavier everyday - especially since I had no one to turn to. Except that crazy professor. I hunched over and began to restock the refrigerator. As I was sliding in the milk and such, I suddenly heard a clear, sparkling voice behind me. It startled me in the quiet and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Hey, there pumpkin! How wonderful of you!"
It was Mom. I slowly turned around, having no idea of what to expect.
A lump jumped to my throat. My mother stood before me in the kitchen, dressed only in black Bra and Panties, melding tight and smooth against her pale flesh. Her new body seemed to glow, her stomach muscles stood out, hard and strong as steel. Her black hair tumbled and rippled down her soft pale shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes shown out brighter than usual, their color deepened and twinkling with fire and intensity. Her new breasts still defied gravity, gigantic, lush, just aching to be squeezed. Freckles highlighted their quivering magnificence - a soft plenty of succulent flesh, sexy but still maternal and blasting my senses with symbolic fertility, screaming to be nursed by children - or a lover. My penis jutted against my pants, making me wince in pain.
"I'm glad you've decided to take up your responsibilities and become the man of the house." She winked. "Here let me help you." She picked up some other items from their bags, and began to place them into the fridge. She slid up next to me, and I felt her soft skin gently tease my own. She moved the side of her hips back and forth against me as she put the groceries inside, rubbing herself against me like a cat waiting to be petted. Her scent, not perfume but the warm, hypnotic maternal scent of her skin multiplied by a thousand, began to beat against my nostrils in a wave. I had never smelled anything like it before. Probably not since I suckled at her breasts in childhood. She was looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, smiling. She knew the effect she was having on me, and was enjoying it. She was playing with me, like a cat plays with a mouse. My hard-on pressed against my pants, screaming in agony for release into the air. She was still smiling at me.
She placed the last items into the fridge, then turned around and faced me. She leaned in, pressing her warm body against me. Those incredible, indescribable breast pressed into my chest, the only thing separating me from her luscious nipples was a thin piece of black fabric. Her breath was slow and languorous. It smelled sweet as she leaned in closer to me.
"Thank you so much for taking care of me. I don't know what I would do without you, love. The last few days have been so very strange and painful, but everything is alright now. I"m just so incredibly thankful that you are here....with me."
She smiled again and gently took my hands into her own. Her long fingers danced through mine as she played with them. "I love you so very much. You are everything I care for in the world - my first baby. My first born son. You and I have a very special bond." A hand came up and began to caress my cheek, light as a cool breeze. "We have a very special love. You are the first fruit of your daddy and mine's love. You are the first human being that I created in my womb... brought into the world... and nursed at my breast. You are part of me." Her eyes seemed to glow in their intensity. She began to inch her face closer and closer to mine. Her eyes filled my senses and became my world, my universe. I could feel her breath tickled the hairs on my face. The soft petals of her lips brushed against my ear with tenderness. "Flesh of my flesh." I felt her nipples harden underneath her bra and ripple against my chest. "I want us to become one again." Her breath burned, pouring into my ear as her lips caressed it with hunger. I felt her move against me as she began to unsnap her bra.
I looked down towards her breasts. I stared in wonder as she yanked off her bra and tossed it across the kitchen. The beautiful motherly flesh consumed my vision, possessing my brain. Her breasts filled my brain with damnable thoughts and the sweet scent of her skin stabbed my nostrils. Her body wrapped my nose in its scent - musky, sweet, indescribable.
My mouth flooded with saliva as I stared at her long nipples, already swollen with heat. Suddenly, she tossed her head back, laughing, her hair playing about her face.
It was the face of Mother. All but her eyes. There was a hard light burning from behind her pupils, hard as flint. Her eyebrows, their dark hair all merged together into one long ridge, arched seductively. It was the most horrible thing - as if some demon wore my mother's face as a mask, and I could feel it's presence beneath the skin. Her pouting lips smiled with a mixture of motherly love and lust, a god awful mixture. She smiled and her tongue rolled over her teeth.
"Do you want to feel them?" She thrust them towards me and pressed herself into my chest. So warm and soft. Her nipples tickled mine through the fabric of my shirt. I felt her hands take mine and bring them up to her bosom.
"Please, Mom, Please don't...." I whispered.
"Shhhhh...don't be shy. Feel them." She squeezed my hands around the perfect globes. Her fingers massaged my fingers into her flesh. They were soft and lush. She took my thumbs and began to trace circles around her areola. I watched in wonder as pressure seemed to build behind her pink nubs, stretching them to the breaking point. A moan welled up in the bottom of her throat. Her cold eyes stared at me as she continued to move my thumbs around and around. Her breath tickled my face. The heat burned the hairs on my face. She smiled and leaned forward to press her lips to mine. She ground them against me, her tongue stabbing into my mouth. Her breath exploded with volcanic heat into me, consuming every rational thought like tinder. I began to kiss her back, my own hunger attacking her mouth with a savage need.
Her hands dropped my own, and she wrapped her arms tight around me, holding me in a grip of steel. Demonic strength seethed through her small, soft body. Her nails, longer than I remember, raked at the shirt I was wearing, digging into my skin. I didn't notice the cloth ripping under her attack, not till much later. I felt the sharp sting of her nails as she pressed them into me, tugging at my body. She held me trapped together in our unholy embrace. As her tongue and lips explored every inch of my mouth and face, her hands began to work their way down to pants. I heard my pants zipper as she yanked it at it. What was happening to us. What was I doing! I began to pull my face away from her, my rational thought desperately beat against my head, fighting against the evil stirring in my loins.
