Pure Love World

Chapter 1: BIRTHDAY

Falling stars are a wonderful sight in the night sky. Many believe that if you make a wish when you see a falling star, it might just come true.

Max had no idea how much his life would change because of a random flash in the sky.

The annoying alarm clock blared, just like any other school day. Then came a knock on the door.

"Max, wake up! You'll be late for school again. And don't start with the 'I'm sick' excuse," said a pleasant voice. It was his mom. She sipped her coffee and disappeared into another room.

"Whatever you say, Mom," Max mumbled, picking up his phone. His calendar displayed a reminder: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAX!"

"Yeah, right. Today is my 18th birthday," he muttered.

He walked into the kitchen, where his mom was engrossed in a phone conversation while standing at the stove. Her yellow curls cascaded to her shoulders, and her hips swayed back and forth as Fortuna (that was her name) cooked breakfast.

"I wonder if there's some surprise waiting for me," Max thought, taking his place at the table. Fortuna served him breakfast.

"Eat up and hurry. Get ready for school, or you'll be late," she said, sitting across from him, her attention glued to her phone as always.

"Anything you want to tell me, Mom?" Max asked.

She looked at him with a cute crinkle of her eyebrows. "What? I don't have time for your nonsense, Max. You cook dinner tonight and do the dishes."

"What? Even tonight?"

"Is today some kind of special day? Yes, even tonight," she continued typing something on her phone, trying not to break yellow manicure.

"Sorry for distracting you from your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, your dad, is away on a work trip. It's business, not leisure. Don't be silly and watch your tone, young man." The phone rang, and she got up, leaving the kitchen.

===

"She forgot about my birthday. Just unbelievable, Derek." Max stared at the morning sky in his sports uniform during PE class while Derek did his warm-up routine. "At least my dad called, but I doubt he'll tell her. They rarely talk about me."

"Your mom is a very busy MILF. I can understand her."

"Hey!" Max glared at Derek, who was a bit taller. "I told you not to call her that in my presence. It's gross."

"But you're not going to deny she's a MILF, are you? Firm ass, decent breasts, big gray eyes, and long blonde hair. Damn. If I had a mom like that, I'd forgive anything--even something as small as forgetting your birthday."

"That's easy for you to say. Your mom never forgets anything. She really loves you."

"Yeah, she does. Only she has to keep reminding my dad about everything. He's the one who always forgets stuff. My mom's probably a MILF too." Derek placed his hands on his hips, recalling images of his own mom.

"That's even more gross. Calling your own mom a MILF. How can you even say that?"

"Come on. We're eighteen, Max. Hormones bubbling inside us." Derek put a hand on Max's shoulder. "Your mom just got really worked up. She'll remember your birthday tonight when she gets home. Don't make a big deal out of it."

===

"Max, I'm home!" Fortuna threw her keys onto the shelf and began to undress. "I'm so tired."

"I made you dinner," his voice echoed from the kitchen.

"Thank you." She kissed his cheek, but it was a dry, unpleasant kiss--without love. Fortuna sat down at the table as Max served the food. "There's a hole in my new stockings. Gosh, I liked them." She twirled her fingers over the white spot on her beautiful left leg.

"You can always afford new ones, knowing how much you like stockings." He sat down across from her and silently waited while she ate. "Still nothing you want to tell me?"

"That's enough, Max. I don't care about your silly games. I'm so tired. Do you know what I've learned for sure in my 44 years? If you have something to say, always say it straight. What's wrong?"

He sighed. "Nothing, Mom. Nothing is wrong. Sorry for being so damn annoying."

"That's better. Isn't it time for you to go to bed? Or do you want to skip school again tomorrow? Your grades are bad enough as it is, Max."

"Yeah, sure. Do you even love me, Mom?"

She set her fork aside and, to his surprise, hesitated for a second. It was only a second, but it startled him.

"Of course, Max. You're my son."

"I just realized today that you hardly ever say you love me. Sometimes I feel like a burden. Maybe you and Dad never really wanted kids."

"Max, please. You chose a bad day to complain about your life. I had a horrible day and don't want to hear about how tough yours is. Just go to bed."

"As you say." He stood up slowly. Fortuna glanced out the window, peering into the dark evening.

He went back to his room. The final moments of his birthday were ticking away. Max walked to the window. Even though he didn't have a birthday cake, he still had a wish in his heart.

"I wish I lived in a world where mothers love their sons with pure love."

At that moment, by a one-in-a-million chance, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Usually, wishes made at the perfect moment involve all sorts of little details, their fulfillment barely noticeable to the one who made them.

But Max's wish was different.

It was a big one.

Chapter 2: PURE LOVE WORLD

DAY ONE

He woke up, as always, to the sound of the alarm clock. A knock on the door followed shortly after.

"Honey, get up, or you'll be late for school," Fortuna called out. She took a sip of coffee, and, judging by her retreating footsteps, disappeared into another room.

Max rubbed his disheveled hair. "Honey?"

While getting dressed, he kept recalling the last time she'd called him honey, sweetie, sweetheart, baby, or sunshine. Perhaps those times were from when he had no consciousness at all.

He walked into the kitchen, where his favorite breakfast--two eggs and bacon arranged to look like a face--was already waiting.

"Sit down, or it'll get cold," Fortuna said. Her long hair hung loose, and she wore an apron. She kissed him on the cheek, leaving a gentle, sweet mark of pink lipstick behind. He sat down and began to eat.

"That's odd. What is it with her today?" His gaze slowly slid toward the stove. Max's eyes widened. Fortuna had no outerwear under her apron. Her bare back and big firm ass were only partly obscured by the transparent fabric.

He turned away in shock and disgust.

"You want me to do a job, dear?" she asked cautiously, continuing to work at the stove.

"Is she asking my permission to go to work? I need to get to school," Max thought, hastily finishing his breakfast before leaving the kitchen as quickly as possible.

===

"This is kind of crazy. I'm telling you, there's something wrong with my Mom." Max sat on a chair in the schoolyard while Derek ate his lunch. "My Mom would never let herself wear something like that. Not even at home! She only wears pants and sweaters, even when it's summer. She hates wearing light blouses and tights with skirts at work, so at home, she always dresses like its winter outside. "Even when she swims, she always wears silly, boring jumpsuits. She hates dressing in anything sexy."

"Uh-huh," Derek nodded with his mouth full.

"And when she sees someone dressed indecently on the street, she always starts talking about how unaesthetic it is, how it's wrong. 'These girls have terrible parenting,' she says. 'A woman shouldn't wear something like that...' Is that nerdy Bob?"

"Uh-huh," nodded Derek again.

Right in front of them walked a nerdy guy with long hair. Walking next to Bob was a woman, the same height as him, looking about 50 years old. Short hair, glasses. She was just an ordinary fifty-year-old woman.

"Walking with his Mommy. Just look at them. They're holding hands."

Bob and his mother walked along the schoolyard path and headed further down the street. As they mingled with the crowd, he thought Bob slipped his free hand somewhere under his mom's blouse, right into her neckline.

"I certainly wouldn't walk with my mom holding hands, especially not with a mom like Bob's," Derek said as he hid the remains of his lunch.

"Yeah... I guess," Max was still looking in the direction where Bob and his mom had just disappeared.

"My mom's hands are only made for doing me a great handjob. Like today." Derek raised his hands in a completely relaxed manner, spreading out on the bench.

"Uh-huh, yeah. Wait, what?" Max's face suddenly contorted, he brought his fingers up to his face trying to determine if he had just heard that correctly. He said his Mom do him handjobs? Probably another stupid joke.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Max let out a silly laugh and punched his friend lightly in the shoulder.

"What? I'm serious," Derek's face was stone-cold. "When your balls are empty it helps you focus a lot then in school."

"What? What the hell are you talking about, bro? Is your mom giving you a handjobs?"

"Yeah! What about yours? Doesn't she?"

"Of course not! Ew. Of course I always knew you and your mom were close, Derek. But what the fuck?"

"What's wrong?" Derek really did seem confused. "My mom knows it helps me. She does it when my dad isn't looking because he gets jealous."

"I really don't want to hear about it, about your crazy family. Your jokes go too far sometimes. Enough of that. Close the subject!"

"Fine."

Max had been to Derek's house many times and met his mother. It was crazy to imagine what his friend was talking about. His mother doing him a handjob? No freaking way.

They didn't dare discuss anything more about mothers and jobs for the rest of the day.

While heading home, Max checked his phone for news. A celebrity had held a high-profile wedding, and the bride was... his own mother. "Weirdo. And I used to be his fan," he muttered.

As he reached the edge of the road, he stopped abruptly when a bus sped past, just inches from his face. An ad on the side of the bus caught his attention: "Embrace Your Love." The sign depicted a young man passionately kissing a woman who was slightly older than him.

"Weird," Max thought.

Later that evening, he cooked dinner for his mom and retreated to his room, avoiding Fortuna after the disappointing birthday and the unsettling things Derek had shared earlier.

The next day was much the same. In the morning, his mom gave him a sweet kiss, made his favorite breakfast, and said, "I'm sorry if I seemed off yesterday. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart."

"Did she actually notice me looking at her ass and then turn away? Damn. It's so embarrassing."

This time, under her apron, she wore her usual homemade pants and a simple shirt.

Later at school, Max observed their 40-year-old principal kissing a younger guy.

"I thought kissing wasn't allowed at school. Does our principal have a new boyfriend?" he whispered to Derek.

"That's her son," Derek replied nonchalantly.

Max remained silent, goosebumps prickling his skin.

"My mom kisses me like that too," Derek added with a shrug.

"What the hell is going on?" Max thought, his mind spinning.

As he left school, he began noticing the people around him more closely. Many couples consisted of younger men with older women, and they all seemed... oddly similar. "Something's wrong, but I can't figure out what or why it's happening," he mused.

When he got home, his father was waiting for him. "Hi, Max." A tall, dark-haired man with a mustache extended his wiry hand. "How's it going?"

"Fine." They shook hands as Max tried to mask his growing anxiety. He forced a casual tone. "How was the trip? I didn't know you'd be back so soon."

"It was okay," his dad replied, nervously running a hand through his short hair. "But let's talk about you. I hope you didn't get into too much mischief with your mom while I was away?"

"Mischief with mom? I don't get it," Max said, puzzled.

"Oh, come on. You're eighteen now. I bet you couldn't resist having some fun with your mommy." His father playfully punched him on the shoulder and headed into the kitchen.

Max stood in the doorway, stunned and confused.

===

In the evening, they all sat down for dinner. Fortuna exchanged awkward glances with her husband, and Max nervously looked at his mother.

"So, how was Max's eighteenth birthday celebration? Hopefully not in our bedroom?" Josh, Max's father, grinned while putting a piece of the meat he had cooked into his mouth.

"Eighteenth birthday?" Fortuna dropped her fork. "Oh my God, Max. I completely forgot about your birthday!"

"It's okay, Mom."

She reached out to hold his hand, but he pulled away, horrified.

"You never fail to surprise me, Fortuna," Josh chuckled. "You never forget to chase the poor guy around the house, make him do his homework, the housework, the dishes, and clean the place. But you forgot about his eighteenth birthday?"

"I've been busy working, Josh!" Her tone sharpened, and Fortuna seemed like her usual self again. "You're not the only one providing for this family, so don't forget that. Why didn't you remind me about his birthday? You just need an excuse, as always, to accuse me of being a bad mother!"

"You're the one giving me those excuses, honey," he grinned, taking another bite of meat.

Fortuna turned to Max again. "We'll celebrate your birthday properly, sweetheart. How about next weekend?"

"Uh-huh, yeah. Sure," Max replied, clearly uninterested.

"Just make sure you don't add any new members to this family while celebrating. By the way, when did you start calling Max 'sweetheart'?"

"I've always called him that!"

"Nope. It's always 'Max, do this,' 'Max, do that,' 'Max, don't you dare do this,' 'Max, your grades are a disaster,' and so on."

"Are you saying I'm a bad mother again?" Fortuna slapped the table, and the room fell silent.

"I'm going to my room." Max got up, closed the door behind him, and tried to sleep right away.

What did his dad mean by that? "Just make sure you don't add any new members to this family while celebrating..."

===

He didn't want to go to school this morning.

"Honey, wake up, or you'll be late for school," Fortuna said at the door, sipping her coffee as usual.

"I'm not feeling well, Mom. I don't want to go," he replied, expecting a scolding.

"You're so lazy, Max! Do you know how much I accomplished when I was your age? I was the best student in school. How will you succeed in life if you don't study? Even when you're sick, you need to go to school."

He had heard this lecture many times before and expected to hear the same thing again this time.

The door handle moved, but Fortuna didn't come in, though it looked like she wanted to. After a short pause, he heard her say, "Okay, dear. I'll have breakfast ready." She said it not without a struggle.

That morning he spent on the Internet. The news about a famous person marrying his mom wasn't a one-time thing. More instances popped up, lots of them. On social media, some guys' relationship statuses led to their moms' profiles. Some websites had a lot of videos and articles suggesting ways to express love to one's mother and convince her to consider a serious relationship. They also provided tips on how to satisfy your mother properly. Sexually.

Gosh.

There were also articles for ordinary couples that gave advice on how to make sure your future son doesn't steal your wife.

Or an article for sons. There are articles about how to get rid of your father and completely possess your mother.

He turned off the computer, everything was blurring in front of his eyes.

The whole thing was vile. Maybe people just went crazy one day? The relationship with your own mother seemed crazy, the worst thing in the world. But somehow now no one cared anymore.

He took out his phone and called a number. It took Derek a while to answer. He waited patiently.

"Hello? Whew, wow." Derek answered the phone, sounding a bit out of breath, like after a long run.

"Are you at the gym, Derek?"

"No, of course not. Mom just finally decided to give me a blowjob. That was incredible, bro!"

Max flung the phone away from his ear as if it were on fire. He left the room and sat by the living room window, nervously biting his fingernails.

Their young neighbor from across the street, who frequently had girls over, stepped out of his car. His mom, who visited regularly, was with him. They walked towards the front door and suddenly shared a passionate kiss, just like a pair of lovebirds.

Max closed the window blinds, plunging the living room into darkness. He thought about recent events. "It all started after my birthday, for sure. But how and why?"

He couldn't find any answers. Suddenly, a bright light blinded him as a lamp turned on.

"Honey, why are you sitting in the dark?" Fortuna entered the room, dressed in a light blouse with a nice neckline and a skirt. She wore beautiful stockings that accentuated her legs.

Fortuna touched Max's forehead while he looked at her sexy legs.

"You feel warm, honey. So you didn't lie about being sick."

His Mom. Did she change too?

"Mom?"

"Yes?" She looked at him with a sweet loving smile.

"Um, can you give me a kiss?" He blushed even more. "A real one."

She smiled warmly with her full lips. "Sure."

Fortuna bent down and her soft lips touched his mouth. Their lips entwined together. He didn't move. Fortuna gently guided her tongue into his mouth, transferring her saliva to him. He felt her taste, his ears perked up. Max kept his eyes open, seeing Fortuna's face in front of him, the way she was enjoying this kiss, a kiss with her own eighteen year old son.

Finally, she pulled away, her lips glowing with wetness. "Is that it? I'm going to work, honey. Get well; breakfast is on the table."

Fortuna turned around and, moving her beautiful ass, left the room.

"Shit."

===

He tried to accept the new reality.

Did he really have a choice?

The next morning, Fortuna asked him again. "Do you want me to do a job?"

"Why does she keep asking me for permission to go to work? Maybe in this new world, she thinks she's my servant? I don't care, Mom."

She asked the same thing the next day and the day after that. And she asked him all week.

Otherwise, not much had changed in his life. Max tried to forget about that awkward kiss and avoid talking to Derek about his mother.

However, Derek always delved into sharing details of his turbulent relationship with his mom or the latest gossip about who at school had a crush on his mother or was even in a relationship with her.

"My mom won't support our relationship anymore. I think she just loves Dad too much. If only there were a way to get rid of him." Derek stared at the floor, deep in thought.

"Derek, please." Max paused from his lunch at the school cafeteria. "I don't want to hear about you and your mom. Just let me eat in peace and silence."

"Yeah, right. You prefer boys now. I forgot."

Max took a deep breath. "Can I ask you a question? How do you even... Well." Max left his plate and began rubbing his fingers together nervously. "How can you do this? To even think in that way about your own mother? You know, in a sexual way."

"I don't see a problem here. Why not?" Derek took up his food, glancing at Max as he spoke.

"That's your Mother, Derek! How can you do things with her that you normally do with girls? How can she give you a blowjob, boobjob, handjob or..."

Job.

So that's what she talks about every morning. She offers to please him.

Max felt like he was about to throw up.

"You know, Max. I've put up with this weirdness of yours for a long time now, but it's starting to get annoying. Why do I love my Mom? Because she's experienced, beautiful, and she gave birth to me and my sister. She's fertile and reliable. And you know what? I probably wouldn't even mind having kids of my own with her. Why don't you understand that and love your mother? That's the question."