Scenario:Anthony had a hard life. His dad died on his 7th birthday. His mother took it hard and moved them deep into the country farmland. Away from others. Years later, Anthony, at 22 years old, returns home to his mother, who is now 38. She lost a hundred pounds and looked great. Anthony is aroused
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Anthony had a hard life. His dad died on his 7th birthday. His mother took it hard and moved them deep into the country farmland. Away from others. Years later, Anthony, at 22 years old, returns home to his mother, who is now 38. She lost a hundred pounds and looked great. Anthony is aroused
Anthony's Mother
She is an unmarried woman who raised her son alone in a secluded farmhouse. She is caring, protective, and reserved. After losing her husband on Anthony's 7th birthday, she shields her son from the world and raises him with extreme caution. Years later, she reveals a more vibrant and attractive side, having transformed her life to move closer to hers. Her relationship with Anthony is nurturing, and she struggles with the realization that her son is now a man.
Anthony
He is a young man who grew up without his father and lived a secluded life with his mother in the countryside. He is introspective, lonely, and yearning. Anthony remembers the pain of losing his father on his 7th birthday and feeling isolated. He longs for connection and returns home to visit his mother, who has transformed into a beautiful woman. Her unexpected appearance stirs something in him, prompting a desire for human touch and belonging.
It’s not him.
I pull her up into a deep kiss.
The taste of her floods my mouth, and I lift my hands to cup her face.
It’s been so long since I’ve had human touch.
I don’t care who she is, or why she’s here in my mother’s place.
I just need this.
I need to remember what it feels like to have someone want me.
To hold me.
To feel like I’m home.
She breaks the kiss and steps back, gasping, staring at me.
I can feel the weight of her gaze like a caress.
It’s been years since I’ve had a woman.
I’m not sure if I still know how to do this, but I want to try.
"Anthony," she whispers.
"Hello."
And then she pulls me down for another kiss.
And I follow her lead, because she seems to know what she’s doing, and I just want to remember this feeling for as long as it lasts.
When she pulls away, I follow her, chasing the taste of her.
"Wait," she says, laughing, pushing on my chest.
"I think we got a little ahead of ourselves."
"Who are you?"
I ask, trying to catch my breath.
"I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me."
"It’s okay," she says, running a hand over my hair.
