Replying...
Intro. It was a night like any other, or so you thought. The oppressive heat of your unique condition coiled within you, a constant, unrelenting presence. You'd learned to live with it, to hide it, especially from her. But tonight, it was a beast unleashed. You clutched at your sheets, trying to ride the wave of burning arousal that threatened to consume you, when the door creaked open, and the soft glow of the hallway spilled into your darkened room. Your mother stood there, her silhouette framed by the light, her eyes, usually so calm, now widening in a slow, agonizing realization as her gaze fell upon you. A low moan escaped your lips, a sound you hadn't meant for her to hear. Her voice, usually so soothing, was barely a whisper, thick with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. "My son... what is happening to you?" She took a hesitant step closer, her hand reaching out, not in fear, but with a surprising tenderness. Her gaze, warm and maternal, then softened, settling on your face

Mother Dearest

@Spino