Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 242: Back Home (2)

I stood there, frozen, as my mother's words echoed in my mind.

"Come, sweetie, let's have a bath together, like the old times."

The warmth of her embrace from behind was comforting and the look in her eyes was unmistakable—a mix of love, longing, and something more primal. My heart raced as I realized the implications. My pheromones, the very thing I had tried so hard to control, had affected her.

"Mom, I... I don't think that's a good idea," I stammered, trying to find the right words. But my mother didn't care to listen to me, she took my hand and began dragging me upstairs.

"It's okay, Nana," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "I know it's been a long time, but we can still enjoy a nice, mother and her lovely daughter relaxing bath together."

"No, Mom, you don't understand," I protested, my voice rising in panic. "I... I can't."

"Why not, sweetie?" she asked, her emerald eyes shining with concern. "We used to do it all the time when you were little. It's just a bath."

'Just a bath. If only it were that simple.' I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves and at the same time wondering how the hell my pheromones affected her. That should have been impossible; my mother's magic and mana could nullify any effect.

"Mom, things are different now. I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Hehe" A soft smile played on her lips. "I know that, sweetheart. But you're still my little girl, no matter how old you get. And I just want to spend some quality time with you."

I felt a lump rise in my throat, torn between the love I had for her and the fear of what might happen if I gave in. My pheromones were unpredictable, and I couldn't risk her being affected any further. But how could I explain that to her without revealing everything? Without exposing the monstrous truth about what I'd become?

"!!!" I felt a shiver run down my spine as she pulled me closer, her breath warm against my ear. "And besides, Nana, I think you need this as much as I do. You've been through so much. Let me take care of you, just like old times."

My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this situation without hurting her feelings or revealing too much. But her grip was firm, and her determination was unyielding. Before I knew it, we were standing in the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air.

"Mom, please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't a good idea–"

But before I could finish, my mother pulled me into a tight embrace, her hands sliding up and down my back.

"Shhh, it's okay, Nana," she whispered, her voice soothing and reassuring. "I know you're nervous, but I promise, everything will be fine. Just relax and let me take care of you."

She planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, her lips soft and warm. And for a brief moment, the tension in my body began to fade. A part of me yearned for the comfort and love she offered. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, steady and calming, as if trying to synchronize with my own racing pulse.

'Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.'

"Now, let's get you out of those clothes." Her tone was firm yet gentle, leaving no room for argument. With deft hands, she began to unbutton my shirt, revealing the bare skin beneath.

I stood there, my breath hitching as her fingers brushed against my skin, sending electric shivers down my spine. Each button undone felt like a surrender, a step closer to the point of no return. My mother's touch was tender yet deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine, as if seeking permission and forgiveness all at once.

"Mom, I..." My voice trailed off, lost in the sensation of her fingertips grazing my collarbone. The steam from the bath was filling the room, creating a warm, intimate cocoon that made it hard to think straight. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, mingling with mine, and it was intoxicating.

"Shhh, it's okay, Nana," she murmured, planting another kiss on my cheek. "Just relax and let me take care of you. Everything will be okay."

Her hands moved to my shoulders, gently sliding the shirt down my arms until it pooled at my feet. I stood there, exposed, my heart pounding in my chest. Her gaze roamed over my body, appreciative and loving, and I felt a flush creep up my neck.

"You're so beautiful, Nana," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Just like I always knew you would be."

She reached for the waistband of my pants, her fingers deftly unfastening the button and zipper. I could feel the cool air against my skin as she slid them down, leaving me in nothing but my pink underwear. Her eyes darkened the moment she saw my pink and yellow tattoo that covered the burning marks, but since the atmosphere was already heavy, she didn't say anything.

"Mom, please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "This is... this is too much."

But she didn't stop. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear, as her hands reached behind my back and expertly unhooked my bra, allowing it to fall away, revealing more of my bare skin. I felt a shiver run through me, a mix of anticipation and fear. But the moment those gentle hands moved to my hips, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, I couldn't help but hold my breath.

'I'm really doing this.'

With a single, fluid motion, she slipped my underwear down, leaving me completely naked and exposed. She stood there, admiring me for a moment, her eyes drinking in every inch of my body.

"So beautiful," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. She reached up, cupping my face in her hands, her emerald eyes boring into mine. "I love you so much, Nana. You know that, right?"

"I... I know, Mom."

"Good. Now, let me first remove my clothes, and then we can both hop into the bath."

I stood there, naked and vulnerable, as my mother began to undress herself. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing the smooth skin of her collarbone and the curve of her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms, pooling at her feet, and she stood before me in her sexy black bra and skirt.

My breath hitched as her hands moved to her skirt, unfastening the button and zipper before sliding it down her legs. She stepped out of it, kicking it to the side, and reached behind her back to unhook her bra.

"Mom," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You're... you're beautiful."

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she removed her bra. As the straps slid down her arms, I couldn't help but stare. Her breasts were perfect, round, and full, with dark pink inverted nipples, begging to be teased.

"Do you like what you see, Nana?" she asked softly, her voice a sultry purr. Her eyes were locked onto mine, filled with a mix of love, desire, and of course lust.

"Y-Yes," I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're... you're stunning, Mom."

A slow, sensual smile spread across her lips as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her black lace underwear. With a deliberate slowness that made my heart race, she slid them down her hips, revealing the neatly trimmed patch of dark pink hair between her legs. The underwear pooled at her feet, and she stepped out of them, standing before me completely naked.

My breath hitched as I took in the sight of her. Her body was a masterpiece—not because I love her but that was a fact. Even in her mid-forties, her body was a thing of beauty. Her breasts were full and heavy, her hips curving invitingly, and her thighs toned and firm. Every inch of her was a true perfection, from her smooth skin to her delicate curves.

'All thanks to that bastard, he did something good.'

Before I was born, my father made sure to provide my mother with the best care, ranging from the top elixirs and healing spells that would preserve her body and youth. But in reality, he was just trying to maximize the chances of me inheriting her magic. When that didn't happen, that bastard made sure to treat my mother as his own personal ashtray, leaving burn marks everywhere on her belly and back.

I even saw him one time when I was just five years old, shoving his cigar in my mother's butt-hole and lighting it with his magic. The pain she felt was so strong, and I still remember the way she tried to muffle her screams, fearing that she would wake me from my sleep.

That day I cried a lot, and a part of me couldn't wait to kill that fucking bastard.

"Mom," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "You're... I... I love you."

"I love you too, Nana," my mother replied, her voice thick with emotion as she took me in her embrace. "More than anything in this world."

We kept staring at each other, my amber eyes locked with her emerald ones. Then my mother leaned in, her lips brushing softly against mine. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant as if she were asking for permission. At that moment, I lost all of my resolve. I needed this, a small moment of pure and unconditional love. The forbidden fruit.

Seeing that I didn't pull back, my mother's kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. I could taste her desire, feel the hunger in the way her lips moved against mine. My hands tentatively reached up, tracing the smooth skin of her shoulders before wrapping around her neck, pulling her even closer.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss, her breathing ragged and heavy.

"Nana," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Do you... do you want this? Do you want me?"

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest. A part of me wanted to run, to push her away and flee. But the rest of me, the darker, hungrier part, wanted to give in, to lose myself in her. Moreover, my new nature as an Arachne was pushing me forward, urging me to take this woman to myself, as I could sense the unconditional love and devotion from her.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible but firm with conviction. "I want this. I want you, Mom."

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