My Mom is a Maternal Slime

It is not.

Daniel takes a deep breath, reminding himself that this beautiful woman is dead.

Anne plays his mother, tone and general presence that he remembered when he was young to perfection. At the end of the day, though, it's a play. Amy is dead, but Anne...

Anne is alive: so unique, loving, and adorably curious. In a short time, he's grown attached to the slime girl. So it can be said that thanks to his star-loving mother, she enabled a new life. As such, Daniel cannot let Anne hide away for his sake. He never asked for this.

With that said, he pushes away from this dead persona, causing the slime mother to flinch.

"Stop it, Anne. Change back," he orders, his voice still hoarse. Tears spill from his eyes, although his pupils are now firm against the image of his previous mother.

At this, Anne pulls up a little, her eyes softening. "Sweetie? What's wrong? I just thought, as your mother, you'd be happier if I came back to you like this."

Daniel shivers, her warm voice opening up wounds in his heart. He grits his teeth, planting a hand across his eyes. "Anne, please...this is so fucked up. I never asked for this!"

Anne lowers her gaze, biting her lips. "I..."

Seeing her confusion and desperate need to understand, Daniel takes another breath to calm his wrecked mind. He swallows slowly before sliding his hand down. With pained eyes, he moves his hand to caress her cheek and smiles bitterly. "I don't need my old mother, Anne. I want you. Please...come back."

Anne's widen and lips curl as she shakes, wrapping her hand over his. She closes her eyes as her forehead strains. If she could spill tears like her son, she would.

She's hurt her son.

Solemnly, Anne reverts back without further question. As she does, Daniel feels her facial features shift ever so slightly from his hand, returning to the friendly form that bears the beauty of his paintings. Her hair ripples until it turns wavy, dangling across her guilt-laden face.

Already, Daniel's heart feels lighter. Breathing easier, he reaches out with his remaining hand to cup both of her cheeks. She accepts it, shivering with shame.

"Daniel, m-mama is sorry! I really did think that things would be better, but it seems I..."

She stumbles without another word, but it doesn't matter what she says to the artist. With the adorable girl back to her usual self, Daniel shuffles in to hold her close, burying his face into her chest. His tears dry up as he feels the coolness of the slime girl's skin layer.

He's still shaken by her transformation, which fills him with so many memories of his mother, but ultimately leaves sorrow when he remembers that she's gone.

Perhaps, things would've been different if Anne had approached him as Amy from the start. If that were the case though, he probably wouldn't have been able to accept the amount of love Anne expresses for him.

With a deep sigh, he holds her tightly. "Anne, I've spent more than six years moving on. As much as I love my mother, nobody should replicate her. It's just too much for me to see her suddenly like that. You played her scarily well too, but I know it's not real. Didn't I say you don't need to compare to her?"

Anne wrinkles with further shame.

"Y-yes," she squeaks. "I'm sorry for hurting you. M-mama will remain Mama, I promise!"

Daniel snorts, then lifts his head to meet her eyes. "It's alright now. You look great by the way."

In the artist's attempt to lighten the mood, Anne breaks into a crooked smile. Despite hurting him, he's forgiving her again.

She doesn't deserve him as a mother or a lover.

Yet, he wants her by his side. She also wants to selfishly experience more with him. Feeling so, her lips edge closer to him. "Oh...my Daniel."

Her soft voice sends shivers down the artist's spine as he accepts her lips, drawing closer and sliding one of his hands down her back. Their kiss starts gentle and sweet, although the moment he breaks away from her, she bites her lips, wanting more.

While she doesn't have physical sensation, her mind desires more of her son's affection. She takes a deep breath before locking herself to him.

He blushes happily and returns her kisses. It becomes longer and more drawn out as his slime mother uses her new trick to push oxygen inside his lungs from the surroundings. As a result, more heat builds between with each passing second until they break apart.

Daniel's cock is raging hard by this time, and Anne knows it too, as her hand slowly moves beneath the sheets to slide his pajamas down. He lets out a hot breath as his slime mother giggles. She feels the boy's thick member rub against her palm, throbbing with warmth and oozing sticky fluid from his tip. It would seem her son is already warmed up.

As for her, she's always ready whenever Daniel decides he wants more of her body. So with that in mind, she slides her panties off and shuffles her crotch closer to her son's sopping erection, which twitches as it pokes against her skin.

With a giggle, she pulls his throbbing member between her legs and guides it into her welcoming pussy while they remain sideways. Of course, this maneuver would be hard without prior positioning from the artist, but as a slime, it doesn't take much effort to open up her folds at an angle. Soon, she engulfs her son in her warm, slippery slit with some flex. Her slimy walls quickly wrap around him as his cock plunges deep inside her.

Daniel groans, sliding his hands down her curves until they grab hold of her ass. He pulls her lower half closer and thrusts himself inside her with powerful motions.

The bed creaks once more.

Shlip! Shlip!

While the familiar wet noises fill the room, Daniel closes his eyes as he enjoys Anne's controlled tightness. The moment he pushes back into her depths, her whole body shakes from the force of his hips. If she were in her base gooey form, she'd have waves all over her body.

Anne moans, not because she can feel her son's thrusts but due to the psychological satisfaction that drowns her as she holds her precious baby close. Her lips part before she takes his face in both hands and passionately kisses him, her tongue slipping past his teeth and intertwining with his.

Daniel feels as if new life is being breathed into him. Just thinking how long he could go without breaking away is enticing and scary.

Shlap! Shlap!

Soon, the artist is panting like a wild animal as he reaches his peak. He pushes her onto her back, and in response, Anne opens her legs more as they transition to a missionary position. She coos at him with love in her eyes as he snuggles against her confined breasts, jiggling in place.

The slime girl wraps her arms around her son's neck and closes her eyes, keeping him locked against her.

"You're so beautiful, mom," he whispers with a hard breath, looking up at her face as he squeezes her soft breasts in his palms.

Anne lets out a gleeful hum before her hands glide down to his back. "Mama is happy. Please, cum for Mama, baby."

She seems to know precisely the right time to say it. Indeed, the artist has reached his limit of holding out. Groaning, his cock pulses inside the slime internals, causing her to squirm in delight.

"Oh yes! Oh, my baby!" she moans, hugging him tightly. She can feel the difference in temperature between his cum and herself, driving her excitement further.

Daniel grunts, keeping his cock fully submerged in her jelly internals until she absorbs all the cum he has left. Once that is done, he comes down from his high and accepts Anne's kiss as she leans forward.

"Mama...loves you," she whispers between kisses, wrapping her hand into his.

The artist squeezes her hand in response while controlling his breath. With a proud smile, he eventually breaks away to rest his head on her chest. They enjoy their afterglow, and no other words need to be said as the lamp nearby shuts off.