More oddities

Back home, Max, still flushed, couldn't believe what had just happened to him.

"Barbara Olson... kissed me... gave me her number. And how!"

The young man still remembered the pleasant sensation when he brushed against her, but it was strange and unexpected. She didn't even know his name, and today she was flirting with him completely. What made Max even more perplexed was that she had a girlfriend.

Not just any guy, the quarterback and star of the team, a marvel of manliness. He knew they had been dating for at least two years and were one of the strongest couples at the University.

"Maybe that was all a joke in bad taste, but... Professor William? And the other girls?"

Even if it was a twisted joke, he didn't understand why the girls in general acted quite strangely; even Professor William was kind to him.

"I smell… okay?"

Both Barbara Olson and Professor William said the same thing, but he didn't remember putting on any new cologne, and he sniffed his nose without noticing anything particular or different.

"I wonder if they replaced my face without me even knowing… how ridiculous… grrr… all of this."

His strange birthday had fueled his arousal to **** levels. His cock was squeezing him so hard he couldn't wait to lock himself in his room and pace around for a few hours.

"Just a little more… and I'll be able to relieve myself," he said to himself when he got home.

The pain in his cock was too much for him, so he ran down the stairs in a hurry. ****, he opened the door to find something extremely surprising.

His loving mother sat on his bed with her legs crossed, but the most striking thing was that she was wearing a crimson red latex suit with a wide gap in the front and the bottom part resembling a small swimsuit.

"Hey, honey, I didn't go to work today to tidy up. Do you like my new outfit? I bought it especially for today?" his mother said in a rather sensual tone.

"Um… hello… Mom," Max stammered like an idiot.

His lips drooped as his penis nearly tore his pants from the shock alone. He had a hard time recognizing that the hot woman in his bed was the woman who gave birth to him.

Max knew very well how attractive she was. His classmates often jokingly asked if they were from the same family and even talked about wanting to, well, you know. Even so, he saw her as she had always been, to the slim young man, his mother and nothing more…until today.

“Come on, Maxi, go in there by yourself and change that face. You look like you saw a ghost,” his mother joked as if nothing had happened.

When he sat down on the bed, she got up to pick up the clothes on the floor. She bent down, exposing her ass inches from her son's face.

This didn't help his arousal. Max was sweating three times more than usual, unable to take his eyes off Giselle, who was humming carelessly.

"Hmm... mmh... oh, son, you're such a mess. You better clean up your room... maybe you need a girl in your life."

He could swear she was moving her butt on purpose as she danced around like she was teasing her own son, even glancing at him every so often.

This strange situation continued for ten minutes. She was tidying up while showing him every one of her assets. At one point, she leaned in front of him, giving him an excellent view of her breasts while looking at him with a hint of lust he'd never seen in her before.

"You've been very quiet, honey. Tell me, how was your special day? Did something important happen?"

He felt too self-conscious to tell her what happened with Barbara, so he avoided the quick conversation.

“Uh… mmm… no… oh, it was a boring day,” he said in a shaky voice.

“Really?” his mother said, sitting next to him. “I could swear by your face that you had a very hectic day,” she added, raising an eyebrow.

Her words let the skinny young man know that she knew something he didn't. But Max's mind was too preoccupied with his mother's generous cleavage to even think about it. Giselle, excited as always, patted him on the head to calm him down.

“Maxi, I know you better than anyone. I know you're hiding something…just tell Mommy.”

The protagonist brought his legs together and prayed she didn't see his erection. She was always good at getting the truth out of him, and now, with her new attitude, he had no defenses.

"Uh…well, there was…uh…a girl and…and she gave me her phone number," Max said, taking out the small note.

"Oh, how wonderful, son… I knew some girl would see how amazing you are, but… nothing more?" she asked emphatically.

He gulped before continuing the conversation.

"Uh…uh…me too…she kissed me."

"Wow, your first kiss! That girl is a lucky one…Sniff…she must have praised your delicious smell."

"Huh?…in fact…yes…she did!" he exclaimed, realizing.

At that moment, his eyes widened. He remembered his mother being the first to mention his smell that morning. His mother, Professor William, and Barbara Olson. It was too much of a coincidence that three people in one day said the exact same thing.

Looking at his mother, he noticed she was nodding as if she knew what was going through his head.

“You…you…How?”

“How do I know girls were lusting after you? That your scent suddenly draws them to you like bees to honey? About that killer erection you're trying to hide? My love, I know much more than you think,” his mother said, now in a serious tone.

The young man was stunned. Everything she mentioned was precisely what had happened to him throughout the day and was still happening to him.

“Mom… How do you know? What's happening to me? I… I don't…”

“I know; these are a lot of questions, and I'll answer them all. I've wanted to tell you this for a long time.”

Her heart was almost bursting. She needed to know what would happen to her, and now!

“TELL ME, MOM!” she screamed, beside herself.

She took a deep breath before finally speaking.

“Maxwell Miller, you're an incubus!”