Maxwell Miller, a skeletal boy

Maxwell Miller took a shower without a care in the world. It was his 18th birthday, though he wasn't planning any kind of celebration.

He didn't have many close friends or many living relatives, except for his mother, since his father abandoned them before he was born. Never heard from him, not even a photo. He thought his mother hated him for leaving them both, and she didn't even tell him his father's name.

He got out of the shower and, as he was getting dressed, noticed that his body was particularly warm. Despite having just showered, he seemed to have a fever, but he wasn't feeling ill. He went downstairs to have breakfast, where his mother warmly congratulated him and wrapped him in a big hug.

"Congratulations, my beautiful little man!" his mother exclaimed happily.

"Oh... Mom... I'm not... I'm not a child anymore," Max said, but without complaining too much.

"Oh, nonsense, my Max will be an adult... but to his mother, he'll always be her little boy... hmm, you smell good." she said, hugging him tighter.

Max didn't mind her hug at all, since he was sandwiched between his mother's two large breasts. At 39, Giselle Miller worked as a secretary and was a total stunner, with large breasts, an equally proportioned butt, full lips, and dark eyes with a certain alluring sparkle.

“That's very nice, Mom… but I'm going to be late.”

“Of course… I got carried away.”

Even so, the hug lasted longer than usual for a mother and her son, but for Max, it was a beautiful gift.

With those attributes, Max couldn't understand why she hadn't found a man since his father left; he'd never seen her with a boyfriend or partner. Her classmates fantasized about her, and even he joked about it on occasion.

Once, he asked her why she didn't go out with someone, and she smiled and said she didn't need another man in her life. He thought it was very sweet for a mother, but for a woman, he found it strange that she didn't have sexual needs.

"You really don't want to do anything special for your birthday, son," said his mother, already eating.

She had made him his favorite pancakes to pamper him while they talked.

"We already talked about this. I didn't want anything, just a good time," said Max.

At that, his mother gave him a mischievous smile that made her look even sexier.

"Ooooh... I get it, my little man already has plans to play with a friend... Don Juan," she said, winking.

Max blushed furiously at such an insinuation, but his body heated up even more.

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just saying that boys your age are crazy about having sex... it's natural; hormones rule, son," his mother said matter-of-factly.

The thing is, his love life was as nonexistent as his father's; the female gender didn't even consider him beyond a hello and goodbye.

The reason was more than obvious: he was very, very ugly, 5'6", crooked teeth, a crooked nose, greasy hair, and a skeletal body. He was definitely a girl-scarer. Even the most average of his classmates already had at least three conquests under their belts, but he hadn't even gotten a kiss.

"No more jokes, Mom. What girl would want to be with you?" Max said sadly as he headed for the door.

"Don't be discouraged, darling. Who knows, maybe things will change starting today?"

"If you say so...bye, Mom."

She gave him one last hug, even longer than the previous one, while inhaling deeply.

"Hmm...you really smell good today."

"Uh...mh...Mom...it's getting late," Max choked out.

"Oh, right...bye, have a nice day, son."

Finally, the thin young man left for college, catching his breath, but all of this made his member wake up.

"Oh...gosh...hmm...my mom has always been very affectionate with me, but...grrrr...she went too far today...but her tits are so soft," Max murmured.

He tried to push away those perverse thoughts. She was his mother, and no matter how sexy she was, he shouldn't see her like that...or should he?