He should make her think she's his mother

Ji-yeon Kim is Edward’s loving mother who had him very young. She is deeply proud of her handsome son and adores taking care of him in every way a mother should and in every way a mother shouldn’t (sexually). She loves feeding him from her massive breasts whenever he needs comfort or nourishment.

He added the bracketed clarification because the app might need the hint. A small, hollow chuckle escaped him at how insane this was.

Then he pressed Enter.

The screen pulsed once, violet light flaring bright before fading. A soft loading wheel spun for half a second.

Then nothing.

Edward lowered the phone, heart thudding, half expecting laughter or sirens or some asshole with a microphone to appear.

Instead, thirty feet away, Ji-yeon stopped walking.

Her parents kept going for two steps before realizing she wasn’t beside them. They turned, confused.

Ji-yeon stood frozen in the middle of the terminal walkway, eyes wide, lips parted. Her baggy hoodie seemed to ripple, like heat haze over asphalt, fabric tightening, shrinking, reshaping. The loose gray sweatpants pulled high and short, seams crawling up her thighs until they became skin-tight denim cutoffs, the waistband dipping low on her hips, the frayed hem barely covering the curve of her ass. The hoodie shrank into a thin white crop top, stretched obscenely across her chest, the neckline plunging, the fabric so taut her heavy breasts strained against it, nipples already stiff and visible.

Her hair tumbled loose from the ponytail, falling in glossy black waves over her shoulders. Makeup appeared, smoky eyes, glossy pink lips. Her sneakers morphed into wedge heels that made her legs look endless.

She blinked once. Her eyes glowing purple just for a second.

Then her gaze snapped across the crowd and locked onto Edward.

A slow, radiant smile spread across her face, warm and intimate and wrong.

“Baby,” she called, voice soft but carrying, laced with relief and love. “There you are.”

Her parents glanced at her, then at Edward, then shrugged and kept walking, their eyes shining that same shade of purple for a few seconds.

Ji-yeon dropped her bag without a thought and hurried toward him, hips swaying, heels clicking fast. When she reached him she didn’t hesitate, she threw her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully against his, her massive tits crushing into his chest.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured into his ear, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of his head like he was still small. “Mommy was so worried when you didn’t text. You know I hate when you travel without me.”

Edward’s breath caught. Her scent, vanilla and rose, filled his lungs. Her nipples were hard points against his shirt. One of her thighs slipped between his legs as she held him tighter.

She pulled back just enough to cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks, eyes shining with pure, overwhelming devotion.

“You look tired, baby,” she whispered, voice dropping lower, intimate. “Do you need to feed? Right here if you want. Mommy’s full for you.”

Her fingers brushed down his chest, then lower, grazing the front of his slacks like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Around them, the airport kept moving. A businessman rolled his suitcase past without a glance. A family of four walked by, the dad nodding politely at the “reunited mother and son.”

Ji-yeon smiled up at Edward, waiting, eager, her body pressed close, ready to give him anything he needed.

Edward’s cock twitched hard against his zipper.

Holy shit.

It worked.

Edward’s throat went dry.

“Mom…my’s full?” he stuttered, the words tumbling out like they belonged to someone else. His face burned. He couldn’t believe this was happening, here, in the middle of a crowded airport terminal, with this girl, this woman, looking at him like he was her whole world.

Ji-yeon’s smile softened, concerned, maternal in the most fucked-up way. “Baby? Are you okay?” She cupped her massive breasts with both hands, lifting them slightly, giving them a slow, deliberate squeeze that made the thin crop top ride higher. Milk-white skin spilled over her fingers, nipples straining harder against the fabric. “Of course. If my baby’s hungry, it’s my duty to feed him.”

A couple of guys nearby slowed their walk, eyes flicking over. One nudged his buddy, smirking at the young woman dressed like a MILF having some kind of public breakdown, short shorts barely covering her ass, top about to burst, squeezing her own tits like it was nothing.