You stand frozen, unable to process what's going on.

As she closes her soft arms around your chest, you feel the huge, soft orbs of her breasts squish against your chest. Though she's a little more than twice your age, at 40, her tits still feel impossibly firm as they press against your chest. You can even feel her flat, muscular tummy pressed against you.

"What's the matter baby? Is something wrong?" She asks, without releasing you from her firm embrace.

"Well you're all dressed up." you mumble, unable to think straight and shifting your legs and hips, trying to keep your mother from feeling your straining erection. This is helped by your small size, which of course you consider average.

"Its a special occasion honey! My youngest child and only son is finally come of age." She says as she releases you. You wonder why she phrased it that way, instead of saying you are a man. She holds you with only a few inches of space between you, and you're able to see that the pendant on the necklace is a small shiny key. What this key opens, or if it's some symbol, you can't decern.

"Come with me baby, I have the best birthday present you could possibly get. You have to trust Mommy, but I promise you'll enjoy what I've put together today. And if you follow me you will never have to worry about popularity or finding a girlfriend." She squeezes your arm and looks at you again,