She has no right to leave

Come back here. Come back to me.

You feel it clearly this time: your mind stretches out, connecting to your mother's. Unlike the time with the sorcerer’s spell, you effortlessly bend her to your will.

Your mother’s determined footsteps come to a halt. You can feel her weak resistance, her desire to relive her life--But she turns around, her fists balled-up and her expression conflicted as she looks at you.

“Molly... Please sit,” you say gently, stretching out your hand.

“I don't... I do not want to go back,” Molly croaks, standing still as she works up the strength and anger to glare at you. “I remember being miserable for so long! I cannot--_will _not waste my second chance.”

But her defiance is almost amusingly weak. You can feel it in the grasp your power- fragile ans transparent like a thin sheet of ice.

“Mother,” you call out to her quietly, and her shoulders tremble. “I am the son you raised, and you owe me this much. We need to talk... If you still want to leave afterwards, then I won't stop you.”

And she begins to step towards you. Each step seems to be heavy and filled with regret, but her feet keep moving. Sitting down next to you, she fiddles with her fingers and avoids your gaze. Then she flinches as you place your hand on her shoulder, gradually relaxing as you rub it gently.

“Please don’t change me back,” she pleads, after a long stretch of silence. “I don't want to go back to being... her."

You ignore her plea, lifting her face so that she’s looking into your eyes. “Did you hate all of it?”

You watch her study your brown eyes, your sharp nose, and your bow-like lips--All features you inherited from her. In her current state, you could be mistaken for siblings.

“Yes,” she replies finally, but her words lack the finality they had just a moment ago. She hears it too, and she looks away, pushes your hand away, and adds coldly: “Are we done? I don’t want to be here longer than I have to be.”

You remember your mother comforting you, spending time with you, promising you everything in the world. To the current Molly, those experiences may feel like a dream, and that life may seem undesirable, but she shared real love and affection with you.

You need to understand, that there is no real way to turn back time.

“That’s not true. You didn’t hate ALL of it,” you say.

“I did.” Molly insists with her gaze still averted.

You don’t want to lie to me.

“I just want the truth. I’m not going to be satisfied if you don’t give me the truth.”

“I’m not lyi--”

Remember it all. It wasn't a dream you can choose to ignore, it was your life.

Molly’s snarl catches in her throat, and her fierce look dies as her eyes meet yours. Her eyes seem to twitch, and you feel your magic start to work again.

You touch her face again, and this time Molly shivers at the touch.

“Stop,” Molly gasps, looking panicked as you lean closer to her face. She places her palm on your chest when you claim her lips, but her push lacks any strength. She gasps into your kiss, and you slip your tongue into her mouth.

“You do love me, Mother,” you call to her, gripping the hem of her top. She blushes furiously and squeals as you lift it easily, revealing her full, youthful breasts. You lick your lips and lean in. "And I love you.”

“Don’t call me - oh...” Her voice trails off as you latch onto her breast, beginning to suckle gently. Her hands stop struggling, and you look up to find her staring at you with a lost look on her face. “J-just... Ugh...”

You let her perky pink nipple go, and move to lay on her lap.

“...Better do this properly...”

You think you see her lip twitch with amusement, and she leans back against the end of the cot to allow you to pretend to nurse from her breast.

“You’re being a big baby,” she chuckles after a moment. With each passing second that you refuse to let go, she grows calmer. She relaxes and cradles your face, rocking her thigh under your head. “There’s no milk, you know? It should still be a while before I get married to that oaf... And even longer 'til he manages to give me a child... My memories are there, but it all feels so unreal,” she adds quietly. "...I have a son..."

You release her nipple and smile up at her. “Do you still want to leave?”

"I don't think I can," she replies, furrowing her brow. "I always worry when you go out. I... I think I'd worry about how you're living too much to--" She stops short. "What are you grinning about?"

You chuckle as she playfully swats your chest.

"I was just excited--Thinking I had another try at life, you know?" Molly continues, rubbing your chest.

"Well, you did lose several decades of age," you remind her. "You look amazing."

"Thank you." Molly smiles, and her hand inches down your stomach. "You're not too bad looking yourself."