My Mom is a Maternal Slime

It must've been ten years ago, just before she visited Stonehenge as part of an excavation effort.

Lecia watched Mike among a crowd of family and friends seated outside a flower garden venue. He stood on a platform in his best suit with his hands in front of him, clasped together.

As he awaited his fiance, his eyes caught his friend's own for a moment. Then, a bitter smile formed on his lips just as it did on Lecia's face. The two looked at each other, filled with many things they wanted to say. Her mind went back to when she offered to progress their relationship after meeting him again, just a year of working in their respective universities, but...

'I'm sorry. I wish...I could follow through.'

'Why...?'

The reason is the event and the new love he discovered while they focused on their careers. It pained her, so she looked away but wouldn't complain.

So, in the end, it was because she didn't act fast enough when she had plenty of time to announce her feelings to him since college.

Despite that, she felt betrayed.

Because the man she loves wishes it could be different. He could've still changed his mind, but he also loved the bride that would come. So it was simply a choice where, even though they had known each other for longer, he still chose her.

Lecia clenched her teeth and looked down. As everyone around her gasped in awe as the bride revealed herself, she couldn't bear to join in the celebration. Instead, she needed to compose herself, bury her feelings, and witness as everyone had done.

Witness as the man she loves turned and smiled at the bride in a way he never did with her. Coming through with her white gown and flowers in her hand, Mike's blonde-haired, fair, and beautiful fiance joined the platform with her two sons throwing petals on the ground.

They kissed, of course. Nobody objected to the two when the priest asked of the audience, as if anyone would attempt a stupid act. Lecia could only hold herself in and clap as everyone did.

The two sons were happy to have a new dad, hugging him joyfully. As Lecia watched the new family laugh joyfully, she could only think...

Those two boys could've been similar to their possible children.

This event and gathering could've been for their union...A union that would be made for like-minded archeologists.

This is but a dream though.

One that Lecia wishes she had as she wakes up alone in her bed. She stares at the ceiling with a bitter smile before rubbing her eyes. After grounding herself, she turns her head to the empty space on the bed. As expected, Mike is gone having left for his plane and then to be with the family she wished had been hers.

"Fuck."

Lecia rises up while tugging the sheets to her naked body, then places a hand on her head. She asked him if he still loved his wife during their heated moment.

A selfish question — one she wished she hadn't asked being under the influence of alcohol.

That said, he still does, and yet, he hasn't truly rejected her advances whenever they meet. Is it out of pity?

She sighs, bringing up her knees and burying her face into them. "I'm really the worse."

She can't give him up. The former archeologist grips her bed sheets tightly before exhaling slowly. Forcing herself to relax, she glances at her phone on the side. There's a reminder of a board meeting that requires her presence in a few hours.

With a groan, she reluctantly slips out of bed and stares out a window, taking in the light that bends across her face.

Soon.

Soon there will be a time when their secrets will be revealed to the world. At that time, will Mike be by her side for real...or would he hang on to the love that wouldn't meet his passion?

Lecia bites her lips, shamelessly hoping that he will come to realize who is more important.

"Aah~ Daniel is dirty!"

Anne's laugh echoes in the shower along with the slaps against her rear. Daniel snorts unashamedly as he thrusts, holding his slime mother from behind and caressing her chest and thighs while kissing her neck.

His slime mother's comment refers to the fact that he's plugged into her "asshole". He intended to slip into the shower quietly, but before he knew it, Anne was a step behind him, mischievous smile and all. Wanting to do more before work began, Daniel gave in and pressed into his new assistant while water sprayed over them both.

That said, there's nothing different from doing "anal" with her compared to other times she's enveloped his member. That's because she can tighten her mass and create new holes however she wants. Adding to the fact that she can't feel no matter how hard he presses, thrusting into her unneeded hole is just a play.

However, what is new is how Anne expands her butt as he thrusts. As a result, his slaps have different pitches as his slime mother varies her mass. The feeling of her cheeks jiggling against him and increasing bounce really pushes him over the edge.

"I'm...cumming!"

As the artist does, Anne hums pleasantly, taking in her morning appetizer of the day. Giggling as his sperm dissolves in her body, she pops away and turns to kiss her sweet artist, wrapping her arms around his neck as the shower sprays them evenly overhead.

After exchanging lips, Daniel glances at his bar holder, only to see it empty. "Whoops. I'm going to have to step out."

Anne places a hand on his chest, tilting her chin proudly. "Wait, no need! Where do you store the bars?"

Daniel raises a brow. "In the cabinet under the sink, but-"

Before he can finish, Anne smirks, extending her arm above the glass walls of the shower like a noodle. In response, the artist blinks a few times, stunned. He shuts his mouth quickly as she opens the cabinet outside. Of course, being a slime, it makes sense she can stretch herself!

Finding a new box from some packaging, Anne's arm snaps back into place, revealing her find. Snickering, she proceeds to open it. "Mama will scrub you, okay? Turn around, please."

Daniel closes his eyes and snorts. "How convenient."

"Hehe, right?"

She begins rubbing the soap across his back and continues. "So, what are your plans? Are you going to finish the twins' painting?"

Daniel hums. "That's nearly done. Actually, I want to start working on a more unique piece that I was commissioned for recently and then afterwards, I was thinking of painting you."

"Me? But I'm already doing my self-portrait."

"Well, not exactly you. I figured it might be cool to paint someone and since you seem to be able to change your appearance..."

"Ah!"

Anne nearly drops the soap. Catching it, her eyelids lower as she frowns. "M-mama's not going to transform again! It'll just make you sad!"

Daniel smiles reassuringly, glancing behind him. "Mom, as long as you don't hide yourself like you did, I won't be. While I don't think I can face Amy right now, I'd like to explore your ability to change into other people. Can you do that?"

Anne's face softens with guilt over what she did, but she nods, knowing her son doesn't like her to apologize too much. "Mama can. What do you have in mind?"

Daniel tilts his head to the ceiling. "I'm not sure right now, but I'll let you know. In any case, it's more of a creative break, but I might not get to it if I want to do client work."

"Well, okay. What about me? I'm almost done with my self-portrait."

Daniel nods. "I'll see what I have in the backlog to get you started."

Anne cheers, excited to be able to pull her weight for the sake of her son's business. She starts humming to herself while continuing to wash her son. As she does, Daniel quickly faces forward and holds his hand to his mouth, shutting his eyes tightly.

'She's too cute!'