Joan took a moment to breathe as she returned to her son. She stood over him, the distinctive bulge in her dress was undeniable but thankfully James' head was pinned back against the bed, his hands gripping the sheets... "Nghh... How bad is it?" He groaned, his head still spinning. Joan’s heart was racing, everything that she could see was superficial thank god, but there was still wounds that she needed to inspect and that would require a better view of his legs. And that would mean that she needed to remove her son’s pants.
“E-Everything looks… like it’s just surface damage.” Joan mumbled, running her hands tenderly across the bruises. Feeling for anything broken along his collar, down his arms her thoughts had begun to wander. When had her son become so muscular? Why was his body enticing this kind of response? She shook as she ran her hands down his chest, over his ribs. A gasp escaped James’ lips.
His hands gripped the sheets tighter. He was thankful for the pain, for the distraction from the thoughts beginning to creep into his mind. That the feeling of his mother's hands running across him was almost welcome. This was not something that he wanted to think about. He pushed the thoughts down, doing his best to focus on something else, like the fact that his mother was a professional. He was in safe hands now.
Joan’s fingertips lay at her sons waist. He eyes glued on the member that had been hastily stuffed away. She swallowed loudly, her mind racing, dwelling on how tight it must be in there, how much better it would be if she just… freed it.
“J-James honey.” Joan stammered, not waiting for a response out of fear that he’d comment on her shaking voice. “I need to look at your ankle… I need to get you out of those pants.”
Just those words were enough to set Jame’s and Joan’s hearts racing. In any other medical emergency that would have been a perfectly normal thing to need to do. But here the words struck with hidden meaning. “Just... Stay still. I’m going to slide them down. I don’t want to cause any more pain.” Joan swallowed again. What was she going to do? She knew that this was necessary… but she wasn’t sure if she was in the right frame of mind to avoid doing something that wasn’t.
James nodded. Unsure of how to react. He couldn’t say no. After all, what reason would he have? He just did what he could, closing his eyes and trying his best to imagine himself in literally any other situation.
Joan nervously reached down from James’ midriff. Her fingertips digging into the boy's waistband, sliding along towards the button that held his pants aloft. With a slip of her fingers the button came free, the zipper beneath it flying down as James’ new member ballooned outwards. She couldn’t believe it, even with her own eyes. She could make out the outline from beneath his underwear, but it was more than enough to fuel her need. Her cock was pulsing in her pants, but that could wait. She needed more. Her fingers wriggled, finding their way towards the elastic on James’ underwear. Her heart was pounding with every fraction of an inch closer they got, until finally she felt them take grip. Her eyes darted towards her son’s grimace, unable to make anything of it. Her mouth was full of saliva as the last of her inhibitions left her. She began to pull, the waistband tugging against his trousers as they both slid gently down his legs.
Joan's eyes widened as the full length of her son’s new appendage became apparent. It was distinctly inhuman, a pink bulbous head followed by a thick shaft. Even his skin looked different, a brownish white pattern adorned its length. But to Joan, it just looked… Inviting.
James tensed, his back arching as he felt a stirring in his loins. He had no idea that his cock was free, associating the sensation with the undoing of his pants. His hands gripped tighter against the bed and even though he was still a little light heading, he knew to fight it. But it was a rapidly losing battle. He could feel the blood rushing to other places, his loins twitching with need. Longing to be touched. He couldn’t let this happen, could he?