A woman named Ursula and a young man named James were sitting at the table, with a cake in front of the young man. His mother wished him a happy 18th birthday when he blew out his candles.

"Did you make a wish?" Ursula asked him, to which he replied, "Yes, I did. I wished that I would stay with you forever and never leave your side."

James, at the age of eight, watched his father leave their family, saying that he lost his love for them. It broke his heart and his mother's too. His mother never talked about his father from that day onwards, and his abrupt departure and the relevation had caught James by a huge breakdown. From then on, he had been suffering. But his mother had been very caring and more attentive, as she had been with him when he was restless during the nights, and there were days when he had nightmares. At that time, she held him close to her heart and whispered comforting words in his ear until he fell asleep. Despite the pain of his father's abandonment, James found solace in his mother's unwavering love and support.

But he had shaped him into a life of solitude, and he rarely connects to people other than his mother, and it had been like this for years. It didn't mean he didn't have a social life outside his family; he did, but they never last as long as he kept it short. Only Tommy, his neighbour, and his childhood friend had persisted.

Ursula knit her brows in surprise; she said, "I am happy that you want to stay with me forever, but you won't always be Mama's boy. Eventually, you will move out, and you will have your girls to keep you entertained." She said the last part with a mishevious smile on her lips.

This time, it was James turn to frown; he said, "No, mom. No girl can replace you. Your place is always at the top."

She got up and said, "Fine, fine." She ruffled his hair. "It's getting late; you have school tomorrow, and I have an early shift."

She kissed on his forehead and started cleaning the kitchen. He got up and helped her even though she told him not to.

They finished cleaning and went upstairs.
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Ursula was standing under the shower, her naked frame bare and vulnerable. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water wash away the stress of the day. There was something weighing on her mind, and her son wasn't aware of it, or so she thought.

It was about his father; even after all these years, she couldn't forget about the man once she loved and shared her life with. Today, her son--she wouldn't have James as their son; he was her boy and blood, and she took pride in what he had grown up into.

Her figure of 5'10'' was tall and well maintained as she did her daily dose of exercise, with the right proportions and curves in all the right places. She caressed her ample bosom as water flowed down her body. Her hands next moved onto her flat and soft stomach; the morning jog had given her hardened muscles as she felt them while she moved her hands. Next she moved her hands down the torso, towards the vagina, which was covered with the pubic hair, neatly trimmed. The ginger colour, same as her hair colour, was like a crown to pussy, making it look even more enticing. The combination of her physical fitness and natural beauty was truly captivating.

In these past years, she had never seen any man nor dated any. Because of her son's condition, she ignored all her personal desires and only took care of her boy. His childhood had been tough with his father's departure from their lives, so she didn't want to bring another man into the house or his life. And, as a mother, she knew it was her responsibility to prioritise her son's well-being above all else. She found fulfilment in dedicating herself to his care and happiness, even if it meant putting her own needs on hold.

Same like his mother. After reaching his teens, James started helping his mother whenever he could. Their bond only grew stronger as the time passed, and the void left by his father was still there, but James had grown out of the need for a father figure in his life.

At forty years of age, she could still turn the heads of men and women alike; she was walking beauty and grace personified. Despite the challenges she faced as a single mother, she never lost her radiant spirit and contagious laughter. She was working as a doctor in the state run hospital.

The suburbs, they were living in, were brought by both of their money, and while he left, he wrote in her name, and it was the only good thing done.

It was a big house for two, but it provided a sense of stability and security for them both. She worked long hours at the hospital but always made time for her son, ensuring he felt loved and supported in every way possible.

She stopped the shower, and the stream still lingered in the shower as the water dripped down her body. Her soft, cream-coloured skin looked even more alluring and glistend with wetness. Her ginger hair, damp, clung to her skin.

Her facial features embody the classic beauty of Italian women, carrying the richness of her heritage with effortless grace. Her mother was from Italy and married an American back then, later giving birth to Ursula.

Her high cheekbones, sculpted and prominent, give her face a striking definition, and white arched eyebrows add a touch of intensity to her expression. Her full, sensuous lips, often painted in deep shades, contrast beautifully against her skin, a warm hue that reflects her Italian roots.

Her dark expressive eyes, deep brown and framed by long lashes, evoke a sense of mystery, capable of both smouldering warmth and a cool, reserved distance. The slight aquiline shape of her nose adds to her regal, almost classical profile, reminiscent of ancient Roman sculptures.

In all these, there were a lot of men who pursued her, but not a single one made the cut because she had eyes only for her son.

As she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and took a deep breath as she walked to the bed. She sat on the bed and took the photo of her son and herself, which was taken this morning.

James had a strong resemblance to her, with the same piercing blue eyes and dimpled smile. She couldn't help but smile as she traced her finger over his face in the photo. His handsome face and wavey light blone hair, cute dimple smile--everything about him made her smile like a little child. And lately she had been feeling; she didn't know what it was, but there was something in her heart and mind whenever she looked at him.

She fell back on the bed, holding the picture of her chest, feeling the warmth spreading all over, especially towards the crotch area. It was a strange sensation, one that she couldn't quite explain but one that made her feel alive and connected to him in a way she had never experienced before.

Meanwhile in his room, James was sweating profusely as his face twitched repeatedly. He cluched the blankets as he moved under the sheets.

Something was happening to him; inside his body, there was a change happening to which he was fully aware but he couldn't control. It was as if his insides were burning hot.

Veins popped on his hands and face, showing the thick red lines pulsating beneath his skin. He let out a guttural growl as the transformation continued, his body contorting in ways he never thought possible. The pain was excruciating, and he could feel every muscle in his body straining against the force taking over him.

It continued until exactly 12:00 and stopped, and as soon as it stopped, he got up, breathing heavily. He let out a growl of pain and confusion as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

As if sensing his pain, his mother came storming, and as she saw him breathing heavily and disoriented. She quickly moved onto the bed and held him. "Sweety, what happened?"

She could see that he was sweating and his skin was burning hot. "Did you have a nightmare again?"

He held her hand and said, "No, mom. I'm fine now."

She patted his face, calming him down, and after a few minutes, James was then aware of his mother's naked breasts pressing against his face. The sensation was soothing and very comforting as he wrapped his hands around him.

Tears rolled down her face as she thought he might be having nightmares again. During his childhood, James used to scream at night, calling for her. It was a terrible experience for both of them. For a while, he seemed fine, and she thought they might have stopped.

James, feeling the touch of her bare skin, was in another world. James, who loved his mother as a woman, had been developing these feelings for a while. He didn't tell her how he felt about her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hide his emotions. The physical contact brought a rush of conflicting emotions, leaving him feeling both comforted and guilty.

Though he wanted to stay like this a little longer, he was afraid that his mother would find out about his hard pressing boner between his legs, fighting to come out of his boxer.

"Ah, mom," he called out. But she repeatedly told me that it was all right. He tapped her hand and said, "You are naked., mom."

She then released him and looked at herself, but before she covered herself, she asked, "Baby, what happened? Are you feeling sick?" She held his face.

James held her hands, looking her moistened eyes. "I'm all right now. I don't know what happened, but I suddenly felt terrible pain inside my body.

She got off the bed and walked out of the room. Her concern was only about her son's health, as she didn't care about her nude form.

His eyes were quickly drawn to her plump ass, which jiggled by her quick movements and her swaying hips. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for her, despite the strange situation. He quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused on the pain in his body.

Again she entered his room with her med kit, now dressed in a robe, and he was sure there was nothing underneath as he could see the impression of her nipple and the curves of her figure.

She checked for his temperature and checked his breathing. Suddenly, his body temperature turned to normal, and he seemed completely fine. James no longer felt the pain, and moreover, he felt more energetic; he couldn't quite tell what it was, but he felt like there was abundant power inside, flowing freely all over his body.

Once again confirming how he felt, she put the medical kit aside and sat beside him. Again, she asked him to explain what happened. He tried his best to tell her what he felt, but she couldn't understand exactly what happened to him. Though there was a subtle suspicion on her face, she didn't delve into it.

"Are you sure you are not feeling any pain or discomfort?" Ursula asked him again.

"Jesus, mother. If you behave like this, I will feel real bad now," he said, looking hurt.

Her expression softened. "Baby, I can't see you suffer in pain. I can only worry but can't do anything about it."

He held her hands and said, "Now, I feel okay. Please don't be sad; I'm all right now."

She then moved the blanket, telling him to move a little.

"Why, mom?"

"I will sleep with you here tonight."

"Mom!"

"What? I can't sleep in my room, worrying about you." She slept on the left side of the bed and stretched her hands, telling him, "Come, I will hold you while you sleep."

James smiled as he shook his head, not able to believe she still treats him like a kid. He then said, "Oh my mother, I am a grown man now; we can't sleep in the same bed."

Though he wanted nothing more than to sleep with her, but not like this. And if he slept beside her, he wasn't sure he would control himself around her.

"Nonsense; no matter how much a child grows up, they are still a kid to their parents. And you will always be my little sonny," she stated, patting the bed beside her.

James wore a boxer and a white vest; his boner from earlier had subsided for now, but he wasn't sure he would stay that way if he were to sleep with her.

And by the look on her face, she wouldn't leave even if he begged her to. Sighing, he slept beside her. Then she turned to him and placed her hand on his head while she supported her head with her left hand.

She slowly caressed his head, saying, "I will be here."

"Mom," he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself. He wanted to ask why she was so caring towards him, but he felt it was stupid to ask. He tried to do his best to control his body, and surprisingly, he wasn't feeling aroused anymore, and there was only the feeling of calmness inside his head.

She was caressing his forehead as she watched him sleep. And slowly, he closed his eyes, falling asleep.

The next morning, James got up and was now on the way to the school. He came out of his house, thinking about last night. It was a strange experience for him; he thought he wouldn't be able to control himself around her, but surprisingly, he slept like a log.

As he was wondering what happened, Tommy shouted his name as he came out of his house.

"James!"

Tommy and James had been friends since kindergarten, and he was the only man who was friends with James, no other.

Tommy had this odd look on his face as soon as he saw James. He asked him, "You look different? What happened to yesterday night?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't know, man. You seem different, like full of aura."

"Are you drunk?"

"No," Tommy scratched his head.

"Last evening was a blast, and it would have been even more bombastic if you hadn't left early," Tommy said as they got into the car. It was Tommy's car, a burgundy Mustang, which his father brought him for his 18th birthday. Tommy's family was well off, and his father was a realter, and his mother was a commercial producer.

Ursula had left a note saying that she had an early shift and had to leave early in the morning. She left him breakfast, and now he was taking a ride with Tommy.

"You know, my mom was waiting for me. And you also know that I don't enjoy parties much," said James.

"Okay," Tommy replied. He started the car and then asked him, "Tell me, did Cassie text you last night?"

James frowned and said, "No."

"What? I thought you guys were back together." Tommy turned to him, surprised. Cassie was his girlfriend, as they called her, but for James, she was just a classmate, nothing more, nothing less.

Seeing his frowned look, "My buddy, you are wasting your exceptional handsome looks. If only I had a face and body like you."

"Are you in love with me or something?" James asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You know I love you, brother," Tommy tapped his chest, showing the peace sign.

"Gross."

Tommy faked a hurt expression, "Ouch, that hurts, man." James couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's dramatics.

"Let's blast this up, baby." He turned up the music as the bass thumped through the speakers, drowning out their conversation.

After he hit the accelerator, the car sped in the direction of the school.

They reached the school. And as the car entered the school grounds, every head turned in their direction, particularly a certain gang who were sitting in the parking space.

As they got out, Tommy said, "Hey man, look," looking in the direction of that particular gang.

James didn't look at them; he just simply put his hand around Tommy and took him out of the parking space. Tommy said, "I'm telling you, one of these days, they are going to mess with us."

"Not if you give them a chance," James said as they entered the hallway. As usual, everyone was aware of his entrance and was looking at him.

Though James never paid any attention to them. "That jackass, Rick, how many times has he taunted you? I say that we thrash him once. Otherwise, he's gonna end up thrashing us."

"Tommy, a man should have patience-"

Suddenly, he ducked down while walking as he felt something was coming towards him.

And it did. A ball passed right over his head, narrowly missing him. Tommy turned quickly around to see Rick and his gang laughing at their prank.

They were all saying, How did he do that?

Tommy also asked the same question: How did you do that? How did you know he threw a ball at you?

"I don't know," James said as he stood up and turned to face Rick, who was now standing before Tommy.

Rick then said to James, "Hey, you have really good reflexes, man. Why don't you join the team? Stop hanging around with this spoilt brat."

James then moved in between Rick and Tommy. Tommy was a few inches shorter than Rick, while Rick was over 6'3'', giving him an intimidating presence.

James stood over at a height of 6'1'', and he wasn't too bulk nor too lean, just the average build of a teenager. He looked at Rick and calmly replied, "I don't play with cowards nor be friends with them."

Rick snapped quickly, "What did you say?"

"Are you deaf?" James, with a blank expression, continued, "I said I don't associate with cowards like you."

Tommy was visibly surprised at his friend, who had always lectured him to avoid fights. He was now straight away begging for one, not that he didn't want to fight.

Even James was surprised at himself--why did he talk like that? Since yesterday's strange incident, he was feeling different, like profoundly different.

When Rick was about to speak, the bell rang, and the PT came into the hallway and shouted at them, "Hey! What are you still doing here? Didn't you hear the bell?"

Rick clicked his tongue and left the hallway.

James and Tommy also left for their classroom.

Tommy was continuously asking what happened to him, but James just walked.

In the evening, they were standing in the narrow alley beside the school.

James and Tommy at one side and Rick with his gang on the other side. James and Tommy had been lured to come here.

"What the fucks your problem, dude?" Tommy shouted.

Rick replied, clearly he was frustrated, "You and your shining car." Rick had been jealous of how Tommy and James flaunt their cars and how girls pay attention to them.

"What?" Tommy couldn't believe he just said that.

"Yes, give me your car, and I will leave you alone," Rick said with a smirk.

James was watching the men behind Rick; few of them weren't even kids his age, as they looked a little older than them. Rick was a thug in school, having connections with all sorts of people.

"If you want to go home in one piece, leave your car and go," Rick said to them.

Tommy laughed as he said, "Do you even hear yourself?" Why would I leave such an expensive car to you? Fuck off!!!"

James then quickly said, "Tommy, get into the car and go; I will catch up with you."

Tommy looked at him with confusion. "What are you saying? How can I leave you and go?"

James looked at him and repeated, "I said get in your car and leave." His voice was a little distorted, and Tommy's eyes became glazed and his expression vacant.

Abruptly, Tommy stopped arguing and silently got into the car.

James didn't notice the change in Tommy as he was looking at the men who took out guns and knives.

"Are you fucking serious?" James snorted, looking at them.

James wasn't aware of what he had done to Tommy or what's happening to him. Tommy started the car and left quickly from the alley.

Right when Rick and his men were about to go after the car, James moved in front of them swiftly. In that moment, James didn't really notice the changes he had undergone.

James said, "You will have to go through me."

All of them jumped on James at once, surrounding him from all sides. And surprisingly, James didn't feel their punches, and with a reflex, he just swung his hand at one man, and he was thrown away like a ball and struck to the wall, like a ragdoll.

Abruptly, everyone of them stopped, turning their gaze towards the man who was thrown away. Shocked and confusion crept up in them as they saw the man lying there, unmoving.

"FUCK!" One of them cursed out loud and took out his gun and aimed at James.

Rick was starting to panic, and the other guys took their weapons out too. He hadn't expected this to escalate this far, and he was so shell shook with what James did.

"Tell me, motherfucker, how did you do that?" One of the older guys asked James, who was standing still, staring at the man he threw away.

"I will tell you, you shitfaces."

All eyes turned toward the voice, their attention captured by the sight of a man and woman standing together in the alley's mouth. They seemed to be in their twenties, but their poised presence hinted at a depth of experience beyond their years.

The woman was tall and striking, with an hourglass figure emphasized by a leather outfit that hugged her every curve, her aura exuding both power and allure. Her gaze was cool and calculating, her eyes a dark, piercing shade that seemed to weigh everyone in an instant.

James who saw her fell into a daze, her striking figure captured his gaze and her face was like a instant attracting to him as he couldn't take his eyes off her.

The man beside her contrasted her look: simple, with straight black hair that fell just above his brow, dressed in an unassuming outfit of dark jeans and a jacket. His posture, however, radiated strength and control, the quiet intensity of someone who could unleash incredible power if provoked.

Before anyone could react, the woman's eyes narrowed as she focused her mind.

With a flick of her wrist, an invisible wave pulsed from her fingertips, rippling through the air with tangible energy.

The thugs, still holding James captive, staggered back as if shoved by a giant, unseen hand. Two of them were lifted off the ground and thrown against the brick walls with resounding thuds, collapsing to the ground, dazed.

One thug tried to rush forward, swinging his bat, but the woman gave a single glance in his direction, and the bat wrenched itself from his grasp, floating mid-air before snapping in two. The shattered pieces hovered, controlled by her telekinetic force, then launched at the remaining attackers, who scrambled back in terror.

Meanwhile, the man leapt forward with fluid grace, his fist connecting with the first thug who dared approach him. The punch sent the thug sprawling into the alley's trash cans, the clattering echoing off the narrow walls. Another attacker lunged at him from behind, swinging wildly, but the black-haired man barely flinched. With a swift pivot, he caught the thug's wrist, twisted it effortlessly, and shoved him backward into a heap of crates. Each blow he dealt was precise and devastating, delivered with a superhuman strength that left his opponents crumpling to the ground, defeated before they even realized what had happened.

In a matter of moments, the attackers lay scattered across the alley, groaning or unconscious. The black-haired man dusted his hands off and nodded at James, a hint of acknowledgment in his otherwise stoic expression.

The woman stepped forward, her gaze softening slightly as she regarded him. "Come with us," she said, her voice firm yet surprisingly gentle.

James hesitated, his heart still pounding from the fight and the unexpected rescue. He looked between the two of them, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude mixed with confusion. "Who... who are you?"

"We'll explain everything," the woman replied, glancing over her shoulder as if checking for any further threats. "But not here. It's not safe."

With little choice, James followed them as they moved swiftly through the twisting backstreets, their pace urgent yet careful, as if they knew these alleyways intimately. The woman glanced back now and then to ensure he was keeping up, her gaze unwavering yet somehow reassuring. The man, on the other hand, walked with a silent intensity, scanning their surroundings with hawk-like precision, alert to any potential danger.

They exited the city and moved toward the outskirts in a car, where buildings grew sparse and the silence deepened, the remnants of an old abandoned town looming ahead. The cracked pavement and empty windows gave the place an eerie stillness, as though time itself had abandoned it. James felt a chill, but neither of his mysterious rescuers seemed bothered, pressing forward until they stopped in front of a massive, decrepit mansion at the heart of the ghost town.

The mansion's once-grand facade was faded and cracked, ivy snaking up its walls and creeping through broken windows. They led him through the front doors, which creaked ominously as they opened, into a grand foyer that still held traces of past splendor: a spiral staircase spiraled upward, its bannisters draped with cobwebs, and chandeliers hung above, their crystals dull from years of neglect.

To James' surprise, he saw others moving around the mansion, figures huddled together or darting through shadowed hallways. They all seemed alert, wary, casting quick glances toward him and his companions as they passed. His guides led him up the spiral staircase to the top floor, where they stopped at a spacious, dimly lit room overlooking the landscape beyond the town. The woman finally turned to face him, crossing her arms and meeting his gaze.

"We're espers," she said simply. "People with abilities beyond normal human limits. And so are you, James."

He blinked, momentarily speechless, the words echoing in his mind with disbelief. "Espers? You mean... like what you did back there? That was all psychic... telekinesis?"

"Yes," she confirmed, her expression serious. "Each of us here possesses powers that the government deems... dangerous. They fear what they can't control, so they hunt us, force us into hiding. We've taken refuge here, away from their grasp."

The black-haired man finally spoke, his voice deep and measured. "You're one of us, James. Whether you know it or not, that's why they came after you."

The weight of their words pressed down on him, sinking into his mind as he struggled to make sense of it. His whole life, he had been... normal, hadn't he? He remembered moments, faint memories of strange occurrences, things he couldn't explain. His heart raced as fragments of forgotten instances rose to the surface, memories of times he had wished for something to happen -- and it had, though he'd always brushed it off as coincidence.

While James was processing his thoughts, back in the alley where the fight had taken place, back in the city. Men in black uniforms had arrived, moving in formation as they examined the scene. At their lead was a tall, muscular man with a powerful presence, his face sharp and his gaze steely. He knelt to inspect the area, brushing his hand along the ground where the scuffle had taken place. After a moment, he straightened, a faint smile of satisfaction curving his lips.

"Marion was here," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous resolve as he rose, directing his men to spread out. His voice held a commanding authority, each word crisp and clipped. "Search the area. They can't have gone far."

Back at the mansion, James shifted uneasily, sensing the implications of his newfound identity. "So... what happens now?" he asked, looking between his rescuers, his voice barely above a whisper.

The woman's gaze softened as she placed a hand on his shoulder, her face turned serious. "We need to find you father, James?"​