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A Mother's Love	By : goldwalrus Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 13727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Return
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The prince awoke in a cold sweat, in a lone circle of light amidst the sea of darkness, panting and on his hands and knees as if in prostration. He recalled the recent events with uncertain clarity, trying to remember just what had happened. He had accepted his fate, that the magic which had brought about his return would fade. But the human had interfered again, this time in a way he couldn’t have expected. When they reached a hand out to touch him again he felt a great warmth inside of him, and then the world suddenly faded to black. For an instant he could feel the darkness swelling inside of himself, as if he were drowning in it, gasping for breath.

When he awoke he was in his own body again, yet different, it was the form of his evil self, no longer in the shape of the ten year old boy he had been. Instead he looked more akin to a young man in his late teenage years, just on the cusp of adulthood, dressed in those familiar purple robes. He stumbled about for a few moments in a daze, clutching at his head in pain. He remembered everything though, his crimes, his battles with the human, the things he had done.

He sat there alone in the dark for a long time, wondering if this was real or just some fancy of his mind. After a while curiosity got the better of him and reached out to touch one of the flowers. He could feel it, smell its fragrance, and warm memories came rushing back to him, followed by a powerful sense of guilt. He didn’t deserve this, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. The black marks that stained his body were a constant remind of his sins.

The old ruins connected the world of humans and monsters, neither of which he felt he belonged to now. Part of Frisk was still inside of him somewhere, but he was certainly no human. And when he thought of his fellow beings, the inhabitants of the underworld, he couldn’t imagine how any of them could forgive him for what he’d done. That was, all except for one of them.

Seeing Toriel’s home filled him with a warm wave of nostalgia, the great red tree in front of the house shedding leaves. He watched a few of them fall as he stood behind it, frightened to even step in view of the windows lest he might be seen. He debated for some time whether or not to knock, gazing at the door. His mother and he had always been close, closer than he was with anyone he knew, even his father, even the other human child from long ago. He wondered if she was even there still, maybe she had already gone up to the surface with the other monsters. Tentatively he knocked, rapping at the door, and thought of fleeing right away. Instead though he planted his feet, and when he saw the door begin to creak open he planted his feet and waited for what was to come.

The first thing he felt was a warm, soft, and familiar embrace, one he had longed for endlessly. The second was the sensation of his mother’s tears against his face, streaming down against him. He opened his eyes to see her there, his face buried into her neck as she held him tighter than she ever had. She was still taller than him even now, her large, soft frame pushed up against him. He hesitated for a moment before he joined in and placed his own hands around her. The both of them stood like that for some time, neither saying a thing, and soon he found himself starting to cry as well.

“I’m sorry…” he managed to utter a few meek, muffled words against her. “I’m sorry for,” he paused, and then simply started to recite himself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated it again and again while whimpering into her neck.

She merely hushed him, a soft ‘shh’ as she petted across the back of his head. “You’re my son,” she said as she dried the tears from his eyes with the sleeve of her robe. “I love you no matter what.” He felt a soft kiss against his forehead, and before he could speak again she had hushed him once more. “Come inside,” she said, hearing no argument as she pulled him in by his hand.

The home was much like the one he remembered, the young man glancing around at the decor. Seeing how little his mother’s tastes had changed actually made him smile. He took a deep breath, and free of tears spoke again. “I don’t think I should go with everyone else, I don’t think they’d want me with them anyway. Besides, who knows if this is permanent, or if I’ll change back again.” He didn’t know what to think would happen anymore.

“Enough of that,” she scolded him slightly. “You’re not leaving me again. Not ever,” she said as she held onto his hands tightly. “I’ve seen too many people go, lost too many. But I can’t lose you, not again.” Her hands clutched at his tightly. “I don’t care if that means coming to the surface with me, or if we both have to stay down here forever. I won’t leave you.”

Asriel nodded softly, her words comforting him as he looked about. “Why haven’t you gone to the surface with them yet?”

She smiled in that way she did. “It’ll take some time to get all the monsters up to the surface. Until that’s done, I’ll stay here and continue to watch over the ruins as I always have.”

One of the pictures on the wall caught his attention and he took a step to examine it, but suddenly found himself weak, stumbling and nearly falling, had Toriel not caught him in time. His legs were like jello, and perhaps he was still more exhausted than he realized after recent events.

“Come on, let’s get you to your room, you can rest and I’ll have something to eat ready for you when you wake.” He was too weak to protest, merely nodding silently as she rested a hand on his back and slowly guided him to the bedroom. Somehow, this felt right, but then the rush of guilt returned to him.

He lay there for a long time, wondering why it was fair that he should be here while Frisk was gone, glancing around the room. It was nearly exactly as he remembered it. Some things had changed, but it was clear the person who had been keeping it cleaned wanted it to look just as the old one had. Though he had tried to avoid it for reasons he didn’t know, he couldn’t put off sleeping forever, and soon he drifted off into a deep slumber.

The familiar scent of baking he filled his nose as he stirred from sleep, and it made his stomach rumble eagerly. Some of his strength had returned, and he could stand and walk alright on his own again. But food would do him good. For the moment and regrets or fears were mitigated by that need, and he made his way into the kitchen to see what his mother had made for them.

His mother’s back was to him as he entered, facing toward the stove, and upon seeing her a deep blush formed on his features. She was naked save for an apron and a pair of oven mitts, her large, chubby frame on display. Her backside was completely uncovered, leaving those plump ass cheeks exposed for him to see, her pudgy tummy filling out into wide hips. And as she turned about to greet him, pie in hand, the apron emphasized the cleavage on her ample breasts. “Asriel, I just finished making this, butterscotch!” she said with a smile.

A sense of awkwardness came over him and he turned his head to the side, though continued to glance at her from the corner of his eye. “Thanks mother…”

“Now, I want you to finish all of this, it’s just for you, you need your strength back,” she told him. Though her eyes and the way she looked at the treat as she set it on the table made it clear that she thought it looked quite good.
The food was as delicious as it had always been, and he soon found himself eating away happily at it. With every bite he took though he noticed Toriel looking at it quite hungrily, and finally spoke up again. “Please mother, go ahead and share it, even if it’s just a bite,” he said, holding his fork out to her, a piece still on it.

Happy to oblige she scooted closer, though rather than taking the fork as he’d expected, she leaned in and ate right off of it with the utensil still in his hand, swallowing down the piece of pie happily. “Mmm… thank you Asriel. There’ll be plenty more for us to share. It’s been too long, I want to do all the things we used to do together again,” she said as she reached out to hold his hand.

“Everything?” he asked, feeling his breathing grow a little heavier as something plumped up between his legs. Old urges from the past arose again as memories of his youth returned. “Do you think we could play our special game together?” he asked nervously, his hand shaking a little as he brought it up.

His mother’s face lit up and she nodded eagerly. “I had been hoping you would ask. It’s been very lonely since you’ve gone, and your father and I haven’t exactly been on speaking terms... “ she said as she stood upright and guided him yet again this time to the living room. Asriel watched his mother’s backside jiggle slightly with each step she took.

She brought him to her old easy chair, a soft, comfortable looking one which she took a seat in, the young man watching as she slowly lifted her apron up to reveal herself to him. It wasn’t long before his mother’s cock came into view, the plump, flaccid, albino colored cock hanging between her legs, as large and thick as he remembered. Though soft now it had already started to twitch a bit as she exposed herself to him. Tentatively he lifted his own robes up to reveal his matching colored shaft as well, it was certainly bigger than when he was a boy, he had nearly caught up to his mother’s size, but wasn’t quite there yet. Hers was still the larger of the two.

The malehood was already half erect from just seeing her as he sat down in her lap, facing toward her, letting his penis lay against hers, feeling its warmth. Her plump balls pressed against his as well, once again larger than his own, the two pairs of fuzzy orbs rubbing at one another. His were about normal sized, but hers were hefty enough that one could fit in the palm of each hand. “You’ve grown up so much,” she said with a bright smile as she looked down between them, the pair of penises brushing against each other.

Those hands of hers rested on his hips, and his own soon came to rest on her shoulders as the two of them worked their bodies slowly, rubbing into one another, his mother letting out a soft sigh as he felt himself growing stiff before long. Soon both of their cocks had grown to their full size, pressing into each other as he ground against his mother’s lap, working, starting to become more eager in his motions. This sensation, he hadn’t felt it in so long. He was about seven inches erect, but at eight his mother still had him beat. “Some day soon you might just be bigger than your mother,” she said with a soft chuckle as she leaned in to nuzzle her nose against his.

The speed and energy with which they both moved increased rapidly, of course the objective of this ‘game’ was to pace oneself, but he simply couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t long before he began to leak, hot streams of precum drooling from the tips of both of their cocks and slowly trickling downward. Whenever the two heads rubbed at each other they would meet in a sticky kiss, the sperm mixing as the increased slickness only made them rub faster. “Mom…” he moaned out, losing some of his composure. “I missed this so much, missed you so much,” the young man whined, gripping her shoulders more tightly.

“I missed you to Azzie. I’m never letting go of you again, I promise,” she told him as her hands pulled him in closer, sandwiching both their cocks between his trim form and her own soft, round tummy. Asriel had lost any self control, his mother holding still while she let him grind and hump against her form, his cock rubbing across hers, gliding over it as he felt himself lose it. Before long strands of cum fired from the tip, spurting out and splattering against his mother’s stomach and the apron she still wore, coating her cock in his seed as one of the bursts fired off against it.

She giggled slightly as he began to calm down after his orgasm, watching as he panted and leaned up against her exhausted, his length starting to grow soft again. She picked up a bit of his cum on her fingers and licked it off. “Such an eager boy, just like I remember,” she teased him slightly, making his face turn red again. “You lose though my son, you know what that means.” Of course he had almost always been the one that lost, the only times he won the game he was sure were times his mother had let him. He nodded though in reply, and slowly climbed off of her lap, instead getting down on his knees in front of her, placing his hands on her thick thighs and spreading her legs apart slightly to get better access between them.

His face leaned in and soon he felt it pressed against those plump, soft orbs, his mother groaning out audibly from above as he closed his eyes and let his face rub against him. The feeling of her balls against his face, it had always brought him comfort, his hands reaching up to hold them gently, rubbing around them as his hot breath beat against them. The young man let his tongue lurch out, and slowly licked at one of them, dragging it up and across his mother’s nuts, leaving a trail of saliva along the way.

Before long the prince was on his hands and knees, slurping away between her legs, letting his tongue coat those big balls in his spit, suckling and kissing at them. His mother’s groans became louder as she rested a hand on his head. “Asriel, oh, I don’t know how I lived all these years without you. Don’t ever leave your mother again, please…” she muttered as she arched her body into his licking, holding onto his horns with her hands.

“I won’t mother,” he promised her as he closed his eyes and dutifully tended to her between her legs, gripping her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into the pudgy flesh. His tongue moved upward at last, slowly licking along the belly of her cock, swallowing down plenty of his own cum in the process. And his mouth wrapped around the head of her shaft, starting to suckle gently at just the tip, his mother’s pre leaking onto his tongue and trickling down his throat, into the young man’s stomach, the son swallowing it down happily.

His mother gave his horns a tug, slowly pulling his head down onto that shaft and making him swallow more and more of it. He had never been able to take it all before, and even now he gagged a bit when too much of it pushed in. “I’m almost there Azzie, just help mommy a little bit more.” He couldn’t reply at this point, too busy swallowing down more of his mother’s shaft to say anything back, but instead responded with his actions, tongue starting to lavish her length as she worked it into his mouth.

At long last he heard his mother moan out loudly and force her cock deep into the back of his throat, making him choke slightly on it. Heavy spurts of cum shot off into his mouth, which he tried to swallow down hurriedly, though plenty of it leaked out from the corners of his mouth. His mother kept him held there like that the whole time, feeding him a nice, healthy dose of her sperm, panting heavily, both of them caked in sweat now from the ordeal. Only when she was done did she finally let go of his horns, Asriel pulling away and gasping for breath.

He was still recovering when he felt his mother’s arms around him again, wrapping about him and kissing against his face many times. He leaned into them and held her in his arms as well, both of their fur stained with the other’s seed. “I’m so happy to be back mom,” he said, crying yet again. “I don’t care where we are, as long as I can be with you.” No matter what he knew he had at least one person in this world who would always love him.
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