"What the...?"
Daniel stares at the digital marquee above the entrance at Fairview Theater which shows the latest movies. Notably, it includes special replays of older movies called "Rerolls". While he doesn't mind watching an older film, the reroll selection is quite...specific.
Now Playing!
Reroll: The Thing (1982)
Reroll: Venom
Reroll: The Blob (1988)
Reroll: Body Snatchers (1993)
Reroll: Terminator 2
...
Anne hums, not as perturbed as she squints her eyes. "I've heard or saw most of these, but I don't rember Venom. Is that old?"
"No, not really. That only ca out a couple years ago."
"Isn't that the gooey Spiderman villain?"
"Yes, but in this movie, he's sort of an anti-hero."
Anne twists her lips for a mont before gasping. "Wait! Aren't and Mary right now similar to Venom?"
Daniel nearly spits out and stares at his sli mother in disbelief. "You just realized that?!"
The sli mother cups her mouth, but from the tone of the stifled giggle, Daniel can tell Mary is the one pulling so control to keep herself literally contained.
Eventually, the host relaxes and allows Anne to cough, deeply embarrassed by the inner artist's amusent. "W-well, I'm not interested! Besides, why watch sothing fictional when you have every day?"
Anne tilts her chin confidently, causing Daniel to chuckle lightly in response. The loving son squeezes his sli mother's hand in his.
"Of course! You're naturally the best, mom."
The sli mother blinks before smiling wide. "Hu hu, is this a mother-son outing now?"
Daniel is montarily confused before widening his eyes, reminded that they're still in public. Luckily, it's a slow night, but he can't be too careful when passerbyers might overhear him calling a girl that looks about the sa age as him "mom".
He clears his throat. "Slip of the tongue. Anyways, how about..."
The artist slows his words as he rescans the marquee, taking in the rotating list of newer movies and their timings. Just going based on titles, he eventually finds one that catches his eye.
"...The Star Crossing Lover?"
Anne raises a brow. "Are you really noting that one to because it ntions a star? Oh please, we don't have to watch anything necessarily to do with space; plus, doesn't star-crossed imply tragedy?"
"Maybe?"
As he questions, Daniel pulls out his phone to confirm. He learns it's a romantic story about a humanoid alien female literally traveling the stars until she has an accident and crashes into Earth. There, she's sheltered by a human male, and love is born.
"The premise seems simple, but it has a lot of decent reviews. Shall we try it?"
Anne hums, moving in close to read on her son's phone. After a bit, she grins.
"It sounds nice. What do you think, Mary?"
The host within shrugs, keeping her voice low since she can't change her voice to match Anne. "I'm down, but also don't worry about , love. This is supposed to be yours and Daniel's ti."
While she says that, she can't help but wriggle Anne's lips. "J-just no horrors, please."
Daniel snorts. "You say that, but I rember a few of your paintings being pretty nightmarish."
The female artist straightens and huffs, looking nearly the sa as Anne when she does it. "Yeah, but those are my horrors."
With her reservations made, Anne retakes control and giggles. "Then, I guess that's settled. Let's go buy the tickets, Daniel!"
The sli mother leans against Daniel, capturing his arm close to her chest. Whether intentional or not, the artist wonders if he'll be able to focus on the movie at all.
...
..
.
And surprisingly, he did.
There was no secret escalation with Anne nor any background couples making unwanted noises around them to spur such ideas. Instead, the movie was engaging enough with a good mix of cody, romance, and...
"How did that movie have so many good reviews?! My first movie and I'm deceived!"
...tragedy. With such similar wording in the title to the "star-crossed lovers" concept, it's not entirely unexpected.
As Anne growls, stomping into their apartnt complex, Daniel follows with a guilty smile. He can't help but find his sli mother's frustration cute, especially seeing how glued to the screen she was. It was so much so that Mary had to take control during the movie just to pop the popcorn into their mouth, seeing Anne was too enrapt.
Speaking of, the underlying female artist takes control with her amusent overriding Anne's upset expression.
"Relax, love! This was a great movie! We need more unpredictability in stories nowadays."
The actual Anne promptly frowns. "But...Ja'na being a planet destroyer was out of left field! Even then, why would she destroy Earth after she rembered her purpose? Didn't Drake an anything to her?"
"Apparently only enough to try to keep him and destroy everything else."
"Also, what were those hooded n standing in a circle around that bound lady? There was no lead up to that scene!"
"H-hooded n? I didn't see-"
Daniel claps his hands, grabbing their attention. "As funny as this is, you two should split if you're going to converse like this."
Anne returns her focus back to her son and harrumphs. "No, not yet! I'll admit the movie was good, but it's so sad! So...you must comfort us! Right, Mary?"
The inner artist coughs. "I an, yes. Mummy is very sad as well."
It's an obvious excuse, but shivers travel up Daniel's spine to hear such familial addressing again from Mary. Now reminded of her ntal changes and reveal, he can't delay confirming such enhanced feelings.
"Er, Mary, about that...I get you have my mom's mories, but you don't actually think of as your son...right?"
Anne smirks as her layer over Mary ripples, turning darker. "Looks like our baby is still confused. I'll let you be in front, okay?"
Daniel gulps as Anne matches Mary's features, giving the artist majority control. Once she cos through and exhales, the ebony beauty closes her eyes and clears her throat.
"Well obviously not, love. Anne is more of your mother than I could be, but even then, nobody can truly replace your genius mother."
She then opens her eyes and smiles warmly. "That said, I rember Amy's experience of birthing...actually, that was painful. I felt her relief and joy holding you in her arms as a baby as if I were the mother. I know these feelings are foreign, but since you're already accepting of two mothers from unknown origins, why not have a human one who already knows you better in so ways?"
Daniel exhales slowly, unable to shake away from her loving gaze. Uncertain how to feel, he rubs his forehead and sighs. "You've really got cornered, Mary."
The artist raises a brow and leans forward with a sweetened voice. "Oh? Then is that a yes for Mummy?"
"I-it's not a no."
"You should be more honest, love! You know...I think you need more comforting. Co with !"
With her hand towing Daniel to the living room area down the hall, the male artist can only follow along. His heart beats while being unable to reject his fellow artist's ideas.
'I can't escape her or Anne...nor do I want to. Still, I can't keep heeding every-'
"Here we are! Just a sec."
With Daniel's thoughts disrupted, he stiffens as Mary lets go of him and settles down on the couch. Once more, he's unable to avert his gaze as she unbuttons her blouse, taking it off ever so casually.
To his shock, they haven't been wearing a bra this whole ti.
She pats the seat next to her with her enhanced ebony chest jiggling nicely in front of him. "Lie across mummy's lap, love."
Daniel raises an eyebrow. 'Sh-she wants to breastfeed ? Wait! She would know now, wouldn't she!?'
Given the exchange of mories, any learning of him suckling like a baby makes him want to crawl away in embarrassnt; however, he instead finds his cock hardening in his pants to the idea of nestling into his girlfriend's bosom.
While her boyfriend stares dumbly, Mary's gaze lowers to the bulge and giggles. "Wow, you rose up quickly, huh?"
The male artist blushes and swallows slowly, trying to recompose himself. "O-of course, how could I not to your figure?"
Mary hums, shuffling her legs. "I appreciate it, but I know it's more than that..."
Specks of white drops soon appear on the artist's nipples, glimring with sweetness.
"Co. I want to nurse you, love," Mary urges, patting the seat again with a hopeful smile.
Daniel inhales sharply. "T-that's um...that would be Anne's milk, right?"
Spoken of, a lump grows from behind the ebony beauty, shaping into a grinning Anne. "Hehe~ Daniel, don't be shy! This milk is different from mine, as you'll see."
'D-different? Then...'
The male artist widens his eyes while his cock hardens further at the implication. A dryness in his throat and curiosity pushes him forward.
Ultimately, the maternal love emanating from the two is simply too strong of a pull to resist.
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