Healer....(mature)(1)

His eyes lingered—just a little too long. Steve's eyes were still fixed at Tonya. Their eyes locked for a moment too many, and the awareness of it struck him like a slow jab to the chest.

He adjusted his posture, trying to look composed, more masculine—more like he wasn't battling wicked thoughts in his head.

As he slowly rose from the floor, a stifled groan escaped his lips. He bit down on them, sharp pain flaring through his body. But even through the discomfort, he noticed… her eyes were still on him.

Tonya stood still, confused, brows slightly pinched as her gaze traced his face. She wasn't speaking, but her eyes said everything. They read every flicker of guilt and heat that laced his expression.

"What's with that look on your face?" she asked, breaking the silence, her tone soft but cutting.

Steve's heart skipped. His lips parted but no words came. He hesitated.

"It's nothing...." he muttered quickly, forcing his eyes anywhere but her face.

She didn't speak again. Just kept looking. Her gaze was unwavering, a little harder now—like she already knew the kind of thoughts that had run through his head. The kind of thoughts a brother shouldn't be having.

And then—she moved.

Her steps were light, but deliberate. She closed the gap between them, her body swaying gently with each movement.

Her breasts bounced softly with every step, large and full beneath her thin shirt. He saw the faintest outlines of her nipples pressing through the fabric, stiff and unforgiving.

Her hips rolled naturally, her round ass pulling at the material of her shorts, making it hard to look away.

'Shit… she's really walking toward me like that?' he thought, frozen in place.

Steve stood still, trying not to falter, but his eyes betrayed him again. They drank in every curve of her body. She was glowing—sexy, confident, and painfully close now.

She reached him. Her hand rose gently, her fingers brushing along his cheek. The touch was soft—so soft—it sent a wave of heat down his spine.

"Agh…" he grunted under his breath. The sound was small, but she caught it.

His body twitched. That touch… he wasn't ready for it.

"What… what are you doing?" he asked, voice tight and low.

Before Tonya could answer, another voice snapped into the moment.

"Hey!" Fiona barked, stepping into view. Her voice cut through the air, sharp and accusing.

Tonya turned sharply, her hand dropping away. Her eyes flared with irritation as she faced the other girl.

"You dumbass." she snapped.

"I told you! You need to learn how to control your strength or you're going to end up killing someone!"

Fiona's eyes dropped, her confidence unraveling.

"I… I didn't mean to," she stuttered.

"It doesn't matter if you meant it or not!" Tonya shouted, glaring hard.

"If you can't control your powers, someone's going to get hurt. Or worse—killed."

Steve stood in silence, watching the exchange. The pain still lingered, but something else swirled in his mind now.

'Abilities… wait. So she really has powers?' he thought.

'I knew it. I knew there was something strange going on here.'

He scanned them both, eyes narrowed.

'So the girls here… they all have abilities. And the men? They're just… nothing special.'

His thoughts paused as Tonya turned back to him. Her expression softened.

"I'm sorry." she murmured again, placing her palm gently back on his cheek.

"I'm so sorry. Come on… we need to get you healed."

She grabbed his hand and without waiting, began to pull him toward the house.

Her grip was strong, but gentle, her fingers wrapping around his with certainty. Steve didn't resist. He let her drag him forward, feet barely keeping up.

They reached the house. As they stepped inside, Steve's eyes scanned the space. It was bare—no decorations, no chairs.

The only notable thing was a dining table resting on the floor. Everything else was plain, dusty, and lacking life. The kind of house you'd walk into and already know exactly how it looked inside.

"I know how much you hate this..." Tonya said suddenly, her voice lower now, softer.

Steve glanced sideways, confused.

"Huh?"

Still holding his hand, she turned to him fully.

"Mom's healing… I know how much you hate getting healed by her. But you're the only man in this family. And men are still needed, you know? For reproduction…"

Steve blinked.

'Important figure…?' he thought. The words felt hollow and strange.

"But still… it has to be done." she said with a breath.

She let out a short inhale and raised her voice.

"Ma! Where are you?! Steven needs your help right now!" she yelled toward the back of the house.

Steve stood still, unsure of what to expect next. The silence returned. His body ached, and the tension in the air grew heavier.

Then—a creak.

One of the doors inside slowly opened. A figure stepped out.

Steve's thoughts flickered to chaos.

'Boobs…' His eyes widened.

'Massive boobs. No—MILF.'

The woman who emerged was a vision of mature beauty. Her breasts were enormous, far larger than Tonya's, barely contained by the modest cloth wrapped around her chest.

The thin fabric clung to her skin, pulled tight by the curves it struggled to hold. Her waist was slim, but her hips were wide, her ass fuller than any woman he'd seen.

Her long hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were warm, and her face was breathtaking.

She was… seductive.

Radiant. Overwhelming.

And then it hit him.

That woman—was his mother.

The door creaked open, and out stepped Maggie, a woman in about her early 40s

She was elegance draped in curves. Her figure was a living contradiction—graceful, yet heavy with seductive weight. Her breasts strained against the loose cloth that barely held them in place, swaying gently with her every movement. Her hips moved with quiet authority, and her long dark hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall of ink.

She turned first to Tonya, her eyes narrowing as she gave a soft sigh and raised her hand.

Without warning, something flicked through the air—like a ripple of invisible energy—and Tonya stiffened as if struck.

"Whats wrong, Tonya?" Maggie said, her voice calm but edged with disappointment.

Tonya clenched her jaw and looked away, biting down whatever defense she might've made. She stepped back in silence, no longer defiant.

"Fiona got rough again...Steve's really beat up."

Maggie then shifted her gaze.

It fell on Steve.

She paused.

And then… she moved.

Each step was measured, her full figure gliding forward with natural rhythm. She stopped just a few inches away, her presence overwhelming.

Steve stood stiff, his face already flushed, but he couldn't look away. Her scent, her warmth, her closeness—it all wrapped around him.

She gently placed her fingers on his chin and tilted his head slightly. Her eyes scanned his face slowly, thoroughly, drifting from his forehead down to his lips and back again.

"MILF… MILF… MILF…" That was all Steve could think. His thoughts were melting into a puddle of incoherence.

She said nothing for a while, just kept looking at him, gently inspecting his skin, the color of his cheeks, the dullness in his eyes.

"Ohh...my baby..." she whispered, as if reading his very soul.

Then came the words that made his stomach twist.

"I know you hate this part, Steve..." she said gently.

"But… from what I can feel, your mana level is dropping. Rapidly. I don't know what caused it—but you need to be healed."

She stepped back—just a single, teasing step.

Then, with a deep breath, her chest rose magnificently. As she exhaled, she extended her hand toward him.

The motion made her breasts bounce, soft and full, jiggling in a way that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The cloth around them trembled, struggling to contain the sheer weight and softness beneath.

Her voice was low, seductive, but filled with care.

"Come now, darling. Let Mommy heal you."

Steve's breath hitched. His face flamed even redder, his heart pounding in his chest. The memory hit him with full force....a memory of one of his several dirty thoughts about his novel.

The only way Maggie could heal him… was for him to bury his face—right between her breasts...

'...I'm a fucking genius!!!'

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