For Mano. 2k word limit.

You found her!?

Zuko's brush flew with fury, the black paint drawing up several peace accords with various kingdoms and people. He only wondered if it was enough.

His inner chamber doors clanked shut.

From a distance, this tall woman was not anybody he immediately recognized, her face obscured with a head tilt. The kimono she wore was ill befitting serious business. As she pushed off from it, the mental image of this warm, motherly figure from his past was shattered in an instant. Was this even the same woman!? Her hair was this... strange bleached yellow color. A color he had never seen on a girl before. She walked with a very pronounced childlike sway, her steps flawless on spiky looking shoes that raised her feet onto platforms, as opposed to how he remembered her, which was a heavenly and graceful, where his mother seemed to be almost floating in her long dresses. Yet, she didn't rush over to him like she were overwhelmed with emotion like he had always imagined. Again, the question of who she was rang in his head. As he stared up to her, only then could he see her brown roots through the silky strands. Part of him was reassured his mother was in there somewhere.

Those golden and welcoming eyes were a familiar blue, her eyelashes long and thick, with purple eyeshadow whenever she blinked, but he could hardly meet them. His focus a little lower. Even lower than her lips, which were oddly large, like they had been stung, and were painted a crimson color that she never would have worn. Zuko remembered his mother's chest as... robust... but nothing like this. The gold trimming that separated the fire red silk dress was bursting at the seams, wishing to be seen, the circular edges of pink contrasted to her light tan skin which gave Zuko a peeking poke of both her areolas that teased the boy harshly; a stirring in his pants. Her ampleness was so that it even cast a little bit of a shadow into her cleavage.

"Zuuuuukooooo~" His name came out in a sing songy way.

Her voice... her voice was wrong. It was the same soft sweetness that he had remembered, but... it was all wrong. "Mother... what happened?" His voice on needles and pins.

"Your father said I couldn't come back until I was better." She then did a twirl, showing off her assets. Ursa remembered thinking she didn't like the changes at first, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember why. Not that she liked to think anymore in general.

Ozai...

His bitterness and anger betrayed him.

Her fishlips flapped as she spoke. "What's wrong Zuko~?" She sounded concerned, but she lacked that light in her eye, that spark - that explaining his thoughts would just fly over her head. "I'm sorry... my Firelord."

He reacted like he had just been insulted. "No! Don't call me that!" He rose to meet her, in a manner most dignified of a ruler - but he buckled. Shaking. A moment ago he thought himself a king. An emperor.

His jaw dropped at her sheer grandeur. Her tall size. Her wide hips.

He was just a little boy.

Wrapping his arms around her was extremely difficult now, as her hips and ass had expanded out, a meatier feel to them, but he managed. "Mother... I've missed you so much." He cried into the softness of her stomach - some things never change.

Her hand fell onto his head, her fingers brushing through his short brown hair. "Oh my Zuzu~, it's alright." He inhaled past his disgust at that name, his grip growing tighter around her. As she sunk down, just above, he could feel her heavy chest nestle on top of his head, an enclosing feeling he welcomed. Without anymore words, it felt like the closure he had always wanted - but her comforting hand fell downward onto his shoulder, pushing him back.

Her one wrist moved dreamily, showing just how deep the cavity of her chest was in comparison to her tits, as she then worked to unknot the sash around herself. Ursa let it fall, and she revealed herself without shame, her hands pressed into her pits for a moment as she uncurtained herself to him.

To her son.

She was large and vivacious. Her nethers were covered in a thicket of dark curls that almost travelled up to her navel. He could even count the sprouts as they trailed off. Zuko launched back into Ursa, taking hold of her mammaries. Both her tits were rock hard and firm feeling melons, each nipple short but obviously erect as his thumbs pressed into them; the size of each pink circle of skin reminding him of some of the bigger gold coins he had tended with. He suckled upon her left nip while he fondled the other, twisting and pinching at the nubs. Ursa's face blushed, a clutched hand of fingers against her face and lip. "So hungry! Just like when you were my baby boy!" There was an excitement in her tone, but it almost sounded like she were making fun of him, but he cared little now as his mouth popped off the tip of her nipple, an aggressive teething to it that resulted in a withdrawn moan from her. Squeezing down on it, or at least attempting to, made him think of them being unnatural, but he wasn't exactly experienced with a lot of women, so they were as good as any other - but only better because they were attached to her.

Zuko was then scooped up by his mother; cradled in her arms. He nipped desperately for the clattering pair of rock-like knockers as his feet swung over her arm, all while a crazy eyed Ursa tried to find the perfect place for him. Zuko was then deposited back into his chair, and her bare knees hit the stone floor without a second thought, only crawling like a bitch in heat a moment before her face was in his crotch. In a flurry of motion, she had his clothes undone. Unfurling it like a gift, an exhale of apprecation left her, as her long pink fingernails sprawled over his stomach, the little daggers sliding cleanly against him, her prints pressing. "Oh my, you've grown so much!" Her eyes got a little bigger than before, looking genuinely impressed at his meager gains through his adventures. "You're so big and strong now!"

Then her features turned into pure wanton lust; as she saw him in full, having risen to the occasion, foreskin peeled back. Zuko sideglanced, as seeing his throbbing cock framing his mother's face as she was making her glossy lips look even more glossy, licking them without any subtlety, was too much for him to process. Her hand hovered around it tantalizingly, as if there was a barrier separating them. Ursa then gripped hold of it, her face diving, mouth open wide with practiced automaton precision. Zuko gripped the rails of his chair, a sensation he had never experienced before. Extremely sensitive, he wanted to bring his knees together or hide, but it felt too good to deny himself this. He watched as his mother darted down on the full length of his shaft without issue. Ursa slowed for one moment, and after a wink, she lifted her lumps into his lap, clasping them, and with a hefty raise, she planted it around the base of his penis, watching himself nearly disappear between the twin set, being able to briefly see himself as she dropped them back down before raising them again. She repeated the act, while his head met her tongue, as Ursa let out slobbier suckling noises that squished and slurped.

She had this starry eyed look in her eyes, proud that she was making her boy react and twitch like this, which only made her get more into it and hornier than before, her inner thighs running with streaks that quickly dried, as her enthusiastic reaction to sucking him was just as loud as her actual blowing. "RHMPH! HRMPH! HMPH!" Her mouth formed the perfect vortex, as her jaw and mouth moved almost independently from her face, and her blue eyes would hit the ceiling, almost becoming pure white.

His feet shot forward, sending him back into his desk; ink spilled and scrolls rolled. A gusher hit the inside of her mouth. Like stones, her tits fell from off the top of his knees as Ursa cradled his balls, her face swishing from side to side, as Ursa silently sucked off her son, the taste of urine contained underneath the hood of his skin not bothering her in the slightest.

*POP* Cheeks puffed out and filled with his juices, Ursa drooled the sperm from her fishlips in dollops and into praying hands held open. Once it was all there, Ursa looked at the mess of saliva and protein lovingly. "Zuko's semen..." Her words were listless, her eyes watered, shimmering, unblinking, as she stared into the white puddle. Ursa then raised her cupped hand to her large lips, aniticipating the molasses like slide down. She couldn't wait, stabbing her tongue out towards it and lapping it up. "Ah-ah-ah, lm, lem." Which resulted in her getting some of it on her chin.

Seeing the smeary face of his mother, the makeup on her eyes and lips both running, she had this glow to her that he couldn't resist.

He leapt at her, bringing her down to the palace floor. Her weighty legs were hard to get up, his arms flexing to deal with them. He looked to her for that loving, warm, expression, but instead, it was that of an invalid who didn't know how bountiful her body was, as her tits did not pancake or fold in while on her back. As he held them up, his hands caressed her thighs, and even they seemed to have gotten thicker to accommodate her new bodies changes. Between them was the hairy, meaty, pie, that's mound triangled, but her slit was small and pink. His conflicted mind struggled. This was his mother. Yet, right now, on her back, she was nothing but a common whore - a part of him tried to justify his actions as her being nothing more than that - but it felt wrong. This was his mother. His reverence for her however did not abate his growth - in fact, it made it worse.

Ursa caught him off guard, interlocking her arms around him and pulling him into herself in a way that frightened him. Ursa zeroed in on her son, looking down her nose at him; his face now buried between the hard mountain peaks. "Fuck me. Fuck your mother, Zuzu." His palm pressed against her tummy, raising himself as much as he could get away with under her hold, as his lower half wiggled, he aimed for the warm wetness, and jabbed himself in. Ursa threw her head back, her chin pointed upwards, as a look of pure ecstasy hit her, feeling that tip of his enter her for the first time. Her high descended down, her face one of relief, her voice breathy. "Oh Zuko... my little boy..."

Zuko began in earnest, slipping and sliding into her. "I'm not... a... boy..." There was more of a force now from him, but her breasts had a hard time shifting against his waves, a stiffness to them as it took a lot out of her to get them to swing in response to his thrusts. He tried not to think of Mai. Or Katara. Or Toph. Or any other girl or woman that had been in his life previously. Ursa was all he needed.

"Then what are you~?" She cooed into his ear.

"I'm... I'm the only man in your life." He slammed into her to punctuate his point. "Got it?"

"I didn't know my son could be so demanding! Very well..." She spoke with a lightheartedness.

Zuko didn't last long. His spine arched as he clenched all over. "I LOVE YOU, URSA!" His inexperienced hips beat into her, erupting into his mother with abandon.

"Yes, love your mother, Zuko. Love your mother!" She cried out, her fingers clawing, but instinctually knowing not scratch her son, as she could never do that to him. Her insides swelled from love and lust, watching him wince painfully, eyes shut, and his humps more timid than the last. Her large lips puckered like a heart. "Oh Zuzu..." Her voice trailed after her orgasmic high, rubbing down the sweating back of her son, her lover...

Collapsing, he snuggled against her, and they laid together like that for what seemed forever, body to body, as Zuko naturally fell from her, now shrunken. Zuko picked himself up and off her, but Ursa called to him. "Zuko! Look what you did!" She giggled with a high pitched stupidity, as she spread open her now glistening pussylips with her ring and middle finger, her dark pubic hair matting and running like vines through her digits.

Zuko felt dread fill up the pit of his stomach. "Mother, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-"

"Don't apologize Zuko..." She plunged her fingers into herself, stopgapping his seed from ever leaving her. "This is every mother's dream..."