Maggie (Patreon)

"Where are her organs?"

God, I almost died of embarrassment when my mother discovered my fetish drawings. But more embarrassment gave me her flushed face, her expression betrayed excitement, a lady at her age being excited by a drawing of mine.

I was used to things like that, as a child the men in my neighborhood always asked me about my mother and her legs. She was not bothered by compliments and compliments, however rude some have been. She was always a woman with great self-esteem, until the age benefited her.

The last time I saw her I was traveling in Europe with my boyfriend, we met at the university, my mother liked me a lot from the first moment.

She is usually very gossipy, and I comment on my strange drawings to him, especially those drawings on women with the head directly connected to the legs. At first he treated me crazy but ended up accepting it, and even asked for the blessing to marry me.

That made me the happiest boy in the world, and we celebrated with the trip just mentioned.

But I was worried for days because she did not answer my calls, also in her networks she only took photos of her legs, the last one was she in a dressing gown, ready for surgery.

We were on the return flight, when in her instagram profile she took this photo, with more than 5000 likes. There she commented that she decided to do this aesthetic operation on her body inspired by the art of her son, that is me. And that she dedicated it to me and my future husband.

"This crazy" I thought, but the comments were full of people congratulating her, some fans of her wanted to know about me, they wanted to know what other kinds of changes I have drawn and how I could inspire them to modify their bodies just like my mother.

"I have released a monster," I said.

Accept the change, but I still feel guilty, sometimes I think I really have some psychological problem, so I postponed my wedding and went to therapy. In the first session, my psychologist told me that there are people with the same situation, and that is why I am here, in this group of children of peculiar mothers.