Dance Dance Revolution

Dance Dance Revolution. A rhythm game, where you step with your feet unto buttons corresponding to prompts on a screen, imitating dancing to the beat. Tim wasn’t big into that game, to be honest he only played it a few times. But he knew he would be better then his mother. She was fit, worked out, sure. But while the game required physical movement, it was about coordination, something that an office worker like her would probably not have!

They walked to the machine, Amber taking off her heels (which achieved a nod of approval from certain onlookers). “Now listen mom, this game requires a lot of movement and can be hard for beginners, so you bet-” before he could finish, his mother already selected the song “Butterfly” by the band Crazy Town. His eyes bulged out of his head as next she selected the expert difficulty with zero hesitation. What the fuck was up with this woman?

Unlike the beautiful Amber, Josh didn't go to the gym. He hated sports, he wasn’t fit, he was out of shape and had a bit of a belly going on. But you know what he had? Love for rhythm games. Most of his time at the arcade was spent playing all the musical games they had. Even though he struggled with his stamina, he knew he had this one in the bag.

Music started blasting through the speakers, and the game began. Josh played exactly like he always had, fully focusing on the game and doing just enough to score. He didin’t know how his current lean and sexy body made the experience even flashier with no effort on his part.

The music started, and the crowd was amazed as this older woman danced like a maniac to the beat. Her long, smooth legs moved with hypnotic rhythm and supersonic speed, her manicured feet stomping on the buttons with perfect timing. Like a pro she moved to the beat like a real star, spinning, jumping, putting an impressive and hot show. Josh sweated like a pig due to his movements, his ass and crotch becoming a real swamp, but on the wonderful body of Amber, the wetness of her body made her performance look even more provocative.

Right at the end of the song, Josh clumsily slipped, falling on his back on the dance mat. But again, with his current female from it looked like a professional vogue **** drop, dropping the floor in one smooth motion as her leg shot up right into the air. The crowd cheered as this sweaty, heavily breathing lady cleared the stage, missing the “PERFECT” rating just by one note.

While this was happening, Timothy was seething even more then before. The rhythm game was way too difficult for him - he even stopped playing half-way through as he noticed there was no way for him to win. He looked at his mom, sprawled on the floor, her sweaty body glistening in the light, one strap of her dress slipping off her shoulder. This was already a digsuting an embarrassing display, but it was even worse by all the people around them cheering her on. “Damn, this bitch got moves!” shouted a muscly guy from the crowd. ‘Y-your movements were amazing mommy-i mean, maa’amm!” said a blue haired girl. “Heh, thanks!” said Amber, casually fixing her hair with her hand, that simple motion making on-lookers swoon.

Tim could not give up - not yet! He grabbed his mom’s hand and led her to another game. He couldn't win with skill, he codunl’t win with style, so there was only one option left for him.

Cheating.