He absentmindedly selects the image of a Lamp

In a moment of absent-minded curiosity, Liam tapped on a photo of a lamp. As he did so, Veronica decided to grab at it to draw his attention towards her rant. The phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor, landing at Veronica’s feet.

Veronica glanced down at the phone, her expression curious. Before Liam could react, the image of the lamp flashed on the screen, and a strange sensation filled the room. Veronica’s braided ponytail swayed as she stiffened, her movements becoming rigid and mechanical. Slowly, she raised her arms up above her head, forming a triangle shape with her hands, her eyes closed in an eerie stillness.

As Liam stared in disbelief, his confusion deepened into shock. What had prompted this sudden exercise pose his mother seemed to have assumed and why wasn’t she moving? “Mom–” Liam said as he waved his hand in front of her face, getting no reaction.

“Mom?!” Liam called out tentatively once again, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Veronica stayed frozen, eyes shut, that empty, peaceful look on her face like someone had just switched her off. Liam’s heart was slamming. Whatever he’d just done, it was big and he needed to figure it out before it got worse.

He shook her. Called her name. Nothing seemed to work.

Panic mixed with frustration. Then his eyes dropped to the phone still sitting at her feet. “New subject detected.” Similar to the words he had seen from when he’d first picked the thing up. He had a theory. A stupid, impossible theory. He shoved the phone in his pocket and stepped in close.

One finger came up and poked the soft weight of her tit through the blouse. The flesh gave way under the pressure.

“Holy shit–” he murmured.

Normally even an accidental brush would have earned him a death stare. She didn’t even flinch.

He kept going. Both hands now, squeezing, mapping the heavy shape of them. Then he popped a couple buttons and pulled the blouse and bra aside so her tits spilled out. He leaned in and wrapped his mouth around one nipple, sucking hard, tongue working the stiff peak while his other hand mauled the other one. She stayed completely still. Warm and soft.

His free hand drifted up without him really thinking about it, fingers closing around the tight braid hanging down her back. He gave it a tug.

Veronica’s eyes snapped open. A huge, bright smile locked onto her face.

“I’m happy to brighten your life!”

The words came out cheerful and wrong, then the smile just stayed there, 1000 watts, waiting.

Liam jerked back from her tit, mouth wet, staring. What the fuck was happening here?

“Mom, what’s happening?”

No answer came from her. Just the smile that was locked in place.

He looked down at the image of the lamp on the screen. The realisation hit him like a slap. The phone had done this. It had turned his mother into a fucking lamp.

Amusement started leaking in under the shock. His strict, lecturing mother standing in the living room with her tits out, posing like a lamp. He couldn’t help it.

He reached up and tugged the braid again. She froze, eyes closing, face going blank. Another tug. Eyes open, that same wide smile, same line.

“I’m happy to brighten your life!”

He did it a few more times, unable to look away. Every time she switched “on,” that cheerful voice and the bright empty smile sent a dirty little shiver straight down his spine.

He went back to her tits while she was on, sucking one nipple then the other, biting just enough to feel her give. Whenever he wanted, he tugged the braid and she shut off mid-suck, going limp and empty again. On. Off. On. Off. He kept her tits in his mouth the whole time, only pausing to laugh under his breath.

“This is insane,” he said out loud, grinning as he paced a slow circle around her. “I mean, Mom as a lamp? Who would have thought?”