He turns his mother into a Popsicle and a Urinal

Liam kept scrolling through the wonderful assortment of pictures on the device, and settled on an image of a fresh, untouched popsicle. From its color, the boy guessed it was peach-flavored. He tapped it once, and his mother quickly burst into action.

Liam was surprised to see that she was disrobing, and in seconds her blouse and trousers were strewn across the room, revealing her magnificent nude form. Her arms immediately fell to her sides, her mouth shut, and she stared with foggy eyes into the distance.

The young man jumped off the couch and tossed the bag of chips behind him, taking in every inch of his Mom. Evidently, since the popsicle was a color similar to “nude”, his mother’s brain rushed to comply, trying to emulate the chosen object as best she possibly could. Her giant tits jutted out for him, and her legs were clasped together at ‘attention’ as Liam’s own eyes moved from her boobs, to her thighs, to her cute feet.

He walked a little closer, and, more sure of himself than ever, took a lick of her arm. There was no movement, save for the small breaths Veronica took every now and then. She was totally immersed in her role as this dessert, and the grin on Liam’s face grew impossibly wider as he lapped at every part of her naked body. Almost no area went unexplored — her neck, her nipples, her calves. He spent many minutes digging into her shapely, chiseled ass, relishing in its flavor and admiring its texture.

Something curious happened as Liam continued on, though. The change was incremental, but with every lick, his mother seemed to “shrink”. Not literally, but as Liam went on, she would crouch, and duck, and move her body closer to the floor, until she was curled up in a ball on the ground. He of course eventually realized what was happening; she was melting! Liam chuckled at the genius of the device, and eager to try new things, grabbed the phone again.

“You were very good, Mom,” he said, not having to scroll far to find his next experiment. It was a picture of a bathroom urinal.

He tapped away, and Veronica sprang back to life, but only so she could sit up on her knees, back straight, and open her mouth wide. Liam got a good look at her tongue and perfect teeth.

“You know, the salt in these chips really did a number on me. I’m going to fetch a bottle of water. Make that two. Three, actually.” He laughed and ran to the kitchen, returning with a couple of ice-cold water bottles. Naturally, he wasn’t really that thirsty. But he didn’t have much in the tank, and he knew he needed to fill up if he wanted to make full use of his Mommy-puppet.

He leaned back on the couch and kicked his feet up, gargling the drinks as fast as he could while his mother sat motionless on the side of the room. Finally, he left the empty bottles on the pile of her clothes and positioned himself in front of Veronica, giving her tits a nasty squeeze.

“You’ve been awfully nice so far, but I am going to have to punish you. For not letting me go out with my friends. For harping on me about my future. Nagging me to get a job. Taking my **** away…”

Liam just kept going with his monologue as he undid his belt buckle, lowered his pants, and then his underwear, letting a long and frothy stream of piss unload in his mother’s mouth. She swallowed dutifully, even as the pee kept coming, and coming, and coming! When Liam felt he was getting low, he shook the final drops on his Mom’s still face, and she never flinched. The droplets ran down her cheeks and soaked into her dark hair.

“Okay, punishment over.” He crouched down, giving his urinal-Mom a hug and copping another feel of her generous ass.