Let's Meet the Moms!

“What do you think our moms cooked up?” Adam asked, lazily scratching his large stomach over his shirt as the three of them made their way down the steps of the home's second floor.

“Hm.” Jerry sniffed at the air a few times, then wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. “Steak?”

“Stew, I think.” Harvey said with an unenthused shrug as he glanced back at Adam. “Aunt Sally’s here, so expect to see some peach cobbler.”

“Ooh...” Adam’s eyes lit up as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva that’d been produced the instant that his friend’s words fell on his ears. “Yus.”

It wasn’t long before the awkward trio wandered into the kitchen and were greeted by the sweet and bold scents of fresh home cooking, as well as the sight of a gaggle of MILFs standing around and giggling with Harvey’s sister.

Harvey’s hands began to tremble as his stomach dropped like a large stone from within, having an idea or two as to what they were gossiping about.

His mother Ellen, the only one excluding herself from their hushed conversation, was humming a tune and clearly ignoring the subject matter being discussed several feet away. She wore a conservative, magenta-colored sweater that hid her taught midsection and full D-cup breasts, along with a pair of tight dark jeans that were fitted around her large thighs and round hips. Her short raven hair was in a mess around her pretty middle-aged face, and the thin square glasses over her eyes were steamed up from the pot of stew that she was standing in front of and mixing with a large metal ladle.

Harley gave one final, bent-over, and over-enthusiastic giggle towards their group before turning around to leave, her hands holding a plate of vegan-based food that she likely planned to go upstairs and eat on camera for her legion of simps to pay money to see. As she passed by the boys without pausing to greet them, Harley just gave her twin brother a sly wink and a grin.

His eyes grew wide and his shaking hands clenched into fists at his virtually confirmed fears.

The rest of the women turned around to look at the boys as soon as Harley had left, and each of their eyes quickly fell upon the soft but still-prominent bulge in Harvey’s black pajama-bottoms.

He couldn’t have been blushing brighter in that moment.

Harvey’s thirty-three-year-old Aunt Sally was the first to speak up, breaking the short but eerily tense silence that’d developed for a moment.

“Move it along, ladies. Nothing to see here.” The short redhead announced, dressed in a white and yellow floral-printed dress that ended at her mid thighs, and would've been showing off a fair amount of cleavage if she really had any breasts to speak of. Her droopy B-cups were held together in a pearl-white bikini-top that she was using in place of a bra, but there wasn’t really much of a view to speak of up top aside from the sizable and stylish black heart tattoo in the center of her heavily freckled chest.

When she turned around and pushed the giggling ladies towards the counter to help finish preparing dinner, the view of her lower half became much easier to admire for each of the boys. Her wide hips and big round ass pushed out the midsection of her dress’s frilly fabric to its limits, and its cheeks notably jiggled around with every step that was taken. Harvey would’ve loved to admire it just then, but the intense shame, embarrassment, and frustration he felt towards being a freak of nature kept him from enjoying the moment properly.

Jerry’s madre, Celeste, quickly moved along with Sally’s push, moving beside Ellen to begin a light conversation as if nothing had happened. The thick-accented, dark-haired Latina wearing a long and dark-green shoulderless dress that went all the way down to her ankles quickly asked Harvey’s mother a question about the stew, who jumped in surprise as she snapped out of whatever daydream she seemed to have escaped to during the other girls' huddled gossiping. In contrast Ellen's ghostly pale skin, Celeste’s smooth mocha-colored skin seemed to be all-the-more vibrant when they stood side-by-side, and her 5'11 frame caused her average-sized but much curvier counterpart to look like she was much shorter than she actually was

Adam’s own trashy and blonde-headed mom Porsha just openly and drunkenly cackled as her lime-green sandals slapped along the linoleum floor towards the counter full of side-dishes with a fairly buzzed Sally, who was trying not to laugh as well. While Celeste’s long flowing hair was pushed back in a violet headband, Porsha had her unruly natural-blonde hair tied back into a ponytail with several unkempt strands handing out in front of her tanned face. She was the second-shortest of the four, just standing a couple of inches taller than Sally, but was by far the biggest attraction of the group because of her big and obviously fake tits that were held together in the shiny sky-blue two-piece bikini she had gone swimming in earlier, all while her small round butt was swayed from side to side in the blue/yellow skim-skirt she was wearing.

The odd group of women had been close to and fond of one another ever since their own time in High school, with the addition of Sally once the wild party girl had officially turned twenty-one quite a few years back, and they were the best of friends, just like their sons were. Each of them, aside from Sally, had lost their husbands in one tragic way or another in many years past, but neither their marriages nor losses had ever once shaken the solid foundation of their bonds with each other. Even though they all still dated and had a few worthy prospects worth considering for a full-time relationship, aside from the untamable Sally of course, the women preferred to make more time for each other rather than a man who could never truly take the place of the dear loved ones that they’d lost.

Hence, this weekly Friday date-night that they all referred to as, 'The Sisters’ Night', consisted of everyone cooking their best dishes for everyone to enjoy and have a few drinks while they chit-chat about their daily lives. They also felt that it was a good excuse for their sons to all get a chance to see one another outside of school instead of shouting at each other online when they played their video games.

Harvey sighed, holding back tears of emotional distress as he went and took his place at the middle seat of the long and rectangular dinner table. Jerry had been too enraptured by Harley’s presence to notice anything going on around him, but still mindlessly followed his friend as his empty gaze was focused on the exit Harvey’s twin sister had passed through, sitting down on his left. The big lazy teenager known as Adam went and sat on Harvey’s right side, his face full of seriousness and his grin full of intent as the endorphins in his brain began to rush from the powerful smells of flavorful food in the air.

“Kill me.” Harvey mumbled to himself, crossing his arms atop the light-green tablecloth and laying his head down on them. “Please...”

“Not on an empty stomach.” Adam said, giving his belly a crisp slap as he leaned back in his seat with his legs spread.

“No.” Was all Jerry said, having finally noticed that Adam’s mom was half-naked with her big plastic bazongas tied together in a fabric that looked to be a size too small for them. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“Cowards.” Harvey bitterly whispered, his voice muffled by the sleeves of his shirt as he refused to raise his head from the shame that riddled his being. “Something, someone, save me from this life.”

… Weirdly enough, and by complete coincidence, mind you, his utterly stupid prayer was answered right at that moment.

In an instant, and unbeknownst to the perceptible abilities of everyone in the household, a tall bald man in a labcoat sauntered through the front door of Harvey’s home with a beer in hand.

Edward entered the kitchen sipping down on the plastic bendy-straw he’d put into the aluminum container, and had a lacey black bra crudely tied around his forehead like a bandana, visibly surprised to see the amount of people that’d gathered for the first usage of his newest creation. A bunch of horny teenagers and their attractive moms? Yeah, this was going to go well...

"Trixie’s getting an early call for a clean-up job as soon as this red stuff wears off." Edward mumbled to himself, the sound of his accelerated voice taking a moment to actually register to his ears.

Ever since Edward drank the wild red concoction that he’d thrown together on a whim, everyone in the kitchen, as well as the rest of the world, was virtually frozen in time compared to the speed in which his body was able to move about and his mind was able process information. Faster than anything else, his mind was able to process the visual information of that redhead over by the counter stirring a bowl full of mashed potatoes. He shook his head. First thing’s first, Edward thought as he wiped a hand down his sweating, wide-eyed face and looked over towards the three eighteen-year-olds sitting at the table. His customers…

Edward stepped over in their direction and crossed his arms once he stood across from them on the table’s opposite side, looking down at the only person in the room who appeared to be miserable, for some reason. Fuckin’ downer, he thought with a roll of his eyes as he reached into his right coat pocket. The scientist pulled out the basic, thin, rectangular, and old-school TV-style remote control that he’d built in an almost a literal flash, then carefully leaned forward and gently slid it in between the fingers of where Harvey’s right hand was grasping his left arm.

Slowly, Edward pulled back and nodded once he was sure that he wasn’t too fast as to send anything literally flying around the room with the currents of the air that followed his exceptionally rapid movements.

Before taking his leave, Edward walked over to Sally, lifted up her skirt, and then pulled out a cellphone from his left coat pocket, aiming its back-facing camera towards her perky, freckled rump. He tapped the screen to snap a photo, then sighed as he politely waited for the light of the flash to take its sweet ass time going from point-A to point-B. Seriously, light, get your shit together.

Fastest thing in existence my ass, he thought.

Heh. Literally, partially, his ass technically was the fastest thing in existence at that moment, which was pretty cool.

“Fuck.” Edward said aloud to himself, standing up straight once his phone finished processing the initial photo capture, then marched off back towards the front door giggling his ass off while his eyes were still glowing as bright a red as the Devil’s big floppy dick; strawed-beer in hand and small bra tied around his head as he threw his arms up in the air. “I am so fuckin’ high right now!”