She's not sure, but Mike is acting suspicious.

Melissa paused, holding a dull knife and about to open an envelope.

"Mike?" She called out, but made no move to get up. "Are you okay in there?"

"Uh, y-yeah!" He says from the kitchen. "I, uh... I almost tripped over myself, is all."

"Oh... Well, try to be more careful, I guess." She shrugged, then slowly turned back to the items in her hands.

Melissa pulled out the electric bill, and there’s no surprise as to how high it is. She liked to keep the house ice-cold at sixty-degrees, and the hard nipples on her small bare breasts could attest to that fact. Thankfully the laptop on her creamy naked thighs was keeping her lap warm, or else she would've put on a blanket quite some time ago. In fact, that wasn't a bad idea, but as she turned to grab the fuzzy maroon throw-blanket on the back of the couch, she spotted her dopey son's head and bare shoulders sticking out from the kitchen's entryway while he leered at her with wide eyes and a slaw-jawed expression.

"What?" Melissa asked, glancing down at her naked body a few brief times to see if there was anything wrong with it, but saw nothing unusual.

He blinked, then quickly pulled away and hid in the kitchen once again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked with genuine worry, beginning to feel unsettled by Mike's unusual behavior. Sure, he was an oddball that liked to stare at her from time to time, but the only time she’s seen that look on his face was when Melissa caught him spying on her yoga sessions in the past.

Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't quite place what it was.

"Y-Yeah!" Mike called out, this time with a nervous (softly maniacal) laugh. "Don't worry about it!"

Alright, now she was certain that something was up. Maybe some kind of prank? Melissa set everything down on the table, laptop included, then stood up and made her way towards the kitchen.

When she stepped inside, Melissa was greeted by the sight of a wide-eyed Mike standing in the middle of the kitchen and holding that strange phone-like thing in his trembling hands. His skinny naked body was covered in goosebumps while his average-sized cock was hard as a rock and eagerly twitching in the cold air around them.

Melissa placed her hands on her curvy hips and gave him a serious look that told him he was in trouble. However, he was too busy staring at his mother’s big fake tits to have the reaction she was expecting. Usually he froze up or returned her expression with a bitter look, but Mike was instead smiling this time. Melissa glanced down at her plastic pumpkin-sized tits for a long moment, wondering if there was a dried trail of a coffee drop that'd slipped from her earlier cup, but there was no sign of such any stain on her perfectly-round and very heavy breasts. She then glared at Mike, and he finally looked up to meet her gaze, still grinning.

"You're acting strange, Mike." Melissa said, not bothered in the least that she and her pervy son were standing mere feet away from each other without anything to cover their bodies. They were a family of nudists, after all. Why Mike was acting like he'd never seen her naked before was anyone's guess, but it was far from normal. "What's up with you?"

"N-Nothing!" He giggled with obviously false innocence, then cautiously took a step back as he looked away from Melissa and down to the device in his hands. His hands began to tap away at its small keyboard with speed and precision. "I was just, uh..."

"Just what?"

"Sorry, what?" Mike asked, closing the device and crossing his arms as he looked back up, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her breasts.

"I, uh..." She said, suddenly at a loss for why she was standing around in the kitchen with her son. She had come in here to ask him something, right? "I don't remember."

"Oh, okay then."

"Sorry to bother you, honey."

Melissa left the kitchen and went back to the living room, her huge fake tits wobbling around on her slender torso as she struggled to remember why she’d left the couch in the first place.

Oh well, she thought to herself with a carefree shrug.

After sitting back down on one end of the couch, Melissa picked up the remote control on the table and switched on the television, the unopened letters and bills sitting on the table now a mere afterthought.

As she flipped through the television guide to see what all was playing on each channel, Melissa instinctively lifted up one leg on the couch and spread her thighs wide apart, exposing her hairless pussy for anyone nearby to see. One hand was surfing channel pages as the other snaked its way down and gently began running its fingers between the plump lips of her moistening pussy. Melissa eventually settled on reruns of an old medical drama, a show that was as interesting as it was relaxing. Once she was able to put down the remote and use that hand to start messaging one of her big firm tits, the other carefully slid its middle and index fingers deep into her glistening cunt.

It wasn't long before Melissa stopped paying any attention to the low-volume television altogether, getting lost in the electric sensations she was experiencing. It'd been so long since she actually masturbated to any capacity, realizing that she was more sensitive than expected, but she never stopped or slowed, and her soft shameless moans quickly began to increase in volume. The hand groping her breast eventually wandered down to assist the other that was fingering her pussy. It began toying with her erect clit while three fingers from the other hand had slipped inside and was actively rubbing away at the milf’s spongy G-spot.

Melissa’s thoughts drifted towards her younger years, back to her college days where men fawned over her left and right, before she ever met her husband. She remembered old lovers long forgotten, the ones full of passion and youthful energy that they were ready to take out on her indestructible young body. Especially Jerome, the college football team's quarterback. The young black stud who had a nine-inch cock and could fuck for hours on end. God, those were the fucking days, weren't they? Back before she had to be responsible, before she was a mother, before she grew old and insecure and **** for attention enough to blow Mike's college-fund on her 4000cc implants, the ones that she hadn't gone out and shown off at bars and clubs for horny idiots like she’d planned on before getting them. After the fact, Melissa quickly found out that she was content enough with teasing and torturing her coworkers and bosses at work by simply having them as she walked around the office in her professional grey pantsuit, unable to not have an erotic figure no matter what she did to her outfit. She was sure that every male there wanted to fuck her senseless, and every female either wanted to be her, hated her, or felt a mix of the both.

After several minutes, Melissa’s moans had turned into squeaky screams as she thrust her chest out, the whole of her nervous system alive with pleasure that she hadn't felt in the last six-months, give or take. However, this orgasm that rocked through her pussy and up through her spine sent the grown woman’s mind spinning, making her unsure of how long it'd been since she came that hard, if ever.

Breathing heavily and trembling, Melissa eventually opened her teary eyes and looked down, although most of her view was obscured by the gargantuan funbags wobbling around on her chest. She slowly held up both of her hands, each of them absolutely drenched in her juices, then began to mindlessly lick them clean as the glowing pleasure in the pit of her stomach was still subsiding, wondering why it'd been so long since she decided to take care of herself.

She only sort-of snapped back to reality by Mike's grunting from afar. Turning towards the kitchen entryway, Melissa saw him leaning up against the frame and having an orgasm of his own as he beat-off to his mother’s lewd display. His disappointing dick shot out a couple of thick globs of spunk onto the carpet in front of him, but his shaky knees and the lusty expression on his smiling face told her that his orgasm may have been as strong as her own, but Melissa truly doubted that.

With her mind still in a haze, she rolled her eyes at him and resumed licking her hands clean.

She wished that he wasn't such a pervert, but a part of her really didn't care.