He turns his mother into a monkey

Liam wasn’t finished. He had quickly put her back in fan mode to stop her from ‘escorting him to prison’. He wanted to see how far he could take it. While she was still standing there in the ruined swimsuit, cape and sock-mask in a heap at her feet, he scrolled until he found a picture of a playful monkey and tapped it.

Veronica blinked. The change hit fast. She stripped off what was left of the swimsuit and belt without thinking, dropping them like they suddenly meant nothing. Her posture collapsed forward. Movements went quick and twitchy.

He was already holding the banana he’d grabbed from the kitchen while he was scrolling.

“Here you go, Monkey Mom.”

She took it in her hands first, then set it on the floor, hooked it with her toes, and brought it straight to her mouth. Liam watched her eat the whole thing using only her feet, banana smearing her chin and dropping onto the carpet. She didn’t notice. Didn’t care.

Then she started yanking at her hair like she was hunting ticks. The braid came apart in seconds. Chestnut hair fell in a wild mess around her face and shoulders. She leapt from couch to chair to table, treating the living room like a habitat, swung on the curtain rods hard enough to bend them, poked at every knick-knack with curious, filthy fingers. The place was turning into a wreck.

Liam laughed until his ribs hurt. “You’ve really taken to it, Mom.”

She paused just long enough to look at him, eyes bright and mischievous, and answered with a string of soft chattering noises.

He shook his head. One phone. That was all it had taken to turn his strict mother into this.

The urge to push it further sat in his chest. He grabbed a handful of chips off the couch and walked back to her.

“Alright, Monkey Mom. Let’s see how obedient you actually are.”

He pointed at the floor. She dropped into a crouch immediately, waiting, confusion and curiosity mixed in her wide eyes.

“That’s it.” He fed her a chip. She took it with both hands and munched like she’d never been the woman who lectured him about processed food.

“Dance.”

She blinked once, then started swaying side to side, loose and playful. He kept feeding her chips and praise, teaching her to clap, hop in circles, make those same chattering sounds every time he pointed. She threw herself into every command. The longer it went, the smoother she got, like the phone had sanded off whatever was left of Veronica Reed and left only the animal.

By the time he stopped, she was a mess. Hair everywhere. Banana and chip crumbs on her face, her tits, smudged on her body. That was when he noticed her nipples were hard, poking right at him.

He stepped in and flicked both of them.

She let out a loud, raw monkey noise and spun around, dropping onto her hands and shoving that ass back at him like she was presenting it to him. Back arched. Knees apart. There was just a soaked strip between her cheeks, fully wet.

For a second he thought it was embarrassing. Then he saw the dark wet patch spreading across the crotch.

No shame. She was dripping.

He placed a hand on her crotch. Her cunt was swollen and shiny, juices already running down her thighs. Liam shoved his jeans down, got his cock out, and slammed into her from behind in one hard thrust without warning.

Veronica exploded into chittering and hollering, the sound bouncing off the walls. He fucked her like that, hands locked on her hips, using her like the animal she thought she was. She stayed in the present, pushing back onto him, making those wet, mindless noises with every stroke.

He pulled out, dropped onto the couch, and dragged her with him by one hand.

“Ride.”

She understood enough. She climbed into his lap facing him, still making those little hoots and chatter-sounds, and sank down onto his cock. Her tits bounced in his face, nipples still hard. He grabbed her ass and bounced her on it, watching his mother, hair wrecked, face smeared, absolutely ruined, fuck herself on him while she squealed like a monkey.

She came first, clenching hard, a broken holler tearing out of her throat. Liam lasted maybe another dozen thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt and pumped her full.

They stayed like that for a minute, both wrecked. Eventually she slid off him and ended up sitting on the floor beside his legs, looking up with a weird mix of amusement and affection, cum leaking onto the carpet.

He ruffled the tangled mess of her hair.

“You’re surprisingly good at this, Mom.”

She answered with a soft, contented chatter. Almost like a sigh.