Evil Mom

Ashley was your mom. And oh boy, she was the worst. You ran away as soon as you could from your old house, as your mom did everything she could to be mean to you. She was a terrible mom who always were more intrested in her hook ups with random guys, scolding you for everything in your life, be a judgemental for every decision you make, and of course, always reminded you how much of a loser you are. She was the last person on earth you will choose to live with, but you had no other choice. So when your mom accepted you back to her place, she was of course told you how much of a fucked-up you are.

When your reached your old house, you knocked up the door in hesitation. How Ashley would react this time? Then the door opened, and a gorgoues older woman opened the door. She was almost 50, but most people would not give her more then 40. She was the definition of MILF. She was tall, blonde, with deep blue eyes, and a huge pack of double D'S. And she wore only a bathrobe, with a huge cleaveage. You remembered how all your classmates always told you your mom was a slut. Then, you defended her fiercely. But now, you had no other choice then agree with them.

"So, John. Your girlfriend finally realized how loser you are? Come in." she said, without even a slight hint of remorse.

"Hi mom, thank you for letting me in." You said reluctantly. Your mom didn't respond at first, but then she looked at you and said, "The neighbours will talk if i didn't let you in, but don't even think this is a freebie resident. I'm expecting of you to pay a rent a soon as possible, as soon you will find a job." She said coldly.

"Yes ma'm. " You said. God you forgot how awful she can be. "Oh, and you will sleep in your old room, of course, but you will see i did some changes on it."

You had no idea what she meant of this, but you nodded.

"You know the place, go to your room and change your clothes, i'll make dinner, i guess." She said and roll her eyes, you knew she had no desire of cooking for you, but even your bitch mom have a heart, or sort of an heart, you guessed.

You went up the stairs to your old room, holding the doorknob. What changes your mom did to your childood room?