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Mike stuffed his supersized bits back into his sweatpants as best he could and walked into the living room. Melissa was still on the sitting on the couch reading the mail. She looked annoyed and was muttering under her breath.

Without warning, Mike took a running jump and body slammed onto the couch next to her, causing the whole couch to tilt backwards. Melissa threw her hands out in front of her to steady herself. She looked at Mike in surprise, but just as quickly as her eyebrows had raised, her expression shifted back to disinterest once she realized Mike was the perpetrator of the disturbance.

Mike grinned, but he wasn't done yet.
"Hey mom I uh, just threw all your yoga gear in the trash."

"mmhm," Melissa replied without even glancing at him.

"..and I keyed your car," Mike continued.

"That's nice dear," Melissa said flatly.

Mike slowly and obnoxiously moved his hand in front of the electrical bill Melissa was reading, obstructing her view. She turned and looked at him blankly. When she didn't say anything, Mike poked her cheek with his finger, and then flicked the tip of her nose. Both incursions received no response. Growing bolder, Mike placed his palms against his mom's modest breasts and gave them a light squeeze.

"That's not really appropriate Mike," Melissa stated.

Mike froze, "but you don't care that it's not.. right?"

"Just making an observation," she sighed.

Mike exhaled in relief. He continued playing with his mom's breasts, tracing his fingertips along the curves of her small soft mounds. As he toyed with his mom's bosom, his mind drifted back to last night when Melissa had rudely walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom.

Sure, he may have been the one who forgot to lock the door again, but that doesn't mean she wasn't at fault for ruining one hell of a nut he'd been working up to for the past few hours before then.

Then, an idea came to mind..