Have some fun

Liam swallowed a laugh. His strict mother, standing there bare, talking like him, asking him to solve her tits later.

“Yeah. Sure. Sit down. We can play some games while we wait for pizza.”

“Yeah man that’s the stuff!” his mother responded immaturely.

They ended up on the couch with the controllers. He suggested games because they’d never done that. She grabbed one without hesitation and played with his exact timing, his exact habits, cursing at the screen the same way he did. While they played she ordered junk food, his usual places, his usual order, talking to the guy on the phone like she’d been doing it for years.

Pizza and fries arrived. She ate like he did, talking with her mouth full, greasy fingers, no manners.

She swallowed a bite and grinned at him like they were sharing a private joke.

“Okay, so, on behalf of Veronica Reed, professional pain in the ass–” she put on a high, sweet, mocking version of her own voice, “...I’m so sorry, baby. For the lectures. For the curfews. For treating you like you were five. I was just a controlling bitch who didn’t know how to shut up.”

She dropped the fake voice and laughed, shaking her head.

“God, can you imagine her actually saying that? She’d rather die. ‘Best mommy bear ever, I promise I’ll make it up to you.’” She snorted. “I’d pay money to watch her choke on that sentence.”

Liam laughed too. He couldn’t help it. Years of fighting sat on the other side of those words, and she thought she was just taking the piss out of herself. She had no idea she’d just handed him exactly what he’d wanted to hear.

They kept playing. Kept eating. She kept glancing down at her own body like it was a costume she hadn’t agreed to wear, then shaking it off and going back to the game.

Eventually she stood up, still naked and held the bra out again.

“Okay. Help. These things are heavy as fuck and I don’t know how the straps work.”

He took her to her room and shut the door. Getting the bra on her was a struggle, she kept moving, kept commenting, kept treating it like they were two guys trying to assemble furniture. The second the cups settled she let out a loud, relieved groan.

“Dude. That’s so much better. How does she carry these honkers around all day?”

Then she grabbed them. Both hands. Squeezed. A look crossed her face that had nothing to do with confusion.

“…Whoa.”

Liam watched her. “What?”

“I just–” She squeezed again, thumbs dragging over her nipples. Her breath hitched. “That’s– that’s actually good. Like, really good. Is this what she feels all the time?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. One hand stayed on her tit. The other slid down her stomach and between her legs like she was experimenting with someone else’s equipment. The second her fingers found her clit she made a sound he’d never heard from her in his life.

“Oh, fuck. Okay. Okay, that’s– Jesus Christ.”

She sat down on the edge of the bed, legs open, and started rubbing in earnest, still talking like him, still narrating like a guy who’d just woken up in a hot milf’s body.

“She’s soaked. I’m soaked. This is insane. No wonder she always looked so tense, if this is sitting here waiting–” Her fingers pushed inside. She gasped, then laughed, shocked and filthy. “I can feel that from the inside. I can feel my own fingers. This is so fucked.”

Liam’s cock was already hard. He stayed in the doorway and watched his mother finger herself on her own bed, towel slipping off her hair, bra still on, talking like him the whole time.

“Look at this body, man. The ass, the tits, the… fuck–” She added another finger, hips rolling. “If I had this every day I’d never leave the house. I’d just stay in here and ruin it.”

She came with a broken groan, thighs shaking, still muttering through it like she couldn’t believe what her own cunt was doing.

Liam stepped in. “Let me help.”

She looked at him, flushed, fingers still wet and actually laughed.

“Bro. No. That’s me. That’s my body right now. You want to fuck me, that’s you fucking you. That’s gay as hell.”

She pulled her fingers out, wiped them on the sheets, and reached for the dress like the conversation was over.

“Find your own milf.”