Stripper

You cackle to yourself as you enter ‘stripper’ into the occupational field of the Perfect Life+ app. You couldn’t in a million years imagine your pencil-skirt wearing, well educated but short tempered mother objectifying herself for a living. As you confirm the change the image of your mother changes on her profile.

The woman’s short black hair had become a wavy, dyed platinum blonde. Her eyelashes fake with makeup on beyond just the ‘gentle touchup’ she typically wore. Bubblegum lipstick accentuated her plump lips as the half-smile had been wiped away and replaced with a seductive grin. The clothing in the image had completely changed from her typical woman’s blazer and blouse combo to a halter top that showed off the 41 year old woman’s flat midriff and pushed her breasts together to form more cleavage than you’re comfortable with seeing from your mother.

In fact as you stare at the stripper version of your mother you feel a stirring between your legs. She looked so different in the picture than you how you knew her to be. As you feel a tent beginning to pitch you close the app immediately. It’s your mom after all!

“Alright, some weird photo-edit app” you say pushing that bulge in your pants down as if it weren’t just going to spring upwards and outwards again. You pocket your phone and try to put your conflicted feelings regarding your arousal behind you when you hear the sound of dishes clanking from downstairs.

‘Mom must be awake’ you think to yourself before finally heading downstairs. As you hurry down the stairs you can’t wait to see what your mother’s prepared for your birthday breakfast. As you hit the bottom step, your heart sinks into the floor. Smiling back at you is the blonde version of your mother from the app.

Humming to herself with long wavy disheveled blonde bedhead is your mother. A woman known for insisting to never leaving her room unless she was either wearing her large, ugly, coffee stained maroon robe, or fully clothed was dressed in a set of jaw dropping lingerie. Black lacy panties with a design of feathers woven into the lace of the fabric and a matching bra that barely contained her immensely large breasts which heaved outward with every inhale she took to the point it looked like her bra might snap.

“Morning, sweetie! I was just making your favorite breakfast” she calls out as if nothing were out of the ordinary before scampering barefoot across the kitchen floor with her arms open wide. The altered version of your mother hugs you tight into her form. Warm, smelling of cheap perfume but skin smoother than the pristine lingerie she wore.

“M-morning Mom. Long shift at the club last night?” you inquire attempting to keep your cool. That app did far more than just change an entry in a rolodex or make some photo-edit, it changed your entire mother! A smile creeps across your face as you hug the stripper with glee, this was going to be fun.

“Oh you know, the usual. Worked a little extra to make sure I could get you something special” she hugs tighter, her lingerie clad breasts mashing into your face as you feel the arousal from when you first used the app continue to increase; both from the power at your fingertips and the massive breasts being smothered into your face.

It isn’t long until she feels the bulge against her bare thigh and pulls away in a jolt. A red blush creeps along her cheeks as she ends her embrace.

“Sorry, let me guess...morning right? Let me go get your present” she said as the smell of breakfast wafted through the kitchen.