Why the hell not?

"That's so nice, honey," his mom said.

Considering how often his dad stayed out late with his girlfriends, Matt suspected his mom wasn't getting much action these days. Maybe he would appreciate a little male attention, even if it did come from her son. Or maybe she had a kinky fascination for her own son the way so many moms seem to in the porn videos he enjoyed. Anyway, YOLO, right. He slid his hands from her shoulders to her breasts.

Damn, they felt good. Soft and squishy... and so warm.

"What the hell?" She jerked away from him. "Matt, I know you are a teenager but there are limits and you just crossed every single one of them."

"But--"

"You know what, I'm going to pretend this never happened. Go to your room and stay there. I will clean up the dishes and we'll never discuss this but if you ever try a trick like that again, I'll have to tell your father and I don't even want to think what he'd do."

Yeah, Matt didn't want to think about that, either. His dad had a violent temper and he'd gotten into more than a few fights in the bars he hung out in after work. And, from what Matt could tell from the texts he'd seen, his dad had an uncanny tendency to win those fights. {if fitness>10}He was working on getting stronger but {endif}Matt's fighting experience was pretty much getting beat up by bullies. And getting beat up by his dad would fit right into that category.

"Sorry, mom."

"Don't talk to me." Tears ran down her cheeks smearing her makeup and leaving black trails from her mascara and he wanted to comfort her but he was pretty sure how that would go.

"Sorry and good night."

Well, hell. He'd pushed too hard again. He needed to find a balance between pushing too hard and not enough. Maybe he could persuade Karen to help.