You ask Randall what he was doing.

"Alright, dude, what gives?" you eventually blurted, unable to refrain yourself any longer, "First you..well you do all that through there, and now you're acting all weird - like you really are my mom or something. So what the hell is going on?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, sweetheart." Randall smiled, still keeping up the charade.

"'Sweetheart'!? That's what my mom always called me! Come on, Randall, what is this?"

"For fuck sake, Tim!" he heavily sighed, finally breaking character and looking more than a little frustrated with you as he did, "Haven't you ever heard of role play? You're killing everything here!"

"Role play?" you replied, glad that he'd dropped the act but being no less confused as to what exactly he'd been trying to achieve. "Why are you role playing now - while eating dinner?...I mean, I get why you did it back there, but now?"

Shaking his head at you like you were some sort of idiot, Randall told you, "You really are clueless sometimes, you know that? I'm trying to get something going here. You know, make things a lot hotter for the next time 'naughty, sexy mommy' comes out. If I just act like me it'll be no fun! There's got to be some build up and shit. You've got to actually start thinking of me as if I really am your mother."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Look, in any one of those mom/son porno movies, if at the start the 'mom' went up to the 'son' and was like 'Hi, my name is Kendra Bangsalot, I'm going to pretend to be your mom in this movie' - then that would totally kill the whole fucking reality and mood of the thing! So if you want to have fun with your mommy then you're going to have to pretend like I am her - you know, role play and shit - that way it'll be way fucking sexier when something happens."

Stuttering a little in response to this, recalling what had just gone on between the two of you just over an hour before (becoming excited at the prospect of it happening again), you asked, "Some..something happens?"

"Use your imagination, dude," he said, giving you a knowing little smirk, before returning again to his point. "So, anytime I'm acting like your real mom you've got to play along...you know, just like we used to back when we were younger - playing make believe and shit. You've got to call me mom and pretend like Randall's not really here. It'll be fun!"

Though obviously the idea of having 'fun' (whatever exactly that entailed) with your mother's mature and curvy body did make your penis twitch and your hormones go slightly crazy, and even though you had previously gone along with it during Randall's little show, you weren't exactly sure you'd be able to actually role play with him like he wanted - this situation being a lot different and far more awkward than messing around when you were kids. "I dunno, Randall...won't it be a little weird pretending like your my mom all the time when I know you're not?"

"It won't be all the time. Just when I feel like having some fun," he assured you, his smirk getting wider as he sat up and once again thrust out his chest, "Besides, you know it'll be well worth it. Or have you forgotten already how fucking hard you got looking at mommy's huge big tits and pussy?"

"Uh, no...no I definitely haven't," you replied, feeling your cock hardening as you watched him squeezing at his chest through his blouse, all the while gazing over at you like some sort of sultry seductress and licking at his lips with his tongue. It was one hell of a sight and one you weren't sure you'd ever get used to, seeing your once ordinary plain Jane (in your eyes anyway) mom suddenly transformed into some sort of incredibly sexual, hugely attractive creature, that quite literally turned your brain to jelly.

Snapping out of this performance and letting out a little chuckle, Randall grinned, "See, there you go," before informing you that, "It won't be that hard anyway. Don't I look like your mom? And don't I sound like her?"

Well this wasn't exactly something you had to even think twice about, his mannerisms and the way he talked might have been slightly different, but there was no doubt that it was your mother's body sitting there in front of you - looking and sounding exactly like her - and so you nodded, "Yeah."

"Well then, sweetheart, I guess I must be, huh?" he winked, falling back into the pretense once more.

Agreeing, figuring that he was right and that you could at least try and go along with it, you replied a little more positively, "Yeah. I guess so."

"I guess so....what?"

"I guess so, mom."

"There now. That's a good boy," Randall said, suddenly sitting up from the table and passing you his now empty plate. "Now why don't you go clean up these dishes while I run myself a nice hot bath. I feel like I've been on my feet all day and I could use a little relaxation time."

"Okay. Sure, mom," you told him, not needing to be prompted this time as you happily took the plate and began gathering up the dishes.

Smiling at this, finally getting the response he wanted, he then sauntered past you towards the door - but not before pausing momentarily to pick something up off the floor (what you were not quite sure), the action causing the tight skirt to mold to each butt cheek as he leaned forward, holding the position for a good ten or so seconds, giving you ample opportunity to stare at your own mother's large, round ass. Your eyes were of course glued to the image, finding the sight to be captivating beyond belief, yet feeling at the same time kind of ashamed and guilty for actually looking. This of course was presumably what Randall had been trying to achieve, the actual pretense that he was your mom creating all kinds of conflicting feelings that upped the erotica all the more - there being a dangerous, perverted edge to checking out your own mom's ass in such a mundane and normal setting as this.

Standing back up after having retrieved what ever it was, Randall then glanced round at you for a moment and you quickly averted your eyes, feeling just for that split second that it really was your mom standing there and you were about to be caught, causing a huge rush of embarrassment but also excitement throughout your body.

"Shit, what is wrong with me?" you asked yourself, after he'd continued on out of the kitchen, paying no mind to your obviously flushed face (though presumably well aware of what you'd been doing), having never before imagined that you could be so turned on by your own mother. As much as you wanted to fight it and as much as you knew it was wrong, there really was nothing you could do about it now - not after what had happened back there in your room. You had seen her pussy for God's sake! Watched him play with it (through pantyhose perhaps, but it was still her pussy)! That was where you'd come from...where you'd been born, and it had been without a doubt the most beautiful, most arousing thing you'd ever witnessed. You just couldn't wait to see more!

Letting out a small sigh as you rubbed at your crotch, recalling all the details of it you could remember - the sights, the sounds, and even the smell, you said to yourself, "I really am going to hell!" as you took the dishes over to the sink and set about doing the washing up, very much hoping that all this role play and this new relationship/dynamic you and your best friend now had would more than make up for how conflicted it all made you feel.