"Mobile Unit 2" - A strong and independent woman is corrupted by her teenage son.

Author's Note:
This tale began on Goliath's "Reality Warped" CHYOA story, listed under the branch name: "Your son, a portable Master PC unit". It was originally started from a second-person perspective and riddled with typos, but I'm bringing it over here and making some very slight tweaks and much-needed corrections. In case you want to read a bit more than what's available here, or want to check out one of the other entertaining branches there, here's the link to Goliath's story:

https://chyoa.com/story/Reality-Warped-%5BNow-Public%5D.31731

Anyway, here's the beginning of the new version!

Melissa opened the front door to her home and kicked her heels off, sighing from how much her feet ached after such another long day at work.

She’s worked as an District Account Manager for a multinational sales corporation for the past few years, ever since her bastard of an ex-husband divorced her and their three children to go off and strike it rich in Vegas. He should've wound up dead in a gutter, per her direct wishes, but Victor actually managed to turn an unbelievable profit with the fifty-thousand dollars he stole from the family. Melissa didn't want anything from him aside from the car and the house at the time of the divorce, but that was because she figured things wouldn't work out for him. As it turns out, he knew someone that was a wiz with computers and money laundering, so the bastard either hired or bribed him into hacking their former joint bank account, draining Melissa of every penny she had.

Thankfully, she has a Master's degree in Business Management, so finding a well-paying job after not working for almost two decades wasn't hard to do, but the amount of credit card debt she racked up in those initial few months took some time to pay off.

Being sure that her college-age daughters and teenage son were taken care of was expensive, after all.

Speaking of the devils, Tammy and Gina were sitting around in the living room and greeted Melissa as soon as she walked in through the front door.

"Hey mom." Tammy said, eating from a bag of chips on the couch with her bare feet kicked up on the coffee table. She was five-foot-one, blonde, fairly pretty, but didn't have much in the way of womanly curves.

"Rough day?" Gina asked, looking up from her phone in Melissa's large brown recliner. She stood three inches taller than Melissa at five-foot-eleven, had neck-length raven hair and a few extra pounds she wouldn't mind losing, and was about as well-endowed in curves as her twiggy sister.

"Hey girls, and not really." Melissa said, giving them a light shrug as she a smile. "What have you two been up to today?"

"School, dreading school, and thinking about burning the school down." Gina sighed.

"Hey, same." Tammy said with a laugh.

"Just hang in there, girls." Melissa rolled her eyes at them as she turned and walked towards the hallway. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."

Just before she was out of earshot, Melissa heard Tammy joke with her sister about asking their piece of shit father if he would buy them fake breasts so they could hook a rich boyfriend. Well, she prayed that she was joking. Melissa’s parents didn't raise her to be solely dependent on a man to take care of her financially, and she wanted the same for her own daughters.

As soon as she got to her room, Melissa stripped down until she was in her plain white panties and bra, and she then took a moment to admire her reflection in the full-length mirror in one corner of the room. She was slender and pale, her long brown hair was healthy and shiny in its current ponytail, her B-cup bust still looked nice when tucked into the bra, and her big butt was round and shapely from her bi-weekly exercise routines at the house.

Melissa could've worked out a bit more often, in truth, but her lazy pervert of a son was home almost constantly, and he was always trying to sneak a glimpse of her in her form-fitting work-out clothes and bending into all sorts of positions that any healthy young man would find erotic.

Mike had just recently graduated High school, but instead of finding a college to attend or a job to earn his own spending money as soon as that summer ended, he somehow decided that it was in his best interest to stay home all day and play video games. Being the pushover she could be at times, Melissa promised that he had one year to take a break from everything to relax, and it felt like he was taking that way too seriously. The boy could at least go out and make some friends, find a girlfriend, or do something that would allow his hot mother to have the house to herself some days.

After getting dressed in a more comfortable set of clothes, which included a gray T-shirt and black yoga pants, she headed off to the central bathroom for a shower.

Upon entering, Melissa sees her short son Mike standing in front of the sink without any clothes on and vigorously pumping away at his five-inch dick for all it was worth.

She let out a sharp scream and pulled back into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Jesus, mom! Can't you knock first?!"

"Me?!" Melissa shouted, suddenly angry. "Lock the damn door for once!"

This wasn't the first time she’d caught him watching muted porn on his phone and beating his meat to whatever Japanese cartoon he was lusting over, but since this was technically the fifth time in the last six months, she was somewhat desensitized to it now, and had wasted enough breath telling him to be more discreet about it.

Melissa stormed off back to her room, deciding that she could just shower in the morning. She had the next day off anyway, so it's not like she’d be wasting time in her morning routine by doing so. Besides, the day had, in fact, been long and hard, and she was ready to get some well-deserved shut-eye.

When Saturday morning came, she took her time and showered in peace, not worrying about making it to work on time.

After that, Melissa went to the kitchen to make some coffee and toast, and then planted her round rump in the center of the couch and opened up her laptop.

As she checked social media and news articles, her daughters came down dressed up and ready for the day, letting Melissa know that Gina was going to drop Tammy off at the mall to meet up with some friends before heading off to play Dungeons and Dragons with her own friends. She handed them one of her debit cards and told them to be safe, and they left the house with giddy thanks.

Mike decided to stumble out from the hallway shortly before noon crept around, not making eye-contact with his mother as he made his way to the kitchen. The short young man was wearing a pair of dark-blue sweatpants and a dirty black T-shirt, his long brown hair was a mess around his head, and the dark circles around his eyes told Melissa that he only slept for a few hours last night, if at all.

"Mike." Melissa said flatly, just before he made it to the kitchen's entryway. He stopped in place and turned to scowl at her. "Be a dear and go check the mail, please."

He sighed, but did just that, his back slouched in annoyance.

Melissa smirked and finished the last of her lukewarm coffee. At least he's not completely useless, she thought to herself.

A couple of minutes later, Mike returned with several unopened letters in his left hand while holding something close to his face with the other.

It looked like a cellphone that was at least two decades old, one of those that could slide out to reveal a tiny keyboard.

"What's that?" Melissa asked with a furrowed brow as she took the mail that he was handing her.

"An old phone, I think. I found it laying on the sidewalk... Have you ever heard of something called 'Master PC'?"

She shook her head 'no' and closed her laptop, not paying any mind to Mike as walked off into the kitchen with a strange look of confusion and/or amusement on his face while examining the small device's screen with growing interest.

Just as she opened the first letter above the closed laptop in her lap, wondering how high her electric bill was last month, her train of thought was interrupted by a loud: "Whoa!"