"Hey asshole, didn't you leave yet?" Mom yelled. Her "boyfriend" is visiting. "Be grateful a loser like you still has a job, despite doing everything to lose it!"
My shift doesn't start until 2 pm. But a 3-hour overtime is an orgasm compared to spending a minute with this aging porkbottom. She had her lingerie out as if anyone wanted to see a parachute spill out of it. And she doesn't know, but I've been holding onto a secret.
"Waiting for the presidential limousine now?"
I still couldn't believe it. I questioned them on everything, but somehow it all checked out. Nobody knew about this. But my prayers got answered yesterday - I won the 5 million dollar lottery!
I'd finally leave Mom and this house forever. Their package will arrive anytime today - a USB key with setup instructions. I don't know how I'd work today. It would be so satiating slapping a wad of cash on Mom's face, as she looks open-mouthed, reeling at the thought of sucking up to me for the rest of her life. She doesn't know I could actually afford a limo now.
After absent-mindedly finishing my shift, I immediately dashed home and checked the mailbox. The parcel had come, covered in rolls of cello tape. I collected it and rang the doorbell.
"It's you." Mom huffed as she opened the door.
I was taken aback by her cardigan, translucent and clearly exposing her lingerie - it meant her boyfriend was still there. Why wasn't his car parked?
"Don't get pissed, I'll leave immediately and stay the night with a friend," I said. But, the strangest thing happened.
"Come on in," she said, and her thick round ass swayed into the house.
A smell of smoky charred meat and melted cheese filled the living room. A packet of burgers and cold drinks stood on the table.
"Eat what you want. I got two of everything," she said and sat on the couch. I put the parcel on the table and slowly sat next to her. It was awfully quiet. I couldn't help myself from tracing out her voluptuous tits. They barely fit in her bra and packed such a tight cleavage between them.
What's up with this food? Where's her boyfriend?
She looked despondent, her soft glossy red lips slightly parted, staring into the air. This is the first time I've seen her in skimpy clothes. I bit the burger to divert my mind. What a dirty walk it was… Her underwear barely contained her ass… My eyes glided to her plump bare thighs… What a whorish curvy body she had.
"Why can't more men be like you?" She looked at me and sniffled. Wait a second, she wanted someone to be like me?
"Useless as fuck, but at least you're honest…"