Before I could move on to fuck the futa I still needed to fuck, I needed water.
Hydration was important, after all. Even though it was impossible to feel thirsty while fully imrsed in virtual reality, unless playing one of those survival gas that actually had hunger and thirst chanics, our real bodies still needed water. Most headsets ca with a built-in system that automatically reminded people at set intervals to get food, water, and to go to the bathroom.
My water reminder went off, so I temporarily parted ways with everybody to go and get so water.
But the simple act of getting water was never truly as simple as it sounded in my household.
“Hey, brat.” I could already tell that sothing was wrong just from the way that my mom called out to . She had a… tone of sorts whenever sothing was wrong. Or rather, it wasn’t like anything was seriously wrong so much as she was just… confused.
I wasn’t going to be just getting so water. “What’s up?”
“What’s… a ‘nugget?’”
It was a good thing I didn’t have any water yet. I probably would have spit it out if I did. “Uh… context?”
“One of my friends gave this guy my picture and number. Told her not to, but she did. So, we’ve been texting. He actually turned out to be pretty nice… and he doesn’t look half bad, either. Has nothing on your dad, but I’ll never get laid again for the rest of my life if I expect anybody to be even a quarter as good as he was. Anyways, started joking around about my legs. You know. Make so jokes about it to bring it up in a non-totally-awkward way rather than just spring it on him out of nowhere. Then… he called
a nugget.”
Yeah. I absolutely would have spilled out my water if I was drinking any. “You… tell
what you think it might an first.”
“Well, it probably has sothing to do with chicken, right? Like a chicken nugget? So, is he calling
a cock? But that doesn’t really make any sense. If it has to do with popping my legs off… then…” My mom froze, looked
straight in the eyes, and looked like she had a lightbulb appear over her head. “He wants to use my legs for penetration?!”
I couldn’t resist laughing when I heard that. “Please—please don’t tell
you’re serious.”
“Well, I an, nuggets. Chicken nuggets. Chicken. Cock. Anything can be used as a dildo if you’re brave enough. Therefore, he wants to use my legs for so kind of kinky toy play. Right? What else would it be? He probably wants to try shoving one of my legs up his ass.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being purposely extre or if you’re just dumb.”
“That’s what makes it fun, right?”
I had to give her that. “Do you really want to know?”
“Obviously. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“You might think you’re a pervert, but you’re pretty vanilla in the end. Anyways, a nugget is a person who doesn’t have arms or legs. So they just have a torso and head. They look… kind of like a chicken nugget. I think that’s what people had in mind when they ca up with it, anyways? Honestly, I can’t imagine why else sobody would be called a nugget. But it has to do with not having limbs.”
“Huh. Well… I was kind of close at least. It still has to do with chicken nuggets. I wasn’t completely off.”
“I’ll spare your ego and let you think that you were close by assuming that ‘nugget’ has anything to do with fucking a man in the ass using detachable legs. Also, how old is this guy you’re talking to?”
“Don’t… don’t ask
that.”
“Mom. How old is he?”
My mom looked away and scratched the side of her head. “I—I told you not to ask
that.”
“Mom.”
“Twenty. At least his age doesn’t start with a one.”
I couldn’t help but to cringe as soon as I heard that. “Would you please stop considering hooking up with guys who are younger than ?”
“He-hey, don’t judge . I thought you’re supposed to be accepting inclusive and not care about what anybody does as long as it’s consensual?”
“I am, but you’re also my mom, and I’m always going to have so personal bias when it cos to you. It’s weird when you hook up with guys who are even younger than .”
“But guys my age are so boring! And I’m helping guys fulfill their fantasies of hooking up with a cougar! I’m doing a public service here! I’m an asset to the community!”
“You’re a cradle robber.”
My mom sighed and threw her phone away from her. “Fine. Don’t let your mom have any fun. Just let her shrivel up until she’s an old, wrinkly woman who nobody wants to fuck anymore instead of letting
have fun while I’m in my peak cougar years. What’s the point of being a MILF if the F never happens?”
“Not like you’d actually go through with it anyways.”
She flopped onto her back on the couch and sighed. “I know, but at least let
be reminded of how hot I am by a bunch of younger guys without making
feel like a creep over it.”
It wasn’t that I wanted to sha my mom or anything like that, but… they were guys even younger than . Sure, she never actually followed through on her teasing to do anything with them, and basically just blueballed them… but it still just felt weird. I probably wouldn’t care if she wasn’t my mom. It would still be a bit weird to , since there’s always sothing a bit weird about age gaps like that where one partner is twice as old as the other, but I wouldn’t complain as long as everybody involved was eighteen years or older and consenting. Well, and so long as whoever was older didn’t et the person while they were underage. Then grooming beca a concern.
But still. She was my mom. It was selfish of , but I just didn’t want to think of her being with anybody younger than
who might et
in an online ga and go, “Yeah well I fucked your mom.”
“I’m going back to my room now,” I said after getting a glass of water. “Have fun robbing cradles.”
Before I could go back, though, she leaned up and asked , “Hey, what… if I actually start dating again?”
“Then you’d start dating again.”
“I an… would you be alright with it?”
“Of course I would. You’re a grown woman, aren’t you? You can do whatever you want.”
“Yeah but…”
“Dad would want you to, too. Do you really think he was selfish enough to want you to go the rest of your life without putting the F into MILF?”
Mom smiled and chuckled a little. “You’re right. But still… maybe that’s why I like younger guys. I know nothing will happen with them. But with any guys my age… sothing might actually happen, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
“Well, just take your ti with it. There’s no need to rush into anything. Take things at your own pace and make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Are you sure you’d be alright with it? I… know so kids get jealous when their single parents start dating again. Especially in widow situations.”
“I’m not going to feel like you’re cheating on Dad or anything, and I’m only going to get jealous if anybody else starts calling you momborg.”
“I’ll kick anybody else who tries, alright?”
“Deal.”
“But seriously. I want you to be happy, alright? Don’t worry about , and don’t worry about Dad, either. Be selfish. Go find so hot, middle-aged guy with a salt-and-pepper beard, and teach him all about what it ans to be with a nugget MILF.”
“Wait, I’m already a MILF, so am I a NILF, too? A ‘nugget I’d like to fuck?’ What about a MNILF? ‘Motherly nugget I’d like to fuck?’ I like that. MNILF. I bet nobody else alive is a MNILF.”
“Yeah, yeah. You can be a MNILF.”
“Oh, tell your girlfriends I’m available if I’m going to start dating.”
“I don’t think they’ll be interested. Also, what’d I tell you about going for people your own age?”
My mom kicked her thigh stubs around and whined. “But they’re so cute! I want your girlfriends for myself! Co on, share them with ! Or just give them to . You can go find so new girlfriends. You can get a girlfriend just by walking around outside for five minutes. It’s harder for an old, fuckable, motherly nugget like myself.”
“If anybody ever questions why I am the way that I am, I’m just going to let them talk to you for five minutes.”
She stuck her tongue out at
before flopping back onto her back. “Thanks, by the way. I’m still going to feel insecure about it, but… it helps knowing you won’t feel bad about it.”
“As long as they’re not younger than .”
“Yeah, yeah. Go back to hogging your girlfriends all to yourself or sothing. Geez, I didn’t raise you to be so selfish.”
I was already done with my water before I could even get back to my room. “Don’t worry,” I said while refilling my glass. “I’ll get even more girlfriends to make you even more jealous. I’ll have so many girlfriends that we can take up all the space on the couch, and you’ll just be forced to stand there, watch, and pout.”
“I’ll just drag you off the couch and take your spot in the middle of them all. I’ll surround myself with your girlfriends and show them what it ans to be with a real man.”
“But you’re not a man.”
“I can be with my legs, apparently. Rember, anything is a dildo if you’re brave enough.”
“I don’t think any of them are brave enough to try getting fucked by—”
Wait.
No.
That wasn’t true.
Lily… would probably consent to
trying to penetrate her with a prosthetic leg.
“Damian,” my mom said. “It would be Lily, wouldn’t it?”
“I… I’m not saying that,” I replied.
“Trust , I can tell. She’s totally the type who will try anything else, even if it’s with a prosthetic leg.”
“Please don’t think about fucking Lily with a prosthetic leg, you degenerate nugget.”
“What? You afraid I’ll steal her away with my legs?” She picked her nearest leg up off the floor and waved it around a little. “You can’t compete with this length and girth.”
“Please don’t compare the size of my dick to your prosthetic leg.”
“Then give
your girlfriends.”
“No.”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with
stealing them via the power of prosthetic legs.”
I took one of the ice cubes out from my glass and threw it across the room at her. Honestly, my luck ended up being incredible seeing as how it smacked her right in the face before sliding down into her shirt. She flailed around in a panic after that to try and get it out of her shirt. Seeing as how she wasn’t exactly all that dressed and her top was left mostly unbuttoned, I had to turn away just because I didn’t want to see her accidentally flash .
That reminded
of when I was a kid and would have friends over sotis. My mom never covered up as much as she should have, and my friends had every intention of checking her out whenever she was in the sa room as us.
I made sure they couldn’t.
Now, I was not sobody who believed in choosing violence when it ca to resolving problems.
But I absolutely believed in violence whenever my friends were checking out my mom.
Though, to be fair, it wasn’t like I abused them or anything. All I did was smack them with pillows and then kick their asses extra hard in whatever ga we’d be playing at the ti.
“Jerk,” my mom said, presumably after getting the ice cube out from her shirt.
So, I turned around again. I needed to face her direction if I wanted to get back to my room anyways.
That was a mistake.
She had unbuttoned her shirt even more and was basically left in only her bra, and I didn’t need to learn about what kind of bras she wore and the fact that they looked too small on her.
Thankfully, she didn’t notice that I saw her. I could tell because I knew she would have been teasing
about it if she did notice .
She did, however, say, “See, now this would be the perfect ti if your girlfriends were over here. I’m already half naked, so I could tease them about getting completely naked. Plus they’re gay, at least enough to like each other, and I have a pretty nice body, so I could totally seduce them like this.”
Seeing as how she had it in her to ramble, it was probably safe to turn around again.
It wasn’t.
I turned around while she was in the middle of adjusting her bra.
And she noticed
that ti.
As soon as I turned back around, she said, “Heh. You’re lucky I’m not degenerate enough to tease my own son.”
“I’m ignoring you now,” I replied, walking backwards with one hand against the wall so that I could figure out where I was going.
“Maybe I should text your girlfriends a picture of
like this. I haven’t texted them in a few days anyways.”
I forgot that my mom even had their numbers. She wanted them in case anything happened to
while I was on vacation with them, and apparently she’d been talking with them every now and then ever since then.
I was going to have to find out what sort of things they talked about.
“My girlfriends don’t need to suffer from your sexual harassnt,” I said and sighed.
“It’s not sexual harassnt if they like it,” she replied.
“You’re like a perverted old man.”
“I know. I’m great.”
Finally, I reached the hallway I needed to go down and could walk without going backwards. Though, just out of habit, I ended up looking over my shoulder at her before leaving… and saw her covered up again as she stuck her tongue out at .
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I had full faith in her being able to seduce Lily and Akorya if they weren’t already dating .
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