Push the Buttons!

>Norman spent his Saturday like he did every week, trying his best to play Hakan against an army against scrub Ken players.
>It was frustrating, as usual, but today he was on his game.
>He was comboing the slide, oiling up, doing everything he was supposed to.
>He had just landed the final hit against another Ken when he heard his phone ring.
>A series of numbers flashed across the screen, a string Norman didn't recognize.
>He pressed the talk button and brought the receiver to his ear.
"Hello?"
>"Hello," A playful voice answered, "May I please speak to Norman?"
"Speaking."
>"Oh, good, I'm in need of your ... services."
"And what 'services' are you referring to?"
>"Oh, you are a babysitter, aren't you?"
"If the pay's good, yes. I tend not to want to babysit; bad experiences and all."
>"That's fine, I'm just happy I found someone to watch my little tike," she giggled, "Can you be at my house at 5 PM tomorrow night?"
"How much am I getting paid?"
>"Oh," she giggled, "You'll be paid about 8 dollars an hour. I might give you a bonus if you do really well."
"Consider myself hired," Norman said, "I'll be there by five."
>"Thank you so much!" she squealed with joy, "Here's the address."
>She told him the information that he needed and hung up the phone.
"Great, another babysitting gig."
>Norman went back to his Xbox to play the night away.

>He rolled into the driveway the next evening, his sedan's tires digging into the gravel.
>After putting the car in park, he slung his jacket over his shoulder and schlepped to the door of the ranch house.
>A couple brisk knocks and minutes of waiting later, the aged door creaked open.
>Standing in front of Norman was a short, brown-eyed boy with a helicopter beanie.
>His wide eyes stared straight through the strange man scowling at him.
>His jaw hung open as he fell back on his only defense.
>"Mom!" he shouted behind him, "The babysitter's here!"
>The mother bear came to protect her cub, her claws clicking against the hardwood floor.
>Norman exhaled, terrified of the lumbering beast soon to make dinner with his sigmoid colon.
>"So, you must be Norman," a calm voice cooed.

>Norman's jaw dislocated when the kid's mother stepped into frame.
>Her legs started at her feet but never stopped going upwards.
>Her thighs were molded to perfection, her muscles pressing weakly against her skin.
>Her body defied gravity; her waist was far too thin to possibly support her supple chest.
>Norman figured her wide hips served as a counterweight, but it still looked like she would topple any second.
>Her dress hugged her form tightly and a necklace of pearls was draped across her neck.
>But what really took Norman's breath away was her face.
>Her electric blue eyes batted at him with a subtle flirt. Her eyeshadow highlighted their beauty, bringing them into clearer focus.
>Her lips were thin as a whip and twice as sharp, a thick coat of crimson clinging to them.
>Her hair, good God almighty her HAIR. It fell to the side of her face like a wedding veil, disguising her beauty.
>The light played with the natural wisps in her locks, brown flashing to blonde and back again.
>"What are you staring at?" she giggled, "Do I really look that good?" Norman's eyes recolored as he snapped back to reality.
"You look wonderful," he said, "What's with the get-up?"
>"I'm having a girl's night out," she said, slipping an earring into her left lobe, "I'm so glad you decided to watch my little Button."
>Norman looked to her side, expecting to see Button standing by his mother, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Where'd he go?" Norman asked.
>"Probably playing that damn Nintendo again," she giggled, "I just can't get him away from that thing."
"I can relate," Norman laughed, "I was the same way when I was a kid."
>Button's mom chuckled with him, an awkward laugh like when someone laughs at an inside joke they don't understand.
>"Well I'm sure you'll get along just fine," she said, putting on the last earring and slinging her purse over her shoulder, "Have fun!"
"Wait!" Norman shouted, "What do I do for--"
>"Dinner's in the fridge and bedtime's at 9 PM!" she hollered from inside the car, "You'll be fine! The kid practically watches himself!"
>She drove off without another word from Norman. He stood in the foyer of the house, the sounds of Button's game resonating down the hall.
>With a heaving sigh he started off towards Button to begin his wasted night.

>He stuck out his hand to open the door to Button's room but nearly fell over when he met no resistance.
"The kid leaves his door open?" he thought, "Who the hell DOES that?"
>His room was nearly pitch black, the typical gamer setup.
>His blinds were shut, eclipsing the dim evening light of the setting sun.
>The only light in his room came from the fluorescent LCD screen that his eyes were glued to.
>He sat like a statue, his thumbs and eyes darting around the only signs of movement.
>Norman looked up at what he was playing. He was playing an Xbox (which his mom had misidentified as a Nintendo), and the fan whirred like a helicopter.
>His eyes widened when he saw the letter "K.O." in large red letters.
"IS THAT MAHVEL?"
>Button paused the game and slowly turned to Norman, who stood comically in the doorway with a finger pointed at the screen.
>"You mean Marvel? With an "R"?" Button said, stunned that someone else in the world cared about vidya.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Norman's breath quickened. He ran to Button's side like an anxious puppy.
"Oh man, I remember the days of Mahvel 2," Norman began, staring into space as memories danced in front of him, "All the Cable players and M/S/S teams---"
>"M/S/S?" Button asked.
"Magneto/Storm/Sentinel," Norman said, "They were ridiculously overpow---"
>"Sentinel! I play him as my anchor! He's soooo good." Norman laughed.
"Kid, you have no idea how much of a beast he was in Mahvel 2. They nerfed him hard in this game."
>"So let me get this straight," Button said, putting the controller down, "YOU used to play this?"
"For a little while," Norman said, "I must have switched teams about five times in three months."
>"Think you could beat me?" Button said, handing Norman an arcade stick.
"You have no idea who you're up against, kiddo." The pair fistbumped and went to the character select screen.

>Button was quick to select his characters, the standard Akuma/Doom/Sentinel team. Norman laughed.
"Hey, that's Justin Wong's team, isn't it?"
>"Who?"
"Nevermind."
>Norman went to his favorite team: Deadpool/Doom/Dormammu. He loved giving scrubs "The D's" online.
>Button looked at him with awe and a hint of frustration.
>"Hey!" he shouted, "You can't use Doom! I'm using him!" Norman chuckled.
"Kid, if everyone followed that rule in tournaments and arcades, this game wouldn't be fun."
>Button pouted but accepted the elder's words. The screen blared as the fight began.
>Norman quickly realised that he was in over his head with this fight.
>The kid must have practiced his combos and tech 24 hours a day. He never dropped a combo, not once.
>That damn Hidden Missiles assist caught him every time, opening him up to a big combo.
>As tough as the kid was, Norman still had some old tech up his sleeves.
>He had all sorts of crazy teleport shenanigans with Deadpool, and the classic "PINEAPPLE SURPRISE" spam.
>The match came to a head when the pair were left to their anchors at level three X-Factor.
>Norman knew how deadly Sentinel was with X-Factor, able to kill Thor with one basic combo.
>But Norman's Dormammu was legendary. He could combo off of anything, and his defense was excellent.
>Button tried an unsafe combo and ate Dormammu's level 3 hyper.
>The round finished with a satisfying K.O. splash screen. Button brought his face to his controller in a mini-fit of rage.
"Looks like I still got it, eh?" Norman said, bumping the fuming kid with his elbow.
>Button wasn't going down without a fight.
>"Rematch," he said coolly, "You can change characters if you want."
"Alright," Norman chuckled, "But just one more match."
>They played Marvel the entire night, never stopping once to eat or even use the restroom.
>It was well past Button's bedtime when they finished their final match.
>Button had just landed the final hit when he heard the whispering gravel on the driveway.
>"What the?" Button said as he peeked out the window. He stiffened like he'd touched an electric fence.

"What's up?" Norman asked.
>"Crap!" he shouted, "It's Mom! She'll kill me if I'm up past bedtime!"
"She'll kill me too if you're not," Norman panicked, "Quick, get into bed."
>"But I haven't had din---"
"No time! Get into bed before your Mom comes upstairs! Now!"
>Button clambered into bed as the tumblers of the front door shifted into place.
>Norman shut off the Xbox and walked out of the room.
>Footsteps fell on the stairs as Norman closed the door as slowly as he could.
>He had just locked the door when she walked up to him.
>"Norman!" she said, she reeked of alcohol, "How are ya?"
"Good, Mrs. Mash" he replied, "I'd just tucked little Button into bed."
>"It's Ms. Mash, by the way," she shook his finger at him, "But please, call me Sarah."
"Sarah?" he thought, "That's a strangely normal name for this town."
"Okay Ms---I mean, Sarah, how was your night?"
>"It was GREAT!" she shouted before bringing her hand to her mouth "Oops, hope I didn't wake him."
"I don't think you did," Norman said, cracking the door open, "You want to kiss him goodnight?"
>"Nah," she said, "He's already sleeping. I'm sure he's thinking of Mommy anyway."
"Okay then," he closed the door, "So, how long were you gone?"
>"About 5 hours, I think," she said, the cogs clunking as she calculated his fee, "So that's 40 dollars."
"Wonderful, do I get check or ca---"
>"However," her eyelids drooped, "I didn't get one phone call about him misbehaving. You're a very talented caretaker, Norman. I think you've earned the bonus..."

>She stepped forward, her eyelids batting like butterfly wings. Norman stepped back.
"Yeah, how much are we talking here?"
>"Oh it's not money," she said, steadily approaching him, "In fact, I've never given any babysitter the 'bonus'. You're just that special..."
>Her syllables dragged like a stalking cat, ready to pounce on its unsuspecting prey.
>Norman kept walking backwards, maintaining distance between him and the predator approaching him.
>His breath caught in his throat as he lost his footing.
>He tumbled backward onto a queen size bed, his scrawny body sinking into the soft bedspread.
>She loomed over him, collapsing over his teenage body.
>Her soft breasts cushioned her fall as she pinned him to the bed.
>Norman struggled to get free.
"Please, Ms. Mash, Just pay me and let me be."
>"Shhhh," she brought a finger to his lips, "Just relax and enjoy yourself. You've earned it."
>Norman tried to object but her lips replaced her finger as she pressed against him.
>Her hair laid across his face as she locked herself firmly in the embrace.
>Her tongue dove inside him, hooking against the teenager's tongue and dancing with it.
>Her hands grabbed the sides of Norman's head, holding him in place.
>Norman's hands, on instinct, draped along her back, not hugging her but not resisting either.
>He looked over her shoulder to look down the hall.
>Button's door was slightly open. He couldn't be sure whether he was asleep or not.
>Sarah pulled her head up, a string of saliva connecting their tongues.
>"Feeling better yet?" she cooed, bring a hand to his crotch.
>A quick stroking was all that was needed to get it up, bulging prominently into his trousers.
>Sarah giggled, "Hard already? You don't get around much, do you?"
>Norman winced from her deft touch, moaning quietly as her succubus smile grew.
>"So I guess you've never seen a pair of these up close?" she said as she grabbed the hem of her shirt with crossed arms.
>Norman's soul seemed to leave his body as she revealed her maternal orbs.

>They bounced slightly as they were released from their prison. It didn't occur to Norman that she hadn't been wearing a bra, but it didn't matter to him.
>Two great, heaving tits, easily D cups, bulged from her chest. Her nipples were dainty but prominent.
>She sat directly on his cock, the fly of her dress pants straddling his bulge.
>"Like what you see?" she shook her chest back and forth.
>Her tits swayed in time as Norman absent-mindedly shook his head.
>"Go on, touch them," she said, leaning down and pressing her chest against his body.
>Norman reached down and groped her tender orbs. She moaned, humming a song of pleasure as her tits were tended to.
>He moved his hands in a circle, grabbing as much boob with each hand as he could.
>It was no easy task, her pillows felt like they were spilling between his fingers.
>She may have been a good 20 years older than him but DAMN was she fine.
>Her nipples peeked out between his fingers, tempting Norman to squeeze them.
"Think Norman, what do they do in all those pornos?"
>Norman brought his mouth up to her breasts and suckled.
>Sarah whined as her teat was engulfed in Norman's mouth.
>She couldn't remember the last time someone had sucked there.
>She thought back to the times where Button suckled her for milk, drinking her dry every day with his meal.
>She looked down at Norman and told herself that it really wasn't much different.
>While Norman sucked on her breasts, she returned the favor by grinding against his cock-bulge.
>Norman moaned into her breast, sending waves of pleasure shooting to her brain.
>The sexual cogs clunked inside her brain as her pussy started to leak.
>Her maternal thoughts had triggered another response, something much more primal.
>She lifted herself off of Norman to slip off her pants as well as Norman's trousers and boxers.
>She was anything if not skilled; not once did Norman lose his suction on her breasts.
>Now all that stood between him and her pussy was her thin blue panties.
>She continued to mash her hips against Norman's cock until she felt a sting of pleasure behind her nipple.
>Her body locked up and rocked against Norman's face as an alien sensation washed through her.

>Norman had sucked for who knows how long. He'd rather suckle her for two hours rather than an eternity in heaven.
>His bliss was interrupted when something warm splashed on his tongue.
>A warm, creamy liquid cascaded down his throat, a continuous stream washing through his mouth.
>He wasn't sure what it was, but this must have been what ambrosia tasted like.
>It was like a cinnamon milkshake, only much creamier. It had the texture of eggnog and twice as sweet.
>The fluid poured down his throat for about thirty seconds while Sarah groaned all the while.
>Milk dribbled down the back of Norman's hand as it seeped from her unsuckled nipple.
>Norman took his mouth off and stared down at the spent teat.
"What the? Did you just---?"
>"I'm sorry," she panted, "Just a motherly reaction, you know?"
"Don't be sorry," Norman said, "It tasted delicious."
>Sarah blushed, "Thanks. Now let's see how YOU taste."
>She licked her lips and pressed Norman into the bed again.
>A cougar-like glare flashed across her eyes as she turned herself around.
>She pressed herself down again, making Norman sink deeper into the indent he had formed.
>Norman's nose nearly bled when her baby-blue panties stopped in front of his face, rivers of juice seeping from the white-lace edges.
>"Go on," she purred as she cradled his cock with her hand, "I'm sure you know what to do."
>She lowered her ass, burying Norman's face in her crotch as she buried her face into his.
>Norman moaned into her panties as her mouth deftly engulfed his shaft.
>Her cameltoe shone proudly through the cloth, a moist spot growing with every second.
>Her blowjob was an expert's craft. She knew every trick, every move, and every spot to make Norman enter nirvana.
>He focused long enough to grab her buttocks and pull himself up to her panties.
>His tongue slid along her clothed slit with all the skill and speed of a turtle on a sloped treadmill.
>Regardless, Sarah still moaned from his motions. It was like watching a child learning its first words.
>Norman flicked his tongue against her folds, searching for the tiny nub that sent women crazy.
>One long moan down his shaft was enough to tell him he found it.

>Her panties were soaked to the bone, her pussy clearly outlined in the dark blue fabric.
>His cock pulsed with pleasure as she deftly sucked.
>Norman pulled her panties aside and dug his face into her burning folds.
>Sarah let out a loud moan which echoed throughout the house. He must have really hit her sweet spot.
>Norman smiled at his work, but his face contorted when her felt a tight pressure at his groin.
"She's so damn good at this," Norman thought, "Whoever married her is a lucky man."
>She cradled his balls and sucked hard on the tip, eager to bring him to his peak.
>Norman, responding in kind, licked her faster, digging his tongue deep within her hot walls.
>He could feel the cum welling up behind his shaft. His breath quickened.
>Sarah could sense his imminent release and smiled a wicked grin.
>Just before the first contraction she lifted her mouth off of his shaft.
>Norman groaned and his cock twitched violently, but he was denied his orgasm.
>He was so close ... just a little more and he would have came.
>He licked a couple more times before she spun herself around again, returning to her starting position.
>"Not so fast, Norman," she growled, her pussy dripping just inches from his tip, "I've got plans for that."
>She climbed off of him and brought herself to the floor, resting on her hands and knees.
>She lowered her head down to the floor and brought her ass as high as she could into the air.
>Norman sat up, his cock hard as a rock as she presented himself to him.
>Rivers of lube ran down her thighs as her pussy begged for his shaft.
>"Come on, Norman," she snarled, "I'm all yours."
>Norman didn't have to think twice about the invitation.
>He hopped off the bed and kneeled to align his cock to her burning entrance.
>He grabbed her hips and mounted her, pressing his tip to her sacred folds.
>A deep moan rattled from Sarah's throat as he eased himself inside her.

>Her body contracted and folded up as Norman slowly thrust his length through her pulsing lips.
>Stings of pleasure coursed through their bodies. Their genitals seemed to weld together in the bond they formed.
>Norman drowned in the waves of euphoria that washed through him. Jacking off was nothing like this.
>He could feel every inch of her tight walls squeezing him, drenching him in his juices as he thrust back and forth.
>Her ridges leaked with juice as he forced himself inside her. Her tunnel widened with each thrust to accept his shaft.
>His head dragged back inside her, pulling some of her juices out with him.
>His cock massaged her G-spot and her clitoris as he fucked her like a stallion.
>She bent down over her, kissing her neck and cheeks as she grunted and moaned for more.
>He thrust harder and faster with every minute. He was fucking her hard and she loved every minute of it.
>She hadn't been fucked like that since her husband, and she couldn't believe how much she missed the feeling of a cock pushing inside her.
>Norman, likewise, marveled at the sensation of a cocksleeve wrapped around his shaft.
>On top of that it squeezed and pumped hot juice straight on him, keeping a constant coat of lubrication on his dick.
>It was like she was designed to fit him, made to be fucked his his twitching shaft.
>He reached his hand down to her swinging tits and grabbed as much as he could in one hand.
>She moaned louder this time, her maternal orbs being felt up again.
>She would give anything for Norman to suck on them again, they made her feel like a mother again.
>There was something else Norman could do, however, that would make her feel the same way.
>She'd watched Button grow up, from when he was a newborn all the way to becoming a preadolescent.
>For the past twelve years of her life she'd raised Button by herself, nursing him and tending to his needs.
>It had been the most stressful years of her life but she'd give anything to do it all again.
>She was snapped out of her daydream by a particularly hard thrust against her G-spot and Norman's guttural moans.

>She hadn't even noticed Norman's rapid thrusting in the midst of her fantasy.
>His hips moved like a piston, furiously pumping against her buttocks.
>The force of his thrusts sent shockwaves rippling down her ass and back.
>A storm was brewing in Norman's groin, and it was going to be a big one.
>She pressed herself backward against him with every thrust, her own orgasm rapidly approaching.
>If sex ed taught Norman anything, it was not to cum inside a woman carelessly.
>Seconds from orgasm, he let out a huge moan that rocked the house.
>His pace picked up to ridiculous speeds. He pulled back his hips to release outside---
>"Norman! Wait!" she shouted, "Please! Finish inside me! I need it inside me!"
>Norman couldn't believe his ears, but he couldn't deny a lady's request.
"If you say so," he grunted as he pulled her ass tight against his hips.
>His orgasm rocked through his body, forcing him to bend over his lover's kneeled form.
>Her orgasm followed soon after, sending huge shocks across her body as Norman came.
>Think shots of cum filled her pussy, gravity pulling it down further into her tunnel.
>The cum collected at her cervix, pooling at the entrance to her womb.
>Sarah moaned as hot splashes of semen found their mark, coating her walls white with cum.
>Her cervix, a natural reaction of orgasm, contracted, dipping into the pool of semen just outside.
>The semen slowly found its way inside her womb and the floodgates opened.
>Norman panted, his cock growing flaccid inside her as he withdrew.
>He rested on top of her, the last bit of cum dribbling down her thigh as Sarah remained in her pose.
"I love you, Sarah," Norman said.
>"I love you too, Norman." They pair locked in a quick kiss that seemed like an eternity.
>Norman broke the kiss and got himself dressed. He looked back at Sarah and asked if he could help her up.
>"No, no, it's fine," she said, "I'll be fine. You run along home. I'll call you if I want to see you again." The last sentence was said with a vixen's growl.
>Norman smiled and walked out to his car. He'd certainly gotten more than he'd expected that day.

>Meanwhile, back at the house, Sarah lay there in the pose she had kept for the past ten minutes.
>She had to ensure all of Norman's cum made its way to her womb, no matter how virile.
>She fantasized again, about Norman cuddling with her in bed every night, their child growing inside her.
>He would put his ear against her stomach and feel the kick of Button's brother or sister.
>They would be a happy family again: Button would have a dad, she would be a mother again.
>She would spend the rest of her life with Norman. She didn't care what anyone else said about their age, she loved him damn it!
>Every year she would bear him a child. She would present herself again and Norman plant his seeds in her garden once more.
>She fell asleep there, ass in the air, as the cum seeped inside her womb.
>In a few days the sperm would wriggle up and one lucky cell would fertilize her.
>She couldn't wait for that day. She would wave goodbye to her flat stomach and hello to her fetal basket.

>Button slept badly that night too, that is to say, hardly at all.
>He had heard, and seen, the entire spectacle. The guy he'd just played video games with just did ... something ... to his mom.
>His mom had said something about a new baby brother. What did she mean?
>He tried not to think about the "event" he had witnessed but he couldn't get it out of his head.
>It even snuck into his dreams like a bad nightmare.
>When he woke up the next morning, his sheets around his crotch were stained. The puddle felt sticky.

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