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- >Checking the address on the print out, you make sure the number is correct.
- >Well, the guy had no reason to give you a fake address or something since it was his idea.
- >There was always that voice that told you meeting people online was a bad idea.
- >Every time it wasn't a serial killer, it was some slouch or whale of a human with Cheetos dust encrusted fingers.
- >You shudder at the unsightly imagery.
- >Still, you'd been playing lord knows how many games with this guy since you met him in game.
- >It's been so long since then that you actually forgot which game you'd been playing.
- >In any case, you two hit it off after that.
- >Strange thing was that he never turned his mic on, despite you usually having yours on.
- >He typed fast though, so it was all good, but it did raise some questions.
- >Eventually he'd told you there was someone else in the house he didn't want to disturb.
- >You let it slide, but it did make you think they were underage or had some bossy roommates.
- >Actually, you knew very little about this person despite hanging out with them so much.
- >Was it a good idea to just visit there house like this to play some games?
- >After all, you would just play some video games with them anyway.
- >No, you were just psyching yourself out.
- >Even if it was just a kid, they were a kid that was somewhat decent at playing and had a sizable library of games.
- >How bad could a kid like that be?
- >Taking a breath, you step up tot he porch and knock on the door.
- >Only one car in the driveway, but that could mean anything right?
- >How young of a kid could this be anyway?
- >You hear footsteps before the click of a lock and the door being opened a crack.
- > "Who's there?" came a feminine voice.
- >Alright, so he lives with his a woman who you hope isn't his mother, not good sign.
- >You contemplate turning away, but feel obligated to at least say high to the guy.
- >After all, you had promised to come over since you had time off of work.
- "Hi, I'm looking for Gamemasher? Is he your--"
- > "Oh! It's you! Come in, come in," She ushers you in.
- >Oh, so he must've told her about you coming over then.
- >That makes her his mom, and looking at her he must be pretty young.
- >For a mother though, she was an incredibly attractive one.
- >She had a curvy figure which was obscured by her casual cobble of an outfit.
- >An old and clearly ill-fitting t-shirt with a pair of leggings was what she had on visibly.
- >Oddly enough, you couldn't make out any panty lines on her--
- >No, it was really weird to be checking out your friend's mom, even if she was as hot as her.
- "Sorry to bother you like this," you apologize.
- >It must be strange to have an adult like you come over to visit her kid.
- >At least, you'd hoped it was.
- >The way she reacted, she seemed incredibly excited for having you over.
- >Maybe he didn't get too much company?
- > "Why would you be bothering me? I'm the one that called you over," She says with a smile.
- >You freeze for a moment to process what she said.
- "Excuse me?"
- > "I'm Buttonmasher. My last name is mash, and my son is name button," She says, leading you into the kitchen.
- >Following her, you try and take things in and figure out how you missed this.
- >Surely if she were a girl, a mother no less, you'd have seen something.
- "Did you say son?" you ask, trying to stay up on the conversation.
- > "Yes, his name is Button. He's away at camp so I figured we could play together," She says, starting to make sandwiches.
- >You sit on a stool near the counter and watch her make them.
- >Knowing that she was a mother kind of depressed you a little.
- >She was beyond hot and would've made a perfect hook up, maybe even a girlfriend.
- "And where's your husband?" you ask, watching her make another sandwich.
- >Her hands stop for a moment and her eyes look down before going back up to yours.
- > "He's gone," she says solemnly.
- "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--" you start.
- > "No, you didn't know, it's okay. Let's just move on to the video games," she says, cheering up.
- "Right, well, it's your house so you choose the game," you offer with a smile.
- >Was it wrong to be glad the husband was gone?
- >Sure it would be wrong to make a move on her now, but it still meant there was a chance.
- >Right?
- >Maybe you shouldn't get your hopes up, in all likely hood she was burnt out on men.
- > "I was thinking we could play our typical shooter first. When you play online, you never get a chance to play co-op," she comments.
- >In her living room there was quite the amazing set up.
- >A number of consoles ranging back a few decades all had their little place.
- >Compared to the meager amount of things you had, this was a virtual palace.
- > "Being a single parent with an at home job, I have a lot of free time," she says, grabbing some controllers.
- "I'd bet. You play everything on here?" you ask bewildered.'
- > "Yep! Been a while since I've played with anyone in the house though..." she drifts off.
- >You feel awkward for a moment before you see her hands move to the bottom of her shirt
- >She grips the hem and lifts in a cross pattern, making your eyes go wide before you see the tank top below it.
- >The shirt had not betrayed her large bust, which bounced a little as the shirt passed over it.
- >Turning away to the TV, you try to hide the involuntary blush that comes to your face.
- > "Sorry, that thing is a little stuffy," she apologizes.
- "No worries, let's get to playing then," you say, trying not to stare at her chest.
- >Both of you move onto the couch and watch as the start up of the game loads.
- >Evidently she'd already had the game in.
- >You start playing the campaign, and after getting the hang of the troublesome AI things became enjoyable.
- >She started daring you to try more insane or difficult challenges and you responded by giving her equally difficult tasks.
- >After a particularly hard one, you pause the game and relax for a second.
- >It made you feel incredibly unhealthy, but the constant shifting of seats and strain of the challenges had drained you.
- > "Worn out already?" she asks playfully.
- >You turn toward her, who still seemed filled with energy.
- >How could a woman with that body be a mother on top of all of this.
- "I guess. Didn't have anything to eat on the way here, how about we have those sandwiches you made?"
- > "Well, it is what I made them for," She says cheerfully, standing up quickly.
- >Looking towards her as you stand up, she stretches her arms upward with her eyes closed.
- >Her breasts lifted and pushed together, straining against the thin fabric of the under shirt.
- >Trying not to stare you look down at the floor before turning towards the kitchen.
- >With her behind you, both of you head into the kitchen where you grab a plate with a sandwich on it and move to the other side of the counter.
- >She stops opposite of you and looks at you with a curious and worried look.
- > "Is something wrong? You keep looking at the ground," she asks you in a warm way.
- "No, it's nothing. Just a little surprised I guess," you say with a shrug.
- >Not like you could tell her you were a little scared of how hot she was or something.
- > "Surprised by what?"
- "Well, usually when you meet people online you think they'll be lonely guys my age," you say with a small laugh.
- >Her expression didn't change.
- > "Lonely? I'd figured someone like you would have girls all over you," she says, putting on a warm smile.
- >In a way, it was a very motherly smile, but something about it seemed exhilarating.
- >Then again, maybe it was just the fact a woman was complimenting you.
- "No, actually, I'm all yours for the time being," you joke, taking a bite out of your sandwich.
- >She turns her head away and takes a sudden bite out of her sandwich.
- >Was that a blush you saw?
- >If she was into you, that would be amazing.
- >Then again, chimes in the annoying voice in your head, she's probably just being nice.
- >Still, maybe you should try and test it to find out.
- "So...what's your real name? All I know is your gamertag," you say, putting down what's left of your sandwich.
- > "Milano. Milano Button. What's your name?" she replies, turning back to you.
- >You give her your name before looking around the room.
- >Whatever job she must have, it was clearly a well paying one if it had all of these shining appliances.
- >That or she cleaned a lot.
- >Strange how you assumed she'd just bought the things rather than cleaned them.
- "Seems quiet in here with just us. No pets?" you ask, listening around the house.
- > "No, Button was never interested in getting one," she comments before looking you up and down.
- >She looked you over, lingering on your chest and stomach before noticing you watching her and snapping her eyes to her plate.
- >A brief stillness takes the room before you clear your throat.
- "What about you, you have many interested men going after you?" you ask, trying to fill the silence.
- > "No, surprisingly not many guys find single mothers attractive," she says with a laugh.
- "Well, I think you're attractive," you say before you can catch yourself.
- >She laughs at the compliment as you blush awkwardly.
- > "Oh, I'm not laughing at you, it's just that I realized that I haven't heard something like that in a while now," She says, still chuckling.
- >You join her in laughing for a bit before she settles down to a smile and you notice she's blushing.
- "Has no one really complimented you recently? Surely you must get interest online."
- > "No, I don't use a microphone when I play online and never go to any dating sites. Besides you, I'd guess very few people think I'm a woman," she says with a smile.
- >Returning the smile, you look back at the game room before looking back at your plates.
- "Well, it's a loss on their part," you say, picking up and taking a bite out of your sandwich.
- > "You know, I didn't invite you over for a date..." she trails off.
- "Oh, I didn't mean to come onto you if you don't--"
- > "No, it's fine," she says blushing.
- >Both of you went quiet again as neither knew where to go from there.
- "So...what do you want to do now?" you ask, moving around the counter to get closer to her.
- >She gripped her arm and leaned against the counter with a sly look.
- > "I did invite you over here to play games, how about we just do that for now? No need to go head first or anything,"
- >You and her share an awkward but warm laugh before moving towards the game room again.
- >This time it was her that lead the way, staying about a foot or so ahead of you.
- >In front of the couch, she stops suddenly and turns towards you.
- >Biting her lower lip, she looks up at you.
- "Something wrong?"
- > "No, it's just...did you really mean it when you said you thought I was attractive?"
- "Yeah, why would you doubt it?" you ask, trying to put on a comforting smile.
- > "I don't know, I guess I've just been a mother for too long. Just feels good to know I'm still good to somebody," she says with a fake laugh.
- "Well trust me, you're quite the looker by most standards,"
- >You share a long smile with her before bending slightly and kissing her.
- >After you kiss you pull away out of shock and put a hand over your lips.
- "Sorry, I don't know what came over me there," you say with a fearful laugh.
- >She laughs softly before approaching you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
- > "Don't worry about it, it was just a little kiss," she comforts you.
- "Well, sorry for being so sudden about it. I know you said not go in right into it, but just the way you smiled..." you drift off.
- > "I'll tell you how you can make it up to me," she says with a coy grin.
- "How?"
- >The hand on your shoulder pressed you closer to her until you were almost kissing again.
- > "Don't pull away this time," she whispers before kissing you.
- >This kiss was far deeper, making your eyes go wide at first before accepting the sensation.
- >Both of you hold it for a moment before she pulls away with the same soft smile.
- "That was...wow," you comment with a bewildered smile.
- > "Good to know I haven't gotten rusty with old age," She said before looking down at your chest.
- >Her hand started to rub your shoulder in a slow pattern and held herself close to you.
- >For a moment, you just stood there, watching her act playfully.
- >Eventually she looked up at you again and you snapped out of your daze.
- >Something makes you wonder if you were abusing her loneliness for your own gain.
- >Looking into her eyes reminded you strangely of the many times you played games together.
- >During those times, you'd never thought of her as desperate or lonely.
- >Maybe this wasn't just a fling, maybe she was actually connected to you at this point.
- >But what about her kid?
- >Do you really want to risk getting close to her at the chance of being driven away?
- >In her eyes you didn't really worry about these things, just asked them, saving them for later.
- >All that actually mattered in your mind was making her as happy as she made you.
- >Placing a hand behind her head, you pull her into another kiss as she wraps her arms around her.
- >Her body felt warm as it pressed against yours.
- >You use your other hand to run up the side of her body, feeling the coolness of her softer side.
- >She was slightly larger than average, but curvy enough to make it work.
- >Her breasts pressed against your torso as she pulls herself into your grasp and bends your touch.
- >Taking the hand away from the back of her head, you run it down along the side of her body.
- >Each little movement makes her twitch slightly, showing she hadn't been felt like this in a while.
- >You run your hands down her sides until you reach behind her and give her rear a few squeezes.
- >As expected, it wasn't firm muscle, but rather a plump ass that yielded easily to your hands' groping.
- >She giggled as you squeezed it, running her hands up under your shirt and along your back.
- >Holding her ass in a squeeze, you smile down at her before giving her another kiss.
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