The Story Man / Cakezilla - Pushing Her Buttons (Milano)

>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.

>But before you’re able to put your lips against hers, she puts a finger to your lips.
>”How about we make this a little more, interesting?” She giggles, as she breaks away from your grasp.
>As you stand there confused, she hurries back up to the TV.
>She bends over in front of the TV, turning a different console on.
>You walk over to her and try to put your hands on her rear, but it is as if she anticipated that and she quickly straightens up.
>”Here’s your controller!” She says while walking towards the couch.
>It’s different from the one you were playing with earlier.
>The controller seems pretty retro.
>Could it be from when she was your age?
>As you take your seat on the couch next to her, she runs a finger up your thigh.
>”The winner of this game will get to be,” She pauses and whispers into your ear while caressing your crotch, “Player one.”
>Before you could respond, the game starts and it brings the both of you to a character selection screen.
>A fighting game?
>This genre is right up your alley, so it should be a piece of cake.
>Both of you lock in your characters and begin fighting.
>You mash the buttons on your controller and your character pulled combo after combo on hers.
>Her health bar is going down rapidly due to your chain of jabs and kicks.
>You’re starting to get a feel for this game as the victory of this round goes to you.

>Looking over to Milano, you watch her as she takes off her shirt and leggings.
>She’s now fully naked, and you can’t help but stare.
>Her lush, firm breasts are now exposed and some juices from her womanhood are shimmering slightly.
>”Like what you see?” She asks as she unbuckles your belt and pulls down your pants, but she leaves your boxers on.
>Next, she sits on top of your crotch, putting her lovely breasts in front of your face.
>She’s giving slight moans as she rocks back and forth on you, trying to get comfy.
>But before you could get sensual with her, she picks up her controller.
>”If you don’t pay attention, I’ll win you know?” She taunts as she looks back to the TV while still on top of your hardening member.
>Round two’s been going on, and there’s only thirty seconds left on the clock.
>Although you won the last round and started feeling confident in your abilities, you find it hard to concentrate with her in front of you.
>Her character launches yours into the air and juggles it, ultimately draining your life bar to no health left.
>”Oh? What’s wrong?” She jeers.
“Uh, can’t really focus if you’re cheating now can I?”
>”Cheating? What do you mean?” She asks while taking your cock out of your boxers.
“Oh it’s on.”
>”Bring it.” She bites her lip seductively.
“Sorry, but can you lift yourself up a bit? The boxers aren’t exactly in a comfortable position for me.”

>”Okay but if you don’t hurry, I’ll win.”
>She lifts herself up a bit, and you slide your boxers off as fast as you can.
>Before she can lower herself back down, you grab her sides and thrust your penis into her vagina.
>After you do, she yells, but in ecstasy.
“Two can play at this game.”
>”Ah…Anon wait…” She pants while trying to look back to the TV.
>But you penetrate her harder and faster.
>She places her hands on the back of the couch, dropping her controller.
>Picking up yours, you quickly damage her character.
>Her character now has a bar of health missing, and yours is still at full health.
>Now all you need to do is keep her busy while time runs out.
>”H-Hey wait, tha-that’s not fair!”
>She goes to grab her controller, but you grope her derriere, causing her to throw her head back.
“Who said we’re playing fair?”
>Then you ram her a few more times and you take one of her breasts in to your mouth and begin sucking on it.
>You’re rewarded by having the walls of her vagina clamp down on your cock as she moans loudly.
>All of a sudden you hear “PLAYER ONE WINS!” coming from the TV.
>You look at the TV quizzically and see that your health bar is slightly lower than hers.
>”Looks... Looks like I-I get to be player one!” She says as she suddenly kisses you.
>Her tongue spears into your mouth and you’re unable to match her quick movements.
>At the same time she lifts herself up and down on your penis rapidly.

>One of her hands takes yours and guides it to one of her breasts.
>She wants you to massage her and you comply.
>You take your thumb and play with her hardened nipple, flicking and pressing it.
>This makes her go easier on the kiss, allowing you to take some control.
>Soon she parts away from the kiss.
>”H-Hey, I’m c-cumming.”
“M-Me too.”
>She straightens up, allowing you to thrust your penis even more into her.
>”Hey mom I’m home! Camp was super fun! I met a lot of people who also like video games! Then dad picked up me and my friends to treat us to pizza and ice cream! Also-“A voice came from behind you two.
>”B-Button?!” She asks.
“Wh-what?!”
>”Mom..?” Button asks dumbfounded.
>Milano lowers herself on your cock causing you both of you to orgasm.
>She screams loudly and soon you hear some thunderous voice coming from the door.
>”WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”