Ryan's face was on fire. "That's… that's fucked up."
Leon tilted his head. "We're just testing, right? One time. If the app's fake, the words don't matter anyway. And if it works…" He let the silence finish.
Ryan swallowed. His mouth tasted like copper. This was insane. This was a joke. Nothing was going to happen.
"…Fine," he whispered. "Just… just once. Then we're done."
Leon's grin was slow and sharp. He stepped closer to the stove.
"Hey… neighborhood milf." Lauren froze mid-stir. The humming stopped instantly. Her shoulders loosened. Her eyes went glassy again, soft and empty.
"Good," Leon said, voice velvet. "Now, listen carefully. When I, and only I, say the words 'neighborhood milf,' you'll go right back into this calm, obedient state. Whatever I order you to do you will do it like it's common sense, you can't say no, just obey. Understand?"
"Yes…"Lauren's voice came out dreamy.
"Perfect." Leon glanced at Ryan, eyes dancing. "Let's give Ryan a little proof."
He stepped closer, phone still in his hand like a remote control.
"Neighborhood milf… take off your blouse and bra. Show us those big milf tits everyone talks about."
Ryan's heart stopped. "Leon, wait–"
But Lauren was already moving. Her hands rose slowly, almost gracefully. One button. Two. Three. The blouse parted, revealing smooth skin and the lacy white bra underneath. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the tile.
Then she reached behind her back.
Click.
The bra loosened. She drew the straps down her arms, and the cups fell away.
Ryan made a sound like a kicked puppy.
His mom's breasts, full, heavy, perfect without any sag with pale pink nipples already stiff, swung free in the kitchen light. They bounced once, settled, then swayed gently as she breathed.
Leon let out a low whistle. "Holy Shit, Ryan. No wonder the whole street calls her that. Look at those things."
Lauren just smiled, small, vacant, serene, and turned back to the stove.
She picked up the wooden spoon again and resumed stirring the sauce, completely topless. Every tiny movement made her bare tits jiggle and sway, nipples tracing slow circles in the air.
Ryan couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. His best friend was staring at his half-naked mother like she was dessert, and his mother was humming again, happy, sauce bubbling, tits out for the world.
Leon leaned in until his shoulder brushed Ryan's.
"Pay up, man," he murmured. "Five hundred bucks."
Ryan's voice cracked. "This… this isn't real. You drugged her or something."
"Tell you what," he said, loud enough for Lauren to hear, but she didn't react. "I'll give you until tomorrow night to get me the five hundred. After that… interest starts stacking."
He clapped Ryan on the back, hard enough to jolt him.
"Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Lauren– No, neighbourhood Milf" he called. "Smells amazing."
Lauren turned, smiling warmly, breasts swaying with the motion. "Anytime, sweetheart. You're always welcome."
Ryan stood there, rooted to the tile, watching his mom cook dinner topless.
The sauce bubbled.
Her tits jiggled every time she stirred.
And somewhere in the back of his mind, a tiny, traitorous heat began to spread that made him hate himself more than he'd ever hated anything in his life.
"Well, in the meantime why don't we have some fun" Leon was giggling as he putting his hand on Ryan's shoulder.
Lauren grabbed the laundry basket from the counter and walked past them toward the dining table, tits bouncing with every step.
Leon followed like a shadow. Ryan trailed one step behind, legs heavy.
She set the basket down and started folding towels, humming the same tune, bare breasts swaying as she reached and pulled.
Leon stepped up behind her.
"Neighborhood milf," he said softly. Lauren's hands slowed but didn't stop. Her eyes went dreamy again.
"It's totally normal for the neighborhood milf to let her son's best friend play with her nipples while she folds laundry," Leon murmured. Lauren gave a tiny nod and kept folding.
Leon's hands slid around her waist, cupped the heavy undersides of her breasts, lifted them like he was weighing fruit.
"Fuck, these are perfect," he told Ryan over her shoulder. "Come feel how soft."
Ryan shook his head, mouth dry.
Leon just grinned, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. Lauren sighed, leaned back a little into him, but her hands kept neatly stacking towels.
He lowered his head and took one pink nipple into his mouth, sucking slow and loud. Lauren's breath hitched, the towel in her hands paused mid-fold, then kept going.
"Look at that," Leon said between wet pulls. "She doesn't even care. Just keeps working. Best mom ever."
He switched to the other breast, slurping noisily, leaving it shiny. Lauren's cheeks were pink, but she smiled blankly and matched socks like nothing was happening.
"Come on, man," Leon said, popping off with a wet sound. "One suck. Just so you know what real tits feel like."
Ryan's whole body shook. "I... I can't..."
Leon grabbed Ryan's wrist and pulled his hand forward. Ryan's palm landed on warm, soft flesh. His fingers closed on their own. Lauren just glanced down, smiled at him, and went back to folding.
"See? She loves it," Leon laughed.
Ryan yanked his hand away like it burned, face crimson.
Leon kept going, squeezing, licking, sucking, until Lauren's nipples were swollen and red. The laundry pile shrank neatly while her tits glistened with his spit.
After a few minutes Leon groaned against her skin.
"Shit... I can't control it anymore." He stepped back, shoved his sweatpants down in one motion.
His cock sprang out, thick, long, already leaking at the tip. Way bigger than anything Ryan had ever seen in locker-room glimpses.
Lauren glanced down, eyes wide and vacant, then calmly picked up another shirt to fold.
Leon wrapped a hand around himself, staring at her jiggling tits.
To be continued...