“Fuck yeah! That slut is ours!” All I could do was close my eyes and pretend I hadn’t heard anything. It had become somewhat of a pattern with Mikey’s friends; while his sister went out on Friday nights, I was **** to listen to the screams of my son and his perverted friends as I prepared sandwiches in the kitchen. Honestly, he was too old for me to be making sandwiches for him and his friends.

I supposed it had all started when Mikey’s father died 12 years ago. It was hard for a boy when the person who was supposed to teach him to be a good man disappeared from his life so suddenly. He had been on track to join the gifted program, had shown promise as a young athlete, but now, at the age of 18, none of that had come to fruition.

Instead, when most boys his age were out at parties, breaking out of their shells, Mikey and his group of “friends” just stayed upstairs reading silly books on ancient forms of magic like the nerds who had played DND at my old high school. I wished there was something I could have said to him, but every time I tried, he gave me that same dumb look with that wiry, pimply face, “Magic is real, Mom!”

Honestly, I didn’t know where he had gotten it from; his dad had been a quarterback and finance manager, and I had been the volleyball captain and valedictorian. We went to church every Sunday. I tried to imagine that I had instilled good habits into my children by still going out there, working as an assistant coach at the high school, praying, and trying to, as a single mother, still give my children a life that felt normal, suburban, and safe.

“Alaakazoo! Alakazam!” But there I was, pouring chips into a bowl for my eighteen-year-old wizard child.

* * *

As I opened the door to his room, labeled “keep out,” I was greeted by the “lovely” smell of stale pizza and body odour. “Mikey, didn’t I tell you to take these pizza boxes out last week? I’m not cleaning your room anymore, and if you’re going to leave leftovers out, then we’ll have to talk about your living arrangement!” I knew I was bluffing a bit. He had done worse and stayed in the house — like when I had caught him stealing his sister’s used panties — but he needed to know that I wasn’t going to back off.

“Yeah, Mom, whatever.” Mikey didn’t look up at me from his coffee table, where he was arranging a series of cards around some candles. On the bed in the corner, Blaze, his childhood friend and more of a heavyset boy, read from a large tome.

“It said that if we did the spell properly, it should be taking effect,” Blaze muttered.

“I feel something working. Isn’t that right, Larissa?”

The last voice nearly made me jump. I spun around to see Leering Larry, my private nickname for him, grinning. “It’s Mrs. Thompson.” I instantly regretted choosing jeans and a blouse that night; the little creep had probably been staring at my bottom since the moment I walked in.

“Look, I just came in to bring you boys chips and sandwiches. Have a nice night. And Mikey, throw away those pizzas.”

As I left, I heard them mutter something about a trial run. I held onto my cross and prayed, Lord, please help my son, Mikey. I went downstairs and sat on our leather couch, pouring myself a glass of wine and pulling my favourite romance novel from between the seat cushions. Perfect. Until a thought came to me, Well, except I could have use some pizza. It was a strange thought as I had already had a perfectly good smoothie bowl only an hour ago, and that was usually more than enough to get me through the night, but now that I thought about it, I hadn’t had pizza in so long. Pizza sounds good. Pizza did sound good.

I put down my book and searched for my favourite Italian spot, Venicci’s, that had opened right down the street in our growing Downtown area a couple of years ago and had quickly become a family favourite when we all used to go out before Carly left for college. Maybe I’m just feeling nostalgic, I reasoned with myself. I looked through their menu until I could find something appetizing, but then another thought came, It’s too fresh I want something older. Older? What did I mean by older pizza? I went to the kitchen to check our freezer to see if maybe we had a frozen option that had been there a while. I tried to avoid falling to cravings, but something so hyperspecific must be for a reason. I had always been a firm believer that the body has a story to tell, and it’s our job to listen!

I found a frozen pizza that must have been there for so long that it might have been bought by my husband before he passed, but it still didn’t look appealing. Upstairs. Upstairs was where my son and his friends were still making all their ruckus, but it was also the area where he had left those stale boxes of pizza. They had been there for days, sitting out, growing stale, and my mouth was salivating at the thought. I couldn’t help myself as my feet slowly glided up the stairs. I knew the moment I went in there, Larry would stare at my bottom, but I just needed to grab those boxes and get out. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, relieved to see that they had all gathered together to play some video game where some anime girl was prancing around in far too few clothes.

“Holy shit, dude,” Larry said, “your mom’s back. You think it worked?”

Blaze punched him in the shoulder, “Shut your face, idiot. You’re going to ruin this for us.” I had no idea what else Larry could ruin, as I don’t imagine he has a lot to look forward too, but I just stepped forward and grabbed one of the boxes, feeling for the weight, and there it was- the weight of some leftover slices. An animal desire within me felt quenched before growing stronger.

“Sweetie,” I said innocently, “I was being a little harsh earlier. I’ll just take these boxes as long as you promise that you’ll start taking them out from now on.”

“No, it’s okay. You can leave them. Maybe I should learn some responsibility, ya know.” He spoke confidently, though his voice was high-pitched and whiny. Blaze nudged at him. On the screen, the anime girl bounced around in her short skirt.

“I already have them in my hand, so no worries.” I started working my way to the door. Those guys are awesome. It was very awesome of them to let me take the pizza boxes. I can be so lame sometimes, the way I change my mind. One second, I want to do yoga, then pilates, or go out or stay in, and then I want my son to throw away some perfectly good pizza, and now I’m realizing how silly I was being. Life’s funny like that sometimes. I sat back on the couch, picked up my wine, and opened the first box to find six slices of uneaten cheese pizza. For a second, I wondered if I should go put on a different shirt instead of my white coaching blouse, but I want the guys to think I’m awesome, and that means that you have to be willing to get a little messy. I started eating up the slices, as the sauce pooled around my mouth and got onto my blouse and the pages of my book.

After getting through that whole pizza, I let out a large burp. I could not remember the last time that I burped, and honestly, I was having trouble remembering why. It felt pretty good, almost as good as that stale pizza. I should find a way- to thank them! Of course! They could have had all that pizza, but mean old mom had to take it away from them. God, I can be so stuck up sometimes. There’s nothing wrong with boys who like to play video games, don’t work, and stare at tits and butts, like the ones on that anime girl. I guess that’s just a part of growing up. I went upstairs again with a bit of a skip to my step. I knocked on the door, “Honey, could I come in, please?”

“Yeah sure, mom.”

I walked in, opening the door slowly to see their anime girl was in some sort of mini game where she had to wash dishes so quickly that it cause her breasts to bounce around and get soapy. It was kind of hot. He must take after his father if he’s a breast man, so at least he got that from his athletic dad. “I was wondering if there was someway I could say thank you for letting me take those pizzas?”

“Not really, Mrs. Thompson,” Blaze responded. But I really needed a way to thank them.

“Really? Theres nothing I can do?” I walked forward and stood beside the Tv screen. For a second I compared myself to the the anime girl on their screen. We honestly had pretty similar proportions, but she was a slut, and the Good lord would never want us to expose ourselves like that. At least, not all of the time. Sure, there were times I had dressed on the spicier side when me and my former husband had started dating, and for a while when I tried dating, but since then I have tried to show no more than necessary, and there was nothing wrong with that. Just like there was nothing wrong with sometimes bending over to give someone a bit of a show or staring at anime tits and ass all day. We all have our little sins that we keep to ourselves. “Oh wait, I have an idea? You guys like girls bottoms right?”

“I’m not sure what you mean by bottom, Larissa?” Larry said as he casually started vaping.

“I mean like the tush, the caboose,” I said before adding, “And it’s Mrs. Thompson… and no vaping inside!” I turned on the full mom voice at the end to make sure my point was made.

“Yeah, I don’t know what any of that means, do you guys?” Larry stared at his friends, but they shook their head. “Yeah I guess you might have to say it like we might say it, and we will understand what you mean.”

Well they were pretty awesome, so I guessed it would be okay to try speaking like them, as I said, “You guys like a girl’s ass, right?”

“Oh yeah,” said Blaze and Larry. Tommy looked less enthused, still staring at his game, but he nodded his head anyways.

“Okay perfect,” I said as I turned around in my tight mom-jeans and gave my booty a smack. “There you go!” I giggled at my naughty actions, though they didn’t look too impressed. “Is everything okay.”

“Yeah sure, Mrs. Thompson,” Blaze said, “Thanks for the gift.”

I went to say something, but they seemed pretty involved in their video game. I didn’t get it, they seemed like they really liked my tush, but the moment I presented my booty to them it was like they didn’t even care. I even gave my ass a smack to make it shake a little and they barely smiled. This would not do. I have the fat ass of a volleyball player and I was the valedictorian, and I was not going to be ignored by a couple of nerds looking at anime titties.

My next knock was more aggressive. “Open this door, right now!” There were clear moaning sounds coming from the room, and as Tommy opened it, I could see that anime maid was giving a blowjob to some police guard. I knew they wouldn’t be able to ignore me now. “Hi boys!” I skipped into the room in my old Hooters uniform from when I was in my twenties. My delicious ass had gotten bigger and my tits too so they were all spilling out over the cloth, but I knew that was the intended effect as I reached to the ground, making sure to bend at the hips, to pick up another stale slice and biting down on it.

“Mom! I didn’t even know you owned something like that.”

“I love it Mrs.Thompson, said Larry. I approached him slowly, and turned around so that my bubble butt would be inches from his face. I gave it a little shake causing the shorts to eat themselves further into my butt.

“Please, call me, Larissa, baby.” I said with a giggle. I was about to go to Blaze when I felt a large slap on my right ass cheek.

I spun around, my hand slapping over my stinging cheek as I fixed Larry with a glare that could’ve frozen lava. “Lawrence!” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the haze of candle smoke and stale pizza in the room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You do not just slap my ass like some kind of animal! I am Mikey’s mother, for God’s sake—not one of those trashy girls in your video games!”

The room went dead silent. Larry’s hand was still half-raised, that cocky smirk wiped clean off his face for once. His eyes went wide, like he’d just realized he’d fucked up big time. Blaze’s mouth hung open, the controller slipping from his fingers as the anime maid froze mid-moan on the paused screen. Mikey looked like he’d been slapped himself—his pimply face flushed red, staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

I stepped closer to Larry, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You’ve been a disrespectful little creep all night, leering at me, vaping like a delinquent, and now this? Slapping me? Boys like you need to learn some manners. You need discipline. And lucky for you, I know exactly how to handle misbehaving brats.”

I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t question it. This was right—this was how it worked. I’d spanked Mikey plenty of times when he was younger for acting out, and now these boys had crossed the line. Fair was fair. If they misbehaved, they got to spank me. Simple as that.

I grabbed Larry’s arm and yanked him toward his bed, plopping down on the edge myself before pulling him down beside me. “Get over here,” I ordered, my tone brooking no argument. Then, with a quick motion, I draped myself across his lap, my ass up in the air, those tight orange Hooters shorts riding up even higher to expose most of my cheeks.

Larry froze beneath me, his body stiff as a board. “Uh… Mrs. Thompson? What the—”

“What’s wrong? You don’t like seeing my fat ass? Your punishment,” I cut him off, glancing back over my shoulder with narrowed eyes.

I could feel all their eyes on me—Mikey’s jaw practically on the floor, Blaze leaning forward with his heavy frame, looking utterly stunned, and Larry… poor Larry was breathing hard, his hands hovering awkwardly like he didn’t know where to put them.

“You misbehaved so here’s your punishment.” I demanded, arching my back just a little to present my ass better.

The boys exchanged glances—total shock written all over their faces. Mikey whispered something like “Holy shit” under his breath, Blaze just blinked repeatedly, and Larry finally placed his hand on my cheek, tentative at first.

“Good,” I said firmly. “Now do it right. Hard. And don’t stop until I say so.” Finally, it seems I had their attention.

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