Laundry day was always the day every boy in the neighborhood wanted to hang out at your house.
You could never figure out why, and it wasnât like they really wanted to play your lame games in your room since most of them kept taking trips to the basement where your mom was. They claimed it was much cooler down there, and thatâs why they closed the door behind them. Guess locking it was necessary, too.
Your mom and these sarcastic, smart mouthed boys, who honestly would make fun of both you and your momâs âchunky bootyâ on any other day, were holed up together in your tiny basement while you were alone in your room with your PS4.Â
Bloodborne is too good of a game to pass up though, those losers can hang out with your mom all they want, youâd snicker to yourself, while the sounds of machinery mixed perfectly with a womanâs faint moans that would alarm any normal son who had a hot mom who had no problem being scantily clad around boys her sonâs age; not so nice boys at that.
But you were no normal son. You were the epitome of a sexless nerd, and even though she never told you your mom secretly wished you were more like the loud, aggressive young men she was currently enjoying the âcompanyâ of.
The fact that those jerks made fun of your momâs meaty butt was obviously because they wanted to fuck it, but that reason of course eluded you, like so many others things in your pathetic life. Just having them over the house made you a cool kid now. At least thatâs what you kept telling yourself.
So you just kept playing your games while your âfriendsâ and your mom played their own games just 10 feet below you.Â
If only you knew that on Laundry day your mom ended up taking as many loads to that fat brown ass of hers as the washing machine did.Â
Then again, knowing that wouldnât exactly make you a normal son either.
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