Prompt:
>"Morning, my sunshine! You're not going anywhere today? Maybe we can spend time together, you know just like when you were little. Maybe you can show me how to play with "Playstation". "
 
 
>you groan loudly in annoyance for two reasons
>one because Celestia sure was an annoying mother
>especially these past couple of weeks after your birthday
>she's gotten really needy and clingy
>the second reason is she just asked you to show her how to play "playstation"
>that's pretty
>seriously that's pretty
>but it was summer break and all your friends have gotten jobs and here you are sitting at home playing vidya waiting fruitlessly for responses to the online applications you've sent in
>you pause your game and look up at her
>her head was tilted slightly to the side and she wore a hopeful smile
>goddamnit
>that look always got you
>you had no real reason to say no
>so you answer her in a less than enthused manor
"Okay, mom."
>she smiles brightly and rushes over to sit next to you on your bed with both hands in her lap looking at the screne
"So what game are we going to be playing, Anon?"
 
>you turn your head back to the paused game and answer her after unpausing and getting right back into the fight
"Guilty Gear. Let me finish this match and I'll let you play."
>"Ohhh, what's Guilty Gear, Nonny?"
>you fingers are working double time as you beat the shit out of the cpu
>you give her nothing but blunt answers
"Its a fighting game."
>"Oh."
>you tensed up ready to cringe as you waited for her to ask what a fighting game was
>but she never asked
>she just turned to look at the screen, probably figuring it out herself, and the computer getting rekt
>"Nonny, which one's you?"
"The one that's winning."
>"Ah."
>she scoots a little closer to you
>"It looks like you're really good at this game."
"Eh, its just a computer, mom. AI is kind of predictable and easy to go against."
>almost as soon as you said this you beat it and find yourself back at the character select screen
>she awkwardly punches your shoulder
"Nonsense, Anon. I'm sure you're really good at it with all the practice you get playing it."
>you just let out a single chuckle and look over at her
"I finished the fight. You ready to learn how to play now?"
>she smiles again and claps her hands together before enthusiastically taking the controller from your hand
>"Oh, yes, anon."
>she holds the controller in her hand looking it up down and all around
>thankfully the playstation controller was perfectly designed so there was no question of how she was supposed to hold it
>she looks back at you still with her huge smile and big eyes
>"So which button does what?"
 
>this was going to be murder
>you point to the X button
"Okay, this button here is-"
>you go through the laborious task of explaining the game's controls to your mother
>she isn't dense about it just naive
>eventually she thinks she understands it well enough to start actually playing
>"Okay, anon. I think I got it. Let's start this thing up so I can kick some booty!"
"Hand me the controller and I'll start up a match for you."
>she does so and you do so making sure to keep everything at the lowest level possible for her
>and the fight starts
>it goes down hill very quickly
>her attempt at playing Guilty Gear quickly turns into a massacre for her
>she seems to have given up on doing anything with intent, almost as soon as the match started she started pushing random buttons attempting to be a high roller
>it did not pay off
>she was desperately trying to hold back curses of annoyance and anger with only moderate success
>"Oh, sh-poop!
>"You son of a bit-iiiscuit!"
>"Go to hell!"
>it wasn't long before she lost the match completely
>she huffed puffing her cheeks out in indignation slamming the controller beside her on the bed
>she quickly picked it back up and handed it to you
>"Again. I want to try again, anon."
>you shrug and set up another match
>this went on for a couple matches
>she had given up holding back her curses after her third match and her mouth was now a stream of fucks, shits, and son of a bitches
>after her fifth match you got sick of seeing your mom be such a scrublord that you try to talk her into stopping but she doesn't have it and demand you keep letting her play till she wins at least on
>she was determined you'll give her that
>so you set up a sixth match
 
>and there was absolutely no improvement to her game
>in fact she was worse this time around and somehow your mother was rekt with the computer having taken absolutely no damage
>she screamed in anger and stood up to kick the stand that the tv was on however she was barefoot and only hurt herself
>"God fucking damnit."
>she flops back down on the bed gripping her foot
>this earns a hearty laugh from you
>she looks at you angrily in response and punches you in the shoulder again
"I think you should probably sto-"
>she cuts you off
>"No! I will not quit! I'll get this eventually."
>you shrug again and set up the seventh one
 
>this continued on for hours
>countless losses
>countless angry outbursts full of swearing
>countless punches cause you had lost your sides due to her over the top reactions
>she really sucks ass at fighting games
>eventually it gets to be about lunch time and she finally throws in the towel (and the controller)
>"I just can't do it, Anon."
>you move to pat her on the back
"Its fine mom. Why were you trying so hard anyway?"
>you were genuinely confused why suddenly she was interested in vidya
>she outright ignores the question and looks at her phone
>"Oh, wow. Look at the time, Anon, 1:45. We should eat lunch."
>she pauses for a second
>"Say, why don't we go out and grab something? There anywhere you want to eat from?"
>you shrug
"I don't really care were we go, as long as it isn't, Dominoes."
>she rolls her eyes at that
>the last time you ate their pizza there was hair all in your pizza, you refused to eat any of their food ever again
 
>"Okay, Anon. We're gonna go to Joe's seafood."
>you cock an eyebrow at her
"For lunch?"
>"Yes, Anon, for lunch. You hungry or not?"
>she stands up towering over you with her hands on her hips looking down at you
>her loose fitting white shirt and short shorts hanging off of her body
>turning your head slightly so you aren't looking at your mother's crotch as she is standing in front of you you shrug and get up
>you could go for a bite to eat
>as you stand next to her the top of your head only comes up to to the bottom of her breasts because your mother is just that tall
>you certainly didn't get any of the height from her genes
>she pats you on the head and looks down at you as you are wearing nothing but gym shorts
>"Now lets get dressed and head out to eat."
>you could of sworn she winked at you
>whatever
>heading to your closet you slap on black shorts and a green wife beater slipping a green hoodie over that
>after putting on your socks and shoes you head into the living room to wait for her to get ready
 
>Celestia stands in front of her closet looking at her collection of clothes
>"What should I wear?"
 
>she picks out her clothing and slips into them
 
>you are sitting on the couch waiting for your mother to hurry up getting ready to head on by pissing away time on your phone
>you hear her clear her throat and you turn your head up to great her
>she's wearing a low cut cropped top and short denim shorts with pink flip flops on her feet
>most of her her hair was pulled back in a pony tail
>you tried to ignore the curves of her mature body on display because she is your mother but you couldn't help it
>her nice sized double D cleavage, her wide baby carrying hips, her stomach that was only slightly pudgy from age and a pregnancy
> you had a hot mom
>you mentally slap yourself for thinking that and return your attention to her smiling face
>she didn't notice anything
>"Come on, Anon. Lets head out."
>you nod and walk with her out of the house and to the car
 
>the ride to the restaurant was fairly quick
>it was pretty close to your house so it was only a fifteen minute ride
>you and your mother made the occasional ideal chat
>you tried to finally get an answer out of her about why she is so intent on hanging out with you all of a sudden
>but again she dodges the question this time with a deliberately vague answer that you could feel was bullshit
>"I don't know, Anon. Was just on a whim."
>she reaches over to pinch your cheek
>"Maybe I wanted to spend time with my little boy."
>you groan in annoyance and swat her hand away earning a chuckle from her
>"So, how about some tunes?"
>even though it was only fifteen minutes it was still boring without music and with just occasional small talk
"Sure."
>reaching to the radio she switches it on and surfs through the channels until she hits a station playing Bohemian Rhapsody and stops
>"Oh! I love this song!"
>she starts singing along with Freddie Mercury
>she notices you not singing along and punches you on the shoulder again
>"Come on, Anon. You have to sing along with Bohemian when someone else is."
>she is right, you have to
>is almost a natural law
>so you join in at "Too late, my time has come"
>at first just monotone saying the lyrics cause you weren't that into the idea of singing with your mother but seeing how much she is into it rocking her head sending her long rainbow sherbet hair into a flurry and how she beat on the steering wheel in time with the music you got more enthusiastic
>eventually you both were singing along as loud as you could and Celestia turned the radio up to max
>she reaches over with an arm and, driving one handed puts it over your shoulders pulling you closer
>you didn't mind being too into singing along with Celestia
>as the song ends she moves her arm from your shoulders to turn the radio back down to acceptable levels
>both of you had huge smiles plastered on your faces
 
>"That was fun, Anon!"
>Celestia was smiling widely and pat your lap once with her hand
"Heh, yeah."
>you consider patting her back but decide against it given your indecent feelings earlier
>"Oh, we're here! That was certainly a fast drive, wasn't it, Anon?"
"Uh, yeah."
>both of you get out of the car and walk toward the entrance of the fish camp
>you try to keep your distance from your mother to keep from looking at her in a lewd manor again but she isn't having it and closes any gap between you which makes it difficult to not steal glances at your mother's hot mature body that she is't hiding
>with each glance you take you mentally slap and chastise yourself because she is your mother
>you try to focus on how annoying she is to try to fight but it doesn't help much
>while walking next to your amazonian sized mother you comparatively look like a midget or child
>she is so tall that she has to duck to get through the doors of the fish camp
>you half wish you weren't looking cause as she bent over to get through you got a nice view of her perfect ass that looked like it makes her shorts scream in agony having to contain it all
>the waitress standing near the doors was some girl you went to school with, you didn't remember her name but she had mint green skin and had a noticeable look of intimidation on her face seeing her principal
>your mother addresses her before she speaks
>"Table for two please."
>she quickly gathers herself
>"Right this way."
>she leads you to a small two person table in the middle of the restaurant handing you one page laminated menus once you sit
>"What will you have to drink?"
>both you and your mother answer with sweet tea and she goes off to get it
 
>looking up from her menu at you and putting it back down on the table
>Celly leans forward and asks
>"What are you going get, Anon?"
"I don't know yet."
>you answer bluntly and not look up once from your menu cause if you do you will be looking straight into her cleavage
>that's the last thing you want to do right now
>seeing nothing else on the simplistic white menu that interested you
>you'll just go with what you always get from these types of places, the calabash chicken
"A large calabash chicken."
>"You always get that anon, you're kind of boring eating the same food all the time."
"Well, what are you getting then, miss originality?"
>"Well, I'm getting the large Oyster Stew."
>you scrunch your face up at that, oyster stew is fuckin nasty
>before you say anything your waitress shows up with your drinks
>"Here you go. Are you ready to place your orders?"
>celestia is the one to answer her
>"Yes, we are. I'm having a large oyster stew and-"
>she points at you
>"He'll have a large calabash chicken."
>she writes this down on her pad and nods heading off to give it to the cook