Mother not happy when basement dwelling son complains about her creaky bed

[hornyprogrammer]

Johnny is a 20 year old 5'8" virgin who lives in a small room with barely enough space for a mattress below his mother's master bedroom in their large two story house, which his mother had kept after divorcing Johnny's nerdy but successful father after he graduated high school. A 47 year old 6 foot brunette milf with generous breasts, long slender legs, a dimpled smile, and a fully body tan from vacationing in many exotic locales, she could have just about any man she wanted but had decided to eschew the dating scene to fully focus on her son to get him out of the house, although she had kicked him out of his old room to his father's former study to convert his old second story bedroom to a dedicated play room for her dogs with the alimony money. She bought some vibrators to help satisfy herself in the meantime and sometimes even humped her clit against a pillow on the bed while reading Literotica on her laptop. It had been two years, however, and Johnny was still dicking around taking classes at community college without any real direction, sometimes even complaining to his mother about how none of the attractive women in his classes seemed to want anything to do with him and instead went only for jerks, complaining in particular about some guy named Chad in his health sciences class. One day after a particularly long night of self pleasure for his mother, Johnny complained to her that her bed creaked too much and had distracted him while he was trying to sleep. "That's it!" she thought to herself, "Does he not like how creaky the bed is now? I'll show him!" That evening, she looked at Johnny's syllabus to figure out when and where his health sciences class took place...

 

[Hypoxia]

For this upper-middle-class woman's bed to creak, it must be an antique four-poster or the like. And not only creaking annoys schlubby Johnny -- her high-powered vibrators emit high-frequency electro-noise that jams his wireless game controllers. He can't play when she does! They probably also jam the pr0n he's leeching off a neighbor's WiFi signal. (She won't let Johnny have his own net connection.) He's a whining puppy.

Yes, she brings Chad home for vigorous, noisy, endless-creaking fucking. But Johnny doesn't really mind because now all his wireless electronic devices work just fine!