Crochet Corruption Ch. 02

This is another NTR themed mother x bully story. A reminder that though chapter 1 was written from the perspective of the mother, chapter 2 onwards takes place from the POV of the son. Enjoy!

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Thursday 26th February, 2026

"Do you want me to cook you dinner tonight?" I asked.

"No, sweetie, don't you worry about that. I'm still full from lunch. I'll have something small after the gym," Mum said.

"You're going to the gym already?" I said, laughing. Our suitcases weren't even unpacked. "We've only just got back."

"I just took three nights off. I need to make up for it," she said.

"If you say so," I said.

It was half term. I was enjoying a much needed break from college, and from my hometown. Mum was enjoying a lucrative spell with her crochet business, and paid for us to spend a few nights away, exploring a new city and eating lots of good food. We headed up north to Edinburgh in Scotland. It was beautiful, and surprisingly, not too cold.

Mum surprised me with the trip. I had to cancel some plans but she was insistent. She told me that I needed it and she ended up being right. It was such a relief to be away from all the noise around here, and a break from college alone wouldn't have been enough. I needed a fresh start. I was going to miss her, but university couldn't come soon enough.

She was making a big effort. I needed to thank her for that, and hopefully a few enjoyable days of just us two hanging out together was proof that she was appreciated, even if she paid. I need to get her some flowers.

Mum changed into her gym gear, and then met me in the kitchen before heading out. "Thank you for doing that, son. Hang everything up when that's finished," she said, referring to the washing machine. I put a wash on while she was getting ready. "It's going to be sunny for a few more hours, and we need to take advantage so we can stop wasting money putting the heating on every night. It's getting warmer now."

I get cold easily, and overdo it on warming the house. It's almost springtime and she's had enough, which is fair enough. "I'll sort it, and survive the late winter chill without my radiator," I said.

"Put some pants on when you're playing your games. You're always wearing shorts. That's your problem," she said, putting a jacket over her tight fitting compression top.

"How long are you going to be out for?" I asked, planning to tease her a little. "I can probably sneak the heating on for a couple of hours without you noticing."

Mum laughed, but shook her head. "I always know," she assured me, before waving me goodbye and heading off for another workout.

I'm surprised she's gotten so deep into her new gym routine. She never got into it after she split with my dad, and it's been about four years since then. I don't think she's trying to impress anyone. She hasn't been on a date since the start of the year, and that guy never stuck around. She's clearly enjoying it though, and always comes home completely drained. I guess it's good for her.

**

Friday 6th March, 2026

These stupid fucking revision sessions finally came to an end, and then that prick had to get involved in something that didn't include him and now they're back.

He's just always on my case. We were finally free. Miss Matthews let us back into her maths lessons and then one of his mates started messing with me. Now we're back revising every night of the week rather than just getting through a few lessons a week at sixth form. A complete waste of time, and not even remotely needed for either of us.

Things were just starting to go well. I had plans tonight as well. Mum grounded me for the weekend for another fight at school when it was barely a fight. We had the final week of last term and the first week of this term back to normal, and he ruined it.

Kieran arrived at the usual time. Mum reminded him of the rules from our previous revision sessions, and he gladly agreed. He was always pretty well behaved in our house, even if his general demeanor was annoying enough that his best behaviour was still dickhead behaviour. He was respectable when he was face to face with my mother, but still acted the fool when she wasn't around.

I felt like we worked through some of our problems during the last couple of months, but it was never going to get better.

"I was worried your mum was going to stop being fit during our little break," he said, slumping down on my bed like he owned it. "I'm happy to confirm she's still very fit."

"Don't be a bellend," I said, finding it easy to ignore those sorts of comments. He only did it to fuck with me. I just had to stop showing him it annoyed me, and he quickly quietened down. "This is your fault."

"You threw a pencil case at Ellie's head," Kieran said.

"I wasn't aiming for her, obviously," I replied.

"You hit her in the forehead. Aren't you supposed to be a rugby player?"

"Cameron was being a knochead, and you know it."

"I don't really care what's going on between you two. Throw less pencil cases at my friend's heads and you won't get a slap."

It was only a little scuffle. I was getting the better of him before his friends got involved, and that's the most annoying part. I was tempted to put him through a table.

"Whatever. Let's just get to work," I said.

Kieran sat alongside me. "How is your mum taking to her new celebrity status?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw that viral clip she had."

"What viral clip?"

"You haven't seen it?"

"Obviously not," I said. What the fuck about crochet can go viral?

"It's on twitter, or reddit," he said.

I unlocked my computer and he guided me to the right place, and it turned out there was no crochet on offer at all. I took in the information on the screen.

Crochet streamer almost wins first Fall Guys game, reacts calmly

3.4k upvotes, 312 comments

"Fall Guys?" I said.

"Apparently she's a pro gamer," Kieran said, before taking the mouse almost out of my hand to click play on the video.

Mum was almost hyperventilating, sitting forward in her chair with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. The clip started with her as one of the final two players, playing a round called Blast Ball. She was in a complete panic. "What do I do? What should I do? Help me. Help me," she said, repeating her pleas a few more times as she ran around picking up little bombs and throwing them off into the distance. The other player looked pretty new, as well, because they were struggling just as much. "How do I aim? Oh my word. I can't breathe!"

"Maybe not a pro gamer," Kieran said, laughing to himself.

A little bomb landed by her side, shot her into the air, and through a hole in the ground. She almost flew out of her seat. "Fuuuuuuuck, fuck sake, fuck me," she said, running her hands through her hair as she paced around in the background. "It's so hard. It's so fucking hard. Lord al-fucking-mighty, why do you make me play this?"

The chat replay beside the clip was in hysterics, and it was pretty fucking active too. It moved quickly, lots of usernames laughing both with and at her. "I didn't know she started gaming," I said.

Mum slumped back into her chair, before staring at the chat for a second, a wry smile forming on her face. "You're all so annoying. One more game, that's it, then we crochet."

The clip ended there and then. "Looks like she's doing alright for herself," Kieran said, before stretching out and picking up a textbook.

I didn't know the streaming was going so well. I took a back seat on it. I just found it a bit awkward watching her. I knew she was doing okay and she updated me a few times when we were on our trip, but it was clearly going even better than she was letting on. It's not really for me, watching my own mother crocheting, or gaming or anything. A bit cringe, to be honest, but whatever. I hope she's having fun.

We worked for about half an hour, before he went down for a drink. I was a little curious at what sort of numbers she was putting up, so went to check her stream. She was live, which wasn't too surprising because she seems to stream every day now, but she was on a be right back screen at the time. Her category was set to crafting at least, so she wasn't gaming. She had 180 viewers. Pretty impressive.

I got distracted reading through her bio, and looking at a few of her recent streams. The majority were crochet, but there were a few gaming streams. It was every single day, and usually for at least four hours. Her bio had links to all of her shops and socials, as well as a little introduction that included details about where she's from, her age and the fact that she has four children, who she emphasises are all grown up.

I zoned out enough that his return made me jump. Kieran sighed as he sat back down beside me. I shut the stream off before he could see that I was snooping. The rest of our revision class passed without incident, even if it still agitated me that it was even happening at all.

"I didn't know you were gaming now," I said, after her stream ended.

"Oh, were you watching?" she asked, a little excited.

"I just saw the clip of you losing that game."

"Oh, well, yeah. Just a little bit. Something to do when my brain gets tired, a fun way to shut off but stay live if there's nothing better to do," she said.

"Have you won yet?" I asked.

"Not yet, but soon," she said, and it sounded like a promise.

"We should play some time."

"I would love that, sweetie."

I returned to the thread of my mother's gaming nightmare after he she had gone to bed. I wanted to check the comments, and make sure people were being nice. There's a difference between her audience and a random reddit thread.

Overall, they were pretty nice, thought some of them were a little too complimentary, and a few more were just outright objectifying. It made my stomach turn.

I watched one of her streams last week. She's insanely gorgeous.

Got to be the hottest newgen streamer MILF in years lol

Whoever taught these older ladies to stream deserves a nobel prize hahaha

Crazy sleeper build on her. I wish she showed it off more.

Some of those comments had been downvoted into oblivion, but it was still rude. I needed to keep an eye on her, and make sure no one was taking the piss.

**

Wednesday 11th March, 2026

Mum was definitely back gaming again, because she was so much louder than usual. She moved her setup into her bedroom a few weeks ago, because she was sick of streaming from the kitchen table in the cold dining room. She was closer to my room now, and that was usually fine because crochet is done quietly. Unfortunately, gaming isn't, and especially when she does it.

"We're missing all the fun," Kieran said, after another scream sent shockwaves through our dividing wall.

"I didn't know she had no much rage inside her," I said, half-focused on my work

"She's genuinely getting quite good," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, shaking my head and waking myself up after 15 minutes stuck in a mathematics tumble dryer.

"I think she'll probably win one soon," he said.

"Do you watch her?" I asked, completely rattled at the prospect.

"Sometimes," Kieran said, as if it was no big deal.

"You really don't need to be watching her stream."

"I'm not exactly locked in to every single one. Simon hosted her a couple of times. I caught a little bit and thought it was cute."

"Cute?" I said.

"Not my fault you don't give her the time of day, man."

"Stop chatting shit. You don't know anything about us. Stop watching her stream, you weirdo."

Kieran held his hands up in mock defense. "Sorry, didn't realise it was that serious."

I couldn't keep all the freaks away, but this one was definitely my responsibility. He was usually such a hardass, so it was a surprise he backed down so easily. People at school say he's a bit of a mummy's boy, so maybe he really does respect my mum too. I was relieved he was going to leave her alone.

**

Thursday 12th March, 2026

I had detention after school. Kieran was already at the house by the time I got back. He was chatting with my mother in the kitchen, sitting in the spot her setup used to be in. Mum was wrapped up in a dressing gown, holding a mug of coffee.

"Streaming tonight?" I asked. I was going to start showing a real interest. It annoyed me when he called me out, not because he had a clue what he was talking about but because there was a small chance her feelings matched what he said. I was never really going to get what she's doing, but just asking a question or two about it a day wasn't going to hurt me. She was doing well, and the money was clearly pretty good. She was selling plushies like crazy. She makes me box them when she's at the gym. I'm not going to complain about the new pair of trainers this side hustle ends up buying me.

"I feel a little sick," she said, and she was flushed red.

"Take a night off," I said, and she nodded weakly.

Revision started soon after. Mum was streaming by the end of the night. You can't keep her away from those plushies, stuffy nose, bad fever or otherwise.

**

Friday 13th March 2026

Mum was streaming when I got back from college. I made a quick dinner and waited for my guest to arrive. I had a night out planned and wanted to get through revision as quickly as possible. We had targets to hit each day, fresh sections of the textbook to get through. Miss Matthews wasn't stupid. She knew we could lie about doing it if we didn't have specific targets to reach.

Kieran arrived about 10 minutes late, which set me back, but he had plans too and we quickly got to work.

Mum was loud again, which meant she was gaming. Fall Guys was her newest obsession. She needed that win, and her viewer count was higher when she was gaming compared to her usual crochet work. She told me that crochet was still close to 80% of her streams, but there was always going to be more interaction when she played these silly games. She had learned the term backseat gamer, and she hated those sorts of people.

"Fucking hell, she's annoying," I said, when her laughing and screaming started to drown out my ability to work.

"You are one moody, moody bastard you, aren't you?" Kieran said.

"I've got to go out tonight," I said. The work had to be done first.

"Seeing your girlfriend?" he said.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Ellie told me."

Jodie and I have been going on dates for a couple of months now. We're on the cusp of a breakthrough. She's more experienced than me, and she had her hands in my pants last time we were together. I'm hoping she's ready to make the move tonight. My biggest worry is that Jodie and Ellie are cousins, and he's close friends with Ellie. "Are you and Ellie together?" I asked. I always wondered, but was never sure.

"Definitely not. She's shagging Ryan," he answered. That's a fucking relief. Our relationship didn't need to be further complicated with a step-cousins tag. "I'm out with a lady tonight as well."

"Good for you," I said. I really am a moody bastard sometimes.

"She's a bit older than me. You should try that sometime," Kieran bragged.

I was interested in trying lots of things, but not while dating someone the same age was going so well. If all went to plan, there would be no reason for us to break up. We're young, lots can change. I get it. Jodie is really nice though. I don't need more than her right now. I desperately need to secure the bag before she realises how moody I can be. Mum screamed again. I sighed. "I can tell her to chill out for half an hour," I said.

"Don't ruin her good time," Kieran said.

I decided to pull up her stream, if only to see what was getting her so excited. We both got an eyeful in exchange. She was half naked. My heart sank.

I might have exaggerated at first glance, but she was still wearing very little. My mother was streaming in a pretty tiny white tank top, with a huge amount of cleavage on show. She was wearing a bra, thankfully, but it was spilling out of her tank top almost as much as her tits were. Her shorts were equally small, a little pair of black football shorts that were loose fitting and only seemed to cover the upper quarter of her thighs.

The camera angle was crazy too. It was such a wide lens, just to be sure that all of that was on show. She wasn't sitting forward and only showing off her boobs. She was sitting back with everything ready to be ogled. She wasn't far off having her feet in frame, for the guys who are into that.

I really couldn't believe it.

"Goodness gracious me," Kieran said, quickly laughing, and struggling to suppress it.

"What?" I said, playing dumb. A son isn't supposed to notice that, but only an idiot wouldn't notice.

"I'm not saying anything," Kieran said, trying to avoid eye contact with me for a second. Both of our eyes moved back to the screen. I must have looked so uncomfortable. "She single?"

"Fuck off," I said.

"No, sorry, seriously. I couldn't help myself but that's not right. I won't do it again," he said. I didn't believe him, but he did shut up for a minute.

Mum was playing Fall Guys again. The chat seemed fairly innocuous. They were as focused on the game as she was. The visual was just a bonus for the gooners amongst them.

No wonder she was doing so well. Fucking hell. She was just supposed to be a crochet streamer. It was supposed to be a little bonus on top of everything else, a chance to expand her brand with a few new fans. She was streaming to 551 people, barely dressed. What the fuck was she thinking? Were the 551 people and more worth it for the complete lack of dignity?

I turned the stream off, and just locked my computer screen. I hid in a text book, hoping to forget everything we just saw. Kieran focused too, and we ignored it together.

A few hours later, my dick was sucked for the first time ever. Jodie came onto me after inviting me into her house. Her parents were out. She squeezed my dick out of my jeans and got onto her knees to suck me off. It felt incredible. I didn't even blow that early. The only problem was my complete inability to get that picture of my titty streamer mother out of my mind as it happened.

**

Sunday 15th March, 2026

Mum didn't stream. She was out with one of my older sisters. I went on a deep dive of her account, trying to figure out exactly when this shit started happening.

Her first month or so was pretty standard stuff. I couldn't watch every minute but skipping through showed me she was just crocheting as normal, chatting to a few people and peaking at a viewership total that seemed to make sense for her genre. I was catching very little of the intricacies of each stream but none of it was pointing towards her getting seduced by the titty streamer industry. She shared her passions with a few interested people and that was it.

Her tits first came out to play early into her second month. I was skipping through one of her streams when it happened. She had been wearing a hoodie for the first half, likely building up the courage to take it off. The new red sports bra caught my eye during my half-assed forwarding, and brought me right back to consciousness. That thing was revealing, but not as revealing as the tank top a couple of nights ago. She looked nervous that time. She didn't look nervous any more.

Mum streams with a two camera setup, one for her face and one for her hands. The crochet camera was usually over the desk, but it was quickly moved down to face her legs. She crocheted over her lap, and often in little shorts with bare thighs. The move to the wide lens camera came about two weeks after her first titty stream, though that wide lens is only for her gaming streams when she wants to emphasise her whole body, when she doesn't have the excuse of crocheting to do that.

At first, it wasn't titty streaming every day, but that's become more common in the last few weeks. She wears less when she's gaming, but it's getting worse with the crochet too. I hope the money is worth it, because it's so fucking embarrassing.

I didn't like the idea of her streaming, but not because of this. I never would have guessed she was even capable of humiliating herself like this.

I had no interest in even talking to her about it. I wouldn't even know what to say. The best thing to do is to feign ignorance.

**

Monday 30th March, 2026

I just kind of fell into my own shell, to be honest.

I ignored my mother's e-girl thotting for the best part of two weeks. I had other things to worry about. Kieran knew, but rarely brought it up. He probably got a kick out of the few times he did, but he kept it lowkey. He was the type of person to tell his friends, and her growing popularity meant that other people at school could be aware of it. I'm not sure. Maybe my annoyance with it is stoking my fears about it. No one else has said anything. It might not be a big deal. Sixth form ends in a couple of months.

Jodie has sucked my dick twice more since our first time, and thankfully, those two didn't come with the image of my mum's titty streaming burned into my retina. I fingered her too. I think she might fuck me soon.

"Do you watch ASMR?" Mum asked. I had just got home from school.

"Not really my thing," I answered, honestly. "I watched a bit when I was younger. It was quite interesting but never really gave me the tingles."

"I'm going to try some out tonight," she said.

"Really?" I said. I had been avoiding conversations about her streaming for a while. ASMR seemed like a logical next step. I had no doubt she was going to be doing that weird ear eating shit.

It's so weird to me because she doesn't dress like that around me, and her demeanor in the house hasn't changed. It's all an act for the viewers. Sometimes she will slip out of her room mid-stream to use the bathroom or top up her drink and she'll be wearing a hoodie or joggers. She dresses herself back up when there's a chance she will bump into me.

She must know that I'm not watching. If I was, would she be acting like that? What if she started seeing my username in the chat?

"Yeah, why not, it seems pretty popular," Mum said.

Kieran wasn't coming for tutoring that night. Miss Matthews agreed to a few nights off because he had a kickboxing tournament coming up and he needed to do a few more nights training. I had no distraction, and ended up tuning into her stream to see what was going on.

She was ear eating, slurping and kissing into the microphone, leaning in with her tits spilling out and some deep, neverending eye contact right into the camera. She barely spoke a word, but she didn't need to, because the people that were masturbating to her didn't need that. It made my stomach turn.

I muted the sounds because they started making me feel sick, but my eyes were drawn to a list of sub goals on one side of the screen. Each one looked like a further descent into madness.

Sub Goals

150 - First Gaming Stream✅

200 - Personal Plushie (Random Draw)✅

250 - Viewer Choice Hairstyle (Random Draw)✅

300 - Private Instagram✅

350 - Reacting To My Old Photos✅

400 - ASMR Stream✅

450 - Viewer Choice Clothing (Random Draw)

500 - Cosplay

Stretch Goals

750 - No Holds Barred Q&A

1000 - Crochet Bikini & SURPRISE!

I just couldn't fucking fathom it.

A few of the rewards were trivial but some of them could have put me in a coma. A crochet bikini. She has to be joking.

Fuck knows what kind of cosplay that could be. Fuck knows what these gooner viewers would have her wear if they had the choice. The Q&A would be an apocalyptically horny event no doubt. What the fuck is she doing?

A crochet bikini, for fuck sake.

The ultimate humiliation.

I dived a little deeper into her previous streams. I found the viewer's choice hairstyle stream, and surprisingly, she wasn't in pigtails. That was my first guess. She was actually in space buns, Star Wars style. She was their Princess Leia, though not in full costume.

I was confused about the private Instagram account, but it turns out it was just her personal account. Instead of promoting only the brand account of her crochet business, she lets people follow her personal account, full of selfies and family pictures. I hadn't noticed she had gone up from about 50 followers to over 8000. She doesn't post much, but old pictures of her and my sisters were full of comments calling them pretty, stunning or sexy.

Her old photos stream followed a similar pattern. She prepared a small slideshow of pictures from throughout her life, all while a few hundred people in chat told her how gorgeous she was, stroking her ego and making her blush. She seemed to love the attention, even if she rarely acknowledged the comments that overstepped the mark.

Tonight it was the ASMR stream. 400 subscribers. She really must be making good money. 450, 500, 750 and 1000 were going to take her to even greater depths. I hated that she was doing this to herself, and the effect it could have on me if people found out.

**

Friday 3rd April, 2026

423 subscribers

Kieran was suddenly my only ally. As mad as it sounds, he knows and hasn't been a complete clown about it. I was going crazy, and needed someone to talk to about it. Not having our revision classes gave me more time to overthink and stress out. I tuned into the stream a couple of times, my heart pounding as she feigned innocence while sharing her body with a doting audience.

"Have you told anyone about my mum's streams?" I asked him, partway through our session. I wanted to avoid this, but there was no one else.

"Why?" Kieran asked.

"She's being a bit weird with it. I would rather people didn't know."

"I haven't told anyone. What's weird about it?"

"She's like a fucking titty streamer, whoring herself out for money," I said.

"I think you take it too seriously," he said.

"Are you kidding? What if it was your mum?"

"I wouldn't get involved if it was."

"Ah, don't take the piss. You saw the same thing as me. I saw her fucking subscriber goals as well. She's got some ridiculous shit on there. She was supposed to be doing crochet and she's gone mad chasing money and attention," I said, finally releasing the frustration. "Just don't tell anyone, that's the main thing, but you also can't sit here and tell me it's nothing."

"The game is the game, bro," he said, which was almost more frustrating than her behaviour.

"What are you on about?"

"I wouldn't blame anyone for chasing the bag."

"You are definitely taking the piss."

"I'm not," Kieran insisted, and it didn't come with his usual smug expression. "If people are willing to pay to see what you've got, there's nothing wrong with taking advantage of that. Bills are paid, holidays are booked, life gets better."

"She's like 50 years old," I said.

"Who cares?"

"Have you been watching again?" I asked.

"You're so miserable. You jump straight to that because you can't handle someone who isn't acting like a baby about it. She's fucking fit mate. I never lied about that. I meant it. I'll go watch it if you want. Report back what she's doing so you don't need to feel guilty when you watch it yourself. It's not my fault she gets your heart racing," Kieran said, accusing me of something completely ridiculous by the end.

I swung for him, leading with a forearm because he was sitting a little too close to me. I fell on top of him as he rolled off his chair and onto the ground with a thud. The next thirty seconds were nothing but limbs and grappling, both of us trying to get to our feet as the other one pulled them back down. Kieran got a grip on the back on my neck, digging into my skin and pressing his thumb and forefinger into my pressure points. He stood up, trapping one of my hands under a foot, holding me on all fours.

Mum burst into the room. I climbed back to my feet, and we both stood facing her with guilt written on our faces. She was wearing a little pair of pyjama shorts, but had a hoodie on top. I assume she was streaming and quickly threw that on before coming in to berate us. "How dare you. How dare you. In my home," she growled, trying to keep her voice down. She was definitely live. She didn't want them to hear her. "Kieran, get out. Go wait outside. I'm taking you home and talking to your mother. Cai, completely unacceptable. We'll talk later."

Kieran left, mumbling to himself.

"He was disrespecting you," I said, desperately.

"I told you to respect me and this house when you are tutoring here. You embarrassed yourself by not listening. They could hear you fighting in the back of my stream. Embarrassing, son. Completely embarrassing," Mum said, before walking out of my room.

I followed after her, but with little to say. No matter what was happening, she wanted the best for me. Letting her down like that hurt my heart. Kieran hadn't been disrespecting her, that was all me. He accused me of something horrible while defending her, and that led to the fight. "I'm sorry," I said, meekly. I needed to talk to her about the streaming. She would listen. I just didn't have it in me. I didn't know what to say.

"Just go and do your work. I need to end my stream now and go and talk to his mother," she said. Mum pulled a pair of joggers up her legs before heading out into the early evening chill. I watched her direct him to her car, and they left. I felt awful.

I still had her stream open on my computer from one of my stalking sessions earlier in the day. It opened on a closed stream, but with the ability to replay her last one. The guilt was only made worse when it started. She was just crocheting, talking to chat like normal. She didn't even have the crochet camera pointed at her legs. I should have been nicer to that side of her, because then maybe she wouldn't have fallen into bad habits, chasing validation.

The subscription rewards were still there though, waiting for the next level to be ticked off.

Mum returned about two hours later. I didn't hear her come in, but bumped into her in the kitchen. She was standing against the sink, looking out the kitchen window and out across our back garden. That thing was one of her pride and joys, and she can't wait for it to start blooming again now it's springtime. She missed my first greeting, and seemed completely zoned out. The washing machine was spinning. She was just wearing her shorts again. I noticed because her legs were shivering. Her hoodie was in the wash too. "Cold?" I said, and she jumped.

"Jesus, sorry," she said, shaking her head and turning to me, hands crossed firmly over her chest. "I didn't see you there."

"I'm sorry about tonight," I said.

"It's not good enough, sweetie," Mum said.

"I know. We just get in each other's head sometimes."

"It won't happen again."

"I promise," I said.

"I'm going to try and forget about it. I don't want to have to tell the school. We can pretend it didn't happen, and not get either of you into any more trouble. You'll apologise to each other at school next week and then we'll carry on like nothing happened. He is going to apologise. You better do the same."

"I will, pinky promise," I said, and mum reached out and wrapped her pinky around mine.

"Good boy," she said.

"What did his mum say?" I asked.

"Sorry?"

"His mum."

"Oh, yeah," Mum said, before taking a deep breath. "About the same as me."

"Okay, cool. I'm sorry again."

"You're forgiven," she said, warming my heart with a sweet smile.

**

Monday 6th April, 2026

481 subscribers

Kieran apologised first thing on Monday morning.

"I'm sorry about the other day," he said, catching me outside of my history classroom. "Genuinely weird thing to say. I would have reacted the same if you said that about me and my mum, so yeah, sorry. Your mum set me straight. It won't happen again."

"Don't worry about it," I said. I didn't have any interest in letting it fester.

"You shouldn't call her a whore either. You know she's not," he said, challenging me. I was surprised, but still agreed.

"I know. It's just a bit mad," I said.

"I saw that new viral clip of her. She finally got that win."

Mum won her first game of Fall Guys over the weekend. The clip went viral again, with hundreds of upvotes and comments celebrating her big moment and enjoying how sexy she looked when it happened. I sat and stewed in those rude comments again, but she was so happy in the clip it was hard to get mad about it. The saddest part of all of it was that we still hadn't even played a game together, and she didn't even feel the need to tell me she won.

It gave her another boost in popularity however, meaning more viewers and more subscribers. She passed another one of her goals, which meant somebody was going to dress her for a stream. I didn't know what they had in mind, and didn't care to find out.

**

Wednesday 8th April, 2026

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I found a thread of my mother's selfies after getting back from college. I was searching her name every day to make sure people weren't overstepping, and every day there was someone overstepping. I couldn't do anything about it, so there was no point in looking. There were a bunch of comments from weirdos talking about how hot she is, and one particular comment that drove me insane.

How do you get invited to the private discord?

Nobody had answered him. I felt ill.

**

Friday 10th April, 2026

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Jodie was going to be staying over for the first time, so we were getting revision out of the way early. Our sessions had been good since he apologised earlier in the week, though we weren't talking about the stream anymore. The last one led to a fight. I desperately needed someone, and he was my only option.

"Have you heard anything about a private Discord server?" I asked.

"I saw a comment about it on the Fall Guys thread," Kieran said.

"Do you know how to get in?" I asked. Very few people seemed to know. It was a big secret.

"No idea," he said.

"Can you try and find out?" I asked, and fucking hell did that sound desperate. "I feel like someone is taking advantage of her. She's getting paid to do this stuff. Some sort of sugar baby arrangement. She's getting manipulated."

"She's grown up, man. She probably knows what she's doing. I don't mean to bring up that conversation from last week again, but if there's people willing to pay then why not take advantage," Kieran said.

"It's not just that. It's what comes after that. One week it's cosplay, then it's a crochet bikini which is the most ridiculous thing imaginable already but somehow it can get worse. What happens when this guy has her doing bodypaint streams, hot tub streams, and you don't even want to think about what comes later."

"I do want to think about that," Kieran said. I didn't even get mad. He laughed, which somehow made me laugh.

"I'm not the crazy one here," I said.

"I know. Maybe there is someone involved. I don't know. Some of these streamer girls end up with patrons or benefactors or whatever. She has a lot of subscribers from doing this. I can see why chasing the money is addicting," Kieran said.

"Can you just look into it for me, see if it actually exists?" I asked, pathetically. He was nodding before the sentence was out of my mouth. "I don't want to look myself because fucks knows what's going on in there."

I was expecting to have sex tonight, which made me nervous. After revision ended, morbid curiosity got the better of me. I went looking through her streams again, wondering what clothes the raffle winning viewer put her in. I saw she had passed 500 subscribers then, and the inevitability of the cosplay stream started to dawn on me.

She announced at the start of the stream, while wrapped in a dressing gown, that the viewer's choice costume was cosplay-adjacent, but that the full cosplay stream, when it arrived, would be her choice. She was excited to show them, hinting for more subscribers. She took off her dressing gown to reveal she was in a sort of sexy secretary or teacher look. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it was still a ridiculously sexualised version of herself.

She was wearing a white blouse, with the top few buttons undone, and a black bra peaking through. Her hair was tied up into a tight ballerina bun, and she had a pair of thick rimmed glasses. Her pencil skirt was short and figure hugging, and she was wearing a pair of black tights as well. A train of new subscriptions followed the reveal, which took her well over the cosplay goal.

I turned it off, almost relieved it wasn't as bad as my mind had prepared itself for. Jodie didn't fuck me, as it turns out. She wasn't ready. I wouldn't have been able to get my mother out of my head, and took some consolation in the delay.

**

Friday 17th April, 2026

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I did my best to ignore her again. It wasn't good for me. I just let her get on with it, and waited for an update on that private server. Kieran didn't provide one until the end of the week.

"I found the server," he said, as soon as my bedroom door was closed.

"Seriously?" I said.

"You can only get in if you donate £100 or more. She doesn't even promote it. It's just there for her biggest fans," he said.

"Is there anything crazy in there?" I asked.

"No offence mate, but I am not paying £100 to ease your fears. I don't care how hot she is."

"Fair enough," I said. He knew about it. He wasn't in it.

"Apparently she's doing her cosplay stream tonight," he said, which perked me right back up.

"I need this school year to end before anyone finds out. I don't care once university starts," I moaned.

"It's probably not as bad as you think," he said.

"I bet it is."

"Go check. She's probably live right now. I'll hold your hand if it makes you feel better," he said.

"I don't want to check," I said, but that lasted all of two minutes. I turned on her stream, and there she was in full cosplay. My breath got caught in my mouth. Kieran tried not to show much reaction at all. She was dressed up as Velma Dinkley, from Scooby Doo. If it was anyone else, they would look incredible.

I think she was wearing the same glasses from her previous dress up, but this one was so much more revealing. My eyes were drawn to her skirt first, because it was tiny. It was a red, pleated miniskirt that left very little to the imagination. She had her legs crossed, hiding the rest from view. A pair of orange socks reached up to the middle of her thighs, but the skirt was so short that there was still so much thigh meat for people to enjoy. Mum is curvaceous all over. I swear she used to be conscious of her curves. Now she was emphasising them.

Her top half was partially covered by a long-sleeved orange sweater, which had been cropped, and had an oval shaped cutout over her cleavage.

"Fuck me," Kieran said. I couldn't say anything back.

She was innocently crocheting, and interacting with a chat that was obsessed with her. I couldn't blame them. She was good at this, and it was getting serious. I had absolutely no idea how to stop it.

**

Saturday 18th April, 2026

Early morning

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Mum streamed all night, riding the wave of her cosplay to new subscription heights. Kieran left eventually, and my night went on. I could hear her laughing through the walls. I was losing it. Someone was paying her to do this. She was a sugar baby of some kind. Someone had to teach her about this side of the industry. She wouldn't have known about it on her own.

I had a meltdown, sitting at my computer staring at the comments in her chat, on viral clips of her as well as her socials. I lost my mind. I donated £100 to the stream, on an alternate account. I got a message from one of her mods, or maybe it was a bot, directing me to her private server. Paying my own pocket money back to my mother felt like a necessary evil to find out what she was up to.

There were 31 people on the server, meaning at least that many people had given her £100. That was just a minimum as well. Some may have given her more. The chat was fairly quiet, but she always interacted with anyone that spoke. Very little of it caught my eye and rattled me too much. They were surprisingly wholesome at times.

Another channel with the title selfies included one selfie a day, and most of those were entirely innocent, and the ones that weren't were just gym gear or bare legs in little shorts. Most were just cute smiling pictures.

It was a third channel entitled surprise that sent me into oblivion. Mum had uploaded a sexy selfie there, in her cosplay costume.

Mum, as Velma, was holding up her skirt at the hip, revealing a small chunk of her black knickers. Her skintight crop top had been folded upwards and over her chest. It covered the cleavage cutout, but revealed so much more of her underboob. A tease. A promise of more to come. Her tits are huge, and they were already bursting out of the seams. I could see almost everything below the areola and nipples, and the little smirk on her face as her tongue poked out of the corner of her lips.

She had written some comments underneath.

You can thank @roundhouseviper for this

He wanted to thank you all for being so sweet

See you in the stream :)

My heart pounded. There was a benefactor. I clicked on the username of this guy, and sent him a message.

Hi

Can we talk?

**

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