I sat back on the couch while Mom fiddled with the router, quietly cursing that it was not a simple problem to fix. She was on all fours, her head stuck into a cabinet the TV sat on top of. My mind was on getting back to gaming in my room after she fixed the internet, but seeing her fat ass sticking out from the cabinet, wiggling around while she messed with the electronics made it wander to lewder things. I had to distract myself before I got an erection, so I decided to start some idle chatter.
"Can't we just call an electrician?" I complained, trying to look anywhere but at Mom's butt.
Her voice came out from the cabinet, not halting her work in any way. "That's a waste of money, sweetie." She replied while moving around. "Mommy will figure it out in just a second, if..." she went back to a low annoyed grunt as she tried to get the router working again. "...I could figure out why this stupid thing keeps doing this."
She was such a penny pincher, though considering we lived alone together in an apartment, maybe there was good reason for it. Still, this might take forever. My boredom (and slight ogling) was interrupted by the sound of a loud electrical zapping noise, Mom shooting out of the cabinet and onto her butt as she got a powerful shock from the router's wiring. Her teeth were clenched, and she made a "Gh-hg!" noise, then sat there on the floor.
"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked, worried that she'd been hurt. I got up and moved towards her, but before I could reach her, she... squeaked? She changed her position, getting on her hind legs and staring up at me in an oddly lewd squatting pose.
Something was definitely wrong. "What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. And again, she didn't reply, instead squeaking like a bunny rabbit. In fact, she started hopping around like one too, in that stupid and weirdly erotic way. "Mom?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
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It's been two weeks since I started taking care of my bunny rabbit mom. She still thinks she's one, and it means that it's on me to actually pay the bills, and take care of her in general. It sucks, but also putting aside the fact that she's my mother for a moment, I now have a sex toy. A real, honest-to-goodness, flesh and blood sex toy. I mean, she just acts like a big furry animal, so I can do whatever I want to her and she seems to appreciate the attention. I like to dress her every day in a pink miniskirt and a tight red top, so when she's squatting like a rabbit does, her mature pussy is on full display. I finished the look with a bunny ear headband and bunny tail butt plug.
"Daisy! Here girl!" I called out. Her real name was Linda, but I just gave her a new more fitting one, and she picked up on it quick. I heard a squeak from another room, then a rustle of something being dragged along. From the doorway Daisy hopped towards me, a large bowl in her mouth. I guess she was hungry, she always did this when she wanted some food. I grabbed some rabbit pellets from a box next to the kitchen counter, and filled her bowl. She squeaked and purred in approval, and stuck her face into it.
"There you go, Daisy." I said, patting her on the head as she sloppily ate the pellets. I walked around to the other side of her, enjoying how when she ate, her fat ass was stuck up in the air, with her pussy lips dangling right in front of my eyes. I ran a finger through them, and she let out a little "Mrrr" noise. It didn't stop her eating, but it certainly wasn't a protest. I bent down and kissed her on her labia, making sure to give her some tongue action, and she hummed happily. She pushed her ass back against my face, and I felt her hot wet pussy lips press against my face while she continued making loud slobbering noises from the rabbit food. I felt like a pretty good owner. I watched TV for awhile until she came over to me on her own volition. She made a whining, munching sound, and I reached out to rub her head.
"What's wrong, Daisy?" I asked.
She leaped onto the couch with her big mommy body and humped my arm while she continued her needy rabbit whining. Her boobs bounced up and down on my arm from the movement.
"Is Daisy in a rut? Does Daisy need some help?" I asked, trying to be as helpful as possible.
She stopped her humping and looked at me with her cute bunny eyes expectantly, with a flushed, pouty animalistic expression. Her body looked sweaty and worked up as part of her new heat cycles, and I would be a terrible pet owner if I didn't help her alleviate the pressure.
I stood up off the couch and she followed, hopping down to the ground. She turned around and presented to me. "Alright, alright! You've been such a good girl, so I think it's time I returned the favor." I said as I unbuttoned my jeans. "You know, because I'm your owner."