This place needs a mothers touch

the boy she was kissing stands up and says to the mother, "what did you do!? Get out!" He says as he reaches for her dress top. She grabs his hand with incredible strength. "Maybe this place just needs a mothers touch." She clicks her heels and he looked at where she is touching to see his arm is now paler and thin like hers, and his hands have beautiful cared for nails with a simple gloss coat. It looked like a hand model for women's jewelry. "Oh god what the fuck man!" He said.