BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Gavin grumbled and turned over in his bed. His eyes tightened and reluctantly opened halfway as he stared at the noisy alarm that laid right next to his bed on a small table. It was 8:00 AM and unfortunately, his mind was not tired enough to know that it was Monday which meant he had to get ready and go to school.
He closed his eyes and sighed, cursing the alarm clock and the day. He then slammed his hand upon the beeping device that had woken him up and then rotated in his bed, taking upon himself to lift half of his body off the comfortable bed and let his legs dangle off the side of the bed.
Yawning and then scratching himself on the side, he then heard a high but sweet voice calling him behind the door.
"Gavin sweetie? It's time for-"
"Yeah, I know. I'm up," Gavin quickly interrupted his mother, not wishing for her to think he was ignoring the alarm god and then coming in to personally wake him up.
There was a point in time when she personally intruded into his room while he was sleeping to wake him up. It gave him quite the heart-attack that time when he awoke to his pretty step-mother, Rachel Yana, with her large breasts unintentionally sticking out from her night gown.
Yeah...after that, he wouldn't ignore the alarm clock again. There were things much worse that would come out of that if he didn't.
Gavin could hear a small disappointed sigh from behind the door and then footsteps as his step-mother left his door. He sighed himself and put his hands to his face.
'I'm sorry mom...but I can't really see you as my mother. It's my fault, really...' Gavin thought regrettably to himself.
It was not easy having a former super-model that many boys, including him, had jacked off to and then surprisingly ended up as his step-mother. While that may seem like a lucky guy's dream, Gavin had morals. He wasn't intentionally trying to be cold to his mother, it's just that he had to put some distance between them. It sounded as if Gavin was a horrible son, but what else could a teenager full of hormones raging do in order to keep himself in check?
This was not heaven in the least, this was hell and Gavin only needed to survive the rest of this school year and summer before he could move out of the house. He had already applied to colleges, all of them which were not close to his home. This was for the best, after all.
Of course, his step-mother insisted that he went to a college close by so he didn't have to worry about living on campus or alone. She was especially pained to hear that he would be moving out to his college of choice.
Rachel was...a very soft spoken and sweet woman to have as a mother. She also didn't seem to take heed of her outrageous super-model body. It may have been due to having to go to hundreds of photo shoots and wearing hundreds of different swimsuits and bikinis, showing almost every part of her body. She wasn't a nude model though so for many years, despite offers, she continued to wear various levels of layers, unknowingly teasing the male population with her busty body.
So of course, Gavin had his reasons for moving out. It was not only to protect his mother, but it was also so he could get some breathing room. Everyday when he saw his mother, his mind would flash him an image of her in her outrageous photos. It didn't help matters much that his mother's clothes, while modest, still seemed to tug on her curves reveals everything as to how her body was shaped. That...didn't...help...him...at....all!
Gavin sighed again, almost wanting to cry. This was torture, but he was going to stand strong. He felt sorry to his mother, but there wasn't much choice. He certainly wasn't going to tell her of his problem. She could easily think of him as a perverted or despicable boy. If anything, that hurt him the most to think about. I mean, this was the person he had admired for quite a long time. He still admired her, but he did not want her as his mother!
The seventeen year old boy finally stood up from his bed and then walked to do the normal routine of hygiene. He stopped while brushing his teeth as something caught his eye from the bathroom window. With a toothbrush lodged into his mouth, he saw a young woman jogging on the nearby streets, but that wasn't what caught his eye. What caught his eye was the sheer size of her breasts barely contained within a sports bra moving up and down.
He frowned, cursing mentally for looking as now a bulge appeared in his pajamas. Likely, that woman was carrying a small child or baby in her breasts while jogging. Either that or it was her natural size.
He shook his head. It was becoming increasingly harder to tell what was real or not. The average breast size for a woman was increasing with more and more women keeping their children in their bodies. It was convenient after all.
Gavin couldn't help but think about his mother once more. Her breasts were naturally large, nearly the size of her head. The thought of someone inside, increasing their sizes just-
The unfortunate boy mentally slapped himself and then leaned towards the bathroom mirror, putting a hand over his eyes in frustration. He needed to get out of the house as soon as possible.
He left the bulge in his pajamas untouched and promptly got changed. He'd let his normal erection wane down by itself. When he got to the kitchen, he was met with surprise as he saw no plate or food on the table. Normally, his step-mother was kind enough to prepare breakfast for him. Perhaps she wasn't feeling too well?
Looking around he saw his step-mother in a blue blouse that tugged her curves and black jeans. She sat in the adjacent living room on the couch with her legs crossed and her eyes looking down in contemplation.
Gavin couldn't help but wonder if anything was wrong. She seemed to be thinking deeply. Of course, he didn't want to stay very long since he had school and of course, if he stayed, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of her.
"Is there something wrong...um, mom?" he asked, tripping her out of her thoughts. She looked up surprised and then a sad smile was drawn on her face.
"Actually sweetie...there is. I'm not going to make breakfast yet, rather, I want to have an important discussion with you," she replied.
Gavin raised his eyebrows in both anxiety and surprise. She seemed pretty serious and Gavin wasn't a fool to dismiss his mother like this less she got angry. He saw her get angry a couple times but it had never been towards him. Instead, he'd see her get sad sometimes around him. He knew well why since she had a level of affection towards him but he would purposely give little affection back or none at all.
If this had been any other woman, he would've treated her as normal as a mom as ever. Hugging her...giving kisses on the cheeks when leaving to school...the usual familial affection. She wasn't any other woman. He'd fantasized about her for years before she came into his family. One time, he decided to give her a hug but he had reflexively taken a step away when he felt her large breasts squish against his chest. She may have not noticed anything, but her petite and curvaceous body would kill any reason in his mind.
She glanced to a seat next to her and patted it, gesturing to come sit down. Gavin couldn't help but gulp and took a look at a nearby clock attached to a wall.
"Uh...is it going to be long? I do have to go to school soon," Gavin questioned.
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you so cold that you can't even come talk to your own mother? I've looked up when your school starts. You've been leaving two hours early when the school is only fifteen minutes away!"
The boy winced as she found out. He decided to make an excuse. "I have friends I usually hang out with before school, mom. There's nothing wrong!"
A forlorn expression filled Rachel's face. Her voice softened once more. "Do you really hate me that much, Gavin? We've been together for a year since your father died. Even before that, we've talked very little compared to other mothers and sons, I rarely see you because you're either hanging out with your friends or locked away in your room, and...you always hesitate or avoid giving me any form of friendly affection."
Gavin bit his lips. "Mom...I...I'm sorry...I'm just...still uncomfortable, that's all."
It was the truth but he just couldn't spill the details. He only hoped his mother would understand.
Rachel crossed her arms and held herself, unintentially squeezing her breasts. "Gavin...you couldn't understand how lonely I've become. Ever since your father died, I've tried very hard to take care of you. All I ask is for a little attention as a mother. Is that really so hard?"
Gavin couldn't answer. He closed his eyes and sighed.
When his mother understood her step-son couldn't answer, she looked down disappointed. "I'm at my limit now and soon, you'll be leaving for college. My worst fear is that I've failed to become best mother for you. I know I can't replace your parents, but I didn't quit modeling for nothing. I won't wait for you to accept me fully anymore, sweetie. I'll take matters into my own hand if it means to strengthen our bond together."
Rachel suddenly stood up from the couch and Gavin could only wonder in fear what she was planning to do.
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