It was the first day of your summer break from school. That was fine by you; you of course hated school because it was boring and needlessly stressful. Plus with your realization that you were not your average high-schooler, the last thing you needed was accidentally exposing your secret kinks at school. You can't imagine what Hell your life would become if your friends found out that you not only had the hots for your own mom, but for her ass-blasts as well. Even if you weren't going that far, you know how teenagers work, and you'd literally never hear the end of it.
Regardless, school was out for the summer. Which meant that you didn't have to worry about school-work for a while or the annoying japes of your friends and classmates. Not that you had to worry about that much to begin with. Your Mom had actually been talking about pulling you out of school to instead explore home-schooling options. You wonder why she would do this considering that within just a few years, you would be graduating anyway; so why would she bother going through all the trouble? What was even stranger was that your mom was actually the Principal of the school you attended, so you don't know why she would...wait, that...that wasn't right; that couldn't be right.
You lightly rubbed the temples on your forehead. This was a problem you've had for as long as you could remember; you actually have a very bad memory. Your mom claims that there was an incident some years ago that gave you some intense amnesia; you can't remember much of your life at all. Whenever you do remember something, it only comes in fragments and sometimes it contradicts with what you know to be certain. And what you know is...you don't actually know what Jenelle's job is...You also don't know why you sometimes refer to your mom by her first name; maybe it had something to do with your growing attraction towards her - calling her by her name and separating her as your "mom."
Either way, you're glad that you don't have to worry about the pressure of grades for a while...Though come to think about it, with your mom being Principal, she always used her exceptional amount of pull to excuse you from classes - a lot - and always had your grades covered. But that was one of the inconsistencies you kept thinking of; if your mom wasn't the Principal then how could you have missed school so much? Hell you remember skipping school this year more often than actually being there. Yet your mom was insistent that she wasn't the Principal. Was she lying to you? How could she when your memory seemed to definitively state that she wasn't involved with your school at all?
You put it aside; ordinarily you'd be looking forward to the summer as it would give you ample time to meet-up with your friends and have-fun; all without the stresses of school-work weighing you down. And yet this past year, your mom had actually grown so affectionate towards you, that she was getting downright possessive. It was starting to get creepy; there were times where she actively refused to let you leave the house and see your friends; almost like she was being overprotective and had you under quarantine or something. You had long since grown to accept it; even without your memories, you knew enough not to make your mom angry by defying her. You don't know what Jenel- your mom - would do to you when you disobeyed, but you know you didn't want to relive it. So you got used to the idea of never seeing your friends all that much; you could always hang-out online.
Besides as much as you'd like to deny it, this did give you enough time at home to oogle your mom's curves. The gas deterred you, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the view when it came. And you were grateful that you often ended up in cozy situations like this; snuggled close to your mom's banging-body, mindlessly watching anything on TV - from news and the weather, to cartoons or sitcoms. You felt so cozy and safe in such a soft position; you actually closed your eyes and relaxed, listening to nothing more than the sound of your mom's chewing up above you. You were completely content at this moment.
You suddenly heard a gurgling sound behind you; it was coming from your mom's stomach. Your eyes shot-open quickly; you knew what this could potentially mean. The bubbling sounds from her gut could spell disaster for you. You leaned your head away from her, not wanting to be in-close proximity. Unfortunately, your mom has refused to relinquish your hold on you. The only change is that she has now moved her free hand down to her abdomen and leaned forward.
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