Luke was 18 years old when his life changed completely. He had asked the school nurse if he could be picked up from school because he was feeling a bit off that day - suffering a headache, cold sweats, and feeling slightly nauseous. Certainly not feeling great, but also nothing terribly alarming. His mother Anne was in the middle of her hot yoga class when she saw her phone buzzing at the edge of her mat as the school nurse dialled.
She cursed inwardly as she saw the phone rattling about on the floor - it was uncourteous to the other students to bring a phone into practice with her, but as a devoted mother she knew it was moments like these when her children needed her that she knew it was OK to break the rules occasionally. Anne was in the middle of a quite tricky inversion pose at the time, and gracefully untangled her long legs as she returned to all fours on her mat and wiped the dripping sweat from her face before grabbing her phone and tiptoe-ing from the room with a silent "sorry" to her instructor, her sizeable breasts bouncing and barely contained by her sport bar as she made her way outside.
She attempted to key her unlock code into the touchscreen, but with her fingers still dripping in sweat the screen was mistyping the numbers she needed. "Oh good heavens!" she sighed in frustration, and wiped her sweaty palm and fingers across the driest piece of cloth she had available at the time - the tight yoga pants that stretched to contain her round, pert bottom. As she wiped her hand against her backside, her large cheeks were spread apart and a light hiss of gas escaped her dark hole in a girly fart. She sighed and smiled in relief. The various poses in her yoga sessions always left her a bit gassy afterwards, and she secretly loved the feeling of the hot gas leaving her body, puckering her under-appreciated arsehole as it went. Her fingers dry, she unlocked the phone and dialled the last missed call.
"Hello? This is Mrs Riesin calling. I just had a missed call from this number?" She flicked away a strand of long auburn hair that clung to her pale cheek as she spoke.
"Oh hello Mrs Riesin, it's Linda from St Albans here. I'm afraid young Luke is feeling under the weather and will need to be picked up from school this afternoon if you are able."
"The poor thing! I'll head over shortly and pick him up. Thanks Linda. Tell my darling boy I'll be there in 20 minutes."
"No worries at all Mrs Riesin. I'll let your daughter Margaret know that her younger brother is heading home sick also."
All thoughts of finishing her yoga session now put aside, Anne Riesin made her way to the school to retrieve her beloved son. She coasted along the long straight roads towards St Albans, fretting as she thought of Luke ill. She had lost her husband Mark shortly after the birth of Luke in an accident at work, and had become extremely protective of her two children in the wake of that loss.
At 18 years old, Luke was the younger of her two children. A wonderful boy, she thought, and becoming handsome to boot. He stood at almost 5"8' now; shorter than her own 5'11'' frame but still growing, and he sported a cute mop of black hair, unbeknowingly in similar fashion to his late father. That brought a smile and a rosy warmth to her cheeks as she drove - they were beginning to look so alike. He was gentle, quiet sort - more interested in solitude with his music and books than socialising.
Her oldest child Margaret on the other hand, was turning into quite the socialite! She had inherited some of Anne's best assets it had seemed; her flowing auburn hair matching her mother's, and her plump bottom, thin waist and ample breasts giving her a classic hourglass figure that was beginning to attract plenty of attention from the boys at school. And occasionally the boy at home! Anne giggled to herself as she recalled earlier that morning when she spotted Luke struggling to conceal an unexpected and embarrassing erection in his boxer shorts - Margaret had unceremoniously bounced into the kitchen for breakfast wearing nothing but white cotton panties and a pale pink tanktop, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. She had walked up beside Luke and leaned across the table directly in front of him to grab a piece of toast, and Anne laughed when she recalled poor Luke's eyes widening and his mouth opening as his sisters barely clothed and glorious buttocks appeared unexpectedly directly in front of his nose.
"Margaret! Don't torture your poor brother like that!" She cried with a laugh. "I need to get you a silk robe like mine or something! You can't just walk around the house like that young lady. The poor boy has enough hormones running through him to make him horny enough as is, without you sticking your butt out there like that"