Author's Note: Hey I'm jaylake! Some of you may remember this story which was written by me. I'm here to continue this series and write more stories.
Reason for my going: It may sound stupid but what i started as just a fun thing turned very stressful for me that's why i decided to leave. However I also took my stories with me which prolly wasn't a good idea.
If I ever stop writing again, I promise my stories will stay here. Thanks for reading!
IMPORTANT: So as not to waste readers time here is what my stories will and do contain:
Very oblivious milky women, dumb and gullible personalities, Hentai level stupidity, Humour, Netorare, Big proportions (especially boobs)
Read at your own choice
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Hi, I'm Ron, sorry for this lacklustre introduction, but I haven't been very well lately. What has happened in the last few months has been unimaginable to me. Worst of all? The victim is still clueless. Let me start by telling you about myself.
As a nerdy kid with an Asian mother and an American father, I was born to be bullied. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm built like a twig, and my glasses and bony structure don't do much to make me popular with anyone.
I'm good at my studies, though, so that's a plus as if I had a choice. Kids at school make me do their homework for them, so it's not a plus.
This particular story involves just my sweet family. Particularly my Mom and Sis. Although my experiences involving my girlfriend and childhood friend haven't been so great either. But let me tell you about my mom, Even though I am in high school, she treats me like a little kid. Good for me, because she is a masterpiece of God. She looks a lot like AI Kano, a JAV actress. Yes, I compared her to a porn actress, why?
Well, she is a woman who is slim but curvy in all the right places. With 34k jewels on her chest, soft and squishy with a firmness specially given to her, her breasts are the best work. With a height of 5'8″, she looks perfect for her age. She soon had me with my dad; they were high school sweethearts. My dad is damn lucky to have her; she turns heads wherever she goes with every shake of her jiggly body.
She doesn't notice much; she has a fatal flaw; Mom is smoking hot but highly gullible. I'm always worried that someone will steal her from me and Dad.
As any apple doesn't fall far from the tree, my sister, Allie, is the same as her, she certainly has the best of her genes, huge squishy breasts, heavenly thighs and an overall great body.
She was born just one day before me but considers herself the older one. As a result, I have two hot, gullible women doting on me all the time. My life must seem like God's gift to you, but wait until I tell you about the downside of having a hot but stupid family.
It's like I'm cursed to have women with half a brain cell around me. My sister was on her way from her friends in another city when the lockdown happened, so her entry will be a little late in the story, but buckle up, I'm sure you'll find my misery very amusing.
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It was the beginning of 2020, and a new disease was spreading; people called it a pandemic. My mom was scared for our family. My dad, Garry, was out of town most of the time because of his job, so Mom and I were home alone most of the time.
We were not wealthy, but we had enough for what we needed. My mother rarely left the house; she was a homemaker who loved taking care of the family. Sometimes too much. I used to get crushed by her huge breasts when she hugged me. And that's a lot.
When the pandemic came, I was a little happy about it. Well, schools are closing, so, good for me, less bullying. Oh boy, was I wrong?
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"Ron! Wake up, sweetie! Time for school." My mom yelled.
"Hang on, Mom! Five more minutes." I grumbled from under the covers. I heard a storm of footsteps coming up the stairs and the door was pushed open.
"Ron, baby, it's time for breakfast, you're late."
I saw my mother standing in the doorway. She looked uniquely elegant and beautiful in her skin-tight jeans and blue top, which struggled to keep all the flesh on her chest from spilling out. Her face was small, with rosy lips and brown eyes that complemented her waist-length black hair.
Ahh, a perfect hourglass figure. Who says that only exists in dreams? I woke up immediately and went downstairs for breakfast. Mom was cleaning. Ever since she got sick, she has kept everything spotless, with no chance of a virus anywhere. She watches a lot of news channels; she's not exactly stupid, but very stupid; street smarts are a foreign concept to her.
"Where is Dad?" I asked.
"He left in the morning, he said there's a lot of work to do. I don't understand; he was supposed to take a vacation. For months!" My mother said she was frustrated.
"Mom, he's busy for a good reason; stop worrying so much," I said. I loved that they loved each other so much. I enjoyed my daily dose of cleavage and the milky smooth skin she had when she looked at me.
"Sweetie, you have to take care of yourself for Mommy, okay? We don't want the virus; you know how much I love you, right?" My mom said, blinking those clueless and innocent eyes.
"Huh? Oh yeah yeah, sure. I love you too, Mom," I said, coming out of my daze. "I'm going!" I said, running for the door; my mom came up behind me and took me in her arms. My face was buried in those huge breasts. I kept my hand on her waist. She didn't seem to notice when other people did it. She thought it was just a way to hug.
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"Watch out, skinny bitch," James yelled as he punched me in the face.
We were in the school bathroom at the back of the school; rarely did anyone come there. My crime for getting hit? My hair looked weird" Yep.
James was standing there, towering me at six feet tall, and I was only five feet tall. He was grinning with one hand around the waist of our school model. Not in my eyes, though; Mom looks much better.
James is a high school bully through and through, but his looks are not typical. He is tall but skinny and somehow looks shorter because of that. I don't know how he gets, girlfriends. Surprisingly, he is not very strong or has muscles like a bodybuilder. But what he is is cunning and a colossal pervert. He likes to take advantage of situations or make them more favourable. He never gets caught.
"Fuck you, James," I said as I stood up. Today was the last day of school before it opened on who knows when. I should give it to him.
I ran at him with all my strength and pushed him into a stall. He was not ready; I could see how easily I pushed him. We both fell hard and his girlfriend screamed. James' head hit the ground and he fell unconscious. Well, that was not expected.
"What the hell are you doing?" We heard a voice from outside. James' girlfriend, Amy, ran away before anyone caught us. I wanted to too, but I couldn't stand up and felt dizzy; after a few seconds, I passed out.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jean; I'll make sure he never does that again; he's a nice boy."
"Yes, I hope you discipline him better; the boy he hit is all right, so I won't drag him any further."
I heard clutter behind the curtains. I was in the infirmary of our school and my head was ringing; then the curtains opened and my mother was visibly upset.
"Mom, I-"
"Not a word, mister; I did not expect this from you." My mom scolded me before I even spoke. What the fuck, James? Hit me first! Then I saw Amy standing in the doorway, so that's how it is.
"You know that poor boy hit his head? He's fine now, so come with me; let's go apologize." Mom said, trying to get me to stand up.
"Mom, but -"
"No buts, we are going to apologize right now." She cut me off again and dragged me in front of her to the bed. James was fine, smiling. That son of a bitch.
He was staring at Mom, his eyes searching for something. Holy shit! I hadn't noticed before, but Mom was wearing a tight tank top and short shorts. Her black bra was visible from the top, the fabric stretching hard to contain her breasts. Her smooth legs and skin were visible through all that...lack of clothing.
"Mom, what are you wearing?" I whispered to her. She looked at me as if I had asked her my name as if it was damn obvious.
"I wear this every day, what's the problem? Are you judging Mom's clothes now?" She said.
She was right; she wore revealing clothes at home. She said they felt comfortable, but that was home; she rarely went out. And I had no problem looking at everything she had. But James? I was not thrilled.
"Now apologize." Mom said.
James looked at me; he knew why we had come. He was busy looking at Mom. He paused for several seconds to stare at her breasts spilling out of her barely-there top.
"I'm sorry," I said. I had no choice; Mom wasn't going to let this go until I did what she said.
"It's okay, bro! We're friends after all; these things happen." James said, grinning at me.
I was stunned, friends? You hit me because of my hair, you dumb fuck! My hair! Well, before I could say anything, my mom walked up to him,
"Are you okay, James? Are you hurt?" Mom asked; she was an angel, eager to help. I liked that about her, but it was far from what I wanted right now.
"No, I feel a little dizzy right now; maybe a hug will fix that?" James said, looking at her innocently, more at her breasts than at her. I knew he was lying, but who would tell Mom? The ever-loving gullible angel.
"Oh, poor boy, come here." She put his head on her breasts; he almost sank into the softness of her tits. He moved his hand down and grabbed her ass. Mom didn't think much of it; she was used to it.