Well here it is, Chapter 2. Sorry about the wait for those that enjoyed Chapter 1.
For those who were unhappy with the skipped action in the first chapter I've tried to flesh it out a bit more this time.
Some people noticed the lack of an editor. I tried to get one through Literotica, but I think the emails sent to editors were blocked, I know my copies were. I've tried to edit myself, but I'd really like some help with it, so if you're interested, contact me.
I'm looking for someone to check mainly my grammar, with possibly a little bit of spelling.
The stories I write are probably mainly going to be Incest/Taboo or Mature. My personal poison is large breasts, so there will be a lot of that.
Anyhow, on with the show.
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Tommy slowly woke up. As he came to his senses he looked down at the tent his hard-on was making out of the sheets. Ever since that time with Vicki Cherry, his best friend Brian's mum, he'd been jacking off nearly every morning, and most nights. If he didn't he'd end up walking around with his cock on the verge of an erection all day, and too often he'd see some girl bending over or something else that would push him over the edge to a very obvious and embarrassing stiffy.
He reached between the mattress and base of his bed where he usually kept the small stash of magazines he'd accumulated; along with a single burnt DVD he'd bought off one of the other students who made a bit of a business out of selling them at school. Tommy had only managed to watch about half of it once when his mum was visiting his Aunt Pam. It had been quite a session though. He'd had to do a lot of work to clean up the mess he'd made on the living room floor.
But for now, he whipped off his boxer shorts, and grabbed yesterday's T-shirt, wrapping it around his cock, followed by his fist, before quickly working himself to a hip-bucking orgasm. He was so wrapped up in the pictures of nude, busty women that he didn't notice that he'd left his door open last night, so he didn't see the flash of movement as his dick erupted inside his T-shirt.
Tommy's Mum had come to get him for breakfast, and seeing his door open had started to walk straight in, until she heard the moans. She had snuck a peak through the crack on impulse, without even thinking of it, the moans had concerned her, but she'd seen her boy, Tommy, masturbating into what must be one of his T-shirts. That explained where the unusual stains had been coming from. He'd had quite a lot of T-shirt wrapped around himself, either that or he was quite large. She'd snuck off as soon as he'd started to buck his hips, worried he'd see her. She was happy though, as that seemed like normal behaviour for his age, and she always worried about his physical development.
Tommy cleaned up, got out of bed, put on a loose pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and headed down for breakfast.
His Mum was already dressed for work, as she usually left before Tommy did. His Mum had worked very hard to raise him as a single parent, and he tried to repay her by his absolute best in school. He usually achieved grades among the top three in every subject, and he knew it made his Mum proud. He looked at her as she brought him a plate of eggs and toast, and fetched him some pineapple juice from the fridge, bending at the hip. Her business outfits always seemed to Tommy as if she was making an extra effort at appearing plain. Her grey skirt was snug without being tight, and reached down just past her knees, her blouse was always buttoned quite high on her neck, and her jacket was quite bulky and did not reveal the shape of her body. He knew from the way she always changed as soon as she was home that she really didn't like the outfits.
As she bent over in the fridge he found himself checking out her arse as it bulged in her skirt. His mind flashed back to that night at Brian's house, as she'd slipped her skirt down over her arse, and immediately Tommy had another roaring erection under the table. He quickly looked away as his mother stood and turned back to the bench. No matter how much he jacked-off, there were always things that were able to cause him to have a hard-on.
He kept his eyes on his breakfast as much as possible, but kept stealing glances at his mother as she prepared her lunch. Before too long she packed it into her bag, came over to Tommy to give him his usual peck on the cheek before she left for work. As she did, he flinched, and he was sure she noticed. "Your Aunt Pam is coming to stay with us next week. She has some interviews in the city and it doesn't make sense for her to travel back and forth. Is that ok?"
"Yeah, no problem Mum, I like Aunt Pam, it'll be good to see her all week."
"Great." She smiled and left for work.
He thought of his Aunt Pam. She looked a lot like his Mum being that they were sisters, despite the age difference. His Mum kept her silky blonde hair about shoulder length, while his Aunt Pam let her hair grow longer, halfway down her back. Her eyes were light blue, and very probing, and she had high cheekbones. Her lips were quite thin, but he very rarely saw them without a mischievous smirk. Her nose was very thin, which made her whole face very slender. His Mum had a few extra lines to her face, only because Aunt Pam had virtually none, and neither woman truly looked her age. His Aunt Pam was fun, he knew she'd never had to deal with the kind of responsibility his mother had, so she still had a sense of youth about her. He always had a great time when she occasionally baby sat him, as she was very loving.
He turned on the TV to finish his breakfast, trying to get his mind off sex. Eventually he succeeded and headed off to school.
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He envied the kids who drove to school. He was old enough now, but knew there was no way he would ever afford a car. He didn't even have a job as his mother cringed whenever he brought up the subject. She was worried about it affecting his schooling, and whether or not he could handle the physical demands.
School was the normal monotony. He had most classes with Brian, his best friend. At first, after he'd had sex with Brian's Mum, he'd had trouble with the friendship, not knowing what to say to Brian. Tommy had slowly gotten back to normal, but he'd still been too afraid to go back over to Brian's house, as he didn't know how he'd behave around Vicki.
Finally though, the day came to his last class, English with Miss Bush, one of the few that Brian didn't have. Tommy had become increasingly worried during this class, as he knew his grades were slipping. He thought they were still in the top 10, but certainly a drop from the top 3 they had been. He knew why they were slipping too, but he hadn't been able to do anything about it so far.
