This story is fiction. For the real story please read Sinful Son.
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The alarm went off; triggering it's annoying sound. I woke up with a strange headache of some sort. It felt tingling yet painful. I went to the bathroom and washed my face several times. It still felt painful, but it was easing. I got dressed for school and combed my middle-length brown straight hair. It was the last day of school before spring break.
I walked to the kitchen for some breakfast and saw my mom at the stove. She was very gorgeous, at a mature age of 38. She was five months pregnant and wore a moist 36 C cup. She had dirty blondish-type hair dye.
"Morning mom," I said.
"Good morning son, she said, did you sleep well?"
"Yea, okay I guess."
She handed me my plate of sausage, French toast, and a biscuit with gravy. I gobbled it all down my throat in about a minute. Then suddenly my mom said," Let's see... I have to buy some new pregnant clothes, bigger bras, and grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, then going to the doctor for a checkup."
"Did you say something, mom?"
"Huh...no why?"
"Nothing," I replied.
I sipped my Tropicana Orange Juice and poured an another glass. Again I heard or maybe thought her say," Dang, my breasts are wet again." I almost choked on the orange juice, but I only coughed. I couldn't believe that I could hear my mom's thoughts! It was like the Mel Gibson's movie "What Women Want." I was having goose bumps on my arm.
When she turned around to collect my plates, I had to look to see if her breasts were leaking. She walked up to the table a foot away from my face with her chest thrusting in my face. I looked and saw two small round wet spots on her white shirt. I could also see her nipple sticking out and was wearing a white-laced bra. My cock was getting an instant hard-on.
"Thanks mom, I said, I'll see you at 2 P.M." (Early Dismissal)
My first boring class was U.S. History. Her name was Mrs. Garcia. She was about 5'5", skinny, medium breasts, and from Mexico. I tried to hear her thoughts when I said in my head," come on, think about sex." Then suddenly she thought," God, I haven't got laid in months!" I almost laughed out loud when she said," is there something funny you can tell the class, Justin?"
"Ahhh...no...Mrs. Garcia."
When the bell rang for dismissal and every student was out, I thought to her to touch her breasts. She slowly placed her small hands on her nicely shaped breasts. Pushing them up and down. Then I told her to squeeze it and did she ever! I instantly went to her desk and placed her left nipple in my mouth like I was breastfeeding. It was very tasty and satisfying that my cock was getting wet. So I quietly exited the room and thought to her to get back to work.
I drove home going 65 mph on a 35-mph speed limit zone with my Porsche Boxster. My cock was getting so excited that I was moist in my underwear. It took about six minutes to reach our driveway and into our automatic-sensor garage door opener. I quickly got out and entered the main hallway leading to the living room. I noticed that my mom was nowhere in sight, so I checked to see if her silver Mercedes Benz parked in front our walkway and it wasn't.