Jacob Camerer woke to his mother's gentle nudging, as usual.
"Morning, Mom." She sat beside him on his bed, wearing a lavender silk robe.
"Good morning, sweetie. Happy Birthday!" she said, gently stroking his cheek. "I put your clothes out on the chair, and breakfast will be ready soon."
Jacob quickly flicked his eyes downward to his mother's chest; her silk robe was doing a poor job concealing most of her breasts. "I'll be down in a few minutes, Mom." He gave her a smile.
His mother reached down and revealed his present, "Well, before you do, open this." Jacob tore off the wrapping paper and opened the narrow box. Tucked inside was handsome red and blue striped tie.
"It's not much, but it's also not your only present," she said with a smirk. "But you'll need it for tonight, so I figured I'd give it to you now."
"Thanks, Mom, it's great!"
"Okay, I'm gonna head downstairs, come down when you're ready." As she left, Jacob watched his mother to see if the bottom of her ass peaked out from the underside of her robe. It didn't, and Jacob let his head fall back onto his pillow with a huff.
You see, Jacob's mother was a bombshell. She was tall, about 5' 10", and trim, but she also had an amazing pair of breasts. If the glamour models he drooled over were any indication, he guessed she had DDs or Es. The ass he'd been trying to sneak a peak of was also to die for: not too big, with plenty of lift and firmness. She had sandy blonde hair, honey brown eyes set above sharp cheekbones, and light pink lips that were quick to smile. Jacob's mother was the stuff of wet dreams.
The great irony was that Jacob was in many ways the opposite of his mother. Jacob was only 5' 2" and had been quite frail for most of his life. This changed as he grew older, he'd filled out a little, but Jacob was very definitely on the skinny side. Where Jacob's mother's body oozed sex, Jacob couldn't help but notice that his penis was nothing special. Like all boys his age, he'd measured his erection, and though he hoped that on his small frame his perfectly average penis would look big on him, the reality was that his dick was just under five and a half inches. Average.
Jacob waited for his average erection to deflate, the result of eyeing his mother's cleavage, and wondered if he hadn't suffered from all those health complications as an infant if his dick would have been bigger. Maybe it was proportional. Maybe if he'd been a healthy baby now he'd be a 6' 3" with an 8" dick. He shook his head, it didn't do to dwell in fantasy, and got up to get dressed.
He found his mother in the kitchen, carefully weighing out strawberries before adding them to a bowl of oatmeal already topped with blueberries. She smiled up at him and brought the food over to the kitchen table. In addition to the oatmeal, Jacob's breakfast consisted of two eggs, fried in cooking spray. It was what he had every morning. He spotted his lunch box on the counter and could already predict it was either an arugula salad with beets, goat, cheese, and walnuts, or a bowl of brown rice with chicken and leafy greens.
"Inspiring stuff," Jacob thought to himself. He chastised himself internally. He wondered if his mother had been this health conscious before he was born. He'd never asked, but he always figured the answer would've been no. How could she be? She was only 23 when he was born, freshly graduated from UCLA. When he was old enough to learn about how sick he was as a baby it helped make sense of everything: the homeschooling, the restrictive diet, the constant doting. He reminded himself of the facts and he found he wasn't upset about his lunch, he was appreciative.
The truth was Jacob was everything to his mother, and she was everything to him. His parents hadn't stayed together after he was born. It must've been too much responsibility for his young father to not only deal with a kid, but a sick one, and he left before Jacob was two. Where other women would've crumbled under the pressure, his mother blossomed. She began day trading to support the two of them. It wasn't anything crazy, but it was enough for a comfortable life. It also gave her enough time to home school Jacob.
Jacob had only started going to public school at the start of his junior year. It took a lot of persuading, but his mom finally relented. Jacob kind of regretted it. He'd expected to find friends going to public school but joining as late as he did meant that most people had a solid group, and they weren't looking for new members. On top of that everyone thought he was a freshman because of his size. The whole experience was isolating.
"Where have you been?" his mother asked.
"Oh, sorry. Just daydreaming." Jacob offered his mother a sweet smile.
"So, here's the plan for today. I'll pick you up from school and we'll come back here, you'll be able to wash up. Then we're going for a drive, and you need to be dressed up, okay?"
"Okay."
School moved slowly. In English they finished reading Oedipus Rex as part of their Greek unit. Because he was homeschooled and didn't get it there, Jacob had to attend his Health class, where they were covering sexual health. Like most American sex ed, it was light on substantive content, mostly about avoiding getting sick, and nothing about pleasure. He looked around the classroom and wondered how many of his classmates were fumbling their way through sex or, at the very least, having oral sex. He figured many of them must have been fooling around long enough that they actually had some idea of what they were doing. Here he was, eighteen, a virgin, and with very few--rather, no--prospects.
He hoped college would be different. Maybe with all the change everyone was going through he'd be able to find someone who wanted to really get to know him. After Health, he suffered through History, Math, Physics. It wasn't that Jacob wasn't smart or was a bad student, he just really wanted to get back home to his mom.
The final bell rang, and he went out to the parking lot where his mom was waiting for him.
"How was your day, honey?"
"Oh, you know, the usual," he said. He looked over at his mother as they rolled out of the parking lot. His mother was wearing an emerald green silk romper with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. It showed off her long, tan legs. Her seatbelt ran across her chest and was settled between her breasts. He realized his mother wasn't wearing a bra and saw the entire profile of her breast. If the romper shifted over less than half an inch Jacob was sure he'd be able to see his mother's nipple. For now, he'd have to settle for the subtle impression her nipples made on the delicate fabric.
When they got home his mother told him to shower. "I'll be up in a few minutes, okay?"
Jacob went to the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes. As he let the water run and warm up, he looked at his body in the mirror. He could count his ribs and looked at the gentle suggestion of abs on his belly.
"It's better than being a little fat, I guess," he thought to himself. Still, he looked at himself and wished he looked like the other eighteen-year olds at school.
He hopped in the shower and was washing up when he heard his mother enter. "I'm here when you're ready, honey."
Jacob finished washing and stepped out of the shower, where he saw his mother waiting for him with a towel. She walked over and began to dry him, starting with his arms, before kneeling to dry his lower body. He felt her hands quickly grip his dick and balls through the towel before moving on to his legs. Those brief moments were heavenly; his cock swelled at her touch.
Next, she pulled lotion out of a drawer and moisturized his skin. Jacob was prone to rashes, he had a number of allergies, so soothing his skin was a necessary part of his daily routine. She warmed the lotion in her hands before running her hands over his body. She started with his arms again before asking him to turn around. She ran the lotion over his back before wrapping her arms around his torso to moisturize his chest and stomach. She added more to her hands and then quickly ran her hands down to his hips, quickly sweeping her hands inward to reach his perineum. His mother was precise, somehow managing to avoid touching his penis or balls. He wanted to groan out in displeasure, "Please just touch me there, this is torture," he thought.
He felt her kneel down behind him as she ran her lotioned hands over his bottom and then his legs. When she finished, she stood up and watched him to make sure he applied to lotion properly to his penis and balls.
"Good job, sweetie," she said. "Now, go get dressed, we'll leave soon."
He went to his room and saw the suit and shirt his mother had laid out for him. He got dressed and put on his new tie. He went downstairs where his mother was waiting for him.
"Oh, look at you, my little gentleman." He walked over to her and she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Let's get going."
