My name is Jake. The year is 2028. This is the story of how, roughly 18 years ago, in 2010, a handful of naked pictures changed my life forever.
I'm 6' tall and I keep in very good shape. I'm 18, I live with my mom, Susan and my older sister Leslie. My dad ditched out of our lives shortly after I was born so I have no memory of him. No, as long as I can remember it has just been the three of us. I'm very close with both of them, we all tell each other everything, except for one topic. My mom has always been very protective of Leslie, protective in the sense that no man will ever be good enough for her. Perhaps it's because I'm the second child or maybe becomes I'm a boy but my mom has never been too protective of me. She has simple rules for me; don't break a girls heart and always wear a condom. So, the one topic Leslie and I never speak of is our relationships. I think she feels some animosity towards me knowing that our mom doesn't seem to care what I do, and is such a hard ass on Leslie. But beyond that we get along just fine.
Leslie is 21 and she goes to a local college, it's close enough that she can live at home and save money on the dorms. I just finished highschool and I'm enjoying my summer break. I haven't decided whether I'm going to college come autumn yet or not. My mom works for an insurance company and brings home pretty good money, we all live quite comfortably. The downside is she travels a lot. Her regular schedule consists of a week somewhere else in the country followed by a week at home. She says the only part that's bothersome is trying to stay in shape, when she's traveling it's all airport food or fast food. So about a year ago I talked her into buying all the equipment we needed to build a home gym. I worked on it whenever I had time and it turned out great. One large room in our basement literally is a gym. Mirror's on all the walls, every machine you need and weights galore. So every morning I work out for about an hour and when my mom is home she joins me.
It keeps me in shape, my mother healthy and when she's there it gives me something to look at. My mom is 40 (had Leslie when she was 19) and she looks like she's not a day over 30. In fact she's truly beautiful, but the only time I see her as a sexual figure is the hour we spend together working out. During that hour I don't see her as my mom at all. In that hour I see her as a super sexy workout partner. My mom is 5'10", has deep, sea blue eyes, full pink lips around a slightly wide mouth, a thin face accentuated with high cheekbones and a strong, but not overly pronounced jawline and chin. Her whole face has a very maternal quality to it and is usually framed by long brown hair. Outside of working out this is all I notice of my mom, a beautiful face. But during that hour I notice everything. All of her skin just a couple shades darker than pale, her body from head to toe is nice and tight but without any muscle definition including her small but perfectly round ass. But what blows me away are her breasts. 32G's (I may have snuck a peak at one of her bras, out of curiosity, not desire.) Such large boobs on such a lean woman just looks so sexy. As we work out I watch them bounce around inside of her sports bra and have had to conceal the bulge in my shorts more than once. When we work out we don't speak, we have the radio turned up loud to pump us up. That's why it's so easy to fantasize that this sexy woman isn't my mother. But only for that one hour a day, after we both shower she returns to her usual slightly conservative clothing and I forget all about my sexy work out partner.
But enough of that. This story isn't about my work out routine. This story is about how an album of naked pictures changed my life forever. So we'll start at the beginning, the day I found the pictures.
My mom left early in the morning to catch a flight to who knows where this time. We have a routine, every evening before my mom leaves we all sit down and have dinner together, then watch a movie. Dinner and the movie went so well and innocently. Had I known what my future held, I would have focused on much different things that evening. I sat on the middle seat of the couch with the women to either side of me. Both my mom and sister wore loose fitting, large t-shirts and sweat pants. Neither wore a bra. I know I haven't described my sister yet but believe me, many man would love to see what sat on the couch next to me. At the time, of course I noticed, but my mind quickly moved on as I focused on the movie. By the end the three of us had cuddled together under one blanket, their heads resting on my shoulders. As the credits rolled my mom got up, kissed my sister and I both on the foreheads and bid us goodnight.
I awoke the next morning to my alarm, quickly threw on my work out clothes and headed to the basement. I took my routine shower afterwards and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. Usually by now- seeing as it was a Saturday- I would have ran into my sister. After I sat down at the table with a bowl of cereal and cell phone in hand I noticed the note in front of me.
"Jake I ran to the store to do some clothes shopping with the girlfriends Stopping by grocery store later too, text me if you want me to pick anything up."
I probably should have known. When my mom isn't home Leslie takes over the motherly role, doing the shopping and cleaning around the house. I had offered many times to help her out but she would always politely tell me she had it covered. I knew Leslie would be a great mother one day. If only our own mom would approve of a single guy Leslie dated. Aw well, house to myself for a few hours and a big party at a friend's house tonight. Party! I texted Leslie to bring me home a case of beer. She replied something along the lines of "Mom wouldn't approve Jake!" I didn't need to do much to convince her though.
I spent the day lounging around the house until I heard Leslie's car in the drive and helped her carry everything she had bought inside. As I carried the bags I noticed that more than one of them were from Victoria's Secret and my mind raced for a quick moment. Did she have a new boyfriend that our mom didn't know about? Or maybe she just bought some new bras? Or maybe she just wanted to feel sexy to boost her self esteem? Regardless of the reason I pushed the thoughts from my mind. I didn't want to imagine my sister in sexy lingerie nor did I want to know anything about any man in her life. After all the bags were sitting on the dining room table she grabbed her bags of clothes and walked towards her room. As she walked she called behind her, "would you mind putting the groceries away Jake? I'm going to put all these clothes away."
