2

“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.

*

“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 ****. 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.