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Chapter 3 by MrHeracles MrHeracles

Chapter One.

Breakfast

"Ahh.... it feels so good to be home," said Gloria, Alex's mom. She was 42 years old, but could easily pass for around 30. Though wisps of grey were already streaking through her brown hair, she wore it proudly. If had any effect on her beautiful appearance, it made her more MILF-looking. She was 5'7", slim, C-cup breasts, and a perfect ass and legs, from years of teaching kick boxing.

Every guy Alex met wanted to fuck Gloria, a few of the girls too. Alex could only admit to himself that he saw exactly what they saw. "I'm not so sure...." Alex grumbled. He stirred his cereal dejectedly. He hated having to move before his senior year of high school.

Gloria stood up and went rub her son's shoulders. "Don't be so glum...." she said. "Why would we pay rent for a crappy loft. When your grandma and grandpa left us a perfectly good house to lived in."

Alex's could feel her breasts pressing against his neck, but his mood remained unchanged. "Couldn't they have held out another year. Then I'd at least be able to graduate with my friends."

Gloria's hands closed over Alex's ears, pinching them painfully. "You show some respect for your ancestors!"

Alex finally laughed. "Ancestors.... they moved to Florida.... they didn't die." Alex shrugged his mom off, feeling her breasts bounce as he did. Did she ever where a bra? Did she even own one? With as many times as he had seen his mother's nipples poking through various tops he seriously doubted it. He went to rinse out his bowl in the the sink. His mother sat in the breakfast nook of their kitchen watching him. "I gotta go to school.... wish me luck."

Gloria placed her hands on her cheeks pressing them together as she spoke. "Good luck!" She let he cheeks go. "Make a few new friends.... I grew up in this city, in this house. The people here are nice."

Alex rolled his eyes. "I'm not that good at making new friends.... it might be just you amd me for a while." The last thing he saw before leaving the house was his mother making a mock sad face while drying her crocodile tears.

First Period

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