At least he'd have something cooler than the bus to ride.

Adrian wakes suddenly to the sound of his phone buzzing and the slightly jarring tones of its alarm. When his heart stopped racing from being startled awake, he slid out of bed and went about his morning routine. After a quick shower the young man returned to his room and began to dress himself for school. His door swung in suddenly and he looked over to see the face of his voluptuous mother. His friends and acquaintances in their old town had incorporated her 'MILFiness' into their teasing him about catching the late puberty train, laughing and wondering aloud if he'd look like her when he grew up. The petite blonde was a spitting image of his mother, after all, and the comparison was a surefire way to get under Adrian's skin. What the people didn't realize was that he had missed out_ on at least one _of his mother Ellen's features besides a few inches of height: she did her best to keep it a secret but his mother was a futanari. A rather well-endowed one as he'd discovered and been unable to forget. The memory of her changing in the laundry room shortly after they'd moved to their current house was chased away by his mother breaking the silence. "Oh. I didn't think you'd be awake already," she said with a warm smile.

He could swear he'd seen her eyes lingering on his rear in his boxer shorts while she spoke, but wasn't sure of that. "Tara is making blueberry pancakes and even bought the huckleberry syrup you like with them, I just wanted to make sure you were up. I'm so proud of my birthday boy... all grown up!" She exclaimed, rushing to him and giving him a tight hug that threatened to suffocate him in the fleshy rift of her cleavage. "Happy birthday Adrian!" Ellen's cheery mom energy was omnipresent.

"Fernks merm," he replied laconically into her boobs, conserving his breath in case it reached a dangerous duration. Adrian's own arms snaked around the professionally dressed middle aged woman, noting their physical similarities all the more to his chagrin. "Have a good day at work," the boy added with a genuine smile as she pulled away. She looked at him with her baby blues for another moment as though trying to see if the sad look he'd been carrying for the past week still lingered, but the idea of his favorite breakfast was actually cheering him up some. "On your way out please tell Tara I'll be right down."

"It would make her really happy if you called her 'mom' too, you know," his mother scolded him with a wink. Adrian's relationship with his stepmother was on the good side of amicable, stymied by the enmity that moving across for her job had robbed him of a relationship with his father. Not that his dad had ever been all that invested in a relationship with his child, but it was easy to blame the next one in line and hold out hope that one day his old man would come around and cling to the fantasy that he definitely would if Adrian had just been around to make it happen.

He finished dressing, donning jeans and one of his favorite tee shirts. It was black and loose-fitting, unavailable in Adrian's slender size despite proudly proclaiming 'Why be a 10 when you can be a 20' in bubble letters around a 20-sided die with a starburst. The scent of bacon wafted up to his room calling to him with its enchanting spell. He strode down the stairs and into the kitchen, spying the brunette working over a griddle. "Hey Tara," he said, deliberately not calling her by her preferred moniker.

"Good morning to you too. Pull up a chair," his stepmom corrected him and set a plate with three hotcakes, eggs over easy and a generous amount of bacon in front of him. "Happy birthday Adrian. I know Ellen spoiled the surprise already but I wanted to help make your day special with one of your favorites. I'm making more if you want seconds."

"Ooooh! Pancakes are gonna make Adri's ass even bigger. Good going mom!" Lee remarked sarcastically as she tore into the room like a whirlwind. She grabbed a pancake off his plate and cursed under her breath about how hot it was so that Tara couldn't hear her.

"Lee Harris! That's your brother's pancake!" Tara scolded her immediately while trying to snatch the flapjack from her daughter's hand. Lee was too quick, and the snide remark about his rear was quickly forgotten amidst his own giggles at his stepsister's antics. Within seconds she had devoured the entire pancake and was licking the purple berry stains from her fingertips.

"Happy birthday little bro! Gotta get to practice!" his stepsister said and planted a blueberry-colored kiss on his cheek, leaving a colorful ring behind as she left for the door. Tara huffed and shook her head.

"That girl! I don't know where she learned her manners but it wasn't from me. Sorry about your pancake hon," Adrian's stepmother said and slid a replacement onto his plate.

"Thanks Tara. At least this way I can enjoy it extra hot," he said with an amused smirk at the antics of the two women. At times like this he almost felt like he was part of a real family instead the remnants of two that had been sutured together.

"Call me mom," the woman reminded him with a playful terseness and a wink. Tara had resigned herself that Adrian would probably never think of her as a second mother, but reminded him as an invitation to do so anyway.

The two talked about plans for the weekend, and how the two moms would be going to visit Tara's ailing parent after Ellen was done with work. "I'll still make a proper birthday dinner for you. Really sorry this came up on your special day. At least you'll get to eat the pan of lasagna I'm putting together this afternoon by yourself. I'll leave baking instructions," she joked as he was wrapping up breakfast.

Adrian's phone chimed, pulling him back to the reality that today was a school day.