Keep your options open. Go to school and see what opportunities present themselves.

The next morning you wake up to the sensation of to a soft kiss on your cheek. You open your eyes to see your mother leaning over you, her cleavage on full display inches from your face in a low cut, short nightgown. "Wake up sweetheart." She murmurs low in your ear. "Can I get my favorite guy anything this morning?" The tone of her voice and the view down her nightgown make your morning wood throb. Her hand rests on your hip, sliding up and down over the covers. You blink awake. If this is how you're going to be woken up every day, you're not going to be able to resist her for long. You need to find someone else to make into a ****, or you're afraid you'll end up fucking your own mom.

Your voice breaks slightly as you stammer out, "Oh... no mom, don't go to any trouble. I just need to grab a shower and get going, so I don't miss my bus."

Her hand moves to your hair, she combs her fingers through it. "It's no trouble at all, baby. I'm your mom, I need to make sure you have a healthy start to your day." She breathes in deep and her breasts strain against the sheer fabric of her nightie. You can seen the outline of her nipples poking up under the thin material.

You nod. "OK, some eggs and toast would be great. Thanks mom. You're the best." At least if she's making breakfast, that will get her out of the room, so you can get out from under your blanket without her seeing your hard on.

Your mother grins wide at the compliment. "Thank you, honey. You're so sweet to me." She leans down to gives you another lingering kiss on the cheek. stands up, and heads out of your room. As she walks away, you notice her hips swaying more than you've ever seen before. She looks back over her shoulder at you one last time, before she heads down the stairs.

You roll out of bed, grab a clean pair of underwear and rush towards the bathroom. As the water is heating up, you hear a knock on the door. "Hey, don't spend hours in there, beanpole." you hear your sister call through the door. "I've got an early class today, and have to get a shower too," she complains.

You step into the shower stall and let the hot water splash on your head and down your back. Your hand moves to your stiff cock, and you start stroking. You need to get rid of this boner, and this is the quickest way. You feel wrong jerking off with the memory of your mom's kiss and body still in your mind, so you try to concentrate on something else. You settle on the fantasy of Tracey on her knees in front of you, sucking and begging for your cum, although at some points you can't help picturing your mother in the same position. It doesn't take long for you to cum. Then you wash up quickly, towel off, pull on your boxers and head out of the bathroom.

Abbie is standing there in a terrycloth robe. "Finally!" she shakes her head and pushes past you. "I told you I was in a rush. Jerking off again, bro? Do that in your room, instead of hogging the shower." she smirks. "At least you're quick to finish. It's gonna suck for your first girlfriend though." She adds in a teasing tone, as she closes the bathroom door.

You don't have the time or mental energy to waste coming up with a reply to your sister's teasing. You get dressed and head down to the kitchen. Your mom is there, waiting with a plate of eggs and toast for you. She sets it down on the table as you sit, and leans over to give you a long, tight hug. You are very aware of her soft breasts press against your shoulder. "I hope you enjoy it, honey." She says, then kisses the side of your neck.

You take a bite of the food and nod, "It's great mom, thanks." You try not to think about how her body feels against yours as she hangs on you. You don't want to do anything to stop her though, you want to make sure she has enough contact with you so that the spell doesn't make her any more fucked up. You reach up to give her an awkward, sideways hug with one arm.

You gulp down your breakfast, grab your backpack and give your mother a long, tight hug, before rushing out the door. Abbie is coming down the stairs as you do, and you think you notice her giving you a look after seeing how long you hugged your mom. You hope your sister didn't notice how mom's hands were stroking up and down your back, or the way mom was really pressing herself into the embrace. You know your sister is going to notice that mom is wearing that revealing nightgown with no robe over it. Not much you can do about that now though.

You let out a sigh of relief as you settle into your seat on the bus. The ride to school is uneventful, but you have another day of not really being able to concentrate on your classes. You find yourself evaluating every girl in your classes, and some of the better looking teachers, too. At the end of the day, you're sitting in the back of the class in English Lit. You watch Tracey, and notice Ms. Fellows too. You've decided they are the two best alternatives, depending on whether you're looking for a girl your age, or an older woman. You just have to get a single strand of hair from one of them.