He can't help it...

He enjoyed the view for a bit, taking note of the silhouette of her nipples, topping her big breasts. They were clearly affected by gravity a bit, but still standing firm on her chest, from what he could tell from his limited, internet-nurtured knowledge he thought they had to be around a Double D-Cup. This essentially meant that he had no fucking clue whatsoever though. All he knew was that they were big and that what he could see looked to be somehow soft and firm at the same time.

Snapping himself out of it when he felt his shaft thickening, snaking it's way down his pants leg inch by inch, clearly noticable by everyone who glanced in his general direction. He didn't mind getting a hard-on, but since it had grown so much, it was impossible to hide it. His confidence, of course, hadn't grown at the same rate, which was the reason why he stood in the doorway hunched over, with his pelvis turned away from everyone's gaze.

His father sat at the kitchen table reading his sports magazines, drinking his usual cup of coffee. He was the typical high-school jock turned middle-aged, middle-class suburban dad. He didn´t even give him a glance. He never could get past the fact that his son was a dweeb who liked comics and videogames more than football or baseball.

"Fuck him!" he thought. He despised his father. He was an asshole most of the time, treating most people like shit whenever he could get away with it. His mother on the other hand was an angel. Kind-hearted, smart, funny, nurturing. She was one of the few parts of his life keeping him sane and alive during his miserable existance. How she ever ended up with a shitheaded jock like his father was beyond him, even if she was the proverbial cheerleader, and him the typical head-jock. The typical popular prom king and queen-couple. One drunken night and she was a mother two days after turning seventeen.

His sister was just finishing breakfast while he stood in the doorframe awkwardly, pefectly immobile. She got up, plate in hand, but her smooth legs caught in her chair and caused her to trip, the plate going straight in the air. To him, this all seemed to happen in slow motion.