Sunday’s Front Page

I grinned as I read the paper. People all around were whispering and pointing at me as I walked. Tyler, a guy from school, gave me a high-five.

“Nice job with Mrs. Jones, dude.” he grinned. Overnight, I’d become a small town celebrity. I could get used to having this kind of power. One girl, who I’d never spoken too before, came up and asked me if I wanted to go see the football game with her. In Wingston, high school football was pretty much a year long sport. I was so stunned I didn’t say yes, and she frowned and kept walking.

I decided to head home, and found Dad waiting on the front porch.

“So. You had sex with Faith. Bagged a nice MILF, huh? Bet you’re feeling lucky.” he grinned.

“Yes, sir.” I grinned back.

“Unfortunately, your mother’s a bit upset about your part in all this.” Dad shrugged. He had greying black hair, a chubby build, and a big beer belly.

“Hm?” I asked.

“She wants you to apologize.” Dad scoffed. I frowned.

“Apparently, you’re grounded until Mom gets home.” Dad shrugged. I sighed and headed upstairs. I grabbed my computer and wrote up a quick attention grabber for Monday’s paper. ‘Local woman commits ****’. Let me back up, perhaps. Today’s article was meant to get back at my jerk classmate who stole my only girlfriend last year. So, I was shaking him and everyone believed it. Tomorrow’s article could be used a bit more selfishly. If I wrote an article about how much Mom loved sex with me, she’d think she does love it that much! Oh wait. I typed in a quick amendment.

All citizens of Wingston are required to read the Wingston Gazette each day.

There. Sales would go up, and my very convincing articles would have a greater audience. I wrapped up my article, amazed at how easy the words flowed when I was inspired. I clicked on the family tree icon, and saw my family members on a tree with me. I pushed Mom’s icon, and it opened her profile.

Name: Melissa Doe

Age: 36

Number of times had sex: 19; inexperienced

Children: 2

Breast Size: B Cups

Something interesting on Mom’s profile was a white outline of a woman on top of a black background. It was customizable, so I could pick Mom’s body shape! I guess it’s easier than having to push a bunch of arrows. I did push some arrows beside Mom’s breast size: making them Es. I hastily added another alteration to the app.

Any physical changes on anybody are accepted as always having been that way.

I grinned. That way, she wouldn’t notice her tits just got huge, so there’d be no suspicion. I fiddled with the white outline, giving her thicker hips, a slimmer waist, and melding her body into a gentle hourglass. I wanted to see her in person before I went overboard. I pushed ‘Save’, and I moved to Dad’s profile.

Name: Joshua Doe

Age: 49

Number of times had sex: 140; experienced

Children: 3

Cock Size: 8.7 inches

I gasped. For one thing, Dad had more children than Mom did. For another, his cock was almost as big as mine, without the app! I toned his down to a stubby two inches.

I glanced at Monday’s draft, and added in a bit at the beginning. I smirked.