Chapter 8: You wake up the next morning.

Chapter 8: You wake up the next morning.

by: MrSuits

You awoke a few hours later from a pleasant dream of your mom sucking your penis. Rolling over to check your clock you made sure not to crush your raging erection. It was 11:31am, pretty late though after last night you let it slide. As you sat up pushing the covers from you nonchalantly heading to the toilet and taking a pee you thought about the night you’d had. It had been so surreal, so much so that you were beginning to question whether it was real or just a dream, you figured you find out when you spoke to your mom, if it really was your mom. Though it was fucked you really hoped that it wasn’t just a dream and that there really was an alien named Squawg wearing your mom like a suit having climbed into her through her butthole.

With your morning would gone you proceeded down to the kitchen still in your pajamas. Rounding the corner to spot your mom and dad sitting at the table reading newspapers and drinking coffee. “Morning.” You greeted them making an entrance.

“Morning!” They both greeted you back carrying on what they were doing. You noticed as you walked to the fridge that your mom was sat there doing the cross word as she normally did. You were starting to believe that it was just a dream, though what strange dream it was to have.

Pouring some milk onto a Weetabix you took it over to the table to eat, sitting down and watching your mom inventively as she scribbled away another answer into the cross word.

“So what are you doing today?” Your dad suddenly asked you as you placed a small spoonful of Weetabix into your mouth. You hardly even noticed him speak too intent on spotting any strange behaviors in your mom. You suspected it wouldn’t be hard to spot remembering that whilst wearing your mom Squawg moved in a slightly awkward gangly way. Though perhaps rather than staring so intently at your mom, bordering on creepily you should have given your dad some of your attention his eyes having been locked on the side of your head as you stared at your mom.

“Is there something wrong with your mother?” He asked jokingly though seemingly a little perplexed by your unwavering gaze on her.

Quickly you broke you stare and turned to your dad trying to act natural as possible. “N… no. Nothing wrong.” You stuttered awkwardly. Berating yourself for playing that off so badly, like when you got caught staring at a girl you fancied and tried to play it off as if you weren’t looking shuffling around in your seat uncomfortably.

At this point your mom looked up from her paper. “Sorry. Did you say something?” She asked clearly having not been listening to you and your dad.

“No. Johnny was just staring at you for some reason.” Your dad told her.

“Oh. Is there something on my face or something? Tell me now because Anita and Lynne will be here any minute.” Your mom instead of thinking you were a weirdo began to worry that there was something on her face. She quickly began wiping away at it, trying to get the nonexistent piece of food or dirt off her cheeks.

“No, no it was nothing.” You said quickly then thinking about the second part to what she’d said. Her friends were coming over? Your mom had known Anita and Lynne for years, before you were born actually, they often came over or went out together to go shopping or play tennis or do a whole heap of other feminine activities. The fact that she was going out with them today made you really doubt what had happened last night, your mom acting completely normal. There was just no way Squawg could have pulled off this level of acting, not after what you’d seen in your bedroom where he struggled to talk correctly and couldn’t keep his hands off his stolen body.

Part of you was pretty disappointed, placing another spoonful of Weetabix in your mouth reluctantly accepting that your life was still the same boring life that it always was.

“Right. Well on that note I need to get to the office.” Your dad announced as he climbed to his feet.

“But it’s a Saturday, can you not have one day off.” Your mom said. Though you both knew the answer, your dad being an absolute workaholic, owning his own business it was almost like he enjoyed trying to make it better. Regardless of the reason you were just happy that he came home with a paycheck and you got to live in the nice part of town and go to a good school so you could hardly complain.

“I would but we’ve got a big client that we need to sort out…” Your dad began telling you and your mom about work something that your mom never liked doing with him, evident to why she quickly cut him off.

“Alright. Don’t confuse me with all your business stuff. Just don’t overwork yourself, ok?” She asked seemingly worried for your dad’s health as was the rest of your family. Your dad working way too hard and sometimes being way too stressed to not have your concerns.

“I’ll be fine.” Your dad told you as he grabbed his coat and his bag before heading towards the door. “See you later.” He called out before stepping outside swinging the door shut behind him leaving now only you and your mom in the kitchen.