Get her number then go home for the day

This chapter originally written by BiBiComte, minor edits by Samus1001

In the end Caleb decided he was too tired for the day. He got Sophie's digits and texted his friends to go without him. Then he made for home on the bus, nearly falling asleep on the way. For a moment he wondered if the watch was responsible at all. But he concluded that if it was, it was probably because his mind was still overwhelmed at the revelation and needed time to unwind.

While he was half-asleep, he half-dreamt of what happened at the store with Sophie, shuddering a few times. He dreamt of calling her. Then of meeting up, and doing things that would make a grandmother collapse.

It only hit him once he'd gotten off the bus and was walking down the block back home that he hadn't paid the fare at all. He shook his head. This thing was the perfect criminal's tool. Not like he was selling it anytime soon though. This was his.

A group of construction workers, a flight of birds, and kids laughing while playing soccer all passed by him as he hazily got to his front gate. He opened it, went in, then shut it closed.

Once he was at the front steps of the door and unlocking it, he could hear giggles upstairs, and frowned.

"Caleb, that you?" came his mom's voice from the kitchen, breaking his reverie.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm home," said the boy as he walked into plain sight and saw her mom stirring a spoon in a bubbling pot.

"Oh, do you think you could drop by the Melbury's to pick up something?"

Caleb grimaced and stretched. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he was pretty beat. "I don't know," he murmured, dropping into a chair. "I'm kinda tired to be honest..."

"Oh, okay, that's fine. I'll just do it once I get through with this stew." His mom quickly waved it away, to Caleb's surprise. Then he remembered the watch. It had to be.

The teen gulped. He looked his mother over for the first real time, her curvy body just as tantalizing today in her modest dress and apron as it was 15 years prior, with her sleek dark hair stopping at her jaw. She was a knockout then; a ravishing face with a cheerleader's bod, she had all the guys' eyes on her, as Dad would be quick to repeat, over and over and over again.

Standing up, Caleb felt a surge of confidence fill him. He was a little tired. But this was home court, and he was also feeling a little bold.

"Mom," he said carefully, walking up to her, "this might sound crazy, but..."

"Yes, honey?" she looked up at him warmly before returning her attention to the pot.

Caleb inhaled, and continued. "I think that somehow, I've just been given the ability to do anything I want."

He watched her response warily. An amused chuckle left her lips as the dashing woman raised a brow. "Oh really? Now look here, young man, just because you get to be tired for one day, that doesn't mean that'll be something you can pull off every day from now -- "

Before she even finished her sentence, Caleb brought his hand to her thigh and caressed it sensually, going down her leg then back up. He moved it up towards her torso and massaged her soft but mostly firm stomach. Then he slid it to her juicy, soft breast and squeezed it.

He breathed in, anticipating the slap, or harangue, or hot kiss of boiling water shower him, in case this was all a dream and this was the sorry point it had decided to wake everyone up.

But just like before, his worries were soon appeased.

Nanoseconds later, he opened his eyes, his mom still talking away in typical mom-talk mode.

"...on and expect me to just let you off the same way." She gave him another motherly smile. "Remember, I love you, honey, that doesn't mean I plan to spoil you." Caleb, however, just gulped, his hand still clasped around her breast, while she went on with the stew like nothing had happened. Like he was just saying hi.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Do you see where my hand's at?"

"You mean on my breast?"

Caleb swallowed, trying to steady himself. No use in faltering now. "Yes."

"Why, yes, of course," she said, eyes still on the pot as she moved her hand in circles, wrapped around the spoon. "Don't get too rough with it, okay?"

The teen could've been smacked in the head with a crowbar right then and probably still remain paralyzed in place. For a moment he just stood there frozen. Then he blurted out something else, probably out of his already frenetic, experimenting mood.

"C-an I suck on your nipples?"

It was dirty, but he had to see how far he could take this.

Luckily for him, the woman only smiled again. "Oh honey, you've never seemed interested in those before! Sure, I can make some room over here."

Unbeknownst to her, Caleb was panting and his mind raced with the possibilities. This was crazy. Insane. In spite of what she'd said, she still didn't seem to be acting like a single thing was off. It was as if he'd become the hugest blind spot in the world, to anyone. Despite him being her own son, with such a vulgar request being twice as much in this kind of context, she, the goody-good mom he'd always known and loved was saying nothing, making no remark on the oddness of his behavior.

As his mom gave him room to go between her and the stove, a voice suddenly resounded from the living room.

"Mom, have you seen the tablet?"

Caleb froze. He looked sideways to see his same-aged same-high school-attending sister at the entryway, clad as casual as usual in her dolphin shorts and loose tee showcasing her soft skin and stellar volleyball girl body. Removing his hands from his mom's breast, he felt himself grow defensive in spite of everything that had happened thus far.

"H-Hazel, look, I could explain -- "

"Honey, I've told you time and again; if you can't keep track of your own things, what makes you expect me to do so?" Their mom was frowning, then looked to Caleb. "And Caleb here was just trying to suck on my nipples, before you ask. No, I'm not showing any favoritism, this is not some conspiracy hon."

Caleb looked to his sister. Hazel was a little miffed. It seemed her words were taken right out of her before she could say them; their mom had a knack for that.

However, if there was any horror or shock going on inside of her, she deserved an Oscar because he saw none of it.

"Mom!" she groaned, drawing her shoulder length, rich brown hair out of her eyes. "Can you not right now? Me and Emily just want to see it for the pictures we took last year when we went camping."

Caleb's eyes opened. So that was where the second giggle had come from. To be honest, he forgot she was here.

Emily was their cousin, a darker-haired brunette with an equally slender, lithe body to die for who dropped by every now and again, particularly on weekends when her folks were out on business. That said, they didn't really get on, as she mostly hung out with his sister; but she was always great to watch from a distance and guiltily wank off to later in the night. She also had a great pair of tits; they were D-cups but looked even fuller and more enticing because of how well-developed and pert they were. She was blessed with stunning genes, though she and Hazel were probably on the same level. Hazel's legs and thighs were enough to make you want to go buying a one-way ticket inside of them, but Emily's body was also a robust, slim package.

The girl's eyes slid to him.

"'Sup Caleb."

"'Sup sis," he gulped.

"Where's Zack and the others?"

"I left early 'cause, uh, I got, uh, tired."

"Oh. Cool," she looked back at their mother who gave her a stern look. Then she sighed, and left. "Fine, I'll look for the tablet myself."

As she left, their mom returned to stirring the pot. Caleb gulped and drifted his hand to her buttocks, which Sophie confirmed fine as a greeting, now, but violated normal courtesy when prolonged. He took a breath. Here goes. As he planted his hand on her lovely curvature and squeezed his mom's butt, she said nothing. He brought his other hand to her other cheek. Another squeeze of soft flesh later, and she still said nothing. With another gulp, he carefully leaned down and clutched her dress. Then he lifted it up and placed his hands on her bare buttocks' warm skin.

Still silent and at peace.

Caleb was feeling himself be driven to the brink, now, as more giggles came from upstairs. His own hot mother not caring about what he was doing with her butt or breasts. His own sister not caring either. Letting down her dress, Caleb looked at his mom, then to the ceiling. In a way he felt like he couldn't end here. He could just go sleeping for the day. But he also wondered just what else he could try or do.