Dave Haines, a high schooler

RING! RING! RING!

“Dave! Are you awake? I swear to God…”

Slowly, I peel open my eyes and I see a beautiful woman staring down at me. I crack a slight smile as I eye her tits. Her large chest is being propped up by her folded arms, and although she isn’t showing more than a hint of skin, not much would be able to hide the shape.

“Dave!”

I stop smiling and begin to panic. My mom was always a little hands off when we were getting ready in the morning, only checking in on us if we were going to be seriously late. I saw the clock reading quarter to seven out the corner of my eyes, and thankfully I had pulled my eyes away from her chest in time before she realized what I was doing. That would have made a bad morning immensely worse with such an awkward talk. In the past my mom had given me a few lectures when she noticed me staring as she sunbathed, and she had forgiven me back then as a young man who was just learning about these new feelings.

My mom certainly remembers my old leering, and as much as I hate to admit it I never really stopped. She may think I’ve outgrown that, but I’ve only gotten better at being inconspicuous. I feel dirty sometimes, I’m a helpless little pervert I guess, but I’ve come to think that there’s not much I can really do to change that. Not that anyone could really blame me. She may have had two kids, but her body would never tell you that. From what I can tell in old pictures, her breasts had gotten bigger after having Alice and I, yet they didn’t lose much in terms of shape or perkiness, and she’s always been fashion minded, wrapping them in rather flattering, shape-defining blouses and jackets. At 5’11” she’s rather tall for a woman, with much of that coming from very toned legs from a regular habit of running through the neighborhood and weekend home gym routines. Despite how fantastic her tits are, her ass rivals and sometimes I’d say it surpasses them. Each glute is very well defined and toned, and with the tight pants she likes to wear you can always get a good look from behind. Between her large, pert tits and her shapely behind with wide hips, my mom is the peak ideal of a woman. If you had this lady around all the time, you’d be staring too.

“Get up already!”

Oops. Guess I was day dreaming again. My mom turns to leave the room, shouting back to me that I was on my own for now. I manage to slip on some pants and a shirt and head down in time to see her as she’s heading out.

“Thanks for the wakeup-call, you’re a lifesaver.” It’s true, having recently made a habit of late night Minecraft with the boys I’ve let many other aspects of my non-virtual life slip, but thankfully my mother has been there to catch me when I fall.

“Of course honey, now get going! You need at least something to eat if you’re not gonna fall asleep in class.” She pulls me in for a hug before heading out the door, and I get a good feeling of her boobs pressing up to my chest. I enjoy the hug for a moment before pulling away, and she turns to head out the door. I get a good look at the subtle sway in her hips as she walks away, she may be all business but with a body like that you can’t hide all your sensuality.

My mom, or Ms. Eliza Haines as they call her at the company, is one hell of a woman. She has been raising Alice and I for our entire lives basically on her own, as our parents divorced while I was only three years old. The child-support from father helped significantly, but being the deadbeat he evolved into, neither me nor Alice ever really knew him. He was not much more than a name on a check every month. Apparently, he was fairly wealthy, as the money paid was quite a sum, although it didn’t free our mom to stay home more than occasionally. Her career as a paper-company executive was really taking off, so local babysitters looked after the two of us for a while. This did leave us to learn how to do many things on our own, such as learning to cook and clean, and Alice and I bonded quite a bit over different games and shows, and even girls as we got older. I learned growing up that Alice was a bit of a pervert herself, constantly teasing me when I showed interest in other girls, including herself. I in turn teased her back about her time alone with her friends.

Alice took after our mom in a few ways. She had the same long brown hair, soft face with a nose on the smaller side, and vibrant green eyes. While not nearly as blessed in the chest, she had some nice sizable handfuls on her that she’s teased me with on a few occasions, flaunting herself in her bikini while sunbathing and trying her hardest to get a response she could ridicule me with. I teased back whenever I could, asking her to rank her friend’s tits and questioning how many girls she’s turned lesbian.

I realized I’m standing next to the door as my mom’s car pulls away, and given the timing I decide to just grab a banana and head out the door to my own car.