Thursday Morning

Drearily waking up to the blaring sounds of your alarm clock, you slowly got out of bed to start off the day. You hated getting up early but you knew if you didn't, Sarah would rush ahead to use the bathroom before you. You don't even know why she rushed. She usually got a lift from her friends anyway so she had plenty more time than you. If you had to guess it would just be her finding just another way to one-up you.

It was better to get up with an extra 20 minutes to spare anyway just to avoid the hassle and so far it had worked. Plus it gave you time to have a proper breakfast instead of just shooting out the door with an empty stomach. After having a quick shower and completing the rest of your bathroom routine, you headed downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare some food.

“Morning” you said, greeting your Mom.

She was sitting at the dining room table finishing off her breakfast and reading the morning paper. You grabbed a bowl and got a quick bowl of cereal before sitting down to join her.

She was still wearing her pajamas which were more conservative than you would like but still gave you a good look at her cleavage that was almost impossible to hide.

“Morning. Anything special on the agenda today?” she responded, turning her attention away from whatever story she was reading.

“Nah, not much. Should be home at the usual time. You?” you answered. Better to make sure her routine was as normal before tomorrow. You don't need another unexpected situation like Lucy’s surprise return popping up again.

“Nothing special. I might be over at Grace’s when you get back so just knock on if you need anything”.

After nodding in agreement, your thoughts drifted towards your next-door neighbour.

Grace was Emma’s Mom and since you and Emma had grown closer since you met, both of your mothers had always stayed in touch, becoming fast friends ever since. From your point of view, they didn't have much in common other than the fact that they were both stay-at-home moms. While your Mom was quite conservative, Grace seemed to be quite open and relaxed. You'd hoped that sort of attitude would rub off on her but there's been no luck so far.

Grace’s appearance was what you would call your stereotypical trophy wife. The beach blonde hair, the full tan and most importantly(in your eyes at least) the giant tits.

But that was if you only judged a book by its cover. You’d never met Emma’s dad and you’d heard from Mom that Grace had had a divorce before they moved here. So less of a trophy wife and more of a trophy MILF. You hadn't heard any of the details but whoever was stupid enough to divorce Grace was truly an idiot in your eyes.

Her eye-catching appearance was almost a complete 180 to how you had seen her act. Her relaxing and calming atmosphere she displayed made anyone who spoke with her feel welcome. If it wasn't for this, you don't think she and your Mom would have ever hit it off. It could be a bit overburdening sometimes. Especially since you were trying to spend as much alone time with her daughter without any parental interruptions as possible.

You'd had very limited one-to-one time with Grace considering Emma was the main reason why you visited their house but she’d always been friendly whenever you spoke with her and always said you could come to her anytime you had any worries.

After daydreaming about your favourite neighbourhood MILF for longer than you should have, you finished off the remainder of your cereal and put your empty bowl into the sink.

As you were about to head out the kitchen door and head off to school, your mom stood up and gave you a quick hug before pulling back to look you in the eyes. This left it so just her hands were touching your covered shoulders.

“I know I’ve been a bit hard on you and your sister recently but I'm just trying to make sure you get through these last few months in one piece” she said sounding a bit apologetic.

Not being sure how to respond you just mutter a quick ‘“I know” and nod your head before following her to the front door.

“Love you” she smiled while waving you off at the door.

“Love you too Mom” you echo back before walking down the front yard and starting your journey to school.