Pusher

I could tell something had changed.

I'm not quite sure how to describe the difference, but it was as obvious as if the sky had changed color, or gravity had gone away. It wasn't an ill feeling, but as I turned off the alarm and pushed aside my covers, I had to shake my head a little, like I was trying to clear away cobwebs that weren't there.

There was an echoing place inside my head now. I can only describe it as feeling like big, hollow cave that was dark and private. Not even the morning sun could touch it.

I swiveled out of bed and started going about my day. Even a long shower couldn't make me feel quite right, but I began to get used to the feeling. By the time I was done getting dressed and got downstairs (all the way downstairs: I live in the attic room) I wasn't nearly as bothered by the feeling anymore.

I was surprised to seem Mom up already. I had early class this morning, and usually didn't see her. She was obviously wasn't expecting to see me, as her bathrobe wasn't exactly cinched all the way. I could see the swells of her breasts and the nearly trimmed hair between her legs.

"Oh god!" She quickly turned away and pulled her robe tight, blushing furiously.

"Morning, mom," I laughed and started getting cereal and milk together.

"I didn't hear you come down," she said. The blush was making her particularly beautiful right now. I have always had some very un-son-like feelings for her. Her eyes are a deep hazel and her hair long and auburn. Her lips are full and very red. I always associated her beautiful lips as perfect cock-sucking lips... tender and full. Her breasts have always been a fantastic asset to her as well. I don't know exactly, but I have always thought she was probably a D cup. I had often fantasized about my cock between them. She is a great dresser, and her cleavage has been tempting me since I was old enough to spell the word.

"Sorry bout that," I replied. "Didn't mean to sneak up on you." The weird echoing place in my head was beginning to ring a little. As I spooned puffed corn into my mouth, I realized that I could sort of see my mother there, in the cave. It wasn't like a visual, it was just that she was there. She walked out of the kitchen, heading for the laundry room, and I realized that her presence in the cave faded as she moved away.