I was sitting on the couch roughly stabbing at the buttons on the video game controller when my mom suddenly appeared in through the window in our front yard. She was wearing a tight powder blue and black sports bra and matching yoga pants and she had just come back from her morning jog. She was bent over at the waist reaching down to pull a weed, or maybe stretch her calf muscles from the run, or something, but at any rate it caught the attention of both Trevor and Jeremy. They both stopped playing to gawk open mouthed at my mother’s toned but well-rounded ass, and then high fived each other as they let out cheers of appreciation.
“What’s with you guys?” I asked as I continued playing.
“Frankie, your mom is hot,” Trevor said with a toothy grin that showcased how his teeth where just a little bit too small for his mouth, leaving gaps between them that you couldn’t help but notice.
“Oh yeah, I’d love to give it to her all night long!” Jeremy chimed in, as his chubby face started to flush with excitement.
None of us had fully gone through our changes yet, and all of us seemed to be goofy looking. I however, was the most goofy looking of the bunch. My arms and legs were far too long and skinny for the rest of me, my ears were way oversized for my face, and my acne seemed to be waging a constant battle with me to make certain I would never be popular in school.
“Jeremy, you’re so dumb. I thought you said you liked Heather Redcliff! Now you’re talking about my mom! You can’t like two girls at once!” I said as I tried to sound grown up.
“You’re so dumb Frankie! I’m not talking about liking her! I’m talking about having sex with her!” Jeremy retorted loudly.
“Like in health class?” I asked stupidly, which caused both of them to break out in hysterical laughter, a situation I did not remedy by adding, “You’re only supposed to have sex with girls you like, love or whatever.”
“Oh Frankie, you’re so dumb!” Trevor joined in, “That’s just bull crap that adults say. You can have sex with anyone you want. You just have to make certain you use a condom or whatever.”
“Why would you have sex with random people? It should mean something, or whatever, remember!” I said trying to make my point on something I really had no idea about.
“Ha ha ha, you’re actually full-fledged retarded! You have sex with girls because it feels good,” Trevor said as he slapped his leg and let out a belly laugh.
“Yeah retard! It’s like, better than going on a rollercoaster or whatever.” Jeremy added in as he eyed Trevor and wanted to make certain his analogy was sound.
“You guys are retarded!” I shouted back, “Like anyone would actually have sex with you!”
“Hey, Amanda Pulseen let me feel her boobs two weeks ago!” Jeremy shouted back at me.
“And Maggie Mullenberger totally let me finger her behind the concession stand two days ago because I promised I’d take her out in my car now that I have my license!” Trevor flaunted and then added, “She said if we go out on a date, she’ll totally give me a blowjob! I bet you don’t even know what that is Frankie!”
“Yeah, well you guys suck! I totally know what a blow job is! That’s where a chick puts your dick in her mouth she blows on it!” I shouted louder.
When Trevor and Jeremy’s only reply was heavy laughing I got even more pissed and chucked my video game controller on the ground. Suddenly my dad was there and asked, “What’s going on boys?”
“Nothing!” I shouted at him, causing his eyebrows to raise.
“Well then if you guys aren’t doing anything it’s a good time for your friends to head home, and you to get started on your homework.” My dad replied.
“Dad, its Saturday!” I whined to him.
“Yeah, and I know you have that big paper due for science class on the African Tree Frog. You’re not going to get it all done in a hour, so you had better start now. Good bye Jeremy, good bye Trevor.” My father said as he ended the discussion.
My friends muttered some farewells to me and my father, and set their controllers down on the coffee table as they headed out the front door while I shut the game off, and also set my controller down. I looked up just in time to see my friends ogling my mom as she continued more stretches in the front yard, which caused me to let out a long sigh.
“What’s bothering you Sport,” My father asked as he also watched my friends eyeball my mom.
“Nothing.”
“C’mon, you can tell me.” My dad persisted.
“It’s nothing Dad.” I replied again, more insistently.
“It sounded like something. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything, but it sounded like those other boys were making fun of you becauseÖ” He started to say before I cut him off and said, “Dad! Don’t worry about it! I’ll figure it out on my own, okay! Geez!”
With that I got up and stormed out of the room just in time for my mother to walk into the hallway and look at me with an odd glance, and then give my father a questioning look. When he didn’t respond she called out, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. I’ll start dinner after I’m done, okay boys?”
My only response was the slamming of my bedroom door.
I dropped heavily into my desk chair and swiveled it around to face the computer screen in my room and brought up the internet. I started digging into info on the Tree Frog for my stupid report because I didn’t know what else to do. I started to read some pretty fascinating information and sort of lost track of time. I heard my mom call me for dinner, so I hollered out a question asking if I could keep working on my report. I didn’t hear what she replied, but my parents didn’t call out again and left me alone, so I continued to plug along. By the time I looked away from the computer screen again, I suddenly realized that it was dark outside. I looked back at my screen and was pleased to see that the report was pretty much done. I just needed to put a title on it, and print it off. I clicked the save button and tabbed back over to the internet.
I figured I had worked pretty hard and deserved a bit of a break, so I hit up a porno site that I had heard a few of the guys talking about and figured maybe I could find some stuff out so that Trevor and Jeremy wouldn’t think I was a complete retard about sex.
Suddenly I heard my bedroom door open. I made a mad dash with my cursor to shrink the window, but it seemed to take an eternity for the stupid thing to minimize. I inwardly groaned as I spun around and saw my Mom standing there. I was busted for sure. Fuck.
“How’s it going with the report?” Mom asked with her hands crossed under her breasts as she looked at me with knowing eyes.
“It’s pretty much done! I just need a title!” I squealed, hoping that I could redirect her attention. I knew there was no chance in hell that she would understand my I’m almost done, so I decided it would be okay to check out a bit of porn excuse.
She rolled her eyes as she taped her feet while standing there in her favorite dark maroon house robe. I could see that she didn’t believe me. I wondered if she would ground me, or give me the old famous line, I’ll have to speak to your father about this!
“No, I’m serious, come take a look!” I said as I motioned at the computer screen.
“Oh, I’ll come and see what you’re doing on that machine alright,” She replied in an exaggerated tone as she walked over to me.
I spun in my chair and brought up my report, being careful not to unhide my porn website. She leaned over my shoulder and took the mouse from me and began scrolling as she read through my report. I gulped loudly as she flipped past the second page and onto the third page but relaxed a bit when she commented, “That’s a nice picture of a Tree Frog, and the caption is perfect.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled as she continued to read through the report.
By the time she had read through to the fifteenth page, I could tell that she was pretty impressed with my work, and I wondered if that would mean less time grounded or not. I also noticed that her long brown hair was tickling my neck, and it almost seemed like she was leaning closer than usual.
“Francis, I’m very impressed with this report,” She declared in a matter-of-fact tone as she straightened herself at my side.
“Thanks Mom. I worked pretty hard on it,” I replied with pride.
“So what’s with this?” She asked as she quickly reached down and flicked the screen over to the porno website.
My mouth went instantly dry and my brain froze. I had used the time that she was going through my report to conjure up thousands of excuses and now that I needed just one I couldn’t come up with anything. The only thing I seemed to be able to mutter was the truth, “I thought that because I was pretty much done with my report, it wouldn’t hurt to look at a porn site to figure out more about girls.”
“Is this because your friends were teasing you earlier today?” Mom asked in a more patient voice than I expected to hear.
“How did you know that?” I asked her with a shocked expression on my face.
“You’re not going to learn about real life women from a computer screen,” She commented as she eyed the screen again.
“I guess I know that, but it just seems like everyone knows more than me, and it’s not like I know any girls other than you Mom,” I replied glumly.
“Well why can’t you learn about women from me, Sport?” She asked as she gave me an odd look.
“Oh come on Mom, what are you going to show me about women other than the mushy stuff. I don’t need to know how to ask a girl to be my valentine or anything,” I replied back, suddenly thinking this conversation had taken an odd turn.
“Well your friends certainly seemed to think they could learn more than the mushy stuff from me. Was it Jeremy or Trevor that said they wanted to fuck me all night long?” She said with a suddenly lecherous grin.
“There was no way you could have heard that from outside,” I mumbled as my brain suddenly kicked back in from its earlier breakdown. Mom never swore. Mom would have flipped out about me looking at porn instantly. Mom had never actually met Trevor before, only Jeremy. And finally Mom never ever called me Sport. She hated that Dad called me Sport.
“D-D-Dad?” I stuttered as I looked at her face with utter confusion.
Mom took a step back and put a hand on her hip as she looked down at her own breasts and then giggled as she said, “Well aren’t you getting to be smart as a whip! Either that or your ol’ Dad’s starting to slip.”
“ButÖ How? I don’tÖ” My brain went back broken instantly.
“I’m a bodyhopper son. A bodyhopper is basically a person that can turn themselves into a blob of slime and possess someone else. There’s more to it, but we can go over that some other time. There will be plenty of time to talk about it before you’re ready to do it for your first time.” She said as she winked at me.
“Bodyhopper? My powers? What?” I asked stupefied.
“Every boy in our family for the past five generations has been a body hopper Sport. The powers usually come out right around your sixteenth birthday for some reason. Once they manifest you’ll be able to see a body hopper inside another body because you’ll see their face instead of that body’s face. Once you have sex with a mounted hopper, you’ll be able to body hop as well. In our family we call it your Awakening. But like I said, we’ll have plenty of time to discuss this between now and your birthday in two weeks.” She said with a shrug.
“Why are you in Mom?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Well, I haven’t hopped anyone in about six months, but from the way your friends were looking at your mom with lust, I just wanted to feel that again for a bit. And now that I’m in here, and you know about me, why don’t we help each other out a bit?” She asked with a smirk.
“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered.
“Well, you want to know about women. I can help with that. And you see when we mount someone, we as body hoppers get real horny, and you can help me with that,” She said with a smooth tone.
“But, it’s Mom,” I replied as I looked at her standing there in her maroon robe.
“You’re friends seem to think your mother is a hottie.”
“That’s my friends, not me.”
“Well then maybe with will change your mind,” She replied and undid the loose knot of her robe and lowered her shoulders letting the red fabric pool in a puddle around her feet.
I gulped as I looked at her. Gone forever were the visions of my mother in sweat pants on her knees cleaning the floors, or in a frumpy robe as she walked around the house, or even in a modest dress as Dad took her out to some event.
She stood there in an almost transparent black teddy. I could clearly see her nipples straining against their confines and easily make out the grove of her vagina. Her natural curves were easily as good or better than any webcam whore on the porn site behind me. The look of raw lust on her face as she placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed them together for me sealed the deal that I would never look at my mother the same way again.
“Wow…Mom’s hot.” I managed to say.
She chuckled at me like a man would, and then slowly strutted her way over to me, grabbed me by the front of the shirt and dragged me to the bed. She easily pushed me down on it, and then crawled on top of me, until I was staring at the gusset of her teddy. She then reached down and unhooked the small buttons of the garment that were hidden there and released her pussy from its confines. I could smell her arousal, her musk. I looked up at her face as she smiled down at me through the crevice of her tits and said, “Son, this is a pussy. Go ahead. Touch it. Feel it. Hell, lick it if you want.”
For the next several hours I spent my time being extra studious. I learned how to eat a pussy, how to pet a pussy, how tease a pussy, and most importantly, how to fuck a pussy. By the time Dad was done teaching me all about Mom’s G-spot, how to properly grope her tits, and even had me screw him anally I knew that none of my friends would ever be able to tease me again. Finally, as we both lay exhausted on my stained sheets I looked over at my Mother’s face as she smiled through a thin sheen of sweat and wondered.
“Hey Dad?” I asked.
“Yeah Sport, what’s up?” She replied.
“If I get my powers on my birthday, can I borrow Mom for a few days to tease my friends? Maybe even fuck them?”
“Sure Sport. Just make sure you get your homework done.”