Kinds of pain felt throbbing every inch of the body, barbecued skin from the sun, numb and weak body from the inch-by-inch grass cutting, surprise of cold from the night and now the acidic sting on your stomach for being hungry. You hoped Cherie didn't had anything worse in her mind than this, the fact you haven't rest well from the test week really felt like dying. You slide the backyard door and came on Heather, Clare and 'your mom' eating packed food, with Cherie driving mom's body you guess she's too spoiled to know how to cook. "Hey look at my nice strong son haha... Sit down, I bought you Japanese food." Cherie pointed at the vacant spot, which you walked to and sit. Never thought you had a moment of relieve, you get to enjoy a high class restaurant food that Cherie bought for delivery, you didn't mind if it's out of kindness or her being a shopaholic with your mom's rich-load of money.
A few minutes later Cherie went upstairs early, *burp* "Excuse me... Kids, mommy needs to rest early, clean up the table before you go, I want it to be as clean as before dinner." Through her words you despise her by how strict she was with what she want, worse she didn't grant it herself. Finally you finished eating, Heather and Clare have done their cleanup and seem waiting for you. The coast was clear, Clare broke the silence
"Tim, what's got into mom?" Clare asked
"Yeah, she's lazier and carefree." Heather expanded with complaint
"uh...." You're about to open up, but remembering how nasty Cherie is you didn't want them to be next on her revenge list
"I think she's on breakdown, she did went hard on us long before... you know since."
"Could be, could be..." Heather said while flashing back too, though she's casual about it
"Oh the divorce is it?... when I'm still a baby." Clare said, being sorrow since she never had a dad when she's older
With a slight moment of silence Heather walked away then Clare followed. While you stayed and cleanup your packing and spills, peering to where Cherie sat you also noticed some leftovers so you cleaned that up as well.
Went up the stairs and to your room, your mind was hazed from today's test and the torture Cherie had, you really can't wait to enjoy the first free-homework night. Your body was sore and aching plus smelly so you need a bath first.
You enter your dimmed room and turn on the lights... you're on your way to the bathroom but the sore and aching pain on your body directed you to sit down on your cushy study chair.
*knock* *knock* then the door opened.
Seeing the figure on the door pacified your sore body and jolted your dick upward. It was your mom, on her face she had a shade of red lipstick and wearing bathrobe in loose fashion. As she walked you noticed her bouncing busts and toned long legs, what the hell was on Cherie's mind walking around like that to your room... Unless?!
"Well done Tim! good job in shutting the damn secret!" Cherie said as she sat your bathrobe fashioned mom on the bed, close to your study desk.
"Yeah Cherie, glad you 'noticed' " You said in your utmost carefree through a monotone voice, your mom's eye widen with Cherie's amber eyes gazed on you. She thought you saw her spirit spying on you which you brushed her off with 'just a hunch'.
"Now you really are a good son hahaha! you understand this shit quick!" Cherie said through your mom's voice, damn she got your sweet-loving mom to swear casually too.
Seeing your mom, her body felt nothing like mom on either inside and outside with Cherie on the driving seat. You wanted to ask if she'll ever leave but with Cherie's immodesty with your mom's endowed body, there's actually some good in this you thought.
"What a sad tragedy Tim." Cherie said, with a sudden sad pout on her face
"Yeah, especially for mom." You replied bleakly, then her tone seemed teasing which pissed you off inside
"Yeah... it's sad."
"Well I'm off to my room..." Cherie touched one of her swaying boobs and tighten her sagging bathrobe. As she walked out you peered through the door crack to her shaking butt going away and fade as it turned and enter her room.
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