Metamorphosis Ch. 02

When Heather's alarm rang at 8, Sean had already gotten up, showered, walked to school, and was sitting in his first period class. He had gotten used to getting himself up and out in the morning. Having a mother that worked from home meant he was usually the first one up in the morning.

Heather stared up at the ceiling as she lay in the bed. Morning sunshine poured through the blinds, leaving slivers of light on carpet. Outside the birds chirped and the crickets were already at work for the day. Somewhere a couple streets away a lawn mower was faintly humming. It seemed to be a perfectly average day in suburbia, and Heather felt a million miles away from it. She didn't understand how everyone could keep operating as if her entire world didn't take a confusing spin last night.

Her head was still reeling from it all. It seemed so distant and foggy, and for a second she wondered if any of it had actually happened. She couldn't ignore the emotional intensity of it all though. When she thought back to the previous night, and imagined how her son's penis looked, she was greeted with the same jolt of excitement and confusion that draped over her then.

Heather was 41 in age, but in physique, she had the body of a woman at least 10 years younger. Her ass had still managed to seem 20 years younger than the rest of her body somehow and her breasts were that of a woman not much older. Heater was about 5'7" and between 130/140lbs. She had firm, round, 36C's, but on top her skinny waste, they could easily be mistaken for small D's. She had auburn colored hair that leaned closer to brown that red, and when it wasn't in a pony tail, she wore it slightly wavy. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel and her skin was a little more fair than average, but the soft creamy look of her skin gave her a distinct appeal.

It was the skin of innocence on a body of seduction. She never much card for her fair complexion, but she learned that some guys are attracted to just that, so she let it go. She had full and soft lips, and sometimes wore glasses when working, which gave her an undeniable "sexy librarian" look. She knew she was in good shape but she never let her self-image drive her nuts. She worked out regularly because she wanted to maintain a healthy body, not because she was concerned how she looked to others.

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As Heather was getting out of bed for the morning, Sean was absentmindedly staring out the window, already thinking about what we wrote last night. High school was over in a week, and his first period calculus teacher was the only still brave enough to try teaching until the very end. Despite half the class sleeping or daydreaming, and the other half gone altogether, good old Mr. Whitenly pushed forward.

Sean didn't much enjoy high school, and not because it was a struggle, but the contrary really. Sean had always been a little more ahead of his peers and always found school to be boring. His whole life academics had never been a problem, and for that matter neither had sports. He was an average basketball player. He played through his junior year, just for something to do really, but decided against it his last year. He wasn't out of shape or ugly or stuttered... but all the same... he never liked high school. He felt like he couldn't seem to connect with anyone. His peers seemed immature and naïve, and minus a few distant friends, he kept to himself. He failed to understand the social gravity of high school.

"Doesn't matter now though..." he thought to himself as he considered the last dwindling days before summer. "Soon this chapter will be over, and the story picks up" he told himself. He starred out the window uninterrupted until the bell rang.

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After a long rise and slow start, Heather was sitting at her desk reading emails unenthusiastically. Between the lack of sleep and the emotional roller coaster the night before, she couldn't concentrate at all. She sighed and rested her head in her hands. After a moment she lifted her head, picked up the phone, hit the number 2 for speed dial, and put her forehead back into her hand.

"Hewlett Smith