4 -- Her Son
Sabrina rolled out of bed. She dug out of her drawers some pink panties, stepped into them, then shifted her bits to sit neatly inside. She snatched an over sized cream coloured t-shirt off of the ground and let it drape over her top half. Puffy faced and still waking up, she left her bedroom and started on her way downstairs.
She could smell coffee, and hear shuffling in the kitchen. She hoped Monica was making breakfast for them both that morning. "Goodmorning Monica," she called.
A young man stepped out to see who was approaching, and he froze at the sight of her. "Uhh..." He looked her up and down, appreciating the sight of a shockingly beautiful yet dissheveled blonde wearing barely anything by the foot of the stairs.
Sabrina's legs twitched and then squeezed closer together, a futile reflex to try and hide the flagrant bulging of her panties. "Oh! I thought Monica, ahh! Hello! Who are you...?"
"H-Harvey," he said. His eyes going lower and now sitting square upon that bulge. "Harvey Junior."
"Oh! You must be Monica's son!" Sabrina quickly turned and bolted back up the stairs. "So glad to meet you! One moment please!"
As she went he watched her breasts and overstuffed panties swing against herself with every step. It was a lot to process, so early in the morning.
After a few moments Sabrina came back, now with her hair sorted out and tied back. She'd put her leggings on and a little skirt over that, providing cover for her more anomalous features, and a sports bra under her t-shirt was now taming her bosom.
Cautiously she walked into the kitchen, where Monica's son was sitting on a stool by the counter with a coffee and a bagel. He firmed up as she approached.
"Hello again. Sorry about that. I didn't know we were going to have company. I'm Sabrina."
"Sabrina. Pleased to meet you. Uh... coffee?"
"Sure," she said. She went to the cupboard to grab herself a cup. Harvey Junior noted that she seemed to know where everything was -- she must have been staying in his family's mansion for a while.
She was without a doubt the most attractive girl he'd ever seen, and that was saying a lot considering his mother's connections to the modeling industry. His heart beat faster as a dainty hand holding an empty mug was extended toward him. His mind was reeling. She was an absolute angel, of the very busty sort... yet what was going on in those panties earlier?!
Sabrina examined him as he poured. She only saw a bit of Monica in the young man - he must have mostly taken after his father. He was of average height, a little husky of build. His eyes were icy blue, and his light brown hair had began to recede.
With her cup filled Sabrina grabbed the jar of sugar and started pouring a thick stream in. As she found a spoon and started to stir Harvey Junior asked, "so, how do you know my mother?"
"I'm her assistant."
"Oh, I see. An assistant."
"Mhmm. And what brings you home? Wouldn't you be at college until May?"
"It's Reading Period. I thought I'd come here to study instead of stay on campus. There's a lot of distractions there this week."
"Oh, I see. It'd have been nice if your mother had warned us that we'd run into each other like this." Sabrina waited a moment as she was stared at, then started to sip her coffee. It seemed he was indeed easily distracted.
Harvey seemed to break out of a trance, and his temples were starting to glisten. "Yeah! Yeah, it would have. But I forgot to tell her."
Sabrina nodded. "Okay... hehe." The tension was becoming unbearable. "Well. It was nice meeting you Harvey Junior."
He nodded, looking at her with glassy eyes. Sabrina hesitated a moment, then nodded back to him and proceeded to quietly leave the kitchen for her room.
"
Holy shit
," Junior whispered again.
DAY 1
Junior was up in his room as well now, a safe place to sort himself out after that morning's encounter. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring out his window.
He couldn't believe it. Sabrina was the the most gorgeous, sexiest girl he had ever seen, and she was staying
in his house
. And... she must have had a cock? A real life futanari! Or at least, he was pretty sure she did, that she was one, yet the memory of his first seeing her was already growing hazy. He'd accessed and embellished upon that image too many times within the banks of his mind; he couldn't trust it any longer.
Futanari was one of his most favourite secret fetishes. There was just something about a very feminine woman wielding a superior piece that made the neurons in his brain fire, made him sweat and swell. He'd never thought they could be real, though there were rumours about them existing lately. Now he was pretty sure there was one, one incredible one, just a few doors down the hallway.
She was apparently his mother's assistant. She certainly didn't look like any normal assistant. His mom must have taken Sabrina on for other reasons.
That bitch. She was always having too much fun, with no respect for his father's passing. He suspected she was playing around even before he'd died.
Junior's hands tightened around his pillow. He'd never figured out how to have fun. He'd always been a shut in, who stumbled in the presence of women. He'd never had a girlfriend, and if not for a few alcohol fueled incidents on campus, he'd be a virgin. He was at that moment extremely jealous of his mother.
He wondered what more of Sabrina he'd see over the unfolding week at home. He yearned to see her again.
Hours later she still seemed content to just stay in her room, and Junior, at a loss of how to initiate any more interaction with her, had done the same, studying his texts. His mother still was nowhere to be seen.
It was getting dark by the time he heard a knock on his door. His head shot up from his textbook: "y-yes?"
"It's me again. I'm going to order pizza," Sabrina said outside.
"Oh, cool!" He cringed, already regretting the eagerness in his voice.
"Yeah... well I'll leave some for you in the kitchen, alright?"
"Uh huh. Great. Thanks."
"No problem."
DAY 2
The next morning Monica came home.
"Junior! Junior, you're here?!"
He was on the couch, watching the local news. "Yeah mum."
"Okay! How's it going honey? Is it reading period already?"
"Yeah. I've been here since yesterday."
"Alright honey, alright." She stopped just outside the living room, unsure what to say next. If she'd known he were coming back, she might have arranged for there to be less occupants in her house.
"I met Sabrina."
Monica seemed to fluster a bit, as he suspected she would. "Oh, you two have met! Okay!"
