This is a parody story, no characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.
All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.
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Despite there only being a couple of weeks left before summer break, school was not in session Tuesday morning. The teachers union was using up the last two planning days on the calendar Tuesday or Wednesday.
Steve Smith woke up to a nearly empty house. Only Haley was home, having arrived sometime late in the night from another rock festival. Roger the alien had been gone for several days on one of his wacky exploits. Stan was still in Afghanistan, and Francine had left a note saying she was on yet another antiques trip to Pennsylvania.
"I still can't believe Mom let me watch her shave her pussy last night." Steve thought to himself before quickly whacking off to the surreal images of the night before.
After finishing the deed and cleaning up, Steve downed a couple of bowls of Captain Crunch cereal and left out of the house for a long walk to the neighborhood comic book store with a cheerful skip to his step.
Half an hour later Steve reached his destination, "The Fantasy Realm" collectibles store. After greeting the store owner, Steve heard an enthusiastic greeting from the back end of the store.
"Hey Steve-O.!"
Steve looked around to see Clint Speed, Pearl Baily High School's all-time leading wide receiver, recent Penn State scholarship signees, and one of Steve's cool new senior friends.
"Oh, Hey Clint." Steve called out as he walked to the back of the store.
"How's it hangin'?" Clint greeted the younger teen, offering a quickly accepted fist bump.
"Great Clint. How about you?" Steve asked, trying to appear comfortable talking to an A list student, even though he was nervous.
"Hangin' great." The older boy added with a laugh and a grab at his crotch. "Just waitin' for school to come to a close."
Clint quickly came straight to his point. "So Steve, ol buddy. Got any more photos of that hot Mom of yours on that cell phone?"
"Naw." Steve respond with a bit of regret that he was letting down his new friend.
"Too bad." The older teen muttered.
"Wait. I just remembered. I don't have a new one, but my Mom has a new one on her phone. Would you want to see that sometime?" Steve smiled, suddenly recalling last night's quickie full frontal nude shot on his mom's phone.
"Hellz Yeah!" Clint piped up eagerly, grabbing Steve's hand in a soul grip and pulling him in for a man hug. "You are the man. I'm looking forward to seeing more of your Mom, Steve." He called out, slapping Steve on the back and heading for the exit. "Text me when you have it."
Steve gathered himself and saw the comic book store owner looking at him with a strange expression of disbelief. "Hee hee. My buddy...Clint Speed." He said as he went back to looking at comics.
He had been thumbing through various comics for ten minutes when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. As he looked to see who was calling, the screen read 'Haley's Cell'. 'What the hell does she want?' he thought, before deciding to send it straight to voicemail. Soon he was totally engrossed in the latest issues and forgot all about his sister calling.
As he left the store nearly an hour later, almost out of habit Steve pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to play games on the walk home. There looking back at him on the screen was a message telling him that he had a new text message as well as a voicemail message. Remembering that his sister had called earlier, he assumed that she left him the voice mail message. "What the hell is so important she is texting and calling me?" he grumbled. With one quick push of a button his text message box opened.
"Oh, it was Mom texting me; with some photo attachments." He beamed, quickly recalling the sexy photo she had sent him yesterday. "Wait. This message was for Dad." He read the message. 'Stan - Hope these help hold you over until you return. XOXO.' Remembering what the last mis-sent text message to his father contained, Steve quickly opened the attachments.
"Wow. I bet Clint would love to see these." He muttered. As he stood stunned, Steve Smith saw a series of five steamy photos of his sexy blonde mom. These were not merely posed nude images. No, these were X-rated and pornographic selfies by anyone's definition.
They started with a shot of Francine from the top of her head to her knees, holding her cell phone and smiling beautifully while facing her mirror; completely naked. For the next photo Francine had pulled her big left tit to her mouth and was sucking on her own nipple while staring at her image in her mirror, her breast overflowing her hand.
The next image showed the horny MILF lying on her back on her bed, her opened legs facing her mirror while her left knee pointed straight up. Her freshly shaved pussy appeared wet. The fourth photo showed her in the same pose, but this time with the middle finger of her left hand buried in her pussy to the hilt. The final photo showed her with that same finger buried in her mouth, her cheeks sucking noticeably inwards.
Steve was stunned. "How does she send pictures like that to the wrong person twice in a week? I wonder if she would send me something like that if I asked? I mean, she did send me the one yesterday wearing that see through top."
Shaking off the wooziness from seeing his mother in the text message attachment's he opened his voicemail to retrieve the message. What Steve heard stopped him once more in his tracks.
The next thing Steve knew he was listening to his nineteen year old sister's voice "Since you were so strong and forceful when you told me you wanted me to do this, here is a sexy voicemail just for you. Wow I'm really nervous. I've never made an obscene phone call before...I just hope you like this Jeff."
This would not be the first time that Steve had gotten a message from Haley that was actually for her longtime boyfriend Jeff Fischer. Haley sometimes doesn't pay a lot of attention to whose name she pushes on her contact list, and apparently both of Steve and Jeff's voicemails just read off their phone numbers so it's hard to tell if you have the correct number or not.
After Steve heard that the message was for Jeff he was about to push the delete button, but curiosity got the best of him. "Maybe she will say something that I can get over on her.
