Chapter 3- Anti-Depression Medication
My room was dark as the door opened just a crack. I was not asleep. I was listening to my music. I had headphones on so I wouldn't disturb the rest of the family. A family that consists of my dad. He is out of town working, or so he told Mom. He is always working. It is true, but I also know it's more than that. He has a second family. I know this because I caught him with them once completely by chance. I was walking a friend home on the other side of town when I saw him pull up to this house and go inside like he owned the place. I asked my friend who lived in the area about it, and he told me about the family. The man, my father. The wife, a stunning MILF every man and boy over the age of twelve in the neighborhood wanted to fuck. And his three daughters were all gorgeous girls who rivaled their mother in beauty. Most of the men and boys in the neighborhood wanted to fuck them as well.
I feel bad for Mom. I don't think she knows about Dad's other family, and I haven't the heart to tell her. So, I guess I'm a scumbag too, just like my father. The especially sad thing is that mom is drop-dead gorgeous, though she is more than a little naive and dumb. I don't say this to be mean, god knows I love her more than any other woman on earth. I accept her the way she is. With all of her charms and faults, one of her faults is that she is not the brightest bulb in the room. In any room. She's not alone, though. My two older sisters are no brighter.
Another issue with Mom is that she has always battled severe depression. When Dad was around, she was fine; she was happy. However, now Dad is gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time, and Mom has slipped further and further down a depressive rabbit hole. To add insult to injury, Mom is also extremely allergic to almost all pharmaceutical medications. The worst part is that my older sisters have also recently shown signs of not only mom's allergies but also severe depression.
I saw my door open, and I turned off my music and waited. The door stayed cracked for several seconds. It wavered, swinging a little wider and then almost closing several times. I could tell that the person on the other side was hesitating. Eventually, the door did swing open, and a dark silhouette slipped into my room. The silhouette closed my door and quietly locked it.
Reaching over, I set my phone and headphones on my nightstand and then turned on my lamp. With a click-click, my room was filled with a soft, warm light that revealed my naked mother standing in the middle of my room. She was as beautiful as a goddess. However, her expression was sad and timid. I didn't know until today that Dad hadn't had relations with Mom for years.
Mom stood before me like a frightened deer caught in a car's headlights. She was 5-feet 5-inches tall. Her chest and beautifully sculpted, amazingly perky B-cup breasts started to tremble and heave as she panicked. She was so slim up top. Slim of shoulder. Slim of arm. She had a slim rib cage that V'd to a truly waspish natural waist before sweeping out to incredibly broad hips, wonderfully thick and curvesome legs, and a large round butt shaped like an upside down heart from the back and a very capital-C in profile. Mom had naturally dark, coppery skin. She had natural platinum hair, cut short in a chin-length pompadour in much the same style the singer "Pink" has always worn and made popular. Her eyebrows are well sculpted, her eyelashes are long and thick, and both are as platinum as her hair. Her eyes are an amazing amber color, though I guess, technically, they're brown. Lastly, in the face, Mom looks like a young "Kate Beckinsale" in the early 2000s before she aged and had work done.
Mom may not be the brightest, but she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Standing before me the way she was, I was now a witness to her countless hours of self-care and maintenance proven by her profoundly spectacular body. She was in the best shape of her life at forty-two. She may have had three kids, but she didn't have one stretch mark to prove it, and her slim, shapely belly, undulating in panic, was absolutely virginal.
"Mom," I said in a calm, soothing voice, "Mom, it's okay. We're only following Doctor Olivia's prescribed orders."
"Are you sure, honey?" Mom asked, "I don't want to do this if it will hurt you. I don't want you to resent me or hate me."
"I don't resent you, Mom, or hate you," I reassured her and then waved for her to come to bed, "I love you, Mom, more than anyone. I will do whatever you need me to do. Anything."
"Anything?" Mom asked as she slowly made her way to the side of my bed.
I pulled back the covers to reveal that not only was I naked, but I was massively turned on as well. My dick whipped up and stood flagstaff straight in the air. Mom saw it, and her first reaction was to look away.
"Come on, Mom," I said softly, "Just lie with me. If you don't want to do more, that's fine."
"I have to do more than that, though," Mom moaned as she climbed into bed, "Or I won't get better."
"That's true, Mom," I agreed, "You won't, but we can take it slow. I will only do what you want me to, nothing more."
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Earlier in the day-
"Hello," I said to the receptionist at my high school, "This is Christopher Collins."
"Yes, Chris," Heather Daily purred on the other side of the phone, "What can I do for you today?"
Heather Daily is a twenty-five-year-old woman recently hired as a receptionist at my high school. She is 5-foot 9-inches tall with long brown hair, hazel-green-brown eyes, and a face like Scarlett Johansson. Her body, however, is purely pornographic. She has an hourglass figure with massive G-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and a big round bottom that rivals my mom's ass for bounteous perfection, and that is saying something.
"I was just calling to notify you that I will not be in attendance today," I declared.
"Awww, and I was so looking forward to your usual flirting during lunch," Heather said in a low whisper, "What's going on? Are you sick?"
"No," I chuckled.
I usually spent my lunch hour flirting with Heather as best I could. I am no smooth talker, but she seems to like my attention.
"Actually," I explained, "My mother has a doctor's appointment and doesn't like to drive. My sisters are working today, so that just leaves me."
