Story 1 - The Graduation Present

That hell called high school’s finally over and I’ve got a full academic ride to anywhere I wish, which I’ve chosen a university close to where my parents live. Not because I care about this town of ignorance, but because my parents can’t afford to spend a lot. Room and board isn’t included with the scholarship. It’s not a bad university, but not a great one either.

My twin sister, Donna, is out partying with her friends and won’t be back until sometime tomorrow to get the last of her things before moving out with her friends while I sit on my bed reading. I know my parents wish I were a little more outgoing, but that’s never been me. I’m the one who’s never been invited to dances and parties, always sat alone reading in the cafeteria, and never gotten picked first for anything dealing with any kind of athleticism. Considering just how poorly I play any sport, I’d pick me last, too.

There’s a soft knock on the door, which causes me to thumb my place and hear my father’s voice. “Can I come in, Mark?”

I put the bookmark in place of my thumb and set the book aside. “Come on in, dad.”

The door opens, and he looks at me with a smile. “Congratulations, Mark. I know it wasn’t always easy, but it is a brighter future than the past.”

I nod with a slight smile since that’s a good way of putting it. “Thanks, Dad.”

His smile grows as he speaks in an odd tone I’ve never heard before. “Your mother has something special for you in our bedroom. Best not to keep her waiting.”

It’s such an odd thing since neither Donna nor I have ever been allowed in their bedroom, but I don’t mention anything like that. “I won’t, dad.”

I expect him to join me as I leave my room and head to their bedroom, but I’m walking alone. Their bedroom door’s wide open as I catch a scent I can’t quite recognize but do find it pleasant. Seeing my mother standing in front of her bed naked was the last thing I expected to see, and I had no idea where to focus my eyes since I didn’t want her to know what I was trying to see.

My mother’s voice sounds playful, which is really strange. “Look at my face, Mark.”

I look into her blue eyes as I start to flush, and I can just make out the blonde hair since I can’t seem to focus much beyond her eyes at the moment. I’ve never actually taken the time to look at them. They’re stunning beneath her bronze flesh. A few strands of blonde fall across them, which causes her to bring up a narrow finger to press it back.

Her voice remains playful as I see the corners of her lips rise. “I’d ask if you like my body, but you haven’t seen much of it yet. Go ahead and take a good look at the front. Maybe we’ll get to the back later.”

I’m blushing as I look down at her narrow neck to see her slender shoulders. I take in her breasts and see the lines of age before settling on her hard nipples. They have a wonderful shade of brown, which contrasts quite pleasantly with her bronze flesh.