“Mom, I’m home” I yelled as I walked in the door having just gotten home from a long and boring day at school, dropping my backpack on the floor as was my usual routine, and headed for the fridge.

“Mom?” No answer, which normally meant she was either out, or in a part of the house where she couldn’t hear me, so after grabbing a soda from the fridge, I proceeded to search the house to find her. After searching the house from top to bottom, checking both inside and out back by the pool and hot tub, I determined that she must have gone out, so I returned to the kitchen to fix myself a snack before going to hop in the shower after a long and hard soccer practice. I’m somewhat athletic, but not exactly what you would call the typical athlete, but that’s not to say I’m out of shape, for a 17 year old at about 5’10” and weighing in at a 160lbs şişli escort or so, my sandy blonde hair hanging just short of the bottom of my ears only helped to contrast my dark blue eyes that girls say you can look into and forget where you came in. But right now, starving and not knowing when my mother would return, I dove into the fridge in hopes of fixing myself a snack capable of satisfying my hunger. At that moment the front door opened

“Steve honey I’m….. oh, there you are.” My mom said as she struggled in the door, her slender, curvy body struggling with two unmarked bags under her arms, realizing that I was closer to where she was then she had expected. My mom, Stacy, is quiet the attractive woman for 31, showed no signs of her age what so ever, her hips still had the curve to them that they escort ankara had in photos I had seen of her from the past, her breasts were ample and firm, sizing up just larger then handfuls, don’t ask me about size, but I’d say about a C cup, on her perfect 5’9″ frame, she’s quite beautiful and gets her share of dates, but doesn’t go out much, why that is I don’t know, her and I share the same color hair, but hers is longer then mine, hanging down past her shoulders by a few inches, usually she just lets it hang free like that, today being no exception.

“What’s in the bags?” I asked, craning my neck to try to look into them

“Nothing that would concern you young man” She stated, we both fully well knew that I was aware that inside those bags were gifts she had bought for my upcoming birthday, but I was unable to tell what was ankara escor inside them.

“I hope your not ruining your dinner by filling up on junk food, you know very well that dinner is at five o’clock, same as always.” Glancing at the clock I noticed that it was quarter to.

“But mom, I didn’t know when you’d be home and I’m starrrrrving” drawing out the last word to make it seem desperate.

“No buts about it, you put that food back in the fridge and go do your homework, dinner will be ready shortly” She retorted

“Alright mom, but I’m gonna grab a shower first, Coach Smith worked us like dogs today at Soccer practice, says it’s to get us ready for the big tournament in two weeks”

“Fine then, off you go while I put the groceries away” she said calmly, as if we both actually believed that those bags contained food. I wandered out of the kitchen waiting to see if she would make like she was actually putting away groceries just to make her story more believable, she just stood there watching me, waiting for me to leave, trying to hide the smile growing on her face.