Misc. Erotica Mommy’s College Prep

I was worried that I would be awkward around my mom the next day, but the opposite was the case strangely. I usually avoid my stepmom around the house, just like I avoid my sister, but for entirely different reasons. I avoid my stepmom because I don’t want to be noticed staring at her or freezing up under her enchanting eyes.

My sister, I avoid because she is a royal cunt. Like a massive, massive bitch, to me, at least. She has a lot of friends and was always super popular and outgoing in high school. For some reason, she resented even the small amounts of attention I might get.

When I was a sophomore, I grew about seven inches that year and, as a result, lost a lot of weight and for the first time in my school life, was getting attention from girls. When my sister heard her senior friends were checking me out, she told them all that I was gay. No one told me, of course, but the rumor spread around school. Rachel graduated at the end of the year, but I had to deal with it for another two. Like I said, she is a cunt, and I try to avoid her.

On Sundays, avoiding my sister is impossible, or at least it is if I’m around the house. She has a set hang out with a bunch of her girlfriends where they drink margaritas, or mimosas, or mojitos, or whatever fruity cocktail they’re all into, while hangout by the pool and talking shit all afternoon.

Sundays were usually my D&D day, but with my friends on vacation, I didn’t have anywhere to go. I was locked in my room, trying to ignore the shrieks and laughter of my sister and her friends, when a familiar knock came at the door. Smiling, I shouted her to open it. My stepmom peeked in and glanced around the room.

“Nice job cleaning,” her sarcasm was apparent because my room was even more of a mess than the day before, “Come on, the new Joker movie is in theatres, and I love that actor.”

“You want to go see Joker?” I asked, surprised, and amused.

“You want to stay here?” Mom asked, wincing at a particularly loud shriek from one of the girls and an even louder, “Oh My God That Bitch!” from another.

“No,” I said, firmly shaking my head. Grabbing my coat, I gingerly made my way across the room and followed her out to the car. “I really want to see the movie, but figured I’d just wait till it comes out on a streaming service.”

“Kids nowadays are so screwed up,” she said as she pulled the Range Rover out of the garage and flipped on the stereo playing an older rock band.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“A small screen in your bedroom, wearing headphones will never equal the quality you can get from being in the theatre. I have a friend who is a sound engineer, and she had been…”

My stepmom went on and on as we drove to the theatre, the two of us having a good-natured debate. We each had gotten our own soda but were sharing a bucket of popcorn, and as our hands brushed one another, the theatre now dark, I felt a nervous anxiety for the first time. I suddenly realized that the entire morning and our whole car ride here, I had never been nervous, hadn’t once felt anxiety creeping its nasty claws into my brain. There was a warm flood of emotion that swept through me, and I felt myself smiling, feeling comfortable beside a beautiful woman for perhaps the first time in my life. The perfect frame of mind to watch a movie about a sociopathic comic book villain.

We left the movie theatre and couldn’t stop talking about the movie. It was excellent, far better than some of the latest DC movies. When we got home, Rachel and her friends had taken off, and mom and I were able to have a nice relaxing meal. I went up to my room, with her reminding me that the tutor would be coming by the next day in the morning.

I slept in late and gave a start when I looked at my phone and saw it was already 11:00 am. I hopped out of bed and ran down the hall to shower and brush my teeth. I was slipping out of the bathroom and heading to my room with a towel around my waist when my mom came into the hall, she gave a start at the sight of me nearly naked, and I saw her eyes travel down my torso, taking a long glance at my cock as it pressed against the towel.

“I just wanted to say,” Mom said a little breathless, “good luck with the studying today. I will be playing tennis with the girls, just make sure Liz gets the check, it's sitting on the counter.”

“Ok,” I said as I passed her in the hall.

The smell of her nearly made me shiver in desire. There is something so wonderful about a beautiful woman who smells good. Mom rarely wore perfume, her hair so thick and lustrous always smelled of flowers and spices from her expensive shampoos, and that’s the scent that caused me to turn back, glancing at her again. I caught her staring at my ass as I walked by, and I worried there was a mark on the towel or something.

But I saw her look of sincere regard, and I felt an unfamiliar feeling of elation at being checked out. She saw me catch her looking, and her cheeks grew red, and without a word, she whirled and practically ran down the stairs and out of the house.

I was dressed and pouring myself a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I went and opened it only to be confronted by a storm of nerves and anxiety. Standing in the door, her face bright and cheerful and sporting a big grin was a tiny and adorable young Asian woman. She had a cherubic face, glasses with thick black frames, and her black hair was cut into a bob angled down from the back of her head. Her eyes were light brown, and she practically bounced on her toes in excitement.

“Jake?” She asked.

“Yea,” I said nervously, opening the door all the way, “You’re Liz?”

“Yes,” she said, looking me up and down, “Your mom mentioned you were handsome, but she didn’t tell me you were a stud!” I grew alarmed and looked down at myself in confusion.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Not quite as bright as she said, though,” the young woman said as she pushed her way into the house, smiling to herself at the joke.

“Sounds like she was messing with you,” I said, not really believing myself because that didn’t sound like mom at all. I lead her over to the kitchen table, and she dropped her backpack on a chair and began pulling out textbooks.

“Your mom said you will be pre-med at Stanford in the fall?” Liz asked as she pulled out a notepad, and I drew up a chair.

“That’s the plan,” I said, my voice glum and resigned.

“Not that excited for the major?” She asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“It’s my stepmoms idea,” I said glumly, “whatever, not like there is anything I had my heart set on studying anyway.”

“Don’t worry dude,” she said smiling and shaking her head, “it’s a lot of work in the first two years of undergrad, and then studying for your MCAT’s will be a bitch, and the first year of Medical School is fucking brutal,” I was shaking my head at her litany of ills, was this a pep talk?

“But don’t worry, it's totally worth it when you get to treat your first patient.”

“Yea?” I asked. I hadn’t thought about practicing medicine, only the work of studying it.

“There is nothing like it,” she said, smiling confidently, “my first patient was a girl of seven who had a pea stuck in her eardrum.”

“Ouch,” I said, “my sister had a piece of corn stuck in her nose as a kid,” I laughed and winced at the memory, “she screamed like mur*er till it was removed.”

“The girl I had was the same,” her smile grew fond as she relived the memories, “She was wiggling, screaming and crying. But once I got a hold and drew it out with the tweezers, she finally relaxed, the pain was gone. I’d done that.” She said, looking at me with a fierce intensity, I found very alluring. “With the knowledge I’d gained, I was able to help that girl and remove her pain.”

“That’s really cool,” I said, completely serious.

“I know,” Liz said with a smile, “Now, are you ready to get to work?” She asked me, looking up over the frames of her glasses to give me a stern stare.

“I guess so,” I said, picking up a pen and the notebook.

“You can’t guess so, dude,” Liz said, and she leaned back and crossed her arms, she was so adorable and confident that I found it hard to look at her, instead staring at the pen twirling in my fingers.

“Your mom is paying me a lot of money to see you’re prepared for this. I don’t know you or her very well, but where I come from that kind of money isn’t a joke. If you’re not going to do this and be serious about it, then I don’t see a reason to waste my time coming over here and teaching some kid who doesn’t appreciate my effort. There are others out there,” she gave me a significant look up and down, “kids with less privilege, who would benefit and make something out of what I taught them. You understand me?”

I picked my head up and looked at the young woman truly for the first time. She was adorable, and obviously very bright, the intelligence fairly danced in her eyes. She was also serious, confident, and composed. I found myself drawn to her, to her confidence and self-possession.

The thought of helping people was a new one, and I loved it, but something in me warned that focusing on it might be too self-serving. Here though, was something I could grab onto. This young woman knew who she was, knew her place in the world, and knew her worth, and it was great. I found myself nodding, and when she gave me a look prompting me, I began to speak, slowly at first but gaining confidence.

“You don’t know me,” I shook my head unhappy with how I had started finally I looker her square in the eyes, “I gave my mom my word, I would never break that,” I said as the simple truth it was and Liz’s answering grin was warm and happy.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” she said, and leaning forward, she flipped open the first textbook, “Ok then, let’s start at the beginning with phylum’s…”​