Thread: Too Much of a Resemblance

CountofTuscany said Alexander was in his room using his hands to give his beloved girl a screaming orgasm. Her curves were ideal, her hairs golden, and she screamed like no other. This was a hectic situation, anybody would know of their secret meeting. Sweat would drip, this type of lust could only be considered sin. Suddenly a scream was heard over the locked door to their secret meeting where someone, a women, yelled, Hey Alex! Turn your guitar down!. Alex smiled as he took his hands off his guitar, to let the rare gold colored strings ring for one last time, before setting down the volume. He smirked, it always got into everyone's nerves, he even wondered how many times that's been said to him today. Sometimes his mother would argue and he would never know. It was as if the music wrapped him into his own bubble. He loved to play, nearly as much as he loved other things. He hummed and bent down to hit the volume on the amp. He turned it so the music would not leave his room where he played every single day. He stood up and pressed the pedal to make a long chorus psychedelic effect. He played a chord, and let it ring for a few second before playing slowly and letting all of his feelings through. He was a tall man, around 6'02. He was muscular too, do to being in the football team. He was your atypical quarter back. Not really known throughout the school, he preferred to have a few close friends that were into the things he was, like music. He had short dirty blonde hair, and a pair of piercing blue eyes. His smile would make women melt, and his attitude tended to do the same whenever he let it. Alex was now wearing a tight green sweater under a plain white t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts that passed his knees, with a pair of white sneakers with hot green laces. Alex set the guitar aside for one moment, letting it rest over his bed. His eyes sparkled as it replied to him the rays of the sun the it receive. He smiled widely and finally opened the door to his room. He was hungry and wanted something to eat. He had been up all morning playing his beloved, and now it was time for some breakfast. He walked downstairs towards the kitchen where he expected his mother would be. His mother was a single women, who was still in love with Alex's father. She hadn't been with any other man, and Alex was growing to become ever so identical to his father. Alex had noticed his mom acting a little strange lately, but did not pay much more attention to it. Click to expand... Kate stood at the bottom of the stairs yelling for her son, Alex to turn his guitar amp down. She sighed as heard the playing stop, she heard it start back up again a few moments later but at a much more bearable volume this time. She returned to the kitchen where she was cooking a late breakfast for she and her son, it was a Saturday morning so she had taken a lie-in but was disturbed by her son's playing. She wouldn't discourage him from playing, his love for music was yet another quality he shared with his father, but she just wished he didn't have to play it so loud, so early in the morning. Kate was 37 years old and was 5'8 tall. She had beautiful long golden blonde hair which flowed down to her waist when she wore it down. She had bright blue eyes which lit up even brighter when she smiled, which was a rare sight these days. Kate had a large big-boned frame, with wide curvy hips and a big round ass, she had always been big and had never cared to try and lose weight. Her heavy 36 DD breasts where in perfect proportion to the rest of her body and didn't appear over-sized like they could on some women. Kate had lived in this same little suburban house with her son since he was born. Alex's father, Aaron was in a band and Kate had met him at a gig he was playing, and had fallen for him like no guy she had before or since. They had dated for only a few months before Kate fell pregnant with Alex. Aaron was nowhere near mature enough to handle being a father but Kate was determined it would work and they would be a happy family. Aaron stuck it out for just over a year before he disappeared, Kate never heard from him again. She was heartbroken, she had never loved anybody like him and could never bring herself to fully get over him. She focused on raising her son, always praying that one day he would return. As Alex grew up he started to resemble Aaron in many ways and from an early age too. His looks, his personality, his interests, he was the perfect image of his father. Kate had always had a close relationship with Alex, he had been the only man in her life for the best part of two decades now. Kate was dressed in only her pink bathrobe, she always took care of breakfast before anything else in a morning.Good morning, sweetie Kate said as Alex entered the kitchen, she stood with her back to him and tossed some bacon over as it sizzled in the frying pan. Breakfast won't be long