Laura pulled up Stephen's school picture from fourth grade. He'd been a plain boy, in fact he still was. The picture showed him from the shoulders up, with narrow, thin shoulders, head bent over, a very shy smile and shaggy brown hair down to his ears. He wore a red-and-white striped polo.
Laura hit "Enhance" and watched the change in the photo. Young Stephen's head straightened up as his shoulders grew slightly broader. His smile became less shy and his hair formed slight blond undertones and was cut back off his ears.
Laura was impressed, but figured her son could use some more. So she hit the button again. Now Stephen was beaming with confidence, his shoulders broadened a little more, his hair became a short dirty blond, and his skin even looked a little tan. His young face had also become more handsome, and oddly, somewhat more mature.
Laura got excited and hit the button once more. Now she was truly impressed by the changes overtaking this younger version of her son. Stephen's confident smile had become a cocky smirk, and his shoulders were extraordinarily broad for a 10-year-old boy. His hair was completely golden blond and was cut in a minor fade. His skin was well-tanned, and judging from his handsome face she would have pinned him as being closer to 12 or 13 based on how her son had originally matured.
Laura turned off the computer after admiring the young stud on the screen a little longer. She had to see the effect this had had on her real 14-year-old son.
Knocking on his door, she heard a low moan or groan. It sounded...female. Curious, she opened the door. She saw several things that shocked her.
Laura saw two young people standing next to the bed, half-dressed at best, making out and feeling each other up. She thought she recognized the girl: it was Ella Banks, who she thought she recalled Stephen telling her was the most popular girl in the class. And no wonder: at 14 she already sported a pair of DDs barely supported by her black sports bra. She also wore tight panties that showed the contours of her butt.
Her arms were draped around the neck of the boy next to her. He was probably 5'10", but could probably expect a growth spurt to well over 6 feet. His golden blond hair was tousled and his tanned, handsome face gleamed with sweat. His shoulders were broad to accommodate a powerful body: a narrow waist, a washboard set of 8-pack abs, pecs like canteloupes, biceps like grapefruits when tensed. All above a pair of thick and sculpted legs and a hard and large bulge in his tight underwear.
And suddenly Laura realized that this young stud, who was clearly about to have sex with this girl, was her own son Stephen. The boy she knew was shy around girls, this boy seemed like he had experience in pleasuring young women.