Jeff awoke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on his door. With a yawn, he groggily adjusted himself a bit upright in bed and moaned out "It's unlocked" to whoever was knocking. The door opened with a creak that made the boy wince a bit. His vision was still feeling a little bit blurry from sleeping so he pressed the balls of his palms to his eyes to rub that sleep out of them. He blinked a bit as he looked up at his door.
Standing in the door was Gloria, his mothe-... I mean stepmother. His eyes practically bulged out a bit when he saw what she looked like. Just like he'd plugged into the Chronivac, she sported the body of the ideal milf Jeff had always fantasized about. She had the doughy, matronly stomach, she had the hefty, child-rearing hips, and she had the heaving, milky breasts. Her face looked as sultry as a supermodel, or more accurately a porno actress. Her thick, pillowy lips looked like they were designed for sucking dicks of every last drop of jizz they had, but they also looked like they'd give the biggest, sloppiest kisses. Even without mascara her eyelashes were long and luscious, flapping like little black butterfly wings whenever she blinked. Her hair was a deep, rich brunette color, extremely voluminous and silky, and done up in a stepford style updo. Jeff got the impression that it'd reach past her shoulders if she let it down. Of course, his eyes bulged out a bit more when he realized what she was wearing... or more accurately what she wasn't wearing. She was buck naked save for a lacy, baby blue apron that served to preserve some of her modesty. Jeff could see the edges of her nipples poking out from the side of the apron.
"Good morning, Jeff dear," Gloria greeted her stepson sweetly. Her voice was like honey for the ears. "Did you sleep well last night?" Jeff snapped himself out of his enamored trance and spluttered out a response.
"B-uh... uhhhhhhh yeah," he said, "Yeah, it was good."
"That's good to hear, sweetheart," Gloria smiled, "I noticed you'd slept in a bit, I'm guessing since it's Saturday today, so I decided to surprise you with breakfast in bed!" She produced a tray loaded with lots of delectable looking food. A fancy omelet with wild mushrooms and gruyere cheese, sausages that were vaguely penis shaped, a bowl of sliced strawberries and watermelon balls, and a tall glass of milk. "I'm gonna go tidy up the kitchen a bit, so just bring me the dishes when you finish." She turned to leave, sashaying her hips as she walked. Jeff got an eyeful of her fat butt jiggling sexily as she swayed. His dick pitched a tent under his bedsheets.
The boy dug into his breakfast like it was the first time he'd seen food after being stranded in the desert for two days. The eggs were soft and the cheese was gooey. He didn't much care for mushrooms, but Gloria did go out of her way to make him this omelet so he swallowed every last crumb. The sausages were crisp on the outside and juicy on the inside. He admit that their shape was a bit funny, for an obvious pun, but he didn't mind as sausage was his favorite breakfast food. The fruit salad was polished of in less than a couple minutes. The milk was rich and creamy, but it certainly didn't strike him as cow's milk. Don't get him wrong, it still tasted delicious, but it tasted off in a way he couldn't quite pinpoint.
He finished eating and pulled himself out of bed. He quickly pulled on a pair of boxer shorts as he looked himself up and down in the mirror. His body was more or less as casually sexy as he'd punched into the Chronivac. Slight, wiry muscle. Cleanly shaven below the neck. A dick that was big enough to form a noticeable bulge in his boxers. What he wasn't expecting was for his hair to have grown out so that the bangs hung almost over his eyes like a curtain. Not that he particularly minded, he supposed. He could always schedule a haircut or better yet adjust his personal settings on the Chronivac. With a stretch, he grabbed his dishes and walked out to the kitchen.