1: A Rough Landing

A Rough Landing

There were multiple flashes of light running through my mind, each one containing a memory of some sort, albeit not clearly visible or audible. It resembled a wordless slideshow that depicted a dimly lit room with an obscure shadow of a woman. Her eye-catching figure, along with the wheel of fortune that she was leaning on caught my attention, but it wasn't long before the image was thrown to the side only to be replaced by another.0

The mysterious woman's hand was inside of my chest, which oddly enough, was causing an otherworldly glow to occur within the point of entry. As I stared at it in confusion, it didn't trigger any kind of phantom pain, so it must've not hurt when she did it. Either that, or my memory is just completely fucked.

For whatever reason, the slideshow of vague memories was suddenly cut short, most likely caused by something from outside of this weird dreamscape that I was in.

I didn't even have enough time to let out an exasperated sigh before I got pulled back into the world of the living.

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The wind rushing past my face forced my eyes to open, the luminescent night sky filling my blurred vision, and the realization slowly dawned on me as I felt my body descend like an anchor.

I somehow ended up unconscious, falling from the sky, and my face couldn't help but cringe at the situation that I was put in.

While a small part of me knew this had to be for some kind of purpose, the majority of my reasonable thinking had already been thrown out the window.

My thoughts settled on a simple question before the inevitable plummet to my death, which unintentionally came out of my mouth.

"... Why me?"

The landing was exactly what you would've expected, rough.

My head hit the ground first, and then came the rest of my body, which created a decent sized crater a few feet deep. My body continued to drag along the ground due to the momentum built up from falling at such a great height.

The sounds of frightened birds and other creatures running away from my general area was distinct as I did flips and turns, my eyes closed shut the entire time.

I finally skidded to an abrupt halt when my back slammed into a tree and nearly uprooted it with the force of my unplanned arrival.

Silence followed after everything calmed down, my eyes reluctantly opening back up to question whether or not I was dead. Miraculously, it appeared that I didn't even have a scratch on me after everything that just occurred.

I stared down at my body in contemplation, occasionally checking if any of my bones were actually broken, or if I was hallucinating because I truly was dead and hadn't realized it.

Am I in denial about my own death, even though I expected it to happen when my body hit the ground? That could be the case.

If it isn't, then how did I survive such a fall?

I stayed in this position for a while longer before accepting the ridiculous idea that luck was on my side this time around. Dusting off the dirt from my ragged clothes, I began to walk in a random direction, hoping to find civilization in order to get some help.

My feet dragged across the ground, a new thought beginning to slither it's way into my mind, persistent on haunting me for years to come.

Am I even human?

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The birds chirp to signify a new day as the sun beams down on me through my window. I tiredly reach up to rub my sleepy eyes and sit up in bed before going through my morning routine as if I was in a trance.

Twenty minutes later and I walk out of the bathroom wearing a white t-shirt, red and black shorts, along with a pair of white shoes. I throw my dirty clothes into the laundry hamper and exit my bedroom, traveling down the stairs and into the dining room where two people patiently wait for me.

My mood soured for a couple seconds when my mind decided to remind me that school was supposed to start today, but I squashed the negative emotion bubbling up before I turned the corner, fixing my facial features to display a sleepy kid that just woke up.

The first one was an older man with short white hair and brown eyes, dressed in a red flannel, followed by dark blue jeans that already had signs of wear and tear. They clearly went through a lot when he was at work, which wasn't a surprise. I couldn't see his footwear but it was most likely a pair of brown boots.

A workaholic that got lucky enough to get a smoking hot wife.

His name is David Luca. He isn't very sociable.

The second person in the room was a beautiful woman, albeit she was a bit older as well. Short black hair and brown eyes accompanying her pretty face, a long sleeve purple collared shirt over light blue jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and a pair of black shoes covered her feet.

I've had a crush on this woman ever since I met her, which makes it sort of awkward because of how she's turned into the mother figure of my new life.

Her name is Esther Luca. A sexy housewife.

This is the family that took me in three years ago.

Well, truthfully speaking, it was actually Esther's idea to take me in. Either way, I don't blame the man for not wanting to do it at first, considering how I've come to understand him as a person. He doesn't like being around other people and he really only listens to his wife, but even that isn't all the time.

I remember telling them I had amnesia, which was sort of the truth, since I couldn't remember shit from my past. Even now, I still find it difficult to try and recall anything from back then.

Enough of that, it was time to eat.

"Hey, did you two sleep well?" I asked, my voice still holding a tinge of early morning drowsiness.

Esther couldn't help but allow a smile to possess her face as she stared at me, her eyes containing an adoration for the son she always wanted, which warmed my heart. She hummed an affirmative, passing by me with a kiss on the cheek.

My eyes were drawn to her backside as she went into the kitchen, but I quickly corrected myself in order to not get caught by David for checking out his wife.

Luckily for me, his attention was solely focused on the newspaper that he was reading.

His eyes never left it as he spoke. "Yup, slept like a baby."

Sitting down at the table, Esther finally came back into the dining room with the food on a tray, which smelled absolutely delicious.

She came to my side of the table and bent over in front of me, loading my plate up with enough food for two, but I wasn't focused on that.

Those tight pants wrapped around her curves so wonderfully, the urge to smack her ass increased the more I stared at it. Fortunately, I was able to hold myself back from doing that, and so I settled for resting my hand on her inner thigh. I thought I might've gone too far when she slightly jumped at my touch but relief filled me when she looked back at me with a familiar smile.

Ever since I've become the new member of this family, Esther has become an extremely supportive and loving mother figure for me, and part of that is probably because she's always wanted a child. So, it's not really uncommon for the two of us to show each other physical affection.

Also, it's pretty easy to get away with certain things when you have a mother who's eager for her son to accept or return her love.

...I wonder how she would react if I asked her to breastfeed me.

I began to lightly rub her inner thigh with my thumb, albeit very slowly, and she didn't appear to give any kind of negative reaction towards it.

"Do you like that, mom?" I whisper low enough to where only she can hear, and she squirms a bit at how close my thumb is to something else, but she doesn't say anything about it.

"Y-Yes... I like it, Dante." She murmured, a similar decrease in volume when she spoke.

I added a bit more pressure to the thumb that I was using to rub her inner thigh before stopping, causing her to squirm a little bit more. I've noticed how excited she becomes when I show affection, which is always fun to watch when she gives a reaction like this.

Our intimacy as mother and son must be exciting to her in a different kind of way. I always suspected that she had some type of kink, but it's never seemed so obvious until now. The way her eyes were looking at me sort of confirmed that, which only got a smile out of me that caused her cheeks to turn a rosy pink color.

Straightening herself back up, she slowly walked over to David's side of the table in order to hand him the tray of food. My eyes were latched onto her juicy derrière, the fabric of her skin-tight jeans trying their best to hold on for dear life.

Letting out a quiet sigh, I began to dig into my delicious meal, occasionally joining in on the conversation that the two of them were having. Aside from that, I kept to myself and quickly finished up before giving Esther a tight hug, letting her know that I was leaving.

A wave of uncertainty hits me in the chest when I think about Rowan High School, and one of my hands unconsciously tightens around the strap of my black backpack while the other is tucked away in a pocket.

Unfortunately, the friends I had should be gone now, considering that most of them were seniors. I'm not sure why the majority of my friends were older and usually in a higher grade than me, but I didn't mind it. Now that I'm a senior, I guess it's my turn to look out for the people under me.

Also, I'd usually participate in some kind of sport every year, but I don't know if I want to do that this time around. Most of the teachers should be familiar with me so maybe I could try relaxing a bit more, especially since the school work has always been so easy for me.

Yeah, that sounds good.

I was patiently waiting at a bus stop, watching as it pulled up and stopped in front of me. The door opened and a slightly overweight man waved at me to hop in. I walked to the back and sat down next to a window, admiring the nice view as the bus took off shortly after.

I couldn't help but feel as if this year was going to be different somehow.

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