Nightmares of Quarantine Ch. 01

Author's Note: Hey I'm jaylake! Some of you may remember this story which was written by me. I'm here to continue this series and write more stories.

Reason for my going: It may sound stupid but what i started as just a fun thing turned very stressful for me that's why i decided to leave. However I also took my stories with me which prolly wasn't a good idea.

If I ever stop writing again, I promise my stories will stay here. Thanks for reading!

IMPORTANT: So as not to waste readers time here is what my stories will and do contain:

Very oblivious milky women, dumb and gullible personalities, Hentai level stupidity, Humour, Netorare, Big proportions (especially boobs)

Read at your own choice

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Hi, I'm Ron, sorry for this lacklustre introduction, but I haven't been very well lately. What has happened in the last few months has been unimaginable to me. Worst of all? The victim is still clueless. Let me start by telling you about myself.

As a nerdy kid with an Asian mother and an American father, I was born to be bullied. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm built like a twig, and my glasses and bony structure don't do much to make me popular with anyone.

I'm good at my studies, though, so that's a plus as if I had a choice. Kids at school make me do their homework for them, so it's not a plus.

This particular story involves just my sweet family. Particularly my Mom and Sis. Although my experiences involving my girlfriend and childhood friend haven't been so great either. But let me tell you about my mom, Even though I am in high school, she treats me like a little kid. Good for me, because she is a masterpiece of God. She looks a lot like AI Kano, a JAV actress. Yes, I compared her to a porn actress, why?

Well, she is a woman who is slim but curvy in all the right places. With 34k jewels on her chest, soft and squishy with a firmness specially given to her, her breasts are the best work. With a height of 5'8″, she looks perfect for her age. She soon had me with my dad; they were high school sweethearts. My dad is damn lucky to have her; she turns heads wherever she goes with every shake of her jiggly body.

She doesn't notice much; she has a fatal flaw; Mom is smoking hot but highly gullible. I'm always worried that someone will steal her from me and Dad.

As any apple doesn't fall far from the tree, my sister, Allie, is the same as her, she certainly has the best of her genes, huge squishy breasts, heavenly thighs and an overall great body.

She was born just one day before me but considers herself the older one. As a result, I have two hot, gullible women doting on me all the time. My life must seem like God's gift to you, but wait until I tell you about the downside of having a hot but stupid family.

It's like I'm cursed to have women with half a brain cell around me. My sister was on her way from her friends in another city when the lockdown happened, so her entry will be a little late in the story, but buckle up, I'm sure you'll find my misery very amusing.

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It was the beginning of 2020, and a new disease was spreading; people called it a pandemic. My mom was scared for our family. My dad, Garry, was out of town most of the time because of his job, so Mom and I were home alone most of the time.

We were not wealthy, but we had enough for what we needed. My mother rarely left the house; she was a homemaker who loved taking care of the family. Sometimes too much. I used to get crushed by her huge breasts when she hugged me. And that's a lot.

When the pandemic came, I was a little happy about it. Well, schools are closing, so, good for me, less bullying. Oh boy, was I wrong?

*

"Ron! Wake up, sweetie! Time for school." My mom yelled.

"Hang on, Mom! Five more minutes." I grumbled from under the covers. I heard a storm of footsteps coming up the stairs and the door was pushed open.

"Ron, baby, it's time for breakfast, you're late."

I saw my mother standing in the doorway. She looked uniquely elegant and beautiful in her skin-tight jeans and blue top, which struggled to keep all the flesh on her chest from spilling out. Her face was small, with rosy lips and brown eyes that complemented her waist-length black hair.

Ahh, a perfect hourglass figure. Who says that only exists in dreams? I woke up immediately and went downstairs for breakfast. Mom was cleaning. Ever since she got sick, she has kept everything spotless, with no chance of a virus anywhere. She watches a lot of news channels; she's not exactly stupid, but very stupid; street smarts are a foreign concept to her.

"Where is Dad?" I asked.

"He left in the morning, he said there's a lot of work to do. I don't understand; he was supposed to take a vacation. For months!" My mother said she was frustrated.

"Mom, he's busy for a good reason; stop worrying so much," I said. I loved that they loved each other so much. I enjoyed my daily dose of cleavage and the milky smooth skin she had when she looked at me.

"Sweetie, you have to take care of yourself for Mommy, okay? We don't want the virus; you know how much I love you, right?" My mom said, blinking those clueless and innocent eyes.

"Huh? Oh yeah yeah, sure. I love you too, Mom," I said, coming out of my daze. "I'm going!" I said, running for the door; my mom came up behind me and took me in her arms. My face was buried in those huge breasts. I kept my hand on her waist. She didn't seem to notice when other people did it. She thought it was just a way to hug.

*

"Watch out, skinny bitch," James yelled as he punched me in the face.

We were in the school bathroom at the back of the school; rarely did anyone come there. My crime for getting hit? My hair looked weird" Yep.

James was standing there, towering me at six feet tall, and I was only five feet tall. He was grinning with one hand around the waist of our school model. Not in my eyes, though; Mom looks much better.

James is a high school bully through and through, but his looks are not typical. He is tall but skinny and somehow looks shorter because of that. I don't know how he gets, girlfriends. Surprisingly, he is not very strong or has muscles like a bodybuilder. But what he is is cunning and a colossal pervert. He likes to take advantage of situations or make them more favourable. He never gets caught.

"Fuck you, James," I said as I stood up. Today was the last day of school before it opened on who knows when. I should give it to him.

I ran at him with all my strength and pushed him into a stall. He was not ready; I could see how easily I pushed him. We both fell hard and his girlfriend screamed. James' head hit the ground and he fell unconscious. Well, that was not expected.

"What the hell are you doing?" We heard a voice from outside. James' girlfriend, Amy, ran away before anyone caught us. I wanted to too, but I couldn't stand up and felt dizzy; after a few seconds, I passed out.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jean; I'll make sure he never does that again; he's a nice boy."

"Yes, I hope you discipline him better; the boy he hit is all right, so I won't drag him any further."

I heard clutter behind the curtains. I was in the infirmary of our school and my head was ringing; then the curtains opened and my mother was visibly upset.

"Mom, I-"

"Not a word, mister; I did not expect this from you." My mom scolded me before I even spoke. What the fuck, James? Hit me first! Then I saw Amy standing in the doorway, so that's how it is.

"You know that poor boy hit his head? He's fine now, so come with me; let's go apologize." Mom said, trying to get me to stand up.

"Mom, but -"

"No buts, we are going to apologize right now." She cut me off again and dragged me in front of her to the bed. James was fine, smiling. That son of a bitch.

He was staring at Mom, his eyes searching for something. Holy shit! I hadn't noticed before, but Mom was wearing a tight tank top and short shorts. Her black bra was visible from the top, the fabric stretching hard to contain her breasts. Her smooth legs and skin were visible through all that... lack of clothing.

"Mom, what are you wearing?" I whispered to her. She looked at me as if I had asked her my name as if it was damn obvious.

"I wear this every day, what's the problem? Are you judging Mom's clothes now?" She said.

She was right; she wore revealing clothes at home. She said they felt comfortable, but that was home; she rarely went out. And I had no problem looking at everything she had. But James? I was not thrilled.

"Now apologize." Mom said.

James looked at me; he knew why we had come. He was busy looking at Mom. He paused for several seconds to stare at her breasts spilling out of her barely-there top.

"I'm sorry," I said. I had no choice; Mom wasn't going to let this go until I did what she said.

"It's okay, bro! We're friends after all; these things happen." James said, grinning at me.

I was stunned, friends? You hit me because of my hair, you dumb fuck! My hair! Well, before I could say anything, my mom walked up to him,

"Are you okay, James? Are you hurt?" Mom asked; she was an angel, eager to help. I liked that about her, but it was far from what I wanted right now.

"No, I feel a little dizzy right now; maybe a hug will fix that?" James said, looking at her innocently, more at her breasts than at her. I knew he was lying, but who would tell Mom? The ever-loving gullible angel.

"Oh, poor boy, come here." She put his head on her breasts; he almost sank into the softness of her tits. He moved his hand down and grabbed her ass. Mom didn't think much of it; she was used to it.

I stood on the sidelines and watched James fondle my beautiful mother. He goes to the forbidden places, damn it. After what seemed like an eternity, they separated.

"You can come to our house for dinner; we owe you that much." Mom offered James; I tried to stop her, but it seemed I was not allowed to speak much. She was too naive and blamed the wrong person.

"Well, if you insist, Mrs. Drew," James said sheepishly.

"Oh, you can call me Susan, I like being the cool mom." Mom smiled at him. I should have known I was in for a life of nightmares from now on.

*

"Thank you, Susan, I couldn't have had better food anywhere," James said, looking at my mother.

"Oh, you like it? Thank you, you can take some home if you want." Mom said.

We were sitting in the kitchen and Mom and James were talking about different things. This guy told Mom he didn't have a 'real' family. Fucking liar, that is partially true, because it was just him and his dad, who mostly stayed out of town.

Mom sat with us, her breasts on the table, too; I noticed James; he checked out my mom's body every chance he got. He better not be thinking anything perverted.

Suddenly we got a call from my dad; Mom picked up her phone.

"Hey honey, ohh... ok, yeah. Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." That was fast.

"What happened, Mom?" I asked; she looked worried. "Dad, is he okay?"

"Yes, he's fine; he said there was a quarantine. We cannot leave our house." Mom said she looked sad, probably because Dad would not be home soon.

"Fuck, this virus is screwing us up; oh, I'm so sorry, Susan, I didn't want to use the F-word," James said. He has been acting like a decent kid since he came into our house, acting like my friend. I told him to fuck off and he acted like I hurt him badly. He got another hug for it; I had to see him touch her for the second time in one day. I have to be careful.

Just then my sister called, she was on her way back from her friends, and it would take around two to three days for her to arrive. I saw James being extremely interested in her too. Is he trying to do something to my family? Will I have to fight it out?

"It's okay, sweetheart, we'll be fine, don't be afraid." Mom comforted us. "You should go home soon, your dad must be worried."

James was silent for a minute as if he was thinking something. "I can't go home Susan, Dad isn't there and because of the quarantine, how am I even supposed to go?" James said.

I don't have a good feeling about this.

"Oh, that's too bad; your dad must be stuck somewhere, too. Can you go to one of your friends?" Mom asked; she was apprehensive about him; ugh.

"No Susan, Ron is my only friend." James smiled sadly. I didn't want to repeat the ordeal, so I remained silent. But in my mind, I was raging, feeling helpless.

"What about Amy?" I said, trying to be intelligent about the situation.

"She went to her grandmother's, out of state." He said, smiling at me. This smile felt like a challenge.

"How about staying with us? We have plenty of room." Mom offered. No, no, no... Living with that creep for one day is unbearable, and I have to live with him for who knows how long.

"But Mom..."

"You are so kind, Susan, I will repay you tenfold," James said, looking at Mom and then at me. He won; it was like a small victory for him. Before I even had a chance, he had succeeded. Fuck this.

"It's okay, honey; we all have to help each other in these times," Mom said, as if she didn't know him. He kept looking at her breasts. Touching her hand or 'slipping' to grab her ass. But she was clueless.

Out of nowhere, Mom coughed a little; it could have been anything in normal times -- a closet, something stuck in her throat, allergies, but no. The obvious conclusion my mother came to was the virus. She had a look of horror on her face.

"Susan! I think this is the early stages of the virus; my dad is working on it; he told me this as a precaution." James said, coming over to her and almost sitting on her lap. The bastard was lying; his father was in the medical field, but he was in such a low position that he was not even allowed to look at anything virus, let alone 'work'.

"What? Really? Oh, honey, I have to lock myself in." Mom said, worried about us.

"No, no, for someone infected, they have to stay out and wander around. You can't expect to lock yourself in and be fine?" James said trying to convince her. I watched his reasons for staying with us unfold, but I was still powerless.

"That makes sense; we must stay away from each other, but I heard it can be spread by touch." She said she was afraid it would spread to us.

"Mom, we don't know if it's the virus," I said, trying to calm her down. No touching? I'm not ready to miss her body next to mine. It's the only good thing I have!

"You're right Susan, you have to stay away. But only from your related family. A study found that it can spread very quickly to related blood. So I'm sorry, but no more touching for you, Ron." James said, pretending to be sad. But I saw it, I saw the smile underneath that sly smile.

"What the hell are you talking about? There's no study like this." I shouted, Damn it, James, are you trying to keep me away from Mom?

"You wouldn't know, Ron, like I said, my dad's working on it. It's being kept secret for reasons unknown. Even I don't know why." James said, looking defeated again. He laid his head on my mother's bare shoulder. His hand wrapped around her almost-covered belly, holding it as if it belonged to him as if he wanted to show me what I couldn't do.

"If it's for Ron, I have to stay away from him; I'm sorry, baby, but I have to keep you safe." Mom said, visibly frustrated by this 'rule'; after all, she loved me, and I could see that she was not completely happy about it. But at the same time, too stupid to know it was wrong!

"Are there any other precautions, James? I need to protect my house from this thing." Mom asked.

"Yes, there is; since women are infected earlier than men, my father and his team have created a program. But I don't know if you're ready to go through with it." James said, almost testing the waters before dipping his evil hand.

"Say, if it's for my family, I'll do anything!" Mom said. She wanted to protect me; this obsession I used to love was now becoming what I hated the most.

"Well, they call it a ritual. It's like a step-by-step program to maximise your immunity naturally. They said the virus is here to stay, so something like this was needed." James said he was making shit up on the fly; it was clear from the way he said it. But Mom chewed it all up like it was gospel, and he's the fucking priest.

"This is the best! "Mom said, getting up from the table we were sitting at. Her ass jiggles in the shorts she wore that morning. "There's no need for medicine or anything bad going on in my body."

"Yes, there is; nothing you don't 'like' will enter your body. I promise." James grinned. What did he mean by that? "But this is a long-term program; are you ready for it? My dad taught me everything so I can help people."

"Where are we going for who knows how long? If I can improve myself for my family, that's the best thing." Mom jumped up and down like a little girl. Her breasts almost came out. I think I also saw a pink bud peeking out of her bra.

"Okay, then we can start our first step today!" James said. Looks like he saw her breasts too; he looked eager for something.

"Wait, wait, don't I get a say in this?" I said, annoyed that Mom was so ready for all of this. At that moment I coughed a little, maybe some food was stuck in there.

"Oh Ron, be careful! Men who are infected with this shouldn't talk or do much activity. It affects their immune system." James said, acting concerned for me. It was disgusting.

"Ron, honey, please listen to James for me. You shouldn't worry. This is important for our health." Mom made me sir again. I was shocked, was Mom always so gullible? I know she was, but this is the first time I've seen her so convinced of something.

"Well Ron, you should just be lazy, it's easy for you. But your mother and I had to work hard to build up her immunity. You should support that." James said, lecturing me. Acting like a man of the house.

"What was the first step James, we should start the program as early as possible," Mom said, now more than ready to start with this bullshit.

"OK, Susan, remember, be ready for anything I tell you to. We have to take this seriously for it to work." James said, warning my mom again, or was it directed at me? "Here, take this, it's a special gel given by my mad, experimental right now, you to apply it on your body."

James took out something from his pocket. It was a simple gel, the bottle was transparent the size of a normal water bottle.

"On my body? It must be a special gel for immunity!" Mom said, taking the bottle from him. "Let me go and apply it"

"No wait, I have to look at how you apply it. The method should be proper, or the gel can harm you too. Whenever you apply it, call me. This way I can help you with it." James stopped Mom from going inside her bedroom.

"But, how can I apply it on my whole body like that," Mom said, confused.

"You can just do it from under the clothes, but you will have to remove your bra and panties." Hearing about her lingerie like that, Mom became a little embarrassed. But James was so serious while saying that, he made it look like a medical prescription.

"Oh ok, let me go and remove them." Mom went inside the bedroom.

James didn't say anything and we just looked at each other. I don't know why I was quiet and just obeying. Was I too, caught in his trap? My dick was getting hard at the thought of my mom not wearing anything below her flimsy clothes.

I saw James grinning at me, he was rubbing his crotch. It was significantly visible, I knew I was not comparable to him in that department. Just then Mom came inside the room again.

She was still in her thin white tank top and shorts. She always wore these thin clothes with barely any material. She said it was because her body always remained hot. I never understood this logic, but hey I was not complaining, until now.

Her pinkish nipples were visible, poking from that thin top. Sitting on the huge mounds like cherries on a huge white cake. Her ass jiggling, with her shorts barely covering all that in a single cloth. She was looking way too sensual for me not to lose my mind.

"Good, now we can start the procedure," James said, enchanted by her body, just like me.

He gave the bottle back to my mom, and she took some of it out and started putting it on her neck. She went down and rubbed her upper chest, not leaving an inch. When she went down to put it on her legs, her breasts almost came out of her tight top. The deep valley is visible, James was hard after looking at all that.

"Done, was it right James?" Mom asked, she was worried that she hadn't applied it wrong.

James came out of his stupor. "Huh, oh yes it was correct, just put more pressure on it again. But you didn't apply it to the whole body." James said with an embarrassed look on his face. He pretended to be a good boy.

"But how can I do it in front of you, I promise I will do it in my bedroom," Mom said looking at us.

"Susan, this is why I told you to be ready for anything. This is a medical procedure for your health. If you are not ready, we can stop now." James said, using a tone that doctors use to get a patient to agree to an operation.

Mom was thinking something, I don't know what conclusion she came to in her little brain, but she said okay and started applying it to her chest. She put her hand under her top and rubbed the gel on her breasts. Occasionally her nipples tried to peek out and she struggled to keep it all inside her top.

She applied it all over her chest and then went down. She put her hand inside her shorts. She moved her hand rhythmically, up and down, rubbing her pussy with the gel. She was glistening, her body looked like a goddess at that moment, she looked at James for approval after she was done.

I was surprised James didn't do anything, maybe he was taking it slow? Trying not to be suspicious? Anyway, I was ashamed to admit that I liked it.

"Yeah Susan, it's good. I'll tell you if you do anything wrong. Don't wear your bra or even panties right now. It is advisable to be in as little clothing as possible." James said, forbidding my mother to hide her jewels.

"If-if it's necessary," Mom said reluctantly. She was willing to go through anything for us.

Now that James had forbidden her to wear her bra. She only moved around in her top. All her clothes were barely made to cover her body. I know I am going to see a lot more of my mom than I ever imagined.

"Ron, you can take notes on the procedure so we don't forget anything. We can send them to my dad for advice. You should always be there when your mom and I do it." James said to me.

I was surprised, I thought if James decided to take advantage of my naive mother, he would kick me out. But he wanted me there, he wanted me to see her body being fondled, squeezed and more than I can imagine. I saw that sly smile.

Mom agreed because it would be good to ask for advice. The night was over, James went to a guest room and Mom and I went to our rooms to sleep. I know our family will change the moment James walks through our door.

***

We woke up late the next day. I was still reeling from the whole situation. I didn't know what to do or think about it, but one thing was for sure, I loved seeing my mom's huge breasts and ass, every bit of her figure was worth being the kind of son I was about to become.

I walked out of my bedroom, Mom was making breakfast for us, she was wearing a short plaid skirt with her tank top from yesterday. Her smooth, unblemished thighs hid something more delicious than any eggs she could make.

Her tits bounced with every step she took, and in the absence of a bra, the extra soft cushions looked enticing. James was already at the table, smiling at me. I was uncomfortable, but still looking forward to the Pandora's box of ideas he had to trick my sweet, innocent mother.

We sat down and talked about the new virus. James did not bring up the gel again, maybe he was thinking of a new thing to trick Mom. We had breakfast together. James ate the same as usual. I could see his eyes wandering around my mom's curves as if he was undressing her with them. Mom, of course, was oblivious.

"Susan, did you have a nice night?" James asked, perhaps trying to gauge her reaction to the show she gave us yesterday.

"Oh dear, were you worried about that lady? I think the gel has already begun to work!" Mom said, excited at the thought of boosting her immunity.

"Good, but it will still be months before we see any real results," James said, a smile creeping across his face.

"I'm ready for that. But what do we have to do today?" Mom asked, looking at the bottle of gel still on our kitchen table.

"Today we are going to start a long-term step, the gel was just a warm-up to get the body ready for the ritual. Today we are going to start what my dad called the sweat training," James said. James said.

"Sweat? Do we have to work out?" Mom asked confused. I just sat there, a mute spectator to the nonsense James was spouting.

He told us she was half right, he would work out the details later, but she would have to work up a sweat to make it work.

"I hope you will not be uncomfortable as this is a rather unpleasant but important step for the ritual," James said, testing the waters.

"No, not at all dear, if it's for our health why should I feel uncomfortable, just tell me what to do, I'm sure you'll help with the rest." Mom said smiling.

"Okay, you can wear your bra for this, wear a white one, it will not absorb too much heat, leave the skirt on though." James instructed. Mom was a little confused about the choice of clothes, but eventually it made sense to her.

She went inside and came out wearing a tiny bra. No, it was a normal bra, as normal as you could get for her breast size. Her tits were struggling to get out of the bra as it was white and the outline of her nipples were almost clearly visible. Now I understood why he chose it! Unfortunately, Mom did not see the angle I was looking at.

After breakfast we went outside. Mom's breasts were bouncing left and right, and I couldn't help but stare at them. I felt very uncomfortable, I just kept staring at them without looking away. James took us to the backyard of our house for the next step in the ritual. I wonder what he is going to make Mom do now.

As we entered the garden, James said that the next step in this ritual would take place here. He said this step involves sweating, because it removes impurities from the body, and it is important to do this step before anything else. So that our bodies don't take in negative energy, this ritual is based on science and spirituality, so it involves some strange steps.

James took us to a bench we kept in our yard, it was a simple wooden bench with no back support, it was for 'posture' as Dad said. The sun was high in the sky, we were already feeling the effects of the sun's heat.

Mom looked much sexier than she ever had, with beads of sweat forming on her neck and tits. Her tiny plaid skirt hugged her ass perfectly and her butt cheeks stuck out slightly from the bottom of the skirt.

"Okay Susan, I want you to lie down on the bench with your arms up and relax. Let me help you with that." James said as he helped my mother.

Mom lay on her stomach, her ass facing us, her breasts sticking out of her sides and her bra looking ready to burst.

"Ok Susan, I want you to close your eyes and focus on your breathing, I am going to massage your back with the gel we put in yesterday. It will also absorb impurities." James said, sitting right behind Mom on her ass. His dick was getting hard under his pants, I could see it lightly touching Mom's ass. She didn't seem to mind or notice.

He started to massage my mom's back, his hands moving gently, slowly. I was mesmerized by my mom's firm yet flexible back. James was doing a great job, moving his fingers, taking her skin with his hands, touching her bra strap, almost trying to open it.

Mom's ass was like Jell-O, shaking with every movement of James, I could see the outline of her ass crack. It was so sexy and I started to get hard. I tried to hide it from my mom, I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. But I couldn't help but keep looking at her ass.

James continued to massage Mom's back, moving his hands up and down and occasionally going down to her panty line. I felt jealous to see another guy touching my mom. Mom started to get very hot. She was sweating profusely. Her body began to glow, every curve of hers looking more refined in the sunlight.