Ring! Ring! Ring!
Slap!
A hand slapped the alarm clock on the bedside table to stop the alarm. The alarm did stop, however…
Crack!
A cracking sound echoed, making the sleeping young man's eyes snap open.
"Fuck no!" He groaned in frustration when he saw the plastic body of the clock was broken and the dial had stopped moving.
Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, then looked again, hoping it was just his illusion.
However…
It was still broken.
"Damn it! Now I will have to hear her nagging again!" He cursed under his breath.
After a moment, he got out of the bed, revealing his 5'7'' thin frame clad in just boxers, and walked out of the room to go to the washroom at the end of the hallway.
The rooms weren't big enough to have attached washrooms, so everyone on the first floor used this one.
"You woke up, John?" Right as he exited his room, a feminine voice called out from down the hallway. It was sweet, and soft but also a little exhausted.
"Yes, Ma! I'm up." He called back.
Though he called her Ma, Susan wasn't his biological mother, but stepmother.
When his father, James Ryder, married her, he was just a five years old kid. After he spent a few months with her, and she treated him with all the love and care, he naturally began calling her Ma!
"Good. Quickly wash up and go bring the milk from Rob's dairy." Susan called back.
Hearing this, he frowned, but said, "Alright. I'll be down in a few minutes."
He unlocked the door and entered the washroom.
After relieving his bladder, he looked down at his barely 3-inch thing, and like every day, he sighed, closed his eyes and complained to the god almighty, "Damn you, God! What did I do wrong in my last life to have this? Couldn't you have made it a little bigger, even 5 or 4 inches would have been good enough."
Holding back the urge to curse, he began washing up.
…
10 mins later, dressed in his usual, oversized blue t-shirt and black joggers, he walked down the stairs.
The moment he entered the living room, he saw his mother busily working in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
She was dressed in a light green floral maxi that covered every part of her body save for her face and neck.
Every housewife in this rural village wore similar dresses because wearing revealing or tight-fitting clothes was frowned upon. Moreover, because of the environment they had grown up in, even they themselves would feel uncomfortable wearing the latter.
Anyways, while her dress covered her completely and was slightly loose to be comfortable, because the fabric was very soft, as it fell down her body, it vaguely outlined her upper back, breasts, and the part that attracted him the most, her wide, motherly ass.
'I'm going to hell for this for sure.' John thought, trying to peel his gaze away from her body, but they refused to budge.
He didn't know exactly when he started seeing her for someone more than his beautiful, loving and hardworking mother and became attracted towards her for what she was first of all---an incredibly beautiful woman.
But whenever it happened, he cursed that moment because it caused him a lot of frustration throughout the past few years because he could not have her, ever.
This was not only because she was his mother, even if not blood related, but also because he didn't have the courage to do anything about it.
Even if he gathered courage and somehow managed to win her heart and had her betray his father, who he had already realized had stopped taking care of her sexually for almost a decade now, he knew he wouldn't be able to make her happy with his 3-incher.
'Damn you, God!' He swore in his heart.
Right then, Susan moved to take something from the side and his brows immediately knit together.
"What happened, Ma?" He asked while rushing over to the kitchen. He had noticed that she was limping as she walked.
While it was true he had sinful thoughts about her, it was even more true that he loved her and cared about the most in the world.
So, seeing she was limping, he became concerned.
Susan glanced at him and said, "Nothing serious. I just slipped in the bathroom last night and fell on my backside."
"How many times have I told you to ask Pa to have someone fix the plumbing? It will stay slippery as long as the pipes continue to leak." John said, anger and frustration clear in his voice.
Susan gave him a touched smile, and said, "I know you worry for me, but I have also told you we have no money to spare right now. Once we do, we'll fix it. Until then, I'll just be careful when I go into the bathroom like before and will make sure that I won't go there when I'm sleepy like last night."
John grunted in helpless anger.
"Now, be a dear and help me bring the milk until I get better." Susan said before focusing on making the dishes.
"No problem." Said John, took the steel canister for milk and headed out of the house.
Right when he stepped out, he saw a young girl in a long-sleeved black t-shirt and joggers, covered in sweat, walking over.
Because of the sweat, her t-shirt was sticking to her body, outlining her delicate curves.
John's eyes, as if on instinct, moved over to them to admire her beauty, but right then, he noticed her looking at him and he quickly shifted his gaze to her face and smiled,
"Mornin' Iris! How was the run?"
She was Iris, Susan's only biological child. When she married John, she was 2 years old, meaning John was 3 years older to her, her big brother.
Iris stared at him with narrowed eyes and scowled, "Keep your eyes in check, pervert."
John winced and said, "Yeah. I'll keep that in mind. Now, go in quickly and get changed. We don't want people to stare at you anymore."
"Hmph!" Iris snorted and entered the house while he walked toward Rob's dairy, 1.5 miles away from his home.
On the way, he greeted his neighbours and others who he knew—and he knew almost everyone because this was a village with not too many families.
Soon, he arrived at the dairy where he saw Rob's son, Mark, handing out the milk.
When he saw him, he asked, "How come you are here today? Is Mrs. Ryder not feeling well?"
"Yeah, man. She slipped last night. So, I came." John said before greeting Rob, who had looked in his direction from a distance, with a wave of his hand.
"Sorry to hear that, man." Mark said while filling John's canister. "Take care of her. She has been pushing herself too much with all the house and field work. She now needs a rest."
Saying this, he suggested, "I need a hand around here. Why don't you come work for me? I'll pay you decently."
"You sure?" John asked.
"Yeah. You just need to come early in the morning, so you can return before it's time for college. Then, come back in the evening for 3-4 hours." Mark said.
"Thanks man. When do I start then?" John asked, grateful. This was a village and there weren't many opportunities to earn.
Since he started college a month ago in the town 20 miles away, he had been trying to find a part time job there to earn some money, but he had yet to find one.
Now that he got one in the village itself, he was more than happy.
"You can start from evening today," said Mark.
"Sure. I'll be here by 5 P.M. then. That's cool, right?"
"Yeah. No problem."
…
John's mood was brighter after getting the job and while humming a tune, he walked back to his house, but halfway, he suddenly saw a black smartphone lying at the side of the road, in a heap of dried-up grass.
His eyes lit up.
Very few people had smartphones in the village. In his friend circle, only one of his friends who came from a slightly well-off family had one, and everyone used his to watch tik-tocks, insta reels or surf the internet.
He long since wanted one, but knowing their financial situation, he never pressed his father.
He didn't rush to pick it up. Instead, he looked around. When he saw no one was nearby, he quickly picked it up and pressed the power button on the right side.
Ahh!
Immediately, he got an electric shock and his body shook violently.
Instinctively, he jerked his hand to fling the phone away. However… It seemed to have stuck to his palm.
"The fuck!" His pupils constricted and he exclaimed in shock not only because he couldn't throw it away, but also because the phone's previously black screen was now lit up and a message was flashing on it.
[Congratulations Mr. John Ryder for becoming the owner of Women and Money (W&M) Smartphone!]