Breakfast and a Relaxing Run

"Girls! Breakfast!” Marge called upstairs to Rachel and Lila.

Marge was at the stove, diligently putting the finishing touches on Brian's favorite breakfast. It had been a while since she'd made her special chocolcate chip pancakes for him, but given the guilt she felt over how rudely and unfairly she had treated him recently, it felt like the least she could do. It certainly wouldn't rectify everything, but it was at least a step in the right direction.

"Almost finished sweetie, will have a big plate of pancakes and syrup for you right away. You just relax and let me take care of everything." Marge gushed. She turned to look at Brian, who had made his way downstairs and was sitting in the living room, watching television.

As the sweet scent of chocolate chips and maple syrup filled the house, Marge heard Rachel and Lila sleepily descending down the stairs and into the kitchen, their eyes widening at the sight of the delicious spread Marge had prepared.

Marge smiled at her daughter and her best friend, taking a moment to admire them. Rachel shot a confused glance towards her, probably noticing her cheerful demeanor.

"Good morning, Rachel. And Lila, how was your sleep? No Mr. Hugglesworth this morning?"

“Mom? How did you know…” Rachel started to ask.

"It was fine, Mrs. Thomas," Lila cut in, her voice bright and chipper. Lila had a serene smile on her face, which filled Marge with warmth. She had been her daughter's best friend for years and felt almost like a second daughter to her. Too bad her daughter still seemed to be irrationaly upset, probably about the misunderstanding the night before.

"Your mom's cooking smells amazing!" Lila raved to Rachel.

The girls shuffled in to the table and made small talk while Marge finished up. Marge brought over two plates for the girls, humming a new, upbeat song as she did so.

"Here you go girls!"

She returned to the stove and plated a third, much larger plate of pancakes, and doused them in a generous amount of syrup. Turning with a purpose, she glided past the girls and headed towards the living room couch, eager to bring Brian his well deserved breakfast.

"And here's one for your brother, Brian" she said, her voice laced with a warm, affectionate tone.

She glanced to the tv to see what he was watching as he sat there waiting. It looked like a scene from one of those steamy, softcore movies that she had caught her husband, David, watching a few times before he had realized she was in the room. A beautiful, voluptuous woman, who bore a striking resemblance to herself, was on her knees, passionately kissing a younger, nerdy but cute man, who could have been Brian's doppelgänger. The scene was quite tastefully done, as the older woman looked adoringly at the young man, telling him about how attractive he was and how much she wanted to please him.

Marge smiled, happy to see Brian had taken their conversation to heart this morning, no longer feeling the need to suppress his perfectly normal curiosities about women.

Instinctively, she put the plate down and dropped to her knees, just like the woman in the movie. She was normally a few inches taller than her son, but from the ground and his seated position, she was eye level with his chest. Marge reached out and gave Brian an affectionate hug, hoping he could recognize the adoration she felt for him in that moment.

The tender moment they shared was interrupted sadly, as she heard Rachel gasp from the kitchen.

Marge rolled her eyes, and told Brian to call for her if he needed anything.

As she walked back into the kitchen, Rachel angrily confronted her.

“Mom! Why are you letting Brian watch that? And isn’t he supposed to be grounded for peeping on me and Lila!?”

Marge sighed. “Rachel, its just a TV show. Everyone here is adult enough to see some skin in a movie. And as far as last night, well, I talked to him a bit more this morning and we decided that boys will be boys. Nothing came of it, and he’s promised he’s learned his lesson, so there’s no reason to punish him further.”

“But…mom…he was hiding in my closet to watch Lila and I sleep!” She protested.

“Oh c’mon Rach, its not THAT serious.” Lila said through a mouthful of pancake. “Its almost a little flattering.”

“UGH! Whats gotten into everyone today?!” Rachel groaned.

“Hey, its no big deal. Why don’t we go shopping today, take your mind off things.” Lila said, putting a hand on Rachel’s shoulder reassuringly. She was such a good friend, and thankfully, it seemed she was being much more reasonable about Brian today.

“I…I guess….” Rachel seemed to reluctantly agree.

Marge watched them finish eating, making small talk before they headed upstairs to change. As they came down the stairs, Marge took notice of their outfits. Lila was wearing a cute long-sleeved, floral pink blouse and a pair of high-waisted jeans. While cute, Marge though it did little to showcase Lila's absolutely killer legs. Her daughter wore a plain, white, button-up ruffled blouse and a pair jeans and sandals. While she wanted to be supportive to her daughter, she wished she would be less insecure about her body and flaunt it more. Kind of like how she was doing this morning.

"Alright girls, have fun today. And girls," she called out as they reached the door, "Remember, you're both beautiful and you both should be proud of it. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?"

Lila smiled giddily and Rachel rolled her eyes, but her daughter gave her a quick hug, which Marge took as a sign of progress. With that, Rachel and Lila headed out the door, leaving Marge and Brian alone in the house. She went to go check on him.

"How are the pancakes sweetie, is everything yummy?" She asked lightly.

"So good, Mom, you're the best," he mumbled with a mouthful of food.

Brian's praise hit her like a tidal wave, and she sighed joyfully. "Aww sweetie, that is so nice of you." She leaned in, giving him another big hug that lingered modestly longer than the previous one.

She slid next to him on the couch, watching him eat as he remained engrossed in the movie he was watching. Occassionaly he would look over in her direction, his eyes lingering on a part of her body. Marge noticed he seemed particularly interested in her breasts, so she made a point to lean forward and sit up straight when his gaze drifted towards her. She couldn't help but blush when he would look over, loving his kind, thoughtful attention.

They chatted lightly; about his favorite classes, his favorite video games and if there were any girls he was interested in at school.

"Hmmm. A few at school. Lila is really sexy and few other of Rachel's friends. My history teacher Mrs. Miller is super hot. She just got back from maternity leave a few months ago and it looks like her boobs got even bigger. It's so hard to pay attention in class when she's talking."

Marge's giggled at her son's youthful honesty. "Oh, I see," she said playfully, "Well, it's okay to admire beauty, as long as you're respectful, remember?"

"Of course, Mom," he nodded, taking another long looks at her breasts before digging in for a bite of his pancake.

Marge felt a sudden urge to show him more of her support.

"Sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to lecture you. I know you are a perfect gentleman and will make a woman very lucky someday." She leaned closer to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Can I get you anything else, sweetie? If not, it's a nice day so I was planning to go for a long run. Promise I will be back soon though."

"All good Mom. I'll pick out an outfit for you when you get back."

"Oh hunny, I'd absolutely love that if it's not asking too much of you!"

"Nope, my pleasure. You just focus on your run, after I finish watching this I'll spend some time going through your closet to pick out something I like. That way, you won't have to stress all day wondering if I like it or if you look fun and sexy in it." Brian assured her.

Marge felt a warm sensation fill her chest. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so understood and supported by someone. A warm blush spread further across her cheeks, his words hitting a spot she didn’t know needed attention.

She stood up slowly and sensually, bending over to smooth out her leggings, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you, darling. I'll be back soon enough. My dresses, blouses and skirts are all in the walk-in closet and bras and underwear are in the dressers below my vanity."

"Yep, I know my way around." He remarked confidently, slightly adjusting what looked like a mound in the front of his boxers.

Marge smiled as she headed out, giggling to herself at how totally normal a young man her son was after all. Random erections were of course likely to still plague him for a few more years at least.

"Boys will be boys," she muttered to herself, heading out the door full of energy for a long, relaxing run.