Breakfast

Kelly went back to her bedroom and quickly tried to wrangle her hair and dress work work. Her husband, she noticed, was likely already downstairs, probably just drinking coffee and scrolling through the news on his phone. Super helpful. Once she was reasonably happy that the brown shock on her head looked reasonably professional, she dressed for work.

She slipped what she considered a mid-length skirt (very short by our Earth’s standards) over her hips, without any panties, of course. Panties were for old ladies and nuns. Then she picked out a top, green with gold highlights, with a cut out on the chest that fully showed off her breasts. In fact it had hidden elastic around the chest, designed to lift and emphasize her tits. She then sprayed her chest and neck with a small bottle marked “Pomegranate Noir.” It served both as a perfume and gave her tits a gold-flecked sheen designed to draw the eyes. After inspecting herself in the mirror, she was satisfied, and decided to head downstairs.

There she found Josie and Caden at the kitchen table silently. Josie was ignoring him and scrolling on her phone while she ate a pop tart. He was awkwardly eating a bowl of cheerios.

Kelly was honestly relieved that they were here and apparently not going to cause her a bunch of trouble on the way out the door, knock on wood. But she wouldn’t let Josie know that. This was the baseline expectation, after all.

So instead she said, “You’ve gotta eat something besides that, OK?”

WIthout looking up, Josie reached into her bag sitting on the table next to her and pulled out a banana to show her mother. Accepting this for now, briefly looked over her daughter’s outfit. It was a cliche, but she really wasn’t sure she understood kids these days. Since Josie had turned 18, she was allowed to go topless to school, but she mostly hadn’t. Kelly had been so excited to wear cool outfits that showed off her tits at that age, but her daughter showed little interest. Instead she was wearing an elaborate top that consisted of several black and red strips of cloth in various patterns, which showed a lot of skin but covered her breasts.

“So Caden, do your parents know you’re here?” she ventured as she tried to get the Keurig to work.

The boy shrugged. “I texted them.” Kelly could feel him looking at her for a moment. She found herself enjoying the attention. Then he said, “You have very nice breasts, Mrs. Peterson.”

“You’re damn right, my boy!” Kelly’s husband Jason said, barreling into the room now in a full suit, briefcase in hand. He slapped Caden on the back. “I take it you were here to screw my daughter?”

Kelly sighed and set the Keurig to start making a second cup.

“Y-yes sir.”

Jason laughed. “Well, I hope you did a good job of it, she could stand to loosen up a little.”

“He didn’t,” Josie said flatly, still not looking up.

Caden looked over at her, clearly surprised. Kelly watched him realize in real time that he was not getting invited back.

“Well, Mason–”

“It’s Caden,” Kelly supplied.

“Yes, Caden,” Jason corrected. “I’m sure he was perfectly fine, Josie, there’s no need to be impolite.” Getting no response to this, he walked over to Kelly and picked up the coffee she had just made for him from the counter. “Maybe he just needs some pointers. What do you think, honey, want to show the boy a thing or two?”

Caden seemed to perk up at this idea, but Kelly quickly quashed this notion. “I have to get to work, I’m showing some potential buyers around that property on Wet Pussy Road today.”

“Maybe some other time,” Jason said.

With that, he put his briefcase on the floor for a moment, then stepped toward his wife and kissed her hard. Tongues went to all sorts of places. Then she felt his free hand under her skirt, his fingers pushing into her. She gasped happily at the intrusion. Then he pulled back and casually took the two fingers that had been inside her and poked them into his coffee, swirling them around briefly before pulling them out again. Then he put the lid on his cup, picked up his briefcase, and headed for the door.

“Love you!” he tossed over his shoulder.

“Love you too,” she called after him, as she heard the front door open and close.

Kelly sighed again and turned back to the young people at the table. “So, Caden, would you like a ride to school?”

The boy looked over at Josie, looking for some indication one way or the other. She looked up at him, finally, and, still expressionless, said, “I’d rather we not, if that works for you. I won’t give the girls my review of your stuff in bed if you don’t tell the guys I needed help from my mom to cum.”

“It’s totally fine, sweetie,” Kelly put in. “That’s what I’m here for.”

But Caden just nodded before saying, “That’s OK, Mrs. Peterson, I can get the bus.”

She took another sip of her coffee. Teenagers.