Breakfast

John followed his mother down to the kitchen, his eyes glued to her ass despite his best efforts. Partway down, she nonchalantly pulled her robe more tightly closed, in the process emphasizing her swaying ass. The longer he looked, the less he cared it was wrong. Just looking wasn't that big a deal, right?

John followed her into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table as she went to the stove. She poked at the toast she been making before she ran upstairs, but it was half cooked and decidedly cold.

"Look what you did," she said jokingly as she shoveled the ruined toast into the trash. "Now I have to start over," continued as she got some coffee going for herself. "What would like for breakfast?"

"Well I'd love some bacon and eggs, but..." John said jovially, as he did every morning, knowing she would never agree. The only reason they had bacon was so his father could have one slice as a treat on special occasions. Their mother was a health nut, so John and his sister weren't allowed to have any. Yolk-free eggs, Toast, sugar-free jam, some greens, or if people were lazy, some cereal and milk (skim with Cheerios, Grape Nuts, Shredded Wheat; nothing with sugar, of course).

"Sure honey," she replied, moving to the fridge, bending over at the waist and presenting her round ass to him again as she retrieved the verboten ingredients.

He stared at her like she had two heads. His mother was strict when it came to all their diets, and she was a vegetarian herself. She didn't mind that the rest of the family ate meat, but she would never cook it for them, and certainly would never let him at his father's bacon ration. The sight of her nonchalantly retrieving both was even more shocking than her absentmindedly wiggling her ass at him as she hummed.

"How would you like it?" she asked as she got the pan ready. Seeing her casually pull out what looked to be several strips of bacon along with a couple eggs and no yolk separator made no sense. "Earth to John? I haven't cook this in a while, so please don't make this harder than it needs to be. You didn't like it last time I went ahead and did what you wanted without checking."

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"You know, upstairs," she replied, beginning to crack some eggs. "Look, I know you want 2 scrambled eggs and 3 strips of bacon, so can we take that as said? I do have to get to work, unless you want me to skip today."

"What are you talking about!?" John asked, a bad feeling sneaking up on him.

"Look, I'm making what you want for breakfast, and you need to decide what you want otherwise. I can be all normal and go to work, or I could stay home and be your mommy sex slave, whichever you prefer," she replied completely casually as she threw the bacon in the pan.