Dashing

"Just some toast mom. I gotta go." When you reach the door your sloths materialize. Skin tight jeans and a tank top the barely falls below your boobs.
"Do we have to leave?" the smoke whines. "Your mom is hot. And did you see the ass on your sister?"
"Look, I don't know were your from, but around her fucking your family isn't exactly considered normal."
"Fine be that way." you can here the pout, "I'll bring you around. Were we going anyway?"