New Day, New Strange

I awoke with a start as my alarm went off. I tried to convince myself that I must have dreamed what happened yesterday afternoon, as I hurriedly ran to the bathroom and began to get ready for school. But I couldn't convince myself that the memory of my sister sucking me off and riding my dick, of my mother casually ripping open her dress playing with her breasts, and of my dad chastising me for not doing a better job fucking my sister while he watched could possibly not be genuine. I was going over and over these memories, getting ready on autopilot. In this fugue, I wandered into the kitchen, dropping my bag by the door for easy pickup after eating. Mom was at the stove, probably making something for herself and dad, but I didn't even glance at her and just grabbed some cereal and milk.

"Aiya, such bad swap-son I be habing! You no eben say to yoa swap-motha 'guda morningu'?" a female voice said.

I did a double take and looked over at the stove. Standing there, looking expectantly at me, was a stupendously busty Asian lady. She had straight black hair down to her shoulders, and was wearing my mother's usual morning robe, except instead of being very large to cover her frame, this one was tight on her positively tiny body outside her outsize boobs, the robe a bit too small to entirely contain her gigantic and clearly fake tits, creating a huge amount of cleavage. She was giving me an annoyed look as I stood there with my spoon halfway to my mouth, milk dripping back into the bowl.

"Yu feering ok, Zhon-kun?" she asked with a concerned look. "Ifa you now feeru ok, not be jus shitting, drip miruku ala oba my taburu, you ve terring swap-mama, ya?" she added.

"Who... What...?" was all I could say.

"Morning, Swap-Mom," Amy said, yawning as she entered the room. Once again, my head whipped around. I hadn't expected to see her before I left for high school. I blinked at her outfit. Normally she wore a loose t-shirt and sweats hanging around the house, which was why the dress from yesterday had seem odd, but what she had on now I couldn't even believe the owned. She had on a tiny t-shirt, which was stretched to the limit covering her bra-clad breasts, clearly visible through it and ridiculously frilly, which left her midriff bare (my sister didn't even like to wear bikinis; no way she had a belly t!) a matching pair of thong panties, and nothing else.

"Good monigu, Amy-chan! See, Zhon-kun? That good dawta, she say herro me, not ignore her poor swap-haha, woring at oben," the woman commented. As I looked back and forth between them, I realized the woman couldn't be much older than my sister; I would guess 25 at the oldest.

"Oh boy, here we go," Amy said too quietly for the other woman to hear, rolling her eyes. "You know she wouldn't start if you would just say good morning," she added conspiratorially. I mean, it was exactly how our actual mom would have reacted too, but...

"What is going on?" I whispered back to her.

"Don't look at me; I didn't get Swap-mom going on about being rude first thing," she replied lightly, sitting down with her own bowl. Instead of pulling into the table, she pushed the hair back and raised one leg up and propped it up, leaning back and giving me a clear, unobstructed view of her panties stretching across and clearly outlining her pussy lips. "Morning Swap-dad," she added.

"Morning pumpkin, morning cracker, morning Emiru," replied a huge black guy as he walked over to the Asian lady (Emiru?) and leaned down quite far (he had to be more than 6 feet tall, while she barely topped 5). He was very muscular, which I could see because he had on only a tank top and track pants that were too tight and outlined his treetrunk legs. "Mmm, those cakes smell fucking tight, ho," he added, leaning over to sniff the pan Emiru had gone back to watching. He slapped her large ass, which giggled like it were made of firm jello and she giggled sweetly.

"No now, Lebron," she chided. "You not wan me messu up cakes. Happy you like miru, no like Zhon-kun who no eben say herro to poor swap-motha."

"John dog, you giving yo swap-mama the lip already, fool?" the guy (Lebron... wait how had she pronounced that clearly?) said. "You gonna hurry up and finish that damn bowl and clean the fucking mess up before you late for school, or you gonna make a fool outa your swap-parents who don raised no tardy cracker?"

I suddenly realized I had been sitting there the entire time with my first spoonful of cereal spilling it's milk out over the table. My eye finally snapped away from the two of them (Swap-Parents?!?!?) and my sister who was continuing to somehow preen and pose on the chair to present her breasts and crotch to me while also never spilling any of her food and realized with a start that I had 2 min to get going or I would miss the bus. With I shoveled cereal (now soggy) into my mouth quickly, and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the spilled milk. "I uh..."

"Don;' just sit there and chatta, you damn fool," Lebron said, making a shooing motion. "I am driving yo pasty white ass to school if you miss the damn bus!"

I grabbed my bag and ran from the house, both to reach the bus in time and to escape the insane station.

"So why you up so far in the AM, bitch?" Lebron asked my sister as I left.

"I went to bed early after SOMEONE made me work so hard yesterday," she added testily, finishing her cereal and stretching her arms over her head and pulling sher shirt tight against her body, so I saw maximum side-boob as I left.

(NOTE: The accents here are INTENDED to be bad and offensive. Going for 'Broken English as spoken by stereotypical 80s-movie generic-Asian racist caricature prostitute' and 'what racist people think stereotypical black gang members sound like' mixed with 'Mister T'. I hope everyone will view this in the spirit of the story and not take actual offense.)