Mom shows you what you did to her body

"How about this, young man?" your mom starts unbuttoning her black jacket and shrugging it off, tossing it to the side.

"Mom, not you too!" you scream almost to the top of your lungs like you're eight years old again.

"Oh yes, young man," mom continues, pulling her white-and-black striped t-shirt off, "and you're much too old to be screaming like that."

"You tell him, mom!" your sister gloats.

"I'm going to show you two what you did to my body," mom pulls down her slacks and kicks her heels off in the process, "and how hard I had to work to get back into shape."

"I don't need to see that, mom, really!" you try to protest.

"Oh yes you do, young man. You both do!" mom begins, her striptease pointing mainly to you, "You both came into the world when I was butt naked! I will not have you be so ungrateful as to think my sacrifice - something that made you even exist in the first place - is somehow shameful," she says unclasping her black lingerie bra and throwing it to the floor.

"Gross," you turn away from the sight of your mom's tits.

"Don't you turn away, mister!" your mother orders you to look back at her as she pulls her panties down and steps out of them, now as naked as your sister.

"You two get over here and look closely," your mother beckons you to view her clean-shaven vagina and pubic area. She turns around and stances her legs out to point to a red streak, almost like a stretch mark, on the left side of her taint. You want to look away so terribly bad, but you know mom will just chew you out again so look, "this is what happened when I gave birth to you," she nods to your sister, "my first ever child. You tore my pussy quite open, and that's the scar after all those years. Be careful when you have kids one day!"

"And you, Mr. Ungrateful," she turns back around and looks straight at you, pointing to a long diagonal red scar on where her bush would be, "were delivered by C-section. I had to rub cream all over here for several years, and even then you can still see the scar."

"Th-thank you, mom..." you stutter.

"You're very much damn well welcome!" your mom snaps back before turning to your sister, "and you, young lady," your ears perk up as she starts turning her ire towards your sister, "think it's okay to just flaunt your stuff and trivialize a woman's body like that!"

"N-no..." your sister starts stammering.

"Well that's enough! You and I are getting dressed for dinner, and you," she turns back to you, "need to never forget where you came from."

"Okay..." you just pout as your mom and sister go upstairs in the buff.