Mom's breakfast always hit the spot

After walking out of the bathroom to find Kimmy missing from the bed you stop by your room. Before your parents had gotten home last night you put your phone back in it's charger. You pick it up, then head down to the kitchen for breakfast. The smell of mom's eggs and bacon were always one of your favorite things growing up. You arrive downstairs to find Kimmy, Mom and Steve preparing breakfast as though nothing had changed. Well, minus the fact that they were all naked, all the windows were shut, and they were all bombshells.

"Good Morning mistress, where is Bitch Jim?" Asked Steve, you guess that is what your family decided last night while you were, pre-occupied.

"He is wrapping up a shower and will be down shortly. Smells good, lets enjoy breakfast and then I'd like to have a meeting, only once that is done shall we continue down the paths we have laid out at said meeting." You say sitting at the head of the dining room table, waiting to have your food served. In the meanwhile you peruse the internet. Check messages, explain to your friends that you are busy this weekend but will talk to them later. Some serious things are going down you explain, everything is okay, but you will need time. They understand and look forward to hearing from you. You hear your father's now lighter footsteps coming down the stairs. You take a second look, now not in the throws of passion you realize his form is a bit more slender, he looks more fit than he did before. However he is definitely more slim. Your family gather's round the table, your mother serves everyone their food. And so you all gather to enjoy a calm breakfast and begin discussion