Goofing with mother.

I go down the stairs to see my mother in the kitchen; as beautiful as ever. Slender in all the right places and curvy where it counted, she is lovely on the eyes, with short blonde hair that hung above her shoulders and currently dressed in a casual white blouse and cactus green trousers.

"Hey honey," she looks up to see me enter before returning her focus to the eggs she is cooking on the pan, "where's your sister?"

"Still showering." I left my sister to wash herself alone for now. I thought it was very entertaining though, so I mentally shelf it for later.

As my mother continues cooking, I decide to have a casual talk with her -- just little flexes of the proverbial muscle.

I sit down at the table, and look at my mother again. "Mom."

"Yes?" she asks, still cooking away.

"Squat."

Putting the spatula down, and with her back still to me, my mother pushes herself downward until her nice butt nearly touches the tile, her two legs now bent at the knee. There she sits, her head pivoting left and right casually, in front of the stove. The eggs are starting to grow a little black above, but my mother nevertheless remains fixed in her squatting position.

"Mom," I say, invoking her to want to remain squatted. "What are you doing? The eggs are going to burn up."

"I'm squatting, dear." She looks back at me, her face as unperturbed as a mother making eggs in a typical midweek morning. "You don't mind eating some slightly burnt breakfast every once in a while, do you? Besides," she reasons, "there's always breakfast at school for you to eat."

"Yeah," I nod, "but why are you squatting right now for?" Before she answers, I decide to give her my own answer.

"Because, dear," she proceeds with a straight face a second later, "I'm trying to take a shit."

My cheeks puff out a little. "Here, in your pants?"

"Yes honey," she smiles, "in my pants."

I hold my nose, and calm myself down. I don't want to lose it just yet. This is funny though, and I enjoy how easy it is.

Noticing the eggs are about well-done, I take them from the pan and bring it to my plate with teleknesis. I feel like a superhero. My mom doesn't notice, as I wish.

Before I begin eating, I think to myself and wonder how the morning's events could've transpired differently. Deciding to find out, I settle on what I'd like to see, then rewind time and appear at the entrance to the kitchen once again. Just as I step in, my mother hears me approach.

"Hey honey," my mother says, looking up briefly, "where's your sister?"

"Oh, still showering, but she'll be down in a bit." The attractive mother of mine nods, and I grin as I look my mother up and down, and notice she is now no longer in her previous attire, but instead wearing a tight, low-cut spaghetti strap top and a lacy pink thong with 'BAD' etched across her butt cheeks like an old, worn tattoo. I nod in approval as, suddenly, my sister bounds down the steps in a casual shirt and skirt.

"Hey."

"Hey sweetie," greets our mom. Jessica takes a seat at the table as the older woman sets a properly cooked egg onto her plate. Jessica thanks her and begins to slice into her breakfast. I decide to make my mom do another weird thing, this time with my sister alike.

"Hey honey," my mom pipes up. Jessica swallows down an egg.

"Yeah Mom?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Her pout is undeniable. Jessica blinks blankly until the older woman turns and points her rear towards the high school girl and her only daughter. "My butt, young lady! You forgot to kiss my butt! Have you forgotten proper courtesy in this household suddenly, Mrs. Jessica Devry Doe?"

Jessica drops her fork and slaps her forehead.

"Crap, sorry, Mom. I must have been out of it. Here, let me see it." She turns in her seat and with her two lips, plants a nice wet kiss on her two butt cheeks, giving each one a proper lick from one side to the other for equal measure, her wet fluids trickling over the three-letter word that decorated her mother's lovely ass, the same ass in the same unnatural attire that she seems to have no interest in questioning at the moment as she buries her face into tinseltown. She grabs the side of one ass cheek with each hand and squishes them between her fingers, feeling and groping her mother's buttocks like it is an addictive stress toy.

Meanwhile, I sit back in my own seat, enjoying the scene.