Remember the day.

When we made our way through the front door, Mrs. Jorges did something quite funny. She brought her hand down to smack Nat's ass. This caused the latter to hop up rigidly, fists clenched.

"Ooh, sweetie, I love how your butt feels! So lovely." The mom appraised, uncaring. Or just oblivious to the pain she just inflicted on a kid, her daughter's age, who was also her daughter's high school friend. With a hand on her cheek. Allison's mom then turned to her very daughter, and grabbed a hefty handful of her butt cheek. "And of course... my very own Allie. I'm so proud of your phat ass, baby."

She kissed her on the forehead. Allison tried her best at a genuine smile. Obviously, she was just more embarrassed by the public display of [completely familial] affection. Her mom suddenly frowned, though not at her. "What's this?"

What followed was a somewhat comical visual, as the older woman, her own beautiful butt in her tight white trousers like two moons suspended in mid-air as I stood a few feet behind her, blatantly explored her daughter's behind. Donning a determined look, she then stuck her hand underneath her skirt.

"Wha--what have you been keeping inside your asshole, young lady?"

When her hand reemerged, slightly wet, in it was the tube of moisturizing cream. Nat nudged me. She was red from stifled laughter, and I didn't have the heart to quell it.

After catching up and getting a plate of funnel cake, I was getting increasingly pressed to do something myself about this 'mom' problem. When she opened a small fridge and bent over to pick something out of it, the straw thrust itself onto the camel.

"Hey Mom," piped up Allison, suddenly, looking up from her phone, "you do know what day it is, right?"

The mother straightened, walking back into the dining room with some homemade apple cider. She began pouring it into three glasses. "It's my girl's special day, like every year since you were just a child."

"Obviously, yeah." Allison folded her arms. "But it's not just mine. It's me, Nat..."

She brought up a finger.

"...and yours, too!"

Nat's eyes widened as she pushed her rear off the ledge of the table. "Oh! She's right, Mrs. Jorges." She dropped her gaze downward for the first time since we got here, to that familiar magnetic set of buns. "It's 'Feel and Slap Nat, Allison, and Allison's Mom's Ass Day'!"

With a gasp, Allison's mom set down the lemonade, hand to her chest. "How could... how could I have forgotten?!"

"Smoooth," Allison snarked. Her mom ignored her, continuing on in a haze of sudden realization.

"Here I was, going to TOWN on your butts..." The woman laughed, hand palming a portion of her face. "...and I completely forgot," she paused, breathed in for a bit. Then, she turned on her heels, bent at a near perfect 90 degree angle as she pushed herself even further down with the help of her surprisingly strong calves, and, in a beautiful swift motion, in the company of a shining light that was bouncing off none other than that of unmistakably feminine, well-kept, smooth to the touch skin, she swiped down the hem of her tight trousers with surprising swiftness over her bottom. The act caused her luscious booty to tremble violently, in a way that couldn't have been realistic. Her butt was big before, but even I didn't think it was that big. It must have been me working under the radar once again.

"...to offer my own big, large buttocks to YOU!" Bringing her hand back to slap one cheek, and hard, she did so with the other too before proceeding to wiggle her butt in a seductive circular motion on a vertical axis of movement. "Smack and feel my mama's booty to your heart's content -- please!"

We all walked up to her to do just that. Allison even rubbed her hands together. All in sync, we raised our hands, and, palm-first, pressed forward, before eventually planting our palms on the soft, warm flesh of Allison's mom's completely bare, doughy ass cheeks. One of mine, one of Allison's, while Nat had out two.

Then, we squeezed.

"Alright guys." Nat looked to us gamely before facing Mrs. Jorges' butt once more. "3...

"2..."

Forget it. I willed them to just skip the count-down.

Thanks to my mental ruminations, we all lifted our hands high above our heads, and rained them back down on Mrs. Jorges' full, large backside in perfect timing. The ensuing sound echoing through the house nearly sent the glasses of apple cider into pieces.

"Oof!" Mrs. Jorges looked back, one eye shut. A small smile nevertheless pried open her cheeks, brows furrowed as her butt cheeks already began to redden. "I'm going to feel that one in the mornin', aren't I!"