Share the love at breakfast

You reach the kitchen just as Mom plates the last of the bacon. She's really pulled out the stops this morning; four plates were set out around the table, piled high with eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and biscuits, each with a glass of milk and a glass of juice beside them. The first day of the rest of your life must be a special occasion.

"Good morning, sweetie!" she smiles warmly at you, not reacting at all to your nudity. "Have you peed yet this morning?"

Instead of answering, you hurriedly pick out the biggest and best-looking plate of food and move it over to another counter, along with the drinks, and climb up onto the table. Then you take aim and let fly, your piss flooding each of the remaining plates in turn. You pee longer and harder than you ever have, and by the time you're done all delicious meals are soaked in a standing puddle of urine. Then you climb off the table, fetch your plate and drinks off the counter, sit down, and wait for your family to gather around.

Your mother, who didn't react to anything you just did, walks around the table and leans against your shoulder.

"Sweetie, I never knew you had a passion for cooking!"

"Neither did I," you laugh. "Inspiration just hit me out of nowhere this morning. But I have a feeling it'll strike me like that pretty often from now on..."

"Then I'd better figure out what flavors go best with your special sauce..."

Mom winks at you as she leans over, puckers her lips, and sips a mouthful of your piss out of her plate.

"Mmm!" She smacks her lips in surprise, "That actually tastes really good!"

She calls your father in from the next room, then gies back to sipping your piss.

"Finally, time to eat! It smells amazing, honey," he says, sniffing the air, then paused. "Wait, is that...?"

"Your son's piss," Mom confirms. "John was kind enough to pee on all of our plates this morning, so we can all help him start his first special day together!"

Dad looks at you, slack-jawed. You think for a moment that you might be in trouble, but then he swells with fatherly pride.

"That's my boy," he smiles, sitting down and grabbing a fork. "We raised up a good one, didn't we?"

"We sure did!"

Your parents eagerly eat their piss-soaked breakfasts right in front of you, even licking their plates clean when they're finished.