Straight To Breakfast

Since she hadn't put on anything, she made it downstairs right after her mom called. It was only Samantha and Jane in the kitchen at the moment.

Samantha is a women in her late thirties with straight blonde hair and a modest chest size. Her eyes are a light brown and her skin was a shade lighter than her daughter. She also stood a few inches taller than her daughter and had a healthy figure over all. You could see a well groom bush in the shape of a heart on her crotch. She likely kept it neat for herself and her husband. Samantha is a very loving mother and wife, always ready to listen to the family's woes or offer them a hand if they ask as long as she isn't busy. Her greatest pet peeve are messes, so if someone doesn't clean after herself, they should be prepared to face her wrath. Examples include when Diamond leaves her used toys out, Steve leaving his used tissues on the floor, or if her husband doesn't help her clean up after a quicky, she won't hesitate to lecture them. Not much other than the apron was covering her body at the moment, and in all honesty that was true most of the time. Samantha is a nudist after all.

"Morning mom," Jane said.

"Morning dear, any plans for today?" her mom asked.

"I think that I am just going to relax at home today. Summer just started and I don't have much going on right now. Might try to get a job later."

"That sounds nice dear. Let me or your dad know if you need some help with that. Can you also get me some more eggs from the fridge? This carton ran out." Samantha gestured to the empty egg carton next to her, which she had used up to make some quesadillas for breakfast.

"Sure thing mom."

Opening up the fridge, the blast of cold air ran up her body and Jane felt the chill run up her spine.

"Ooof, that's cold."

Samantha giggled at her daughter giggled at her daughter as she shivered by the fridge. "That's why I wear a little something in the front when I am cooking. I don't like the chill, and oil sucks on the skin."

Jane turned towards her mom who was currently wearing an apron, and nothing else. It was definitely warmer than the nothing that {first-name} was wearing. Back to the topic at hand, Jane started looking around the fridge. The fridge was neatly packed, so she was able to find the eggs in their usual place. When she took out the carton though, she only found four eggs. Looking around the fridge there was also only a couple sips of milk left in the milk carton.

"Hey mom, I don't think that dad bought any milk or eggs when he went shopping yesterday?"

Samantha walked over to the fridge and checked inside, then nodded her head. "Yup, looks like it. I guess that I have to remind him to get some more things at the store later. Anyway, let's just do what we can."

"Morning honey, morning Jane," a calm voice said behind the two girls. A gentle hand landed on both of the ladies asses and started to caress them both. Samantha giggled and leaned into her dad while Jane was a little surprised since this was the first time her dad had ever done anything like this to her.

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