Watch his mom.

John slowly sat down at the table, his eyes glued on the tight little ass that hid beneath his mom's kimono. The robe itself barely covered her rear with its silk cloth, and when she moved, John could almost swear that she wasn't wearing any panties...

"-do you want?"

John was snapped out of his almost trance-like concentration on his mother's butt. "Wha-what?" he asked, his voice cracking just slightly.

His mother looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "How many strips of bacon do you want with your scrambled eggs, sleepy-head?"

"Oh," John replied. "I'll take...three."

"Three it is," she said, scooping the bacon onto his plate with her spatula, "for my big, strong lil' man."

With both bacon and eggs heaped onto his plate, Kathy turned and walked toward the table.