At breakfast with her mother, where things start getting weird

Andrea left her room and bounded down the stairs, her stomach growling. Even before she made her way to the bottom she could already smell her mom's delicious pancakes being cooked, and she was not disappointed upon entering the kitchen. Her mother was hard at work over the stove, wearing a pink t-shirt from a marathon she ran earlier that year, and mom jeans that hugged her ample rear tightly.

What? Eew, why am I thinking about my mom's butt? Andrea thought to herself, Dammit, it's probably that whole you are in an erotic online story thing getting to me...

"Morning dear!" her mom chirped as Andrea opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well," Andrea answered, pouring herself a glass of OJ before putting the carton back and closing the fridge door. As she started to walk to the kitchen table, she froze, and looked down at the glass in her hand.

When did I pick this up? I came downstairs and went straight to the fridge... and I was standing in front of it the entire time. I didn't bring this from upstairs, did I?

Andrea was snapped out of her confused thoughts by her mother's voice again, "That's good to hear. I wish I could say the same thing, but with your father on his business trip it has not been easy for me to fall asleep. The bed just feels so empty, you know?"

"Uh, y-yeah," Andrea said, resuming the walk to her seat, "He's not coming back until Friday, right?"

"Next Friday," her mom corrects her, "Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to manage... but I suppose that just gives us time for some mother-daughter bonding, right?"

"Right..." Andrea said, sitting down slowly. Something about that phrase made Andrea's skin tingle uncomfortably, though she didn't know why.

"Anyways, breakfast is ready!" her mom said, turning around with a plate of pancakes and a big grin on her face.

As she made her way to the table, Andrea couldn't help but take in the sight of her mother. Alice Andrews was 45 years old, but looked ten years younger due to how well she took care of herself. Andrea got a lot of her looks from her mother: same red wavy hair, same blue eyes, even the same radiant smile. But Alice was noticeably heavier than her daughter, though even that accentuated her beauty, as most of that weight was located in her chest and butt. Her large E-cups bounced and swayed as she walked, even though she was wearing a bra, and the way her hips rocked back and forth was enticing enough to draw in any man...

Andrea shuddered as she realized what she was thinking of. Come on, really? What is wrong with me today? Why am I suddenly perving on my own mom? And should I even be thinking about her bra size? Jesus...

"Honey, are you okay?" her mom asked as she set down the plate of pancakes, a frown on her face.

"I... um... sorry, Mom," Andrea said apologetically, "I guess I'm not that hungry this morning."

"You're not?" her mom said, "But you love my pancakes..."

"I know mom, but..." Andrea tried to think. She couldn't tell her mother that the reason she didn't have an appetite anymore was because she had been ogling her body while she walked, with special emphasis on her breasts and ass. Or that she was starting to get scared that she was little more than a fictional character in an erotic story of some kind.

No, that's not true! Andrea thought to herself again, I am not...

Her brain screeched to a halt as she felt her mother's palm on her forehead... and the older woman's breasts pressed against her shoulder. Even through the fabric of the apron and her shirt, Andrea could feel how soft and plush they were, like two giant pillows waiting to envelop her.

Giant pillows? What the fuck what the fuck...

"Honey, you feel hot, and kind of clammy," her mom said, pulling back her hand, "I think maybe you should stay home today. I'll call the school and tell them you're sick..."

"N-No!" Andrea said suddenly, "I'm fine Mom, really... I just... I'm just nervous, that's all. About the, um, math test today. I'm fine."

"I know what nerves are like, young lady, and this is more than just nerves," her mom said, "If there's really a test today, your teacher will let you retake it, I promise. I'll make sure of that."

Andrea felt sick to her stomach. Despite this however, she didn't feel like she was sick. No, she felt ill because she could tell something about this whole situation was very wrong. Her mom shouldn't be this insistent before that she should stay home on a test day for something as minor as a suspected fever, especially not without taking her temperature. It was almost like her mother was looking for even the flimsiest excuse to keep her home...

Of course the excuse is flimsy, she thought, This is an erotic online story, right? No one cares how you get to the fucking in those, as long at it happens.

"Oh fuck..." Andrea whispered to herself.

"Hey!" her mom snapped, pausing the dialing of the school's number momentarily to scold her daughter, "Just because you're sick does not give you an excuse to swear in my house!"

It all started clicking into place at that moment. Her obsessing over her mom's boobs and butt. Her father being away on a 'business trip'. Her mom's comments about not feeling comfortable in an empty bed and 'mother-daughter bonding'. If this were a porno, this would all be the perfect set-up for a lesbian **** scenario.

"No... fuck no..." Andrea said under her breath.

"Andrea, don't make me tell you again!" her mom said, before putting on a more pleasant voice and saying, "Hello? Yes, this is Alice Andrews. My daughter Andrea has come down with a pretty bad fever..."

There was still time. Her backpack was already packed, and the bus hadn't come to her stop yet. Andrea could pick it up, walk right out the door, and go to school and try to pretend everything was still normal.

But what if she really was sick? Maybe she was running a high fever, and all this 'online erotic story' stuff was just a delusion brought on by her being sick. It would certainly make more sense than her being a fictional character in a lesbian **** porn story, but even though she knew that was the more logical answer, it still felt like a hollow one. More like something someone tells themselves to avoid a horrifying truth rather than accept what was actually going on around them.

And if she was in said lesbian **** erotica... what would happen if she tried to go off-script and leave the house? Would she even be allowed to? What if nothing existed outside her front door and she stepped outside into an endless void? Or if the writer got angry and punished her somehow? As ridiculous at it would sound to a rational person, these felt like very real fears to Andrea, in a way almost more so than any punishment her mom might deal out for disobeying her order to stay home.

Speaking of which, it sounded like her mom was beginning to wrap up her conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. Andrea's window of time to sneak out of the house before her mom could stop her was rapidly shrinking. She had to make a decision now.