Breakfast with Mom

"Come on, you're gonna be late for school if you don't get moving!" Came the voice of my Mom, walking over to my bed in her yoga outfit.

Though bleary-eyed and tired, I noticed my morning wood and scrambled to sit up straight. "What happened to knocking!?"

"I knocked three times, I wouldn't have to barge in if you'd get up on time. Now hurry up and get dressed, breakfast is downstairs when you're ready." She said before going to leave

She stopped in the doorway, turning her shoulders to look at me. "Well don't just sit there!"

"I'm not, Jesus! I was waiting for you to leave before getting up. I'm not decent, y'know?"

She oriented herself to face me properly. "What, are you scared Mommy's gonna see your penis? I've already seen everything you've got down there." She laughed

"Yeah, when I was like 10. You know this is different."

"How is it different? Morning wood? It's completely normal, son, I've seen an erection before."

I reflexively covered my crotch with my hands when she glanced at it, before deciding it wasn't really important.

"You know what? Whatever." I threw off my blanket and stood up.

I walked over to my closet to find a nice shirt, then back to my dresser for pants and the rest. When I offhandedly turned to the door, Mom was staring wide-eyed at my cock, mouth slightly lulled open. Okay Mom what the fuck? You said it wouldn't be weird, then you react like this? I pulled on some boxers and she looked up to see I'd caught her staring.

"W-well... maybe it is a little bit different. You know, you've grown into a fine young man, especially with how well you've taken care of your body..." She trailed off, avoiding direct eye contact

"Well you set a great example Mom, to be honest most of the time when people first see us together they assume you're my girlfriend." I tried to get back on track but ended up saying something weird

"Really? Your girlfriend, not your sister?" She said in a strange, almost expectant tone.

"Yeah, like some people know I have a sister, but they already know Anne. Everyone just assumes you're another student or something since you look so hot, I– I mean young..."

"Right... Breakfast is going to get cold. I'll see you downstairs."

What the fuck, I can't believe I said that, I'm so done. But she was staring at my cock... She hasn't had anyone in years... What am I thinking, I can't fuck my mom. I've been watching too much porn.

I finished getting dressed, attempting to hide my still present boner, and grabbed a quick charge from my electrical socket. When I went downstairs I expected some scrambled eggs, maybe fried if she had time, but instead found two omelettes accompanied by fresh bacon.

"Woah, how'd you have time for all this?"

"I don't have any appointments this morning, so I wanted to take my time and make you a nice, hearty breakfast." She explained

"Wow, thanks, um.. Sorry about earlier." I said, joining her at the table

"Don't be, it was– I see what you meant now. I'm sorry for rushing you."

"Well, someone has to, right?" With a laugh we started talking over our meal, and things seemed normal again, save for my rushing through the food.

After I finished eating, I quickly moved to the door, but Mom briefly stopped me before I left. She gave me a nice kiss, and waved me off. "Have a good day at school!"

I briskly walked to my stop where a few other students already waited, and the bus came in less than a minute. I thought back to my plans for Mother's Day, how I wanted to reveal myself.

How do I ease her into it? Maybe if I imply that I'm gay or something first it'll surprise her less? No, that's stupid... I just need a good segue into mutanthood... I could ask her a hypothetical... "Hey, what would you do if you had superpowers? By the way I actually do." Something like that...

By the time I had a good sense of what to do, we had arrived at school. I went inside and prepared myself for a quick day of classes to cap off the week. School flew by as expected, completing assignments and chatting with my friends when I could, until 4th period. During my last class of the day, my English teacher Ms. Reese announced that we'd be getting a new transfer student next week, along with the usual fare of telling us to be nice and all that. I was surprised that someone actually would transfer so late in the year, but already started thinking of the possibilities.

Hopefully she'll be a redhead. Damn horny brain. She probably won't be interested in dating anyone... But if she is, I hope she's a redhead.

When I finally stopped daydreaming, class was already ending. I said goodbye to my friends and went to the buses to leave.

I had the house to myself when I got home, since Mom was out teaching a class. Being a yoga instructor, you wouldn't be surprised that she's in excellent shape, but her youth and vigor seemed almost supernatural at her age. Just from appearance, you'd probably guess she's in her twenties, when in reality it's her forties. Knowing she'd probably be booked up until the evening, I found myself with a bit of alone time. I did a quick workout and had some ice cream, my powers absorbing the calories perfectly. Seeing as I had privacy, I tried to figure out a good visual demonstration of my mutant abilities to show Mom.

Heat is pretty invisible, whether radiated or conducted. I'd need some kind of electronic device to really show electricity, and it would still be boring. I can't send something flying around the living room without the chance of breaking anything, so kinetic energy is out... I think I'll use fire, just as long as I don't burn anything.

While I knew I couldn't make a jet of fire or anything, igniting my palm was very doable, and reasonably safe. After testing it out, I decided I wanted something more dramatic. I messed around and accidentally lit a lampshade on fire for a second, but eventually found that with my hands together, I could spew a gout of flame that dissipated after a few feet. With my plans set I went about the rest of the day as usual, occasionally stocking up on energy, before going to bed.