Breakfast with mom

RING! RING! RING!

I slowly open my eyes, and I notice the sun is barely up. The inane squealing of the alarm clock disturbs me from what should have been another nice 30 minutes of rest. Why the hell is it set so early? Then I remember and I instantly shoot out of bed. Checking my phone, I confirm that it wasn’t actually a dread, and I did actually have a magic app on my phone somehow. With a new vigor, I shutdown my many sequential alarms, one every 5 minutes, dress myself and head downstairs.

I see my mom standing in front of the stove frying a couple eggs. She’s wearing a simple white blouse, and despite her innocuous dress I can’t help but stare at her impressive chest through the fabric. As she scraps her spatula along the frying pan, I notice a small amount of jiggle in her breasts, and she looks up to see me coming down the stairs. I quickly bring my gaze up to her face, and note her loose hair falling over her face. She is so beautiful, her long eyebrows highlighting soft glowing eyes, and thick red lips rolling out a sweet note.

“Morning Dave, didn’t expect to see you up this early. You want me to cook some eggs for you?” She has a warm smile on her face, seemingly just happy to see me around at this hour. It’s true, this is rather uncharacteristic of me, as I usually sleep in as long as I can get away with. This is a full hour before I got up yesterday even, although that was rather late exception. To her, this was more time to spend together, which she always appreciated in her busy life.

“Yea sure mom, thanks!” I call back and continue to the table. I knew I’d be appreciating this time together, but for far less innocent reasons. Double-checking my phone to confirm I had actually bought the command, and I take a moment to work up my courage. Finally, I stand up and walk towards my mother, staring at her ass as it fills out the sweatpants of her morning lounge-wear. It looks perfect, each cheek standing firm with the pants hugging the curves closely. She bends over a little bit to reach over the stovetop, inadvertently pushing her ass out invitingly. This is when I finally work up the courage to lightly slap her ass and continue walking past her.

Mom instantly freezes. Oh shit, did I fuck up? This isn’t good. She stands still and turns her head to me. “What did you just do?” she asks. Her face is a mix of fury and confusion. Her mouth hangs open with her eyes wide, yet she doesn’t say anything. What’s going on?

Dave’s mom was happily cooking some eggs for her son when she felt his hand come down lightly on her ass. She pauses for what felt like ages to her. Did her son really just slap her ass!? He had to, there was no way that wasn’t deliberate. Fury starts building inside her, he cannot disrespect her like that, the little pervert! She turns to chew him out, give him her mind and send him upstairs in shame. However, to her shock, rather mellow words fall out of her mouth.

“What did you just do?” What! That was NOT what she was going to say! She desperately tried to find the words to scream at him, but nothing would come out. Her mouth only hung open with her eyes wild, and she saw the confused look on her sons face.

What’s going on, did he really just do that? Do something about it! You can’t just let him get away with it!

But she could only stare with mouth gaping as she saw her son’s face reach a realization.

I’m an idiot! I never changed the awareness settings on the app! I guess it saved what I had from Ms. Lia and applied it to mom. Stupid app! I really didn’t want to torment my mom like this! But…looking at her struggling inside is really, really hot. I can indulge myself for now, and hopefully changing the awareness setting changes her memories. Either way, no consequences, right?

“I slapped your ass.” I say with utter confidence, smiling at her and staring her right in the eyes.

Mom is confused, angry, and frustrated. All she can muster is a quiet “Watch your language.” before returning to the stove. She’s obviously tormented by what just happened, but for the life of her she can’t do anything to punish me for my actions! Damn. I can’t imagine what it’s like inside her head right now. Feeling emboldened, I walked back behind her and wind up to give her a hell of a smack.

“OH!” she cries. I probably overdid it, but seeing her sexy ass right there for the taking meant I could barely hold myself back. Mom is clearly in distress, but is doing her best to focus on cooking, and amid her internal turmoil I just watch as her booty bounces around from my slap. I take several more shots at her ass, and mom’s face turns red as she struggles from the inside, questioning why she can’t retaliate against the **** coming from her own son. Damn, I was really lying to myself about not tormenting my mom didn’t I? I really hope changing the app settings fixes this.

“Ok Dave….The eggs are ready.” She says with a short breath. I give her booty one final slap and head to the table. With a completely red face, mom brings over the pan and scoops off two eggs onto my plate, and I give her a pat on the ass as she turns away. Taking a seat across from me, she keeps looking down at her food, with only quick glances at my face, avoiding my eyes. Damn, I probably overdid it. It seems like without consequence includes things such as mom just getting mad at me, or at least expressing it.

I take out my phone and open her tab in Custom Girl. Alongside User can slap her ass without consequence I see that the aware tabs for both the mom and others are checked off. Damn, this could have gotten awkward if Alice had come downstairs. I quickly uncheck both awareness boxes, and mom suddenly lights up like a huge burden has been lifted.

“So honey, anything special going on at school today?” Just like that, back to a completely normal morning. I just happened to have spanked my mom’s ass repeatedly. This app is amazing! After a few minutes of small talk, I decide to try an experiment.

“Hey mom, can I slap your ass?” I attempt to say it innocently, but it’s really hard. This is such a surreal thing to be happening, but mom’s response wouldn’t indicate that.

“Watch your language! And no, not right now honey, I need to finish eating.” She goes back to her food as if this is the most normal thing in the world. This is so weird, but I fucking love it. Eventually, she goes upstairs and changes into her business attire, and comes to give me a hug. As we’re hugging, I give her a hard slap on her ass, getting a small yelp from her, but out of nowhere she pushes me away.

“What was that young man!” She yells at me. Shit, what now?

“I just slapped your…butt! That’s ok right?” I really need to figure out how to navigate these new rules to my life. Why aren’t things ok right now?

“Yes, you can slap my butt, but that was more than a slap. You can’t just leave your hand there! I’m you’re mother!” Oh, so that’s what it is. A slap is ok, but feeling her up more, even just a little bit, isn’t.

“I’m sorry mom, I just meant it to be a slap. I won’t do it again I promise!”

“It’s ok honey, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.” She pulls me into a hug, and thankfully she can’t see the massive grin on my face. I take the opportunity to spank her a few more times.

“OH! Yes, like that, that’s fine.” She pulls away and goes to rub her now sore behind. “I’ll be home around six, I’ll see you then.” I then send her on the way with one final smack. I could get used to this. I wonder if I could stretch the definition of slapping her ass, but for now I probably shouldn’t push my luck if a slight linger will set her off.

Across town, Ms. Lia struggled through her morning. Being **** to go to sleep topless, she woke and attempted to confine herself as she had yesterday. After spending more than 20 minutes in front of her closet, a pile of sweaters and shirts lay on the floor behind her as she remained standing there with her tits out. Try as she might, the moment a shirt that covered her cleavage went on, her hands pulled it off and refused to pick it back up. At least she had found a suitable bra, although this one may be worse than no bra. Way in the back of her underwear draw was a deep red, lacy, push-up bra that made her “funbags” look nearly twice as large and perky. Totally inappropriate for school, but after 10 minutes or searching she took when she could get. Looking at her “hooters” in the mirror, she hated the way it put her on display, but scowled when she saw this was the first time her hands made her keep an article of clothing on.

Looking back to her shirts, it looked like her options were a button-up that wasn’t fully buttoned-up, or something with a hugely plunging neckline. Feeling that leaving buttons undone would look worse, she opts for a long-sleeve white shirt with a deep v-neck that goes down to below her nipples. Normally she’d wear something under this, but not today and maybe not ever again. This shirt left a deep view of her cleavage, amplified by the push-up bra, and left nothing to the imagination as it stuck to the contours of her tits.

In a last-ditch effort to stay out of sight, Ms. Lia sat on her couch and turned on the TV. She sat there until quarter of seven, when suddenly she felt herself get lifted off her ass by a stranger’s legs. Her traitorous legs strutted confidently to slip on her shoes, swaying her ass as she walked slowly with grace, in spite of the upper half that was in utter panic.

“No please, I don’t want to go, please let me just stay home and use a sick day. Please, please, I can’t go! Everyone will see my fat udders, I can’t do this! PLEASE!” She pleaded to her legs to no avail, as she stepped into her car and took off towards the school with her TV left on behind her.