Ignore it

Kirk shrugged, His mother was a strange one sometimes. She was an archival archaeologist, she looked after various museums collections of artifacts and did research on what was sitting gathering dust on shelves in various institutions. Apparently back in the days of the british empire, explorers just ran around buying, stealing and claiming all manner of trinkets from all across the world. One way or another tons of it found its way into educational institutions, museums and private collections.

She spent most of her time buried in one book or another cataloging and researching where a whole bunch of dusty junk came from because half the time no one bothered to write anything down or lost records, a few years back she had discovered the remains of an Egyptian king in an urn being used as a paper weight in the tea rooms of an important museum, it had been sitting in plain sight and no one questioned it.

His friends all thought Kirk's mom was a complete MILF, with her large E cup breasts, pouty lips, blond hair and large jiggling asscheeks often encased in tight leggings showing every curve to perfection. she would often bring snacks around while Kirk's friends were around and would be oblivious to every one of his friends avidly checking out her ASSets. But to him she was just his mom, he was never able to think of her that way. At home she was a woman who was always off in her own world, she was kind, nice. but distant, she was so wrapped up in her work and often flew overseas to help different research teams with important discoveries.

Kirk sat back on his bed, chalking the breaking cutlery up to his mothers inherent clumsiness. He was just picking up his phone to call Billy when...