As usual, the unexpected happens.

*Hey, anyone remember me? Yeah, me either! It's been what... two years now? Honestly, I'd kinda forgotten this website existed, including all the fun stories I left in the dust. Sorry for that everyone. Life has been... hoo boy, life has not been kind.*

*But I've sprung back. Got a house of my own, living comfortably, a good full time job... things are finally on an upswing, and seeing how much you enjoyed my writing from ages ago made me want to try starting it back up. So... let's see if I can still do this, yeah? Lessee if ol' Mama Spookity still has any horny mojo left in her.*

*The Hiatus officially ends now!*

Some nebulous amount of time later, you hear the front door open. Seems your mother and sister found their way home, already bringing their loud, energetic chatter in with them. Ugh, what time is it... you're not built for naps. Your bones creak as you tug the stiffness from them, rolling over onto your back. You let your arm flop about, trying to find your discarded phone, palming it and checking the time. A couple of hours have passed... surely Mom and Theresa weren't out jogging for two hours straight? Theresa might, but your poor mother would probably croak at her currently level. She was already winded before when you—

Mm. Right. Gonna just shelve those thoughts into the back again, thank you very much.

Rolling and tossing yourself off he bed, you make your way downstairs to see what the bubbly fuss is all about. The unexpectedly long nap seems to have done you some good, as you feel refreshed and surprisingly in control. Even as the two ladies meet you gaze, still dressed in their exercise attire, you aren't crippled by anxious sexual energy. Your heated fap before must have taken the edge off, for now. The three of you greet each other with smiles, Theresa ruining your third shirt of the day with a sweaty hug.

"Agh, geez Tess, could you at least towel off first??" You sound mad, but the grin on your face denies it as you chuckle along with your sister.

"Pssh, you weren't worried about sweat last night, Bubby."

"I wasn't dressed last night, sis," you quickly retort. Both ladies raise their eyebrows at you, but Theresa can't beat that one, resigning with a bobbling nod and a shrug. Mom just turns pink, as expected, clearing her throat and throwing her towel at Theresa, who squeaks in surprise. Dabbing herself off, Theresa stays close to you, bumping her shoulder to yours.

"Bubby, help me on this! Mom thinks she's over the hill." She pouts indignantly, eyes peering over at your mother, who just tosses her hands up.

"The big Four-Oh is coming up soon, dear. Let your Mom feel old, would you?" She tried to chuckle her sins away, but her kids weren't having it.

"Absolutely not," you say firmly. "We've talked about this so many times, Mom, honestly. You're still as peppy and lovely as you've ever been. Right, sis?"

"Right!" Theresa gives you a fist bump while Mom gets double teamed by her children's love. "You're gorgeous, Mom, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, especially yourself! Age is just a number."

"It's a pretty big number though," sighs Mom. "It might be easy for you kids to jump around and run for miles and carry on, but it takes a lot out of me these days."

"You're just out of practice, is all." Theresa nods as you continue. "We've only been exercising for what, a week? Getting into shape takes time, and we'll all be the better for it. Just you wait, you'll be tip top in no time and outpacing us on the jogs!"

A soft chuckle leaves Mom, making her chest wobble a bit. "You sure do have a lot of faith in me, young man. Should I start looking for you at that fantasy bar, now?"

"Only if I get to see you, too, young lady." You both share another laugh as Theresa stares between you, utterly lost.

"I'm sorry, fantasy bar? What bar? Are you two going out places without me??"

“No, no, it’s just a hypothetical Gavin was using to try and cheer me up. This little casanova seems to think that I could still snatch up a man if I were to go out on the town.”

“I still think that, no doubt.” You aren’t about to back down now. If there’s any bully you could stand up to, totally ready to throw hands, it’s your mother’s dwindling self-esteem. “A nice dress, a little lipstick, and that cute smile of yours? Men would be walking away from their dates to keep eyes on you.” As usual, your positivity washes over your mom, claimed as she is, as if getting a teasing pulse of a warm massage.

“G-Gavin, honey…” Mom looks to her daughter for backup, having briefly forgotten that Tess is totally on your side. Theresa rides along your flattery train, doubling down.

“He’s right, Mom, definitely! You’ve got a killer bod that most twenty-somethings can’t manage! When was the last time you gave yourself a good look in a mirror?”

“A ‘killer bod,’ you say. Way to dig up the eighties for old Mom.” Tess is being sincere, but she seems to lack the tact and literal emotional projection you do, her words not hitting home quite the same way. No problem though, you have miles of praise to take this train on.

“Y’know, we could go prove it.”

Tess and Mom look at you. Beat.

“Why don’t we all go out sometime? Doesn’t have to be a bar, per se, but why don’t we dress up nice and make an evening of it? Maybe dinner?” You’ve been all about the evidence ever since you gained your mysterious claiming powers, so why not give some out for a change? If your mother can see firsthand how much attention her sumptuous curves can get for her, how will she be able to refute you any further?

“I’m down! Hundo-percento!” Tess takes Mom’s hands, twinkling like paparazzi cameras. “And we could go shopping! Why not get something new and exciting for it? Aww, maybe we could get matching outfits! Wouldn’t that be cute??”

“I, ah…well…?” Mom is losing ground at a breakneck pace, unable to resist the pounding pressure of both her kids’ eagerness to assuage her woes. “Actually… I think that’s a lovely idea, kids. A fun night together with my two wonderful babies? What more could a mother ask for?”

“Aaaaand we’ll turn every head in the place, all three of us struttin’ in with new clothes!” Theresa waggles her eyebrows with enough saucy gusto that you’re a tad jealous of her facial muscle control “You’ll be the sexiest mom on the block!”

“Not so sure about that, hun, but I’ll still enjoy the evening.”

“You’ll see, Mom,” you assure her. “I don’t think there’s anyone or anything you couldn’t have if you wanted it.”

“Even G—”

“Hush.” Theresa’s voice vanishes from your curt order, your sister now mime-yelling at you in utter, comical silence. After you get a good snicker from it, you relent. “You can speak again, but don’t finish that sentence.” Rather than say anything immediately, Tess huffs at your authoritative moment.

“I’ve missed this,” Mutters your mother. “You two getting along, goofing off together. I hadn’t noticed those days were gone until they came back. What a lucky mom I am.”

“So,” Tess chimes in, “You’ve got a date with Penny and a date with us? Swingin’ for the fences, Bubby?”

“It’s not a date—”

“It’s TOTALLY a date! Just ‘cause it’s with your sister and your mom, both of whom you own I might remind you, doesn’t make it any less of a date! C’mon Bubby, you’ve got two super hot ladies wanting to spend the evening with you! Let it be as awesome as it sounds!”

Y’know what? She’s right. You nod a bit, relenting with a wry smile. “Alright fine, it’s a date. Happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” You and your sister stick your tongues out at one another, remaining silly while your mother dismisses herself to… consider that she’s technically going on a date sometime soon.

With you. Her son. Her owner.