You hurry down to breakfast.

You hurry down and fix yourself some cereal. Mrs. Anderson is already eating some waffles herself. She looks as beautiful as ever and the two of you make some small talk. While you're eating, Mr. Anderson comes in, looking fresh and relaxed and immaculately groomed. You are amazed at how composed he looks so soon after butt-fucking your mother and shudder at the memory. Belinda and Ethan join you all at the table and sit down.

Your mother comes down after, in a matching miniskirt and top you've never seen before. Again, your thoughts go back to her on her knees with her face pressed to the ground, moaning in pain from Mr. Anderson's tool up her butt. She sits down delicately and you notice her wince. Hmm, I wonder why, you think to yourself sardonically.

"You look a little sore, Rosalind," Belinda says with a smirk on her face. "I hope you didn't sleep badly."

"I'm fine, miss," your mother responds. "Thank you for your concern."

"Parker," Mrs. Anderson says, "Molly the chauffeur will drive the three of you to and from school."

After breakfast, everybody goes their separate ways. You're a bit slower than the others so you stay behind to finish. When you've finished up, you start off to join Ethan and Belinda. When you're in the hall, your mother stops you.

"Parker, I need to go on a business trip with Mr. Anderson's CFO so I'll be gone before you get back from school and for the next couple of days. Be nice to the Andersons and take care of yourself."

She hugs you and tilts her head up to give you a kiss and you smell what is obviously sperm on her breath.