The Endangered Gender

“Argh!” I complained as the morning sunlight shone through the window and steadily beat away at his eyelids. I rolled over and muttered to the sun, “I hate you.” I lay there for a moment in gloomy silence. I was a light sleeper and knew that now that I was awake, I might as well get up. Sighing heavily, I rolled back my blankets and sat up, stretching. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and saw the notification on the front: INTERVIEW TODAY!! I grinned happily to myself, finally I had a chance at a decent job!

I set about getting ready for the day, humming happily to myself. I checked the time and rolled my eyes… way too early to be up, of course, “Thank you very much Mr. Sun…” I grumbled, but then immediately smiled and shrugged it off. Nothing was going to put a damper on my mood today!

I moved into the hallway from my room and took a look up and down, no one was up. I reminded himself to be quiet, I did not wish to wake up any of my 3 sisters or either of my parents this early in the morning. I was usually the first one up due to my room being on the east side of the house and everyone else sleeping either in the basement or in a room that the sun didn’t bless with its early presence at ungodly hours. This was usually for the best, I guaranteed myself bathroom time as even though we had two bathrooms, sharing with many females was not my favorite thing to do.

I happily made my way into the nearest bathroom and stripped down until my smile was all I was wearing. Then I started the shower and while it was warming, brushed my teeth. I got into the shower and quickly washed up, then got out, dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I finished getting ready and quietly opened the door, hoping to avoid making much noise.

I moved down the hallway on tip toes back to my room and shut the door softly behind me.

“Hmm! Pink or Blue!?” I wondered to myself as I put the shirts up against my chest. I decided on the Blue, I liked the shirt better than the pink one, the fabric was much nicer. Then I slipped into some dress pants and reminded myself to tuck the shirt in! I checked myself out in the mirror and thought, “Alllright, looking good buddy!” I winked at myself. Today was going to be a good day.

I took the hallway down to the kitchen and was surprised to see Mom there ahead of me. Sitting at the kitchen counter, she was sipping at a cup of coffee.

“I hope I didn’t wake you Mom.” I walked over to the fridge and opened it, peering inside. No leftovers, figures. All my sisters were night owls, there was no chance they had left me any of the pizza from last night as they usually came to the kitchen long after I was in bed to grab a snack.

Mom mumbled something under her breath along the lines of, “It’sh no problem hunny.” He noted the slight speech impediment and concluded she was drunk. She was always drunk. It was then he also noticed the disheveled look to her, the bathrobe she was wearing was only very loosely done up and as she shifted in on her stool one of her breasts swung visibly loose. Mom had always been an alcoholic, though a very pleasant one to be fair. The same was true for her Mom… and her Mom… and so on. She was slightly self conscious about it, but that didn’t seem to stop her. Despite her habit, she was well kept and for her age (she had just turned 48 this year) she was really quite a looker!

I sighed at her, considering for a short second whether to let her know her breast was out on display when I was jostled to the side and slightly into the fridge.

“Oh! Sorry bud!” Another attractive older woman winked and smiled at me as she made her way over to Mom. She was wearing some loose pajama pants and that was it. She kissed Mom and fondled her breast and wished her a good morning. This brought a big smile to Mom’s face and a smaller one to my own. “Morning Mother.” I said as I backed up a little and, with a slight sigh, selected the milk jug and brought it to the kitchen counter.

Mother and Mom were absolutely meant for each other. They made each other’s days in a way that I sincerely hoped I could do for someone (and them for me) one day. It seemed like no matter what kind of day one was having, the other would simply enhance it.

Mom was about 5 foot 7 inches tall with long brown hair that drifted at about just below breast-height. Her breasts were elegant and hung a little lower due to age and children. She had a slight beer belly but wasn’t overly on the rotund side. She had light blue eyes, very round hips, was sporting a rather larger bottom and a nice smile with full lips.

As she saw me place the milk on the counter, Mother reached up on the high shelf to grab the cereal down (Cinnamon Toast Crunch, which she knew was my favorite) and slid it down the counter to me. I grinned at her as I caught it and reached into the nearest cupboard where the bowls were located.

“Catch!” I heard Mother say and turned to see a spoon flipping over towards me. I reached out and caught it easily with the hand that wasn’t holding my bowl and smirked at her. She smirked back at me and sniffed her approval, turning to grab a cup of coffee out of the machine.

Mother was a solid 6 foot 1 inch with curly dirty blonde hair that hung down to her shoulders. She was in amazing shape as her job was a running coach at the local gym. She was also carrying a nice sized pair of breasts (slightly smaller than Mom’s) and they hung a bit higher as well (due to the fact that Mom carried all the children). Mother was quite different from Mom in many ways, she was not only slimmer and taller, but had slightly more muscle mass (especially in her legs!), thinner lips, smaller ass and dark brown eyes. She also had a penis and testicles in addition to her vagina.