`Note: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.
The Day After Christmas:
My mother's alarm chimes away. We startle awake. She reaches over and slams the snooze button, then returns to her spot, cuddled up to me. I'll never get over how amazing it feels to have every inch of her bare skin against mine.
The snooze wears off, she groans a little as she turns over to shut the alarm off, lying on her back now. I finally open my eyes and look over at her. The sheet had slipped down, revealing her full, luscious breasts. I can't help but stare. Those button nipples just begging to be sucked.
But, not too much later, she finally gets up. She gently shakes me a little, making sure that I'm up, before leaning over and giving my cheek a deep kiss. We share a smile, and as she turns to head to the bathroom, I get up and follow, my morning wood leading the way, my eyes locking in on her cute butt.
As soon as I enter behind her, she quickly turns around, "Uh uh uh, mister! I know I said I'm good with this very
casual
dress code, but we need some boundaries, ok? I have my bathroom, you have yours. We're not getting that casual, hon." She says as she grabs my shoulders, turning me around, then smacking my behind, kicking me out of her ensuite. She chuckles a little before closing the door behind me.
I smile to myself. I'm going to really enjoy this rekindled dynamic we now have. Other than the moments where I know she's getting herself off, there's no longer any need to creep on her, trying to see her naked. She's going to be bearing it all, right in front of me, all day every day for the foreseeable future.
My face starts to hurt, I'm smiling so much, then I feel the strain down below and remember that I have to piss, like time now! I quickly make my way to my bathroom and relieve myself. After a few shakes, I just jump into the shower to get ready to head over to Aunt Ev's for our family Christmas.
...
Now dressed, in my good jeans with a red button up, sleeves rolled up a bit, Pop's watch on my left wrist, and smelling good, I walk into mom's room and notice she's still in her bathroom. I knock, "Hey mom, I'm heading downstairs. How much longer you gonna be?"
She yells through the door, "I'm gonna be a bit, baby. Why don't you work on getting breakfast going. There's sausage and eggs in the fridge, and I think there's still some bread from Carol in the pantry." (Carol runs the thrift store across the street from mom's boutique, and bakes some
damn
good bread!).
"Alright, can do! You need anything else?" I reply.
"Nah. Just finishing up. I'll be down in ten or so."
"You got it." I respond as I turn back towards the hallway.
...
Four slices of bread rolling through the toaster oven, about a dozen sausage links sizzling on the skillet, and six eggs scrambling in the pan. The butter and raspberry jam on the table, with napkins and silverware, and a couple glasses for juice when the food gets served. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.
"Oh wow! This is a weird role reversal!" I hear mom say as she turns into the kitchen.
I turn to meet her and chuckle. She's still rocking her birthday suit. But her dark hair is down and curled, her skin looks like she just had an all-day spa treatment, glowing, smooth, freshly shaved and trimmed, and she has on just a little make up: some eyeliner, mascara, and a dark, red matte lipstick.
"Well..." I look down at myself, then back at her with a smirk, "how 'bout that?"
"It's weird! You've been the naked one at breakfast for over a month, and now..." She tosses her hands up in faux offense, "now you're dressed to the nines. And now
I'm
the naked one at breakfast! Unghhh!" she groans, again, as if she's offended. "You men and your wishy-washy ways." She states as she stomps her way toward the fridge, back handing my shoulder on the way. I quickly take in the sight of her tits as they start swinging with her stomps.
"Well, hey I can fix that, ya know!" I say as I reach for the top button of my shirt.
She looks at me with a narrow glare, pursing her lips. "Just plate the food..." she starts, closing the fridge, OJ in hand, "textile!" She darts her tongue out at me before heading toward the breakfast nook.
Now it's my turn to be fake offended...while also gazing at that nice, pear-shaped butt of hers, "Humph! W(h)ell,
sorry
the updated dress code hasn't hit the bulletin board yet, miss nudie patootie!" I place my fists on my hips for the full, dramatic effect.
"Pff-ha!" she cracks up, almost spilling the OJ as she's filling her glass. Tits jiggling as she laughs. She looks up at me as if that was the most ridiculous thing I've ever said, "Aaand that's the last time you use that pet name! Also, do we even own a bulletin board?" she asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I glance up at her as I plate the food for us.
"Oh my god, you're such a goofball!" she says, rolling her eyes, but cracking a smile.
As she sits down, I slide the plate of breakfast-y goodness on the table in front of her. After taking a sip of her juice, she asks, "Do I still have that bottle of malibu in the cupboard, hon?"
I give her a side-eye glance, "Malibu? Mom, it's not even ten."
"Baby, hush. Your aunt probably doesn't have much in the way of booze, let alone share it with anyone. So, no harm in pre-gaming, especially if I'm going to make it through another one of
these
good 'ole fashioned Christmas get togethers." she says, rolling her eyes again.
Reluctantly, I grab the bottle for her. She beams.
"Mmm. Thank you, sweetie!" she says, blowing me a kiss.
I roll my eyes and smile at her. "You're lucky you're making me drive today."
"You say that as if I hadn't planned it this way, hon." She states, giving me a devilish grin.
I chuckle as she stirs the coconut rum into her OJ.
...
After breakfast, we clean up a little bit and get the dishes and gifts ready to load into the car. I start getting my boots and coat on, but mom apparently had other plans. She unlocks the car, with the fob pointed out the window, then grabs a few gift bags, and walks right out the front door.
