You hear a door click shut along with a loud yawn. You go to start washing the dishes from cooking the food as your mom sits down and begins to eat breakfast. You feel an urge inside you to make conversation rise, as you try to keep your mouth shut to no avail,"how'd you sleep kiddo?". Your mom swallows some eggs and sausage and downs it with water, "aw thanks for asking, mom, I slept great, like a weights been lifted off my chest, if you know what I mean, by the way these eggs are delish." A real sense of pride rises up in your chest, "Aw thanks son, I appreciate it."
After your mom finishes their breakfast, they go to put the plate away in the sink, and turns away right before slapping your bare ass, causing your cheeks to jiggle, as you feel pain but also something else inside you. You want to yell and cuss her out, but you don't feel any anger but instead you want to go with it cooing as you say, "ooh you know you can't touch mommy that hard". He begins to laugh as he says, "oh so I can't touch you so long as it's more gentle? I'll take note of that". He walks into the living room and goes through his phone, your ass now with a red hand mark.