"Same old dream again"i mutter to myself as i get out of bed. i head over to the closet to grab some clothes and get dressed. heading downstairs. i temperarally stop by my sister Sarah's room. i look through the crack in the door way. i noticed she had to have already been up. so i headed down. surely enough there she was. First thing i saw as i sorta looked her up and down before she noticed. was that she was in some knee high socks. they covered her beautiful (almost beteween pale and tanned legs). next thing i noticed was her Ass. her shorts seemed to curve perfectly with her ass. when she turned to see who it was. i was able to see her beautiful face but not before i glanced at her boobs."oh Hey Jake" she said as i walked into the kitchen. me and her had always gotten along well most of the time except when it came to one of us getting something the other didn't or couldn't get."Hey"i said still alittle sleepy. i made my way over to the counter getting a bowl out of the. Two hours later, I returned home, ready to celebrate my birthday. The only thing that bugged me was, mother didn't seem to notice the difference between one of my modern oven wonders and this trite effigy to a woman's place in the home. She had two helpings. I carved a narrow slice but couldn't swallow more than a few bites of it's sawdust like consistency. I begged baker's snacking as an excuse for being full. I did notice mom's extra helpings of whipped cream and ice cream with each slice. Perhaps she was just being polite.That's when she pulled out the condom. Shit, I exclaimed to myself as I entered my room. I poisoned my own mother with fossilized cake mix! All those chemical stabilizers and texturizers and artificial flavors and colors must have combined into a hella-psychoactive drug! I'd better call the doctor!Right, and tell her what? Mommy's acting like a sourpuss? She's delirious, under the influence of bad cake? I'd hate the see the doctor's bill for that emergency phone.
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