UAM/Joseph Wade Joins Breakfast in the Nude

'If I have the power to act without the worry of retaliation', Joseph thinks, 'then I should abandon all my inhibitions. And my clothes while I'm at it.' He smirks at Sage as he tosses his boxers away, "I don't need to worry about getting dressed then, do I?"

Sage nods in affirmation. That was enough reassurance for Joseph to step out of his room with his erection on full display. From the sound of it, his sister was still in her room. Busting in would be an option, but his stomach grumbles to encourage him forward down the stairs. The smell of freshly made waffles leaing him down. From the stairs, he turns to his right and into the kitchen where his mother and food awaited. Hearing him enter, she looks up from the stove where she was cooking and smiles widely. Her eyes move down his nude body to his erection and Joseph flinches, waiting for her to snap at him.

"Someone's energetic this morning," Samantha playfully says with a bit of a song in her voice. "Reminds me of your father. I've made a serving already, I'll make two more servings, then see if anyone wants more." With that explained, Samantha sets the serving down on the center of the table before looking back to the waffle iron.

Once Joseph realized what was going on, his half-hard cock went to full erection as his excitement skyrocketed. What little doubt had remained was evaporated in that moment and Joseph let his mind rush to the possibilities. He could rip his mother's clothes off then and here, fuck her right on the table and turn her into a slobbering cock whor-

Ooo, did she add cinnamon to the waffles?

Joseph was sitting at the table and was prepping his waffles before he realized it. As he was brushing them with softened butter, he realized that perhaps he wasn't the crazed sex fiend that he read about or saw in porn videos. Which would probably be for the best. He kind of wanted his mother and sister to remain who they are, for the most part. Just more... open-minded. He thought also about the way his mother was speaking. No requests or tones of expectation. Just statements of act towards anything relating to him. She didn't even say she made some with the expectation that he would eat it. After all, it would be just as normal for him to use the waffles as Frisbee as it was to eat it to her now. Not that he would waste good food like that.

Still, there was something he wanted to do with her now. Give her a proper look over. With his power, he could take his time openly staring at her figure lustfully.

For her age, she was built beautifully. With a tall, slender build with long, toned legs descending from a firm ass that is accentuated by the tight leggings she's wearing right now. Her waist is modestly slender below a heavy rack of honeydew-sized breasts that he wanted to bury his face in. Her shoulder-length hair, black and smooth, tied back in a loose ponytail, and her makeup is subtle but accentuates her natural beauty. Her movements are graceful and fluid as she cooks breakfast, and her toned arms flex as she lifts pots and pans. All in all, his mother was absolutely beautiful.

The best start, Joseph now figured, is some honesty. "You know..." Joseph started, pouring syrup on his waffle, "Your tits are amazing. You're probably the hottest woman I've ever seen."

Samantha smiled, "Well thank you, Joseph. That was sweet of you to say. They really are amazing, aren't they." She giggled while lightly bouncing them and continued, "You can stare at my breasts all you want, but your waffles will soon be cold." She sets down a plate of waffles in Catherine's usual spot and calls out, "Catherine! Come and eat!" There was a clear difference in tone, Joseph was certain now. Her tone calling out to Catherine was a clear and concise motherly demand.

"I'm coming," Joseph's sister calls back, the sound of the toilet flushing following. A few moments later, Joseph's younger sister walks down the steps with a mess of bedhead, wearing just a t-shirt and panties. Something he now openly ogled at rather than just glanced at before. He got a good look at the fabric covering her crotch as she pulls her chair out and takes a seat. As she begins prepping her waffles, she looks over at Joseph and notices that he was naked, glancing down at his erection. She looks for just a moment before returning to her breakfast with a disinterested expression. Seems his sister wasn't too keen on his manhood. For now.

But the situation did give him all the time he could want to look Catherine over now that he doesn't risk anything in doing so. Her long, auburn hair frames her heart-shaped face, which is adorned with long, thick eyelashes and soft lips. Her build is petite and slender, with a small waist and delicate features. Only lemon sized compared to her mother but she had the hint of curves to show what is to come. That she was sitting in just panties and a t-shirt gave Joseph a great chance to look at her thighs and up towards her crotch with abandon. He ended up lightly stroking himself with his free hand while looking her over. The situation was just intoxicating. "Glad I decided to be nude today, much more comfortable with an erection."

"I would imagine so," Samantha said as she set her plate down at the table, "But someone else doesn't have that issue." Samantha's tone was firm and clear as she looks at Catherine, "You aren't a child anymore, Catherine, so you should dress appropriately. Put on a pair of shorts at the very least." His sister rolls her eyes in annoyance but doesn't argue against it which is enough for Samantha to consider the matter closed.

Maybe it's time for Joseph to be the man of the house, he ponders. He could set the dress code and the proper behaviors that his family should have or just put an end to their inhibitions and resistances and make them as perverted as he was. How should he go about doing it? And should it wait for breakfast?

• Lets take it slow and eat first, put this conversation on hold until after breakfast.