You slowly opened your eyes, stretching and looking over at the time.
"Ah, shoot," you said as you realized your alarm had passed. You quickly threw on clothes and got ready for school before sprinting out into the kitchen. In the kitchen, your older sister Kira sat finishing some fruit and yogurt. She was a senior in high school, wearing a crop top that barely covered her large breasts and tight jean shorts over her long legs. She was a pain in your ass, always putting you in compromising situations for her own amusement, but also your ride to school.
"There you are, pipsqueak," she said, somewhat amicably, somewhat teasing, "You'd better hurry up or I'm leaving you behind."
"You'd better not, dear," you heard from behind you, and you turned to see your mother walking in behind you.
Your mother Emily was much like your sister except a little older and a little shorter. She held slightly more weight around the hips and breasts, giving her some curves, and causing most of her clothes, which she still tended to buy in her old sizes, to look practically painted on her. She joked that it helped motivate her to keep in shape, something she always tried to do with frequent exercise. You could see her nipples poking through her thin top now, likely meaning she wasn't wearing a bra. Emily always said it was because bras were uncomfortable, but you reckoned it was because she couldn't find ones that fit her prodigious chest anymore. You loved your mother, for the most part, and she had always done her best to care for you, but unfortunately, she was also a bit of a ditz at times, and at others did baby you too much.
It took you a second to realize she was being a bit of a dork right now, and by the time you noticed, her large foot was looking menacingly over you.
"Mom, wait!" You shouted.
Your mother saw you below her and quickly shifted so her foot came down behind you, leaving you trapped between her open legs, and her momentum meant she had to take another step, narrowly missing you with her other foot. You began to relax until you heard her cry out, and you turned to see your mother's butt, covered only by extremely tight leggings, come bearing toward you. You tried to run, but it was too late, you being crushed under her rear.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear!" Emily cried out.
She quickly stood and picked you up, cradling you to her chest like a baby.
"Are you okay, James, baby?"
You blushed with embarrassment, and it didn't help that your sister was laughing her head off.
"I'm fine. Please put me down, Mom."
Emily reluctantly set you down, and you walked your slightly bruised body over to a step stool, which you used to climb up onto the counter and make some toast. As it finished, Kira came up behind you, grabbing you.
"Hey! Set me down!" You cried out.
"We have to go!" Kira replied, "Bye Mom!"
You grumbled but let Kira take you, knowing that she purposely was trying to humiliate you but there was no use fighting it. She set you down when you got to the car, and you hopped in, unfortunately in the back, since you were too small to sit in the front still (much to Kira's amusement). Then Kira began to drive you to school.
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