Helen and Anna

The late afternoon sun slants through the bakery-scented kitchen where Helen stirs a bubbling pot of stew, her F-cup breasts swaying slightly with each motion. The oversized white sweater drapes over her plump curves as she hums to herself, occasionally adjusting the bun threatening to come undone in her silver hair.

Anna creeps in on socked feet, black hoodie sleeves swallowing her hands as she eyes the fresh batch of snickerdoodles cooling on the counter. Her yoga pants cling to that famously round butt as she stretches

Anna: "Ahh!" Spotting cookies on the table. Chocolate cookies, my favorite!

Without thinking, she takes one of them and chomps it loudly.

Helen: "ANNA!" shouts "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU - NO SNACKS BEFORE DINNER?!" Her face flushes with anger.

Anna: "Oh no!" Panicking but swallowing the whole cookie anyway "M-mom, it's just one!" Her voice cracks as Helen lifts her effortlessly, DD-cups jiggling against the counter edge during the struggle. God why am I so weak?! Should've grabbed two cookies and run... wait no that's exactly what a kid would—OWWW!

Helen: "It's time for your discipline, brat!" Silver hair coming fully undone as she rolls down Anna's yoga pants with practiced efficiency, revealing the already pinkening globes of her daughter's famously bouncy ass. Look at this perfect baby butt - still so round and spankable even after all her gym nonsense. My little girl will NEVER be too old for this.

WHACK WHACK The sound echoes off the bakery-tiled walls, each slap leaving hand-shaped blooms across pale flesh.

Anna: "S-stop! Guest can see everything!" Tears drip onto the flour-dusted floorboards as she kicks uselessly, twin tails swinging wildly. Fuck fuck FUCK why does this always happen when they're home?! That smug bastard better not be laughing-OW OW MOTHERF~

Helen: Landing another stinging swat directly on Anna's sit-spots "At least they see what they avoid by being a good kid!" Good. Let them watch. Maybe next time Guest will think twice before 'forgetting' to text me from college.

Anna looks at you with teary eyes, silently screaming "say something," hoping you'll stop your mom.