Mom and I were eating breakfast when Nathan joined us. My bacon and sasuage omlete had been halfway devoured when Nathan sat do at the table. He wore a hoodie that, for all intents and purposes seemed to fit Natalia's figure with the exception of her enormous tits. At this point I wasn't sure if it was an outfit that came with Natalia when she entered my life and warped my reality like a blackhole, or if it was something Nathan had bought for himself. Neither would surprise me.
"Natalia, so nice of you to join us," she said, "can you fix her a plate?" Mom asked me directly.
I knew if I contested she'd chew me out, me so I obeyed without question. When mom, me and and any version of Natalia was in the room I was always demoted to a second class citizen, a servant for our forign guest.
"Thank you cousin," Nathan smiled.
I fixed Nathan a plate of french toast, mixed berries and bacon. Meanwhile my mom continued talking to her "neice."
"To be perfectly honest," mom continued, "I wasn't expecting to see you this morning. I couldn't but help noticing that you stayed up very late with your friend." The underwear model, Paul, he had become a favorite of Nathans. The other favorite was Henry, the son and manager of the night club Nathan went to every night he could. "It sounded like you two were up very late. Is he still here? We can cook some more for him."
"No need to," Nathan said, "he left after we fucked last night."
"Aw, such a shame you didn't have a real sleepover," mom shook her head. "I used to love them as a little girl."
Whatever reality warping aura Natalia's presence gave off, my mom would treat Nathan's hookups as if they were innocent sleep overs. Natalia was an a sweet innocent angel, despite Nathan's lewd antics, slutty attire, and language. Dad was in the same boat as mom, the SS Oblivious. And Nathan loved playing with their altered reality.
I sat the plate down infront of Nathan. "Thank you," he looked up me, "can I have a, how do you say, cafe?"
"I think she means coffee dear," my mom said. I knew what he meant, and I knew very well he was fucking with her, he literally asked her for a coffee yesterday.
"Co-fe?" Nathan pretended to stumble over his words.
"No, coffee."
"Co-ve?" Nathan repeated.
"Coffee," my mom said slowly. "You know like cough," she pretended to cough into her hand, "with an 'e' at the end."
"Cough-e, cof-eh, coffee!" Nathan sounded it out.
"There you go!" My mom clapped her hands in excitment.
"Can I have a coffee?" He looked up at me and smiled, as if he were proud to finally say that word.
I went over to the coffee pot and poured Nathan some 'cough-e' then returned to the table to finish my omlete.
Nathan began eating, we sat in sweet sweet silence for a minute before Nathan decided to push my mom even futher.
"Is it anyone else hot?" He asked.
I felt perfectly fine, the AC was on and it was still early enough in the morning.
"Are you hot dear?" Mom asked, she stood up. "I can turn down the AC. Are you hot?" She asked me. I shook my head.
"No, it's okay," Nathan motioned for her to sit down. She obeyed. "You Americans just like it warmer than back in Mother Russia," Nathan loved calling it that. "Please don't let my tempature preferences make you uncomfortable. I can take care of it myself," he used his right hand and unzipped his hoodie. Natalia's breasts spilled out into the open. For a quick second I thought I saw my mom look in shock. But if she actually were shocked the feeling was fleeting and dissapeared into the eather of her reality.
"Much better," Nahan sighed in relief.
"Are you sure you should be doing that at the kitchen table?" Mom asked. Maybe Nathan did go to far!
"It's good for the mameries," Nathan gestured to his chest. "Let's them air out and makes stronger milk for the baby."
What the hell was he talking about?
"Ah yes of course, I think I read that somewhere," mom returned to her breakfast. "Where did you learn that?"
"My mother in Mother Russia," Nathan took a bite of his berries, "she's a smart woman who got her Phd in boobology, the study of, how you say, titties. She won an award for her contributions to women's anatomy. Now Russian babies are strong like me because women air out their, how you say, milkshakes. She dreams of making it a reality here in the US of A."
"I'll be sure to help her out. Your mother is a brilant woman, I wish she came to America as much as you. I remember the days she would fly over with you, we would stay up until the sun rises chatting."
"She told me all about those nights," Nathan said. "I'll tell her all about our lovely time together when I return to Mother Russia." Nathan looked over to me and winked. I held back my laughter, I couldn't believe how much he fooled mom.
Nathan went the rest of the moring dressed in his unzipped hoodie, as my mom continued about business as usual.