Matt woke up the next day without pants(something that would often happen). He had the strangest dream of a young boy laughing at him. He didn't think much of it. All he wanted was something to drink. With eyes slightly open he made his way to the kitchen. Rebecca was cooking breakfast, Deb had gone off to school, and his mom must of been getting ready for work. He opened the fridge door, took out the orange juice carton and began chugging it. He finished the whole thing when he heard a voice.
"Mister, what have I told you about drinking straight from the carton." It was his mother's voice.
"Sorry mom." He said eyes still closed. Suddenly he opened his eyes to see his mother staring back at him, still flat on the fridge the same way he left her.
She gave a remark. "I can understand leaving me here to freeze in my undies, not even whacking off in front of me so I can enjoy too, but drinking like a pig is crossing the line mister!"
Matt almost couldn't take her seriously as she tried to wag her flat finger at him.
"Now get ready for school mister!" She yelled.
Matt was put off, but as she instructed he got ready for school. He tried to take his mind of things, but it didn't help the conversation that Rebecca and their mother were having was audible even inside his room. It was all strangely arousing.
"Oh Rebecca, was I harsh on him?" Veronica asked.
"No mom, if he's going to get you to morph into his fantasy he should at least take advantage of it, and of you." Rebecca retorted.
"Maybe I'm not as hot as I used to be." She lamented. "He was checking you and your sister out much more at dinner. My body isn't what it used to be. Well now it's completely different, but if I can't turn on my own child with his own fetish how can I turn on anyone?"
"Aw don't worry mom. Hey, how bout after we get you back to normal we'll go shopping!"
The two giggled and went off. Matt had to beat off one more time before going to school. He slapped on his clothes and went out the door, not knowing what to expect. He walked down the street and focused hard on keeping his mind clean. He did not even bat an eye at the crossing guard. He made sure not to find anymore bizarre notes. Upon arriving at school he hoped and prayed he wouldn't daydream about anything.
