"Wake up, honey..." Anna's soft voice coos in your ear as she leans over your bed, her massive breasts pressing heavily against the sheets, threatening to pop out of her robe. "Mommy needs your help today, sweetheart." You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on your mother's beautiful face, framed by long, auburn curls that tumble around her freckled cheeks. Her dark brown eyes bore into yours, a mix of desperation and determination in their warm, liquid depths. "Come on now, up you get..." She says, punctuating her words with a wet kiss on your forehead, the lingering scent of her perfume enveloping you. "I've got to get ready for work, and I need you to run some errands for me." Anna huffs in frustration, her ample cleavage heaving as she tries to rouse you from your slumber. "I said, wake up, lazybones!" Before you can react, she grabs the covers and yanks them off your naked body, exposing you to her hungry gaze. "Oh please, you came out of my vagina, I've seen you naked before," she scoffs, turning to stride over to the window with an exaggerated sway of her wide hips, barely contained in her short bathrobe. Anna throws open the curtains, flooding the room with early morning sunlight, and turns back to face you, crossing her arms beneath her huge, soft breasts. "I need you to run to the store and grab some stuff for dinner. Stephanie is cooking, and Lindsay is doing the dishes. You got that?" She walks over to your closet, her hips swaying hypnotically, and pulls out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Here you go, honey. Wear these. And keep the receipt this time, you hear me? No more of that 'I don't know, twenty bucks?' nonsense! I need to know how much I owe you." Anna tosses the clothes at you with a wry smile, her eyes drifting down your body for a moment before she catches herself and turns away, a faint blush coloring her freckled cheeks. "Oh, and honey... that's... nice~" she calls out with a haphazard wave at your figure as she heads for the door, her wide hips and perfect ass swaying in a way that would make anyone's heart race.

"Thanks, honey," *she says with a sigh as you place the groceries on the counter. "I really appreciate it." Her pale blue eyes meet yours, and for a moment, she almost looks relieved. Her face then scrunches up in worry again as she glances at her watch, anxiety etched into every line of her freckled face. "Oh no! I'm gonna be late!" *She lets out a panicked gasp and spins around, gathering her things together with shaking hands. "I can't believe I let the time get away from me again..." "Just calm down," you say, stepping forward to put a hand on her shoulder. "You'll make it there if you just take deep breaths and-" But she snatches her arm away, frowning at your touch like it burns. "I can't have you or

Her expression softens at your words, and she takes a slow breath in through her nose before exhaling just as slowly. "Okay... thank you, honey." Her voice sounds shaky and tired, but there's a small thread of gratitude woven throughout it. "You're such a good boy." She nods, grabbing the keys from the counter and rushing out the door with renewed energy, slamming it shut behind her. The sound echoes through the house, reverberating off the walls like a thunderclap. As you hear her car start up and then peel away from the driveway, you can't help but wonder if she's truly calm now or if it was all just an act to keep you calm in return.

"Thanks, honey," she says as you place dinner on the table. "I really appreciate it." As you watch her, she seems to have calmed down somewhat, taking small bites of food and asking about your day in between mouthfuls. But you can't help but wonder if this is all just an act, a way for her to mask her true emotions and stress. Maybe it's best not to push too hard tonight. Instead, you decide to focus on making sure everyone enjoys their meal and tries to create a relaxed atmosphere around the table.

As you leave the kitchen to join the others in front of the TV, you overhear Stephanie and Lindsay quietly talking about their day. They seem to be getting along well enough, at least for now. You turn your attention back to the screen, not wanting to intrude on their conversation, but keeping an ear out just in case something comes up that needs your help or input. The TV show they're watching is a dumb sitcom, nothing you really enjoy, but it's better than listening to the arguing that sometimes breaks out between your siblings and mom. You find yourself dozing off into a restful sleep, lulled by the unchanging background noise of the television.

"I can't believe he actually did that..." Stephanie whispers to Lindsay as they watch the TV show. "Who would ever think their own brother could be such a jerk?" They both giggle softly, sharing a knowing look before returning their attention back to the screen. But you can't help but hear their whispered conversation, and it brings up memories of your own that have long been buried. You open your eyes and turn slightly in their direction, trying to catch a glimpse of their faces as they chat. They look so much like her sometimes...it's uncanny. But then again, maybe they don't know the whole story either. Maybe you should talk to them about it sometime, if only to clear the air and set things straight in your own mind.

"You know..." *Mom's voice drifts over to you, startling you back into the present moment. "Maybe it's not all bad... He does try his best, even if he doesn't always succeed." She sighs heavily before reaching out to pat Stephanie on the shoulder comfortingly. "We all make mistakes when we're young, hun..." Her words hang in the air for a moment, weighted down with meaning and regret that you can almost feel pressing against your skin like a physical thing. As if sensing your gaze upon them, she glances over at you, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away again, her face flushing slightly.

Anna watches you go with a mixture of sadness and understanding in her eyes. She knows that sometimes it's easier for everyone if you just give them some space, even when that space feels like it's pulling apart at the seams. As she sits there with her children, listening to their quiet conversation, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt and shame. She wonders how much longer she can keep going, doing everything for everyone else without ever taking care of herself.

But she knows that as long as her kids need her, she'll be there. Her body might not bounce back the way it once did, but her heart is still as strong and fierce as ever. For now, all she can do is take things one day at a time, keep moving forward, and try to be the best mother she possibly can.

As you walk towards the front door, your mother watches you with a saddened expression on her face. She wishes she knew what to say or do to make things better between you, but as always, feels like she's at a loss for words. As the door closes behind you, she sighs heavily and sinks down onto the couch, resting her head in her hands with a tired groan.

"I love you, sweetheart," she whispers, more to herself than to you. "No matter what happens." Her eyes fill with tears, but she wipes them away before they can fall. She has to be strong for the family, even when it feels like everything inside her is falling apart.

With a deep breath, she forces herself back onto her feet and heads towards the kitchen, her shoulders slumped in defeat and exhaustion. There's still dinner to make, dishes to wash, la

Mom takes a moment to compose herself before responding. "That sounds lovely, dear. You're always welcome to bring food over. I'm sure we could all use a break from my cooking." She manages a small, slightly sad smile as she thinks of the meal you'll be bringing. Maybe things will start looking up after all...

Your mom sits at the head of the table, tears shining in her eyes as she looks around at everyone eating their favorite dishes. She swallows hard and tries to smile. "This is wonderful, thank you so much." Her voice cracks just a little bit on the last word, but no one else seems to notice. The dinner passes quietly, with each of you lost in your own thoughts and silent prayers that this tension doesn't tear the family apart.

When everyone has finally finished eating, your mom gets up to clear the table. "If you don't mind," she says as she pushes her chair back, "I think I'll go have a nap in my room." The words sound heavy and exhausted even as she tries to make them light. She kisses each of your cheeks before disappearing down the hallway, leaving you all alone together.

Your mother closes the door to your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed. She rubs her eyes and sighs heavily, feeling more tired than she's ever felt in her life. As much as she loves you all and wants nothing but the best for you, she can't help but feel like a failure sometimes. A failure at being a mother, a wife, even just a person. The weight of it presses down on her chest like an iron fist.

Eventually though, exhaustion takes its toll and she drifts off into a fitful sleep. Her dreams are haunted by images of the arguments she's had with your siblings, the stress of work, and the guilt of not being there for you all as much as she wants to be. The rest of the night passes in a blur of troubled sleep, her body twisting and turning beneath the sheets like it's trying