Back at the kitchen at our house, I already half of the breakfast cooking. Now I'm ready to make oatmeal.
First, I open the deep drawer and take out a stovetop pot out of the deep drawer before closing the deep drawer. I then placed the pot onto the bottom-left burner of the stove before I turn the bottom-left burner knob from off to on. Then, as the burner slowly starts to warm up, I start pouring milk into the measuring cup before it reached towards the appropriate ratio. After that, I pour the appropriate ratio of milk into the stovetop before putting it back on the counter. I then grab the salt can and pour a dash of salt into the stovetop before putting it back on the counter. After that, I grab one of the three old-fashioned rolled oats packs and open it before pour the oats into the stovetop. After that, I then throw away the empty pack. I then grab the wooden spoon and placed into the stovetop to stir the mixture of milk, salt and oats for approximately five minutes until it gets fluffy. Five minutes pass by, and the oats are now fluffy. I switch the bottom-left burner knob to off, turning the bottom-left burner off in the process. I then grab the handler of the stovetop with one hand while still holding onto the wooden spoon with the other hand as I place the stovetop off of the burner and hover over the kitchen counter and pour some of the fluffy oats into one of the three mixing bowls. Then I pour some of the fluffy oats into the second bowl. And finally, I pour the rest of the oats into the third and final bowl. After that, I placed the wooden spoon back onto the kitchen counter before placing the stovetop back onto the burner. I then placed each of the three tablespoons in each of the three mixing bowls respectfully. Now the oatmeals are ready.
For the french toast, I headed towards the pantry and take out a sliced bread loaf plastic bag. I then hold the sliced bread loaf plastic bag as I head back towards the kitchen counter. I then placed the sliced bread loaf plastic bag onto the kitchen counter. I then opened the draw again and take out a spoon before I closed the draw. I placed the spoon onto the counter. I then take out a plate from the cabinet and placed it onto the kitchen counter. Then, I untie the plastic bag, opening it up in the process. I scooch my hand onto the bag and pulled out four slices of bread out of the bag. I then placed them on the plate, stacking on top of each other. I then tie back the plastic bag.
I then plug the toaster. After that I take out two out of four slices of bread out of the plate and slot them into the two-slice slots of the toaster. I then press the lever down, resulting the two slices of bread go inside the slots.
While I was waiting for the two slices of bread to pop and toasted, I'm thinking about making a...somewhat of a toasted cheese sandwich; the two slices that are in the toaster were for my mom and my aunt respectfully. The other two slices of bread that are still on the plate are mine. And yes, I'm gonna be making a somewhat toasted cheese sandwich with two slices of bread that are, again, still on the plate.
I opened the draw again and take out a knife before I closed the draw. I placed the knife onto the counter. I then open the refrigerator again and take out the tight plastic bag with cheese before I closed the fridge. I then placed the cheese onto the kitchen counter. Because there's no proper machine to do toasted cheese sandwich justice, I'm thinking of putting my two slices of bread into the slots and while they're toasting, I'll cut the cheese into slices. And when my two slices of bread popped out and toasted, I'll take them out and placed them back on the plate side by side and place the cutted slices of cheese onto the front sides of the bread. Then I take one slice with my hand and turn it over towards the other slice, essentially putting together a cheese sandwich. Then after that I'll put it in the microwave.
As I was putting the finishing touches, Cathryine – which is, again, my mom – enters the house after evil creature hunting and heads towards the living room. And she wears a very tight-ass velvet two-piece pajama outfit that consists of a v-neck and bow knot decorate with an adjustable spaghetti strap, a lace floral trim and an elastic very high waisted ruched bodycon shorts. Her v-neck crop top is so tight as fuck that you can see her abs, her SUPER HARD ROCK-AS FUCK TEN-PACK ABS. Yep she got TEN-PACK ABS. Not six-pack, TEN-PACK. As well as has And MASSIVE MUSCULAR AND CURVACEOUS HIPS! She also has MASSIVE-ASS BICEPS, MASSIVE-ASS TRICEPS and MASSIVE-ASS BROAD SHOULDERS THAT ALMOST REACHED TOWARDS HER THICKER AND STRONGER TRAPS AND NECK THAT IS IN-BETWEEN THOSE BROAD SHOULDERS. Not only she has THE BIGGEST BOOBS EVER with a set of MASSIVE, SEXY-ASS BRAWNY PECS that go underneath her boobs, but she also has a MASSIVE, FIRMER AND TIGHTER-PACKED BADONKADONK – aka a very rather large pear-shaped butt that, in Cathryine's case, happened to be way larger than normal – meaning that she has the biggest butt ever. Her bodycon shorts make her biggest butt look even bigger. Bigger as fuck. She also has BIG STRONG MUSCULAR-ASS LEGS. All that body and muscle mass would rival any muscle woman, even my aunt. Yeah, with the biggest muscles, chest and butt, she's THE MOST SUPER-DUPER INCREDIBLY BUFFEST AND BEEFIEST FEMALE BODYBUILDER IN THE WORLD! In fact, she's SUPER INCREDIBLY THE BIGGEST, TALLEST, STRONGEST, FASTEST AND WAY SUPER-DUPER POWERFUL OF ALL! Thank heavenly god I have a mom like that! For example, when she stands up, her head almost reached the ceiling, so much so she had to duck under doorways when every time she has to go to a room - not just her bedroom but every other room as well - and when stand next to each other, I could stand in front of her belly navel as she towers way over me.....that's how super incredibly taller she is. Besides all of this, she also has beautifully-ass long hair tied up into a ponytail, a slightly young-looking face, a series of colorfully painted fingernails and wears high heel sandals...just all just like my aunt.
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Again, she’s the super-duper buffest and super-duper beefiest woman I ever seen in my life. If you don’t know by now, she’s not only the world’s strongest woman but also the world’s strongest mom. And the strongest member of my family. Still, that doesn't mean she has super durability all the way; she can still take blows like any other evil creature hunter, even if she's that powerful or stronger.
Oh, did I mention about my aunt's super-duper muscular body as well? Okay, probably not so I describe my aunt's bodybuilding physique: she is bigger and stronger and taller then me...just not as big, strong nor tall as my mom. She's a head shorter and several pounds less than her. She still has BIGGER MUSCULAR BOOBS and a BIGGER, FIRM AND TIGHT-PACKED BADONKADONK, just not that massive as my mom. Still, I don't think they care about size and power that much; what matters to them is each other's well-being, their own existence, my existence, my dad's existence and doing their best to make a living while striving to defeat as many evil creatures as possible. Oh and speaking of my dad, he's on a business trip or something, so I'll talk more about him later.
Alright enough talk, let's get back to the story.
As my mom enters back at the house, Aunt Catherine pauses reading and glances upfront to see my mom walking towards her as she hear footsteps.
"Good morning Catherine," My mom said.
"Good morning Cathyrine," Aunt Catherine said. “Do you defeat Lauren the Werewolf?”
“Yep,” Cathyrine said.
“Okay,” Aunt Catherine said.
“Did you defeat your evil creature as well?” Cathyrine asked.
“Yep,” Aunt Catherine said.
I then exit out of the kitchen and head into the living room and head towards my mom and my aunt.
“Good morning Calhoun,” Cathyrine said.
“Good morning young man,” Aunt Catherine said.
“Good morning, breakfast is ready,” I said before I made an about face and starts walking away.
My mom and my aunt glanced at each other before Aunt Catherine fold back the newspaper and gets up from the couch and she and Cathyrine start following me.
A minute later, my mom Cathyrine and my aunt Aunt Catherine were already sitting down around the dinning table at the dinning room that is next to the kitchen.
I exited out of the kitchen with two mixing bowls of oatmeal and pass them towards Aunt Catherine and Cathyrine. “Here you go you guys,” I said before I make an about-face and exit out of the dinning room and head back into the kitchen where I grabbed two breakfast plates with both hands. I then exited out of the kitchen with two breakfast plates on both hands as I enter the dinning room. I then pass the plates towards Cathyrine. "Here you go ma'am," I said.
"Thanks," she said.
I then make an about-face and exit out of the dinning room again and head back into the kitchen again where I grabbed another two breakfast plates with both hands and head out again. I exit out of the kitchen again and head back into the dinning room where I pass the plates towards Aunt Catherine. "Here you go ma'am," I said to my aunt.
"Thanks," she said.
I then made another about-face again and exit out of the dining room again and head back into the kitchen again to grab the last two breakfast plates and head out of the kitchen yet again and head back into the dinning room again. I then placed those two plates onto my empty side of the dinning table – yes, those plates are mine – before I come back to the kitchen and grab my bowl of oatmeal with my right hand before I come back to the dinning room and placed my bowl onto my side before I sat my empty chair.
Cathyrine starts taking a bite.
So does Anut Catherine.
And I.
"So Calhoun," Aunt Catherine called my name. "Are you ready for your freshman orientation?" she asked before taking her bite of her breakfast.
"Well....like many of the kids in this planet and like I said in previous years as I have asked this question, I wish summer as we know it isn't over yet," I said.
"You always wish that summer isn't over by now," Aunt Catherine said.
"Yeah, so does you," I said.
"So does me?" she asked.
"Yeah when you were a kid...and then a teenager," I said. "Matter of fact, the same age as I am."
"Oh," she then takes another bite of her breakfast.
"And I believe that you wish summer is on every single day, mom," I said before taking another good-ass bite of my buttermilk pancakes.
Cathyrine sighed as she puts her folk down, agreeing with me. "Yes son," she said. "When I was your age, every time summer is almost over, I wish summer isn't over."
"Yep we were like you, when we were your age," Aunt Catherine said to me.
"So are you ready for your freshman orientation?" Cathyrine asked me as she picks up her folk again and resumes eating her breakfast.
"As long as I'm started to miss summer and well ready to deal with that reality, I am fully ready for being orientated at Southern Watermelon," I said.
"Okay as long as you're ready to deal with the reality about the duration of summer and as long as you're ready to go to your freshman orientation, you're good to go," Cathyrine said before taking another bite of her breakfast.
"Yeah you're learning life real good," Aunt Catherine said to me. "You're putting the summer past behind and putting the future ahead of you. Good young man."
"Okay what about the summer packets?" Cathyrine asked.
"The what?" I asked.
"The summer packets," Cathyrine said.
Yeah in preparation for the upcoming school year, Southern Watermelon High School gave current and incoming students a pair of summer packets; one for algebra, one for English, one for science and one for social studies. And the reason is because....Southern Watermelon wants to kick every other school's asses with trying to be the school with the highest-as-fuck proficiency in the world. And so I have to deal with the summer packets. Rest assured, I finished all of them.
"Yeah, do you put them in your bookbag?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"Yeah I did," I said.
"Did you finished them?" Cathyrine asked.
"Yep," I said.
"Okay, just checking," Cathyrine said.
"Okay so...," I said as I'm trying to come up a word out of my mouth.
"What?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"Any more questions?" I asked.
They both glanced at each other before they glanced back. "No," they said, shaking their heads.
"Good, then," I said as I took yet another bite of my breakfast.