You are Alex, an 18-year-old college student that lives with his single mother in a hot suburbian town in Arizona.
You wake up to an ordinary summer morning. You stretch, yawn, and clamber out of bed, then you go take your morning shower.
After freshening up, you smell the alluring aroma of Mom's Saturday breakfast—pancakes and sausage. You head downstairs, eager for your usual Saturday morning feast, and enter the kitchen.
Like always, Mom is busy at the stovetop, flipping pancakes. Her fading ginger hair is tied back in a bushy ponytail, and she's humming a peppy tune.
"Good morning, Alex!" she greets in a sing-song voice.
All is usual, except for one thing—she's wearing only an apron, with nothing underneath.
You rub your eyes. Maybe you're dreaming. Maybe you've got so much sleep in your eyes that you can't see. After blinking a few times, nothing's changed.
Mom, confused at your silence, turns towards you. Now in full view, you can see how little the apron covers her. Her motherly breasts are nearly bursting out of the apron—her nipples are just obscured by the hem, leaving a hint of her areolas. Her wide hips spill out the sides, the apron making little effort to hide her curves.
Mom, noticing the incredulous look on your face, asks "Is everything alright?"
"What's with all... this?!" you ask, gesturing wildly towards Mom.
"The food? Is something wrong?" Mom asks, as if she's oblivious to the fact that she's almost naked.
"Why haven't you been wearing any clothes?!" you ask, flabbergasted. "Last night, you were walking around in your underwear!"
Mom giggles. "Oh, that? I read online that wearing less clothes is better for your skin!"
"And you believe it?"
"Of course!" she exclaims. "A famous dermatologist said it."
"Well..." you trail off, covering your face with your hand.
"Hm?"
Your friends have always called her attractive, but you, her son, seeing her like this is just too weird.
"Don't you think it's... inappropriate?" you ask.