Jake wants dinner

Jake pulled on a pair of jeans and a rock group T-shirt. He told Darlene to stay naked. the woman followed the boy into the kitchen. "Fix me some dinner!" Jake sat at the table drinking a beer. "I'll just sit here and enjoy the floor show."

Darlene knew she should be ashamed. She should be worried that someone might even see her through the windows. That she was being a total slut. But the housewife didn't care. Jake and his Father had some strange control over her. She was already itching for the boy to shove his cock into her cunt, to fuck her senseless, to use her like the slut she was.

Darlene looked around the kitchen. When she had cleaned up earlier she had notice the glaring lack of healthy food. Jake and his Dad seemed to live on canned food, frozen steaks, and pizza. There was no time to defrost a steak. "Spaghetti?" Darlene held up a box of noodles and a jar of sauce.

"Yeah! That's great. We'll order some pizza later when the guys get here."

Darlene put the spaghetti into the water to boil and dumped the sauce into another pot. "Get me a beer while that's cooking!" Jake had already downed his first beer. "And bring one for yourself!"

Darlene took two beers from the fridge. She noticed that Jake must have put beers into it earlier; it was jammed with cans. Jake took both cans from his neighbor and popped them open. He handed one to Darlene. "Chug it!"

"I really don't drink beer that much, I..." Jake slapped the woman's tit hard, his hand smashing her tender nipple.

"It wasn't an offer." Darlene saw a new expression in Jake's face; it scared her. "Do it! Chug down the whole can in one gulp!"

Slowly, Darlene lifted the can to her lips. She threw back her head. The cold beer poured into her mouth. She gulped as fast as she could. The beer spilled out faster. Beer flowed out of her mouth and down over her round, soft tits.

Jake laughed. "The boys are just gonna love beer-flavored tits!" He pointed to the stove. "Bring the spaghetti over. Just dump it into a bowl and bring it over. You can sit on my lap and feed me." He smiled, "And don't bother with utensils; you can use your hands and tits!"