Celia makes an entrance

A clatter at the stairs announced Celia’s entrance. Today she was wearing a fairly conservative number - a tight leather corset that cinched her waist and lifted her boobs, which were covered only by a chunky mesh halter top. A flowy silky skirt failed to cover her lower regions, revealing fishnet stockings leading into knee high boots. She stomped into the kitchen and glared at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me mom was making pancakes? Mine’ll be cold by now!” she said, acting madder than she was. She quickly took her place at the table and dug into her own stack of pancakes.

Mom started to pick up the pace and was soon skullfucking herself onto my hard shaft. Occasionally the table shook as her head thumped into it from her enthusiastic movements. I was still a way from coming though.

“Plans for the day?” I asked Celia as she wolfed down pancakes like a girl possessed.

“Not much. Gonna head to the mall later and pick up some new threads,” she said after swallowing, “Maybe hit the bars, try to pick up a girl. And yes Steve, I’ll try to find an asian chick. I feel like some yellow pussy myself.”

I heard a splashing noise over the guttural sounds of throatfucking and knew that Celia had started her own morning piss, all over her mother. The thought of mom getting sprayed in golden girlpiss was enough to set me off, and I **** her head deep onto my shaft before blasting off into her stomach. Mom gulped down every squirt of her breakfast eagerly.

“What about you?” said Celia as I came. “Isn’t today the big day?”

I nodded, hands still gripping mom’s hair tightly.

“Yeah, this is it.” I said, slightly nervously. “I hope it goes well.”

Celia gave me a rare smile.

“It’ll go great,” she said, “I give you a hard time, but you’re actually a pretty great guy. I’m sure you’ll be fine today.”

I nodded again, feeling emboldened by her words. My orgasm subsided, as did Celia’s stream of piss. I released mom’s hair and she clambered up from under the table. Her bronzed body glistened with urine, and her face was wonderfully smeared with makeup. Cum trickled from the corner of her mouth, and some had shot out of her nose.

“Thanks baby, that was a yummy breakfast!” she beamed at me, “The floor got all wet though, be careful getting up!”

Celia rolled her eyes and swallowed the last of her pancakes. “Don’t worry mom,” she said, climbing under the table herself. “I’ll lick it up now. Good luck bro!” I felt her hand give my cock a gentle squeeze.

I looked at the clock on the wall and nearly had a heart attack. I was late!

“Mom, I gotta go!” I said, standing. I rushed to her and gave her mammoth tits a goodbye squeeze before running to the front door. The day had just begun.