Breakfast!

I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover and a rumble in my stomach telling me that I needed to eat soon. The funeral wasn’t until later this afternoon so there was no real rush this morning but I could hear other people moving about the house already. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, headed to the bathroom to drain the snake and then made my way down to the kitchen for some breakfast.

When I got down to the kitchen, I found that there were two of my new family already preparing some food.

Jade looked up from the book next to her bowl of cereal when she heard me enter the room and said, “Good morning, John.” She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing a pair of silk pajamas with kittens printed all over them.

Candice looked back from the stove, where she was cooking up something. “Oh, Hi, John...” Her long blonde hair was hanging down, and all I could see she was wearing was one of my father’s dress shirts. My father had not been a large man and the combination of Candice’s height combined with her ample chest filling out the shirt, it ended just below the bottom of her ass. If she reached for an upper shelf, it would give everyone in the room a nice view of her round ass. She turned to face me and I instantly regretted wearing loose pajama pants instead of tighter jeans. The top buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, leaving her with a generous amount of cleavage exposed. The sight of her titflesh caused my cock to begin stirring again. This is your step mom, I had to remind myself.

I sat down at the table to hide my erection when she asked, “Would you like some eggs? How about some sausage?” She showed me the frying pan she held in her hand with eggs and sausage frying in it.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” I replied, hoping that she hadn’t seen the sausage in the front of my pants right now.

“How about juice? Coffee?”

“Juice is fine,” I said.

Candice put the food on a plate and poured a glass of juice before walking over to me. She set them in front of me and then took the seat next to me. “John, I know this must be a hard time for you.”

I almost flinched when she said hard time.

She continued, “and I just wanted you to know that even though we haven’t spent much time together, we’re your family and we’re here for you.” She laid her hand on my upper thigh as she said this, inches from my now raging erection, and leaned in closer, looking me in the eyes but at the same time giving me an even deeper view of her cleavage. “If there’s anything we can do to make this time easier on you, just let us know.”

Man! If this was one of those porn stories from the internet, I’d be absolutely sure that my sexy stepmother was trying to seduce me, but I knew there weren’t any deeper meaning to what she was saying. Or was there?

“Is there anything you wanted me to do for you?” she asked.