Go to the kitchen for breakfast

You’ve awakened the way you often do, your mind still clinging to pleasant dreams brought on by the copious amounts of BBW porn you indulged in that evening. All of this still tinged with the regret that (so far) these have all remained fantasies. Granted there had been that weird flash from the screen that night too, but you get the idea that was probably just some cheap effect one of the websites used as a jump scare or something. You have no idea (at least, not yet) of what that flash was actually about, but you’re about to find out.

Having completed your usual early morning shit, shower, and shave, you emerge into the kitchen where your stepmom, Clara, is already putting together her breakfast. Clara is a big woman, particularly in comparison to you as you’ve always been of slightly below average height and of wiry build. She stands about a half a head taller and is at least 250 pounds heavier. Her dark hair hangs loosely against her broad back and you’re acutely aware of her massive ass swaying gently as she hums. You can’t help but note that her bathrobe hangs somewhat loosely over her wide soft body and you’re pretty sure that (with the possible exception of her panties) that’s all she’s actually wearing.

You don’t mind admitting to yourself that you’ve had your share of fantasies about your stepmom, although obviously you’ve never given voice to them despite the fact that your father is rarely ever home. At your most cynical, you would speculate that your father only married her so that you’d have someone at home with you while he was out on his various “business trips” with his female colleagues. Oh well, at least you can take a guilty pleasure from being as…affectionate as you’re allowed to be. As you enter the kitchen, Clara looks over her shoulder and then turns to face you, her gigantic heavy tits barely contained by the bathrobe.

“Morning, sweetie,” she says, “c’mere and gimme a hug.”

You don’t hesitate. You try not to take advantage of the fact that she doesn’t seem to realize that you yourself are in a bathrobe and that there’s very little separating flesh from flesh in such an embrace, but you’re also not going to stop yourself from enjoying that very fact. You sink into her enveloping hug and are only minorly surprised when she doesn’t let go, but maybe she’s just missing dad and needs someone to hold her.

“Mmmm, this is nice,” murmurs Clara, “I like someone to hold me a little in the morning.”

“Uh…sure, anytime,” you manage, wondering just how long she needs to be held.

It’s at this point you start to realize the subtle movements of her broad hips. She’s actually beginning to slowly grind herself into your groin, and doesn’t seem to realize that’s what she’s doing. Furthermore, the lower part of both your bathrobes have shifted so that the only thing between your groin and hers is the thin cotton of your briefs and the sheer fabric of her panties. You can actually feel the heat between her legs as she continues to press against your now bulging erection.

“You’re such a good boy to keep me company like you do,” Clara murmurs, surprising you by planting a few full-lipped wet smooches on your face.