Pancakes for breakfast? Yes, please

The warm, summer weekend morning was still early. There was not a trace of anyone else being awake at the time. No one was mowing their lawn, there weren’t any arguing married couples in the neighborhood, and you couldn’t even hear any dogs barking. Only you, your MILF of a ****, and your thoughts.

“Would you like pancakes for breakfast, Sir?” Jennifer knew you loved them.

“You bet your thick fucking ass I do.” you wouldn’t normally talk to the person who was like a second mother to you in this way, but now you were allowed to do anything, and she couldn’t do shit about it. Duh, she loved it.

Your friend wasn’t awake yet, and you didn’t feel like playing with Jennifer only. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you unlocked the screen and saw a number of notifications. They were all from your dear mother, who was getting out of her mind. Oh right, you forgot to let her know you were going to be staying the night at Jake’s house.

Sending her a text saying you’re sorry, you opened your favorite social media app, Twitter. Plenty of new posts have stacked on your timeline since last night, and now seemed to be a good time to skip through them.

A Chinese team won the World Championship in a stupid game blah-blah…

Another streamer got banned for showing nudity blah-blah…

*BZZZ* your phone vibrated in your hand, and a notification showed on the screen. Some of your classmates were having a house party tonight, and they invited you.

Parties are fun, but now I have something even more fun. I won’t give them a definite answer yet. You thought and went back to scrolling through Twitter.

Another female influencer opened an OnlyFans account blah-blah…

Wait… This was actually interesting. Not the girl in particular, but the concept of making free money. With the power of Ownership, as you decided to call it, you could claim hot women and make them work for you. This was brilliant!

*SLAM*

The sound of a slamming door put you out of your train of thought.

“Good morning, Jakey!” you heard Jennifer call out to her half asleep son.

“Good morning, mom..” he said, sitting on the far end of the rectangular glass table.

“Did you spend the entire night playing games again?” his mother asked him disapprovingly. It was time to turn on the device resting between her legs. You decided, and set it to level one.

“No, mom. I just couldn’t sleep.” said Jake, who was so tired he rested his head on the table. “Oh honey, I’m sorry to hear that.” the conversation between a loving mom and her child continued. “I hope my pancakes will get you up and ready for the day.”

“Aw man, pancakes? Can we not have something else for breakfast?” your friend asked with a disappointed tone.

“Huh? I had no idea you didn’t like pancakes, Jake.” she paused, and you switched the remote to the second level “Unfortunately, OH!” Jennifer cut her speech and looked at you knowingly “Um. As I was saying. Unfortunately, that’s something you’ll have to discuss with Elliot.”

The last sentence caused Jake’s body to jerk up. “Oh my god! Elliot, you’re here?” it seemed your sleepy friend hadn’t noticed you when he walked into the kitchen.

“Hi, Jake.” you said, his face keeping the shocked expression for a little longer. “So that means…” he was trying hard to organize his thoughts. “Yeah, I spent the night here, Jake. It’s not like it was the first time.” you weren’t sure if you liked how you phrased it.

An awkward silence filled the room. The only sounds came from your side, where your hot **** was struggling to make pancakes with a vibrator in her pussy. It looked like she was almost done, though. So, without much thinking you turned the stimulating device one level higher. Now the only option, more intense than the current one, was the one marked with a splashing water emoji.

“Ah, Jesus!” Jennifer cried out. Her legs bent on their own, weak from the unbearable vaginal pleasure.

“Mom!? What’s wrong?” Jake was no longer lost in his thoughts. Now his attention turned to his mother. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes sweetie! Mommy’s feeling real good.” she answered, with one hand keeping her steady, and the other giving her son a thumb up. “I just remembered that I didn’t get maple syrup out of the refrigerator.” Jennifer explained, trying to sound convincing.

She turned off the stove, and put the slightly burnt pancake on a pile. With wobbly legs, she went to the refrigerator and reached deep inside.

Now. You thought, and set the device to the highest option, causing Jennifer’s body to writhe and bend even more. Her hand gripped the wall of the refrigerator tightly to keep her balance. The immense pleasure made her lower her upper body, and her robe raised up so high that her buttcheeks appeared from below.

Jake was watching attentively as his mother exposed her pantyless ass, and her plugged asshole to him. The silver piece reflected light like a mirror, and little Jakey could probably see his own reflection in it.

*FLICK*

“AAAAAAAAHHH AAAAAAAAAHH!!!” came Jennifer’s loud scream from inside the refrigerator. Her body shook like it was gonna explode, and she squirted a modest amount of liquid onto the floor. Her face probably had the expression from earlier, when you made her **** on your dick, but there was no way of knowing. Her head was hidden behind the machine’s large door.

Slowly, her body fell to the ground, and for a moment she sat there in the middle of the small puddle she made with her juices. Her boobs were on full display, thanks to the small adjustment you made to her bathrobe they fell out entirely. The two perfect round globes bounced off of themselves hypnotizingly. You turned the device off, and after a few seconds Jennifer came back to her senses.

“Jake!!! Oh my god, don’t look at your mother’s breasts, you naughty boy.” she yelled at her son, as she corrected her robe according to your directions.

She stood up, and took the bottle of maple syrup out of the refrigerator.

“There! Took a little while, but I found it.” she said, winking at you.

Jake wasn’t just shocked at what happened. He was completely speechless and unable to move.

You both sat in your seats, watching the sexy MILF that was handing you your plates filled with delicious looking pancakes, and pretended that she didn’t just have the biggest orgasm. She poured syrup all over your food and went to do the same for her son. He kept his gaze on her inner sideboob, which visibly bothered her.

Jennifer went back to the counter, poured some of the syrup on her own pancakes, and brought her plate to the table. She stopped for a second, having to choose between a seat closer to her son or or the one next to you. It only lasted one second, but it seemed to take years before she made up her mind. With a smile, she proudly sat on her owner’s right side and placed her plate on the table.

It was definitely a W, but your evil mind wanted to limit-test a bit more.

Before Jennifer took the first bite of her food, you leaned to her and whispered into her ear. “What’s a meal without an appetizer? Get under the table, and suck cum out of my dick.” Her eyes opened wide, as she stared at the glass table top. This was a lot to ask a normal person, but she was basically your ****, and a willing one at that.

A wicked smile spread across her pretty face, and she dived under the table, ready to unpack her Christmas gift in the middle of summer. When she settled down between your legs and the table above her head, she fished your cock out of your pants and got to work.

It was hard for you to eat your pancakes, feeling Jennifer’s tongue dance along your shaft. Her perfect technique left you with a restricted ability to chew the food in your mouth. You had to be very careful not to **** on it.

*GAK*

Your face raised up, and you saw that your dear friend, Jake, wasn’t as careful as you. He coughed a few times, as he beheld what his whore of a mother was doing under the table.

You were at the finish line, and screamed “Yes! Take it, you cum slut!”

A generous load travelled from your ballsack into the hardworking gullet by the high-speed launcher that connected your bodies, warming up and lining her insides with a thick layer of grease for the second time that day.

Jake coughed one last time, as his mother got out from under the table and gulped down the cargo, deposited by yourself, loudly.

“This is fucking insane!!!” shouted the terrified boy, looking at his only parent “Why did you do this, mom!?” then turning to you “And you? No friend does that shit, man!”

Having screamed that, he ran away, disappearing behind the basement door.

Fuck.