Working Tanya begins

Tanya, her back to you, didn't notice or really do much to turn around but you could hear her call out a soft "morning, baby," to you from the stove. It took you a moment to realize she wasn't upset with you for standing there, looking at her, but as you made your decision, you could sense that there was a slight change in the air of the kitchen. Maybe you just needed coffee or something, nothing in your mind was really making a lot of sense to you if you continued to stand there and think about things.

"Morning, baby," you responded as you stepped up behind her and placed your arms around her waist and held her in your arms. She let out a small gasp and a pleasant "eep" but continued to cook, finding it easy to relax in your embrace. As you stood there, looking over her shoulder, you could see her reflection in the window that there was more than a smile on her face, her cheeks blushing from the comfort of being held. "That smells really good."

"Mmm, I see," she responded, finding it both a bit difficult to reconcile knowing it was her son that was doing this to her and yet feeling her body naturally reacting to him. "Like what you see?"

You leaned down until your lips brushed against her ear. "Definitely." Tanya let out a small moan as your hands slipped under the shirt and cupped her breasts, feeling their size and heft. Pam was nowhere near as endowed as Tanya was, yet another difference between your former white wife and the black woman who was, for all purposes, your mother. Still, you didn't bother dwelling on the ramifications of what you were doing or your intended plan was, not with a pliant woman in front of you leaning back slightly to give your hands a bit more room to fondle and grope her.

Tanya closed her eyes and pressed her chest out into your hands, not bothering to argue or fight the feeling that she had felt growing in her for the past few days. She had always been close to TJ, perhaps unhealthy in some aspects, but now that he was both himself AND Steven, her mind started to find ways to excuse getting closer, to let herself go, to indulge in what she was starting to lose the fight against. Don't think about it, just let it go... her mind chastised herself last night, while she tossed and turned on the couch.

You pushed yourself against her while she ground her ass against you, feeling your growing cock pressed firmly against her, and she gasped again. "Mmm, babe..." she began but you didn't let her continue, instead bringing up one of your hands to her head and not so gently forcing her to turn her head towards you before you kissed her, pressing your tongue into her mouth.