“I know something I’d like to eat right now,” James told her. He reached for her but she twisted away. Then she wagged her finger at him.
“But you’ll starve to death on a diet like that,” she said.
“What a way to die.”
Mai grabbed her stepson by the arm and helped him to his feet. “Come on,” she chided. “You’ve got to keep your strength up if you want to fuck me all day and all night.”
James gulped. “All day and all night?” he asked himself. “What the hell does she have in mind?”
James followed his still naked stepmother into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and pulled out the nearly empty milk container. He then went to the cupboard, pulled down a glass and filled it with milk. He returned the milk container to the refrigerator, closed the door and sat down at the kitchen table.
Mai donned an apron and retrieved a package of bacon and a carton of eggs from the refrigerator.
“What’s the apron for?” James asked. “You looked great without it.”
A hearty chuckle rolled out of her mouth and over her lips. “And after the grease splatters on me and raises a bunch of ugly blisters, how will I look to you then?”
James laughed along with his stepmother. “I get your point,” he told her.
Mai turned toward the stove and busied herself with cooking breakfast for the two of them. James’s cock, having lost most of its stiffness, quickly sprang back to life as he watched the gentle swaying of her hips as she moved about in front of the stove.
James finished his milk and put the glass in the sink. He moved behind his stepmother and lined her ass crack with his pleasure tool. Startled, Mai barely succeeded in keeping the pan on the burner.
“James!” she exclaimed. “You almost made me spill this hot grease all over everything!”
James rubbed his fleshy rod along her ass crack. He reached around her and fondled her breasts. Mai turned the stove off and turned to face her stepson. “You are one horny little devil, aren’t you?”
“Can’t help it, Mai. You make me that way.” James picked her up, turned around and placed her on the table. He leaned in and kissed her.
Mai, though a bit perturbed at not being able to finish her cooking, was more than ready to return the kiss. When she felt his tongue brush her lips she eagerly accepted his offering. As if joined at the mouth, they had no choice but to breathe through their noses.
Inside their mouths a battle of supremacy was being waged; tongues being the only weapons. One tongue curled around the other, retreated and waited impatiently for the other to push forward.
Passions ran high as they passionately groped and caressed each other. In her sexual delirium, Mai barely noticed that her stepson had picked her up and was carrying her toward the bedroom. She moaned lightly when their lips parted. Neither one of them remembered who had taken off her apron.
James gently laid Mai on top of the wrinkled sheets and climbed on the bed beside her. Her legs voluntarily opened as he knelt between them. He placed a series of light kisses on her forehead, her nose and her cheeks.