Pancake Breakfast Festival 01
"Mrs. Shaw, I don't mean to be rude or politically incorrect, but since you've lived a little longer than I have, I mean, when did they invent 6am and more importantly, why would anyone invent 6am, huh?"
"James, I'm just single digits older than you! I mean, it's 8 + 7 + 3 + 5, but they are all single digits just the same. Anyways, I mean, I think it's required to make the clocks work and so that the street workers on the Strip know that it's quitting time. I mean, since they unionized and all, right James? Now, let me ask you a question [shivers], I mean, is the Middleton Civic Center just a little spooky at this hour with so few people in it or what?"
"Oh, I think Maude and her hairnet is a little spooky, but other than that, well, maybe a building this size is a little spooky at this hour when it's empty. And since we are trading questions, Mrs. Shaw, I mean, just how does Mrs. Bentley manage to attract a crowd for literally anything and then at literally any time of the day, huh? Also, why am I here at 6am when the Pancake Breakfast Festival kickoff starts at 8am then?"
"Oh, please, James, that woman has a knack for hosting fund raisers and for kicking off festivals and the reason they invented 6am is so Maude and her hairnet crew could do their griddle hairnet thing so that pancakes are on the tables at 8am! It all lines up, James. Besides, as a man, well, as a baby man at just 20, I mean, surely, you're not complaining about the way Mrs. Bentley's boobs literally enter the room about 7 seconds before the rest of her does, right, LOL?"
"Abb, abb, abb..."
"LOL, I'm just teasing you, James. All men melt for boobs. Anyways, the food delivery truck will be here soon, so get ready with the 2 wheeled dolly cart. Half of the pancake mix boxes, which will seem to be endless, are to go into the storage room and the other half and the eggs and bacon go into the griddle area refrigerator, which means, LOL, you have to deal with Hairnet Maude for a few minutes at 6am, but you'll be fine, young man."
Hi, I'm James, well, Jimmy, and I still don't get why there is a "6" on the clock at such an hour of the morning, but I guess breakfast stuff takes time to prep, although, I mean, I just go the through the window at the "Burnt Burger" joint and I'm done with it, right?
Anyways, welcome to Middleton's Pancake Breakfast Festival kick off as hosted and sponsored by the one and only, Mrs. Boobs McGee, I mean, Mrs. Bentley.
[Backup alarm beep, beep, beep]
"Sorry if I'm running a little late this morning, folks, but I got all caught up on the Strip trying to get a little action in before quitting time, tee he, but anyways, I'm union, so all I do is unload the cube truck onto the Civic Center's loading dock, so I'm glad to see you have cart available and oh, ooh, hey kid, is this your mom and do you mind if I hit on your mom while you cart the seemingly endless boxes and stacks of breakfast food to where ever they go, huh?"
Well, that didn't really register with me since it was 6am in the morning, but holy pancake snap, right? The boxes of pancake mix did seem to be endless!
"And take your time with the carting, kid, so, is it Miss MILF or Mrs. MILF then, hmm?"
"Hey, butthole, I'll have you know that Mrs. Shaw is a respected..."
"Easy, James, I got this. Mr. Disgusting, it's too bad about your union rules and all since half of theses seemingly endless boxes of stuff need to go into the griddle area where Hairnet Maude is anxiously waiting for them and she might still be just a little groggy from it being 6am, so?"
"Hairnet Maude? Well, this is my last stop and all for the morning, so, aha, aha, aha, step aside kid and let a real disgusting and desperate man show you how it's done!"
[Swoosh, swish, the big dolly cart from the cube truck has smoke coming from the wheels]
"Mrs. Shaw, LOL, that was pretty slick and did you see the look in his..."
"Hush, James, you're not off of the hook. That remaining stack of seemingly endless boxes of pancake mix still need to be wheeled into the dry storage room, so, let's get with it and when I say we, I mean, get with it, James!"
[Grunt, stack, grunt, stack, grunt, stack, grunt, stack]
"Don't hurt yourself, James."
"Mrs. Shaw, I got this and whoever invented the 2 wheeled dolly cart should be praised, so."
"Oh, I wasn't talking about your back, James. I was talking about the boner you're sprouting for me at literally 6am, for Pete's sakes!"
So, I mean, at 20, I mean, I had no experience on how to respond to that, right? I mean, Mrs. Shaw wasn't wrong or anything, but there cannot be a response to that, right?
"Don't sweat it, James, I get it. You're a guy, you're 20 and you're awake, so, LOL, boing!"
Well, I wasn't about to call out Mrs. Shaw for stealing a copy of the 20 something male handbook or anything, but I was going to submit an update request to the handbook to include more about what to do when alone with a woman such as Mrs. Shaw at 6am inside of a basically empty Middleton Civic Center, especially when Mrs. Shaw looks as good as she does, even at 8 + 7 + 3 + 5 older than me. So, I'm sure you can understand how it was difficult not to keep an eye ball on her as I wheeled cart after cart of seemingly endless boxes of pancake mix from the loading dock to the dry storage room. Which was way too close to the griddle area!
[Loud banging and clanking from pots and pans and from Hairnet Maude getting banged, bang, bang]
"Hmm, I suppose that we don't need to listen to that then, right, James?"
"Oh, so close the storage room door then, Mrs. Shaw, tee he, it will be over in a few minutes, right?"
[The heavy storage room door closes and snaps shut]
"Don't get any ideas, young man. There are still a few people in the main area setting up the long tables and chairs! Well, they probably are, but in between gawking at Mrs. Bentley's cleavage, which, holy, lowcut blouse, that woman brings it morning, noon and night! And by the way, James, pushing against me while I closed the storage door is considered as getting an idea, so?"
"Well, what are we supposed to do then, Mrs. Shaw, twiddle our thumbs while the delivery guy is getting busy and flipping Hairnet Maude's flap jacks then, hmm?"
"James, I'm not saying that I wouldn't enjoy sitting on your cock, I'm just saying that this is not the time or the place for that, Hairnet Maude excluded, of course, so?"
Wait, women get on top? Also, that wasn't a "no" as far as I heard things.
[Swoosh, the rear hallway and shelf units shake from a freak wind gust]
"Brace yourself, Mrs. Shaw, it feels like a freak wind storm is coming through!"
"LOL, silly boy, that was probably just Mrs. Bentley popping two more buttons on her blouse! I'm sure those puppies create quite a breeze when unleashed! Also, um, that's my crotch that you're bracing yourself with, so?"
"Oh, tee he, um, that was just a natural reaction, Mrs. Shaw, tee he, he, so?"
"Oh, well the danger has passed now, so?"
"Oh, well, my hand seems to be trapped by the grip from your powerful thighs, Mrs. Shaw, so?"
"Oh, tee he, he, my bad, James, but I never said that I would stop you from pushing into me if you were between my thighs."
[Huh, neither one of them releases their grip even though the super cleavage wind storm had passed]
"Well, Mrs. Shaw, I hate to say or admit this, but I'm looking for your 8 + 7 + 3 + 5 years of experience and wisdom over me to define what happens next, so?"
"Well, James, if you're waiting for me to make the first move, um, you can forget that. I mean, I like how you're 20, which means your supercharged cock is 20 and I could use an extremely excited cock right about now since my hubby stepped out for a pack of cigarettes almost eight years ago and hasn't returned yet, but we're in a storage room for Pete's sakes, but to mention that your mother will be attendance of the Pancake Breakfast Festival kick off later this morning, so how would I mingle and talk with her with your dried pancake batter between my thighs, huh? But maybe I like how you said my thighs were powerful because trust me young man, I'd wrap you up so tight between my powerful thighs! Oops, I mean, James, I'm 8 + 7 + 3 + 5 years older than you, for Pete's sakes!"
Well, snap! Even the mention of the words "my mother" were almost the damn kiss of death!
"Okay, I'm sorry, James. I can see in your eyes that I choose a few poorly timed words, but still, I mean, we could get caught or discovered because there are other people here at this hour and Mrs. Bentley has a habit of walking around and throwing her controlling power around, so?"
Again, not exactly a "no" as far as I could tell. Also, hey, I'm 20, so I bounced back.
"Well, Mrs. Shaw, I'm interested, so?"
"James, you're horny, not that it's a bad thing to be fired up sometimes, so?"
[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, ahh, ahh]
"Well, I never said that I'm not horny too, James. But that's enough. Also, that's enough of the surgery that you're trying to perform on my belly button."
"Oh, I mean, Mrs. Shaw, it's just that I still have so much to learn, like if it's just a myth that sometimes a woman leans forward and braces herself up against something, tee he, such as a couple of shelf units, while engaging with her lover as her lover approaches from behind, so?"
"Oh, that's not a myth, James, that's good sex! Well, at least from what I can remember from my nights in the club and I'm pretty sure that it ranks like #2 on the "Top Five Quickie" positions, but here's the thing, I'm still eligible for Child Day Care issues, so?"
And by the way, if they can invent something as stupid as 6am, then why can't someone invent a simple condom vending machine for the rear hallway of the Civic Center, hmm?
Also, I mean, I was still waiting for those 8 + 7 + 3 + 5 years of experience to come up with a solution.
"Alright, James, don't look so sad. It's just not the right time or place. So, let's exchange a few more kisses and call it for today, okay?"
[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, ahh, ahh]
"Ahh, snap, that feels like some pancake batter stirring spoon you have there, James, um, um, oh fuck, to be 20 again!"
[Pushes away from James, pulls him back in, pushes away, pulls back in, James was getting dizzy]
"Time! James, I'm wearing white summer shorts and any dampness will be noticeable! But OMG, even at 20, you know how to rub a pussy through cotton!"
Yeah, I've learned few things on my way to becoming 20.
[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, ahh, ahh]
"Okay, okay, wow, James, wait, the math, right? You're just 20 and I'm 8 + 7 + 3 + 5 years older than you, but on the other hand, whew, you're 20, so your throbbing cock is just 20 and ooh la, la, could I use some of that, but there are at least 6 people in the Civic center right now and holy 8 years sex starved snap, James, oh, how I want this [rub, rub, rub] slamming into me, but, ahem, not here and not now, James."
[Mwah, ummah, mwah, smooch, lip smack, lip lock, mwah, ah, rub, rub, mwah, ah, ahh, ahh]
"[Panting, moaning and groaning] will my mouth be alright for now, James? But I warn you in advance, James, I have never been known as much of a blow job queen, so?"
Oh, I mean, if you don't know what you're doing, then that's a hard pass, right? Or not, LOL.
