Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Enjoy!
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Jeremiah is up early the next morning and enters the kitchen to the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked by Mrs. Hartman. The South Africa stud stands in the doorway and observes Jane in front of the stove wearing a pink short-sleeve housecoat. She has a nice rear end sticking out from beneath her housecoat like a couple of hams.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hartman," says Jeremiah startling the busty housewife.
"Oh geez, Jeremiah. I didn't see or hear you come downstairs," she says, fixing her composer.
Jeremiah notices the heavy swings in her enormous breasts as they hung lower on her chest than customary, showing signs that she isn't wearing a bra underneath her housecoat. Her hard nipples were lewdly pressing against the fabric.
"I'm glad to see you're feeling better. I wanted to check on you last night but Chris was being overprotective and didn't allow me to come into the bedroom after you guys got back from The Pit. He said you ate something bad and got food poising. What did you eat that made you sick?"
Jeremiah didn't know what Jane was talking about until it instantly clicks in his brain. He remembered a sleepy Chris explaining to him that he concocted a cover story while he was out late pass their midnight curfew.
"Some bad shrimp but I'm feeling much better," Jeremiah replies, keeping his eyes locked on Jane's pendulous hangers as she moves around the kitchen. "How was your night, Mrs. Hartman? Did you and Mr. Hartman do anything fun last night?"
"No, no, no. We just had a quiet night. Tomas finish, I mean, he went to bed early," she solemnly answers, tumbling a bit over her words as she returns to the stove. "And please, just call me Jane. Do you want any breakfast? Hope you like bacon and eggs. Bread is in the bread box if you want some toast. Don't know if you're a coffee drinker but you're more than welcome to have some. There's so much that I don't know about you Jeremiah and I'm looking forward to getting to know more about you and..." before Jane could finish her rambling sentence, Jeremiah was pressed up against her back. His huge semi-hard cock is pushing against the small of her back. Jane gasp and didn't know how to react but shock.
"Jeremiah?... What are you doing, dear?" the befuddled married housewife asks in a soft tone, unexpectedly not frighten by a strange black man she just met 24 hours ago press up against her.
"Well, you wanted to get to know more about me. Rather than talk, why don't I just show you," he says moving his hands to front the of Jane's massive chest, and without touching her obscene fat melons, he uses his fingers to tease her already prominent nipples, flicking and tugging on them through her thin housecoat. She begins moaning from the attention.
"Ohhh, Jeremiah. You shouldn't be doing this..."
He continues the teasing on her poor hardening nipples until they were fully erected. His enormous dick is also rock-hard against her lower and mid-back.
"Oh god. Is that your penis? Holy moly you're huge!" the aroused housewife describes.
"Just wait until you feel how huge it feels inside you," he whispers in her ear, his hands full of her massive breasts, molesting her MILF knockers from the outside of her housecoat. The raunchy and unexpected encounter is short-lived hearing footsteps coming downstairs.
"Hey, honey. Hey Jeremiah. I didn't expect to see you up this early especially since Chris said that you weren't feeling well last night. I hope you're feeling better today," says Tom entering the kitchen to find Jeremiah sitting at the kitchen table and Jane standing in front of the stove trying her best to pretend like this is just another morning.
"Good morning Mr. Hartman," Jeremiah replies.
"Hmmm, honey. Breakfast smells good as always," Tom compliments and walks up behind his wife to kiss her cheek. "But I'm just going to pass. I got that big meeting in 20 minutes. I'll just take my coffee and go."
