The Mother Tracie Deserves

BREAKFAST

When I next woke up, it was less dark out the window, nearing sunrise. I smiled to find myself tangled in my bedsheets with my incredibly gorgeous stepdaughter. My lips, nipples, and pussy were all a little raw from the night before, and I loved it.

I climbed out of bed, trying to be careful and quiet. I didn't want to wake my sleepy teenager.

I put on my robe and headed into the kitchen, like it was just another typical day in the neighborhood.

Being nude under my robe felt nice. I walked through the house, feeling loose, relaxed, and happy, more than in a long time. Maybe more than ever.

I hummed a little tune to myself as I collected the eggs, bread, butter, and jelly for breakfast. I could have made the meal with my eyes closed, having made it so many mornings for Tracie before she left for school. It was early, but I thought it would be fun to surprise her with breakfast in bed. We had missed dinner the night before, after all, and had burned a lot of calories together during the night!

It was still dark enough outside to make the window over the kitchen sink like a mirror. I focused on my reflection for a moment.

I looked happy. Very happy.

Rolling in the sheets with my daughter all night had left my hair big, messy, and wild - actually, I thought it looked kind of good like that. But more than anything, it was my smile that told the tale.

The bread was heating in the toaster, the eggs were whisked with cream in a bowl, and butter was starting to melt in the pan. I heard Tracie running water in the bathroom. So I couldn't surprise her in bed, but I called out, "I'm making some breakfast, beautiful."

"Be right there," she called back.

I realized how hungry I was. I cracked another egg into the whisking bowl and waited for the pan to heat up. I saw a nice-looking orange and decided to peel that too.

I smiled when Tracie sneaked up behind me and looked over my shoulder. "What are we having, Mom?"

"The regular: scrambled eggs and toast, and this orange looks good..."

I noticed my stepdaughter was stifling a laugh. I turned my head and saw she hadn't put on a stitch of clothing - but she had put on something else.

I gasped when I realized she was wearing the strap-on. "Oh my goodness, Tracie. What do you think you're doing?"

As my daughter's hands slid up my sides, my whole body tingled. I could barely hold onto the orange I was peeling. From behind, my insatiable teen took hold of my bosom through my robe.

"Oh, baby," I whispered. It felt so free and wonderful to have my stepdaughter fondle my breasts right there at the kitchen counter. I made no effort to stop her. I let her play with my body while I tried to keep fixing breakfast. I said, "Is this what naughty girls do with their mommies in the mornings?"

"Mm-hm," Tracie said, nodding her head on my shoulder, playing with my boobs. She pressed her hips into me, pushing me gently against the counter. I felt the dildo against my butt.

I said softly, "You're making it hard for me to fix breakfast, sweetheart."

"I'm just watching you, Mama. I need to learn how to do it like you do. I love your breakfasts."

My nipples grew hard in her hands. I said, "Well, the pan's getting hot..."

"So am I," my daughter whispered, lifting the back of my robe to expose my naked booty.

I gasped, "Tracie..."

She said, "Spread your feet a little."

"Honey," I giggled nervously. "I'm in the middle of making you some nice eggs."

"I love your eggs so much, Mom, I want to see if I can make you pregnant."

I whooped with a shocked laugh. "Oh Tracie! You are crazy."

Before I knew it, she had relieved me of the orange and she was planting my hands down on the kitchen counter. She pulled back on my hips to bend me over. The butter knife went clattering into the sink.

I gasped when she tapped the cool silicone dick up against my pussy. "Are you ready, Mom?" She slid the length of her cock to and fro along my vulva. I couldn't believe I was soaking wet again, from hardly a minute of my my stepdaughter's sexy voice and touch.

"Oh my god, sweetheart," I laughed. "What you do to me..."

"Don't you want to have my baby, Mom?"

I looked back at my beautiful girl and said, "I'm nervous. It's been a long time for me."

"I'll go slow, like you did with me. Would you give me the honor?"

She knew how to melt my heart! I nodded and said, "Yes."

I balled my hands into fists on the counter as my daughter gently penetrated me, right there in the kitchen.

"Oh my god, Tracie!" I gasped. "Oh, honey!"

"Is it okay, Mom?"

"Yes... yes, sweetie. Wow. It's big. But it feels wonderful, actually." I looked back at her young face as she pushed deeper into me. She gave me a loving smile, and it made me happy to see her excitement.

She started out slow, treating me with heart-warming care. Not only had it been a long time, but the dildo was the biggest thing I'd ever had up there. As I breathed and relaxed around it, it felt better by the stroke.

Tracie asked, "A little faster?"

I gripped the counter and said, "I want you to do it however you want, kitten."

It felt incredible as she worked her cock inside me, going just a little faster. The sound of my girl's body tapping into my backside aroused me more.

"You feel so good, Mom. You look so good."

I sighed with gratitude. I said, "Touch me, angel. Would you?"

Her tender hands smoothed up my back under my robe. I moaned in pleasure as I got used to my little girl's big dick.

Before long, she started showing her athletic side, fucking me with a steady rhythm. I was astonished at how good it felt. I loved how my breasts swung over the kitchen sink while my stepdaughter thrust into me.

The toast popped up. We both ignored it.

Tracie was going faster now, and we were both breathing harder. She said, "Oh my gosh, Mom, I'm watching it go in you. You're so amazing. I want to do it as good as you did to me."

"Oh, honey, you're doing such a good job." I groaned as my daughter pumped into me better than any man ever did. My long-neglected vagina was all too ready to receive her pounding thrusts. I felt the dildo's ridges massaging my entrance, and deep inside. Tracie's eager fucking had me quickly going into an animal level, moaning and making crazy noises.

"Yes, Mom, please, be loud for me."

So I was. In my life, I was never an especially vocal woman during lovemaking, but bending over in the kitchen with my stepdaughter's hips smacking into my ass, something released in me. I wanted to be loud for her. I started groaning and wailing as Tracie's fucking grew even more intense and fantastic.

"Oh, go, baby, yes! Ooohhhh!" I bent over more deeply for her, opening myself for my miracle girl. "Fuck me, Tracie! Oh my god, I love you, my angel."

Whap-whap-whap-whap!

My daughter slammed her cock into me with a speed that was hard to believe. My boobs bounced against the kitchen counter. I was getting the fucking of my life.

Tracie was panting. She sounded nervous when she asked, "Do you want to come together again?"

"Yes, baby!"

A burning smell reminded me of the butter in the pan. I reached to clumsily turn off the range and push the pan to a cold burner, a task made harder by the non-stop bumping of our bodies, and the intense pleasure that was starting to overwhelm my mind.

"I'm close, Mom."

I was too. Tracie's breathless, innocent whimpering made it all the more wonderful. So did her sweet hands gripping me tighter. I held onto the counter for dear life. My little girl was going to fuck me to orgasm right there at the kitchen sink.

"Don't stop, honey!" My pussy was tingling with fire and light as my stepdaughter thrust into me with all her strength and speed - and no mercy. I groaned loudly. "Oh, Tracie! Oh god! Oh my god!" The pleasure was so intense, I wailed with twisted beast sounds like I was crying out in pain. "Ahh! Oh god!!"

BAM-BAM-BAM!

"Hello? What's going on?!"

Tracie immediately froze, breathing hard. She hissed, "Who the hell is that?"

"What?" It took me a moment to realize the pounding and voice had come from the front of the house.

"Tracie?!" The same voice called from outside - a young woman's voice. "Hello?!"

"Holy crap!" Tracie whispered desperately. "It's Emma! I forgot! She's here to pick me up!"

My mind was still spinning from the best sex I'd ever had, but I was forced to put a hard, fast stop to it. Ugh!

My daughter yanked her dildo out of me. She said, "What are we gonna do? I'm totally naked!"

I called out to the door, "Just a minute!" Then, quietly to Tracie, I said, "Shh, shh. Calm down, honey. Everything's fine. Just... I'll answer the door and you go get dressed." I pulled my robe closed tight in the front, and smoothed down the back.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god," Tracie was white-faced with fear as she hurried to get out of the strap-on harness. She was almost breaking down with tears when she said, "Mom, I can't get to my room without going by the front door! She can see through the glass! She's going to see me naked!"

I put my hands on her shoulders to calm her. "It's okay, baby. Breathe." We both took a much-needed breath. I said, "I'll go to the door, block her view, and you hustle to your room before I open it."

"O-Okay," she said, her eyes wide with fright. "What about this?" She held the dildo up.

I took the thing and stuck it in a cupboard, piling the straps in with the cups and glasses.

I smiled at her. "It'll be alright, sweetheart." I cupped her cheeks in my hands and gave her a kiss.

"Ms. Gasparo?!" Emma called from the door.

"Coming!" I called back. At least, I would have been, if Emma hadn't interrupted us. I tightened my robe's belt around my waist, quickly brushed my hair back with my hand, and went to the door. I gestured to Tracie to go.

I looked out the sidelight glass, blocking Emma's view as much as I could. I heard my stepdaughter scamper down the hall behind me.

"Oh, Emma!" I said, unlocking and opening the door. "So nice to see you again."

Emma's face was one of terror and confusion. She said, "Is everything okay? It sounded like someone was getting murdered in here!"

"Oh, it's fine, really," I said, impressed with how cool I could act, even though my skin was still hot with arousal.

My daughter's friend said, "Oh, my gosh, Ms. Gasparo. My heart is pounding! Are you sure everything's alright? What was all the yelling about?"

"Oh, come on, come in. Sit down and relax a minute. Tracie's just getting ready. I'm sorry you got yourself a scare, sweetie. See, I was, uh, sometimes I get a terrible charley-horse cramp in my leg - do you ever get those?"

"Oh, really?" Emma said, still upset.

I guided her to sit with her back to where Tracie had gone down the hall. I said, "Yes, oh my gosh, they hurt so much. My whole leg sometimes gets cramped up, from my foot all the way up to my butt, you know?"

"Okay..."

I sat with her, careful that my robe concealed me properly. I said, "Yeah, so I was having such a bad one, and Tracie was trying to help me by stretching it out, and the only thing that hurts more than a charley-horse is trying to stretch it out, right?"

"I guess so..." Emma looked around nervously.

To get her looking back in my direction, I patted her knee and said, "So, where are you girls going so early this morning?"

Emma said, "Today's the team fundraiser. We have to go around collecting returnable cans and bottles."

"Oh, yes - I guess it's that time of year. So, can I get you anything while Tracie's getting ready? I was just making some toast and eggs, actually."

Emma said, "Uh, no, I think-"

"You just wait right here, okay?" I walked to the kitchen, and as soon as I was out of Emma's sight, I leaned against a wall and heaved a silent

Whew!

My heart was pounding!

In the kitchen, I decided to pour Emma a cup of juice. I shook my head at the big dick in the cupboard as I took a cup out.

I kept Emma occupied with the juice and some friendly chit-chat while we waited for Tracie to come out.

I said, "So, a team fundraiser? That's good." Down the hall, I could hear Tracie closing a dresser drawer.

"Yeah," Emma said. "Whatever we make today, half of it helps pay for the award ceremony, and half goes to help homeless families."

"Oh, how nice."

Within a few minutes, Emma was entirely relaxed. She took a sip and said, "You seem a lot happier today, Ms. Gasparo."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. When I saw you at the store, you seemed really down." She lowered her voice, "Did you and Tracie sort things out?"

I laughed. "Oh yes. We definitely sorted things out."

"That's good," Emma said. "My mom says every girl has to have some drama with her mother from time to time."

I sighed, "I think she might be right."

Emma smiled. "I know she and I have our own sometimes. I'm glad you two made up."

"Me too," I said. As I watched Emma politely sip her juice, I thanked god that she didn't seem to have any idea of what had really been going on in the kitchen. I swallowed when I realized there was a chance Emma's cup had been in contact with the dildo I had stuck in the cupboard. All I could do was hope she wasn't tasting my pussy with her juice.

Tracie appeared, a bit out of breath, but she looked ready to go. Like her friend, she was now in her volleyball team sweats and her varsity jacket. The sight of my beautiful daughter put a big smile on my face.

She glanced at me with a bashful little grin. She said to Emma, "Sorry I was late getting ready..."

Emma said, "Your mom told me. You were helping her with her cramp."

Tracie looked at me and said, "Uh, yeah. Sometimes she needs me to help her out. We should go, huh?"

I walked them to the front door.

Emma stepped out, saying, "Nice seeing you again, Ms. Gasparo."

"You too, sweetie. Have a good day. Get lots of cans and bottles."

My stepdaughter had a twinkle in her eye when she said, "See you later, Mom."

I whispered, "Can't wait."

Both of us quietly giggled as we shared a quick kiss.

As Tracie and her friend walked to the car, I heard Emma say, "You and your mom are so cute. I wish I was that close with my mom."

I stood there at the front door in my robe - no one needed to know I was nude and trembling under it. I called to the girls, "Be careful, ladies. Will I see you for lunch?"

Tracie called back, "I'm not sure when we'll be done. I'll text you."

"Okay, bye-bye," I said, waving. "Love you!" I never felt more like a stereotypical suburban mom. It felt great!

The autumn morning chill blew under my robe, reminding me how close to naked I was. I stepped back into the house, closed the front door, and leaned back against it. I sighed as I looked at my cozy little home. After some rough times and a lot of drama, it was a happy home, once again.

Happier than ever, actually. I couldn't wait until my daughter got back home. And I treasured the thought that maybe she was looking forward to it too. We had some breakfast to finish.