Friday mornings are the best in our house. I usually wake up early and make a batch of my step-dad's favorite chocolate chip cookies as I know it helps to get our weekends off to a good start. This Friday morning wasn't different than any other as I rolled out of bed. After freshening up a little, I pulled my long wavy brown hair back into a ponytail and began walking down the hallway toward the stairs. I was stopped momentarily in the hall by a low groaning coming from my parents' bedroom. Butterflies rushed to my belly as memories of that same moan resounded in my head.
I took a couple of steps back and looked in through the slightly cracked door. "Mmmmmm," he moaned again. There he lay on his back on the bed, my mother between his legs. Her pretty head of brown hair just like mine was bobbing up and I down. The look on dad's face revealed she was giving him one amazing blowjob.
The butterflies in my belly turned into tingles beneath my pajama bottoms. Sounds of her slurping and gagging on my step-dad's thick stiff cock was making my body react wildly; my nipples hardened beneath the sheer light blue fabric of my tank top and my breathing became labored. Pure ecstasy beamed on his face with every long slow slurp of his cock that she took. Without thought, my hand began to travel down my belly toward the elastic rim of my white boy shorts. I closed my eyes as my fingers found my slick hard jewel anticipating the joy I would soon give to myself.
Just as I opened them, his deep hot eyes staring back at me. He threw me a dirty rugged smile and bit down on his full bottom lip as he groaned loudly and bucked his hips into my mother's face. Busted! I wanted him so bad in that moment I nearly burst in the room myself!
He loved performing for me, knowing that not having him had been driving me crazy since that night. When my mom came home the day after our evening together, we both knew it would be a while before we would be able to be with each other. We all have pretty busy schedules and when we're home, we're usually there as a family. We've had some chances though.
There was one day when she was out grocery shopping and I came home. I ran upstairs toward my room and ran into Mike in the hall. He grabbed me as I got to the top of the stairs and his arms wrapped tight around me. His rough hands found their way to my ass, their favorite place to be as he slammed me against the hallway wall. He pushed his face into mine, his hot tongue probing my mouth.
"Finally," I thought, "I get to feel him." He must've been ready for me because his dick was instantly hard against me. We wrestled to get my pants off, not fast enough. His beautiful full cock was wrapped snug in his dark gray boxer briefs, darker at the tip where I could see his excitement. My cunt was aching to be filled with him.
Just as his hand reached into my panties, we heard the door open. "Anybody home?" she yelled up the stairs. My body was physically in pain anticipating the feeling of him destroying my body with his. Instead we quickly parted and I went into my bedroom to get dressed.
There were other times when we'd sneak away to make out, but we haven't found the right time to completely be together. Mom was home for vacation, Mike was working a lot, and I was taking summer classes down at the community college. It seemed as though we would never have the chance to be together again.
Knowing that I couldn't have him right then and there while my mom slurped on his dick, I walked away, wet, horny and disappointed. I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen to begin making his cookies. I purposely did not turn on the radio while I worked, as I usually do, so I could hear them more clearly. My mom loved Mike's cock. He always made her cum...many times. More recently, I've been hearing Mike groaning more loudly than usual. Part of me thinks he wants me to hear him so I can cream my panties. It's working.
After getting one batch of cookies in the oven, I sat on the counter and spread my legs. Rubbing my hard little nub, I listened to the orchestra of fucking going on just above my head. My hand eventually made its way beneath the white cotton fabric of my shorts and my fingers were deep in my wet kitty. Remembering him working himself in my cunny and hearing the slapping sounds of him plowing into mom sent me into orgasm. As the convulsions of my pussy subsided, I heard a door shut upstairs. I jumped off of the counter and turned to face the cabinets and catch my breath.
"Mmm, chocolate chip?" Mike queried, as if he had to. He knew they were. They always were...for the last 2 years at least. I knew he was close behind me; I smelled him first. A mixture of sweet smelling cologne and sweat and a hint of pussy which oddly turned me on. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he asked me the ridiculous question. What a fuckin' tease he is.
His still slightly stiff dick was just barely brushing up against my ass. "Mike, I always make you chocolate chip on Fridays," I answered, trying to appear unaffected by the rush of arousal in my body. He reached his hands around my body and cupped my large breasts and tweaked my nipples between his fingers, "No, these chocolates." He turned me around and kissed me full on the mouth and headed down to my nipple. He pulled my tank top away from my body as his hot mouth enveloped my hard nipple. Like a key unlocks a door, my legs immediately opened and his fingers made their way to my sopping wet cunt. He hummed on my nip and pressed hard against my stiff clit. We were silent as he finger fucked his hot little step daughter to orgasm. His hands were so rough inside of me. It didn't take long before my pussy clenched around his fingers and came all over them. As his hand exited my welcoming cunt, he rubbed his index finger against my clit once more. He kissed me gently on the lips and then gave his little kitty a pat.
"Yummy! Renee's making her famous cookies," mom's voice said coming down the stairs. Mike and I parted, him sitting back with his fingers in his mouth and me facing the oven.
"Good morning my loves," she said, kissing me on the cheek. She looked over at Mike with his fingers in his mouth, "Are you eating her cookies before they're all done?" Mike looked like a kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Little did she know the cookies Mike loved tasting was between her little girls legs.
Mike chuckled then broke the silence, "Honey, did you know Renee has a college tour coming up? She's going up to the mountains next weekend to look at the school in Chadwick."
"Oh really? Why didn't you tell me, Renee? That's wonderful." My mom was so ready for me to go to college. I'm sure she wanted the entire house to herself so Mike could fuck her brains out. But she wasn't quite ready for me to be so far away from home. I got accepted to a school in California and one in Georgia, but mom wanted me close enough to drive home, "in case there was ever any trouble." I take it she knows what a little trouble maker her little girl is.
