Late Night Movies (chapter 7) - Sex Stories

Late Night Movies (chapter 7)

I woke the next morning full of curiosity. Only it was closer to mid afternoon when I finally did wake. After the bathroom I made my way toward the wonderful aromas coming from the kitchen. I knew before I rounded the corner that mom would be there making pancakes and bacon from the smells and sounds and I was right. I stood silently behind. Her hair was a mess and she was still wearing her pink nightie from the night before. Her ass was completely exposed and it looked like she wasn't wearing underwear either. She must have just rolled out of bed and started cooking her usual Saturday morning breakfast. "Good morning mommy." I said with a yawn. She startled a bit, not knowing I was there but then turned holding a perfectly brown pancake on her spatula. With the morning sun shining into the kitchen the see-throughness of her gown was much more apparent. Her tits were huge, big dark nipples poking at the sheer fabric. They swayed as she reached to drop the cake onto a stack of others. "Good morning hun!" she said with a smile. "Did ya sl**p good? She asked this question every morning but today was different. It reminded me of how upset I was when her and daddy sent me to bed last night. I just replied with a grunt and went to the living room to watch cartoons and wait for my breakfast. She sighed and continued to cook. I sat on the couch, the hide-a-bed already had be pushed back inside and the cushions placed regularly. I scanned through the channels but all my favorite ...

... cartoons had already aired. I left it on a football game and watched for a bit, not really understanding what was going on. My mommy came in carrying a plate of pancakes and bacon, already cut and smothered in syrup along with a cup of milk. She sat it down on the coffee table, her left breast falling out entirely as she bent down. She casually wrapped the pointless sheet over it then laughed while looking at the screen. "Since when do YOU like football honey?" She asked with sincere surprise. "Daddy and Chris like football. I wanna be like them." I answered honestly. "Ahhh I see." she said with a smile, going back to the kitchen. She came back with another plate, sat it down then repeated the task again. "Breakfast is ready!" she yelled down the hall. I heard a groan come from my Dad and I started eating. Daddy came out exactly as I saw him before I went to bed the last night. He was wearing only a tshirt and his penis hung between his legs, half hard with a bead of fluid clinging to the tip. "Good Morning." he said while plopping down onto the couch beside me. He took a huge drink of milk nearly finishing it before even starting to eat. My mom hurried and refilled his glass. "Where's Chris?" he asked after noticing his absence. "I think he went to play football with his friends." My mom said while setting a new cold glass of milk in front of Daddy. "Well he better be at the field when we go by or home soon or he's gonna miss out." Daddy said before filling his mouth with a big ...