“Shit happens. Take me to Brianne’s.”
Chapter Eleven
Friday Morning
DJ awoke to the smell of bacon sizzling in the kitchen. He allowed himself the luxury of awakening gradually; before long he saw Morgan peering down the hallway to check on him. She was wearing a pair of skimpy silk boxers and a tank top that was so tight it must have been one of Lauren’s. Her hair was mussed like she’d just woken up, but she’d taken time to smear on some dark red lipstick. A thin smile crept onto her face when she saw his eyes roaming over her figure.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Breakfast ready?”
“Will be soon—couple minutes.”
“I think I’ll take it in bed—bring it in when it’s ready.”
“Yes sir.”
He heard her coming shortly after; with him awake, she’d taken the time to don a pair of stiletto heels that echoed down the hallway. DJ didn’t even understand the aesthetic she was going for, but whatever it was, it worked. She strode in one foot in front of the other, bending at the waist to hand him a plate loaded with pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. The view down her neckline almost made him drop it. She smiled knowingly.
“Would you like me to cut your food for you?”
He could tell she was teasing him, but he decided to call her bluff. “That would be swell.”
She made a face, but gamely knelt down beside the bed and began her task. He threw aside the covers, revealing the lingering presence of the morning wood he’d woken up with. “Is that for me?” she asked.
“Depends on the quality of my breakfast,” he said as she finished dicing it up. “Now get your ass up here. You’re going to help feed me.”
That morning, DJ ate his breakfast off of his step-mother’s naked body. He used the valley between her breasts as a receptacle for syrup, sponging the pancakes in them piece by piece. He fed her an occasional bit, letting her suck the syrup off of his fingertips. He lapped up the remnants, then drizzled more across her evenly tanned breasts and sucked it off bit by sticky bit.
He ate most of the bacon right off of her pussy, his tongue licking up every savory bit he could out of her. He didn’t think pussy-soaked bacon would ever be a commodity, but as an experience, it was one he didn’t regret.
Morgan lie there panting, breasts heaving with desire as she was licked and sucked and used as a serving dish. “That was a damn fine meal, Morgan.”
“If I’d known you were so hungry, I’d have made more, master,” she said, smiling as he loomed over her, groping her sticky-sweet tits. Then she gasped as he thrust into her without warning.
“Time for dessert.”
DJ plowed his step-mother at a leisurely pace, using it as an opportunity to stretch his tired muscles. He had her suck one finger after another clean, the only thing that kept her from wailing so loud she woke the neighborhood.
As it was, the only person she awakened was Lauren.
“Hey, do I smell bac… on…” Lauren’s query trailed off as she stepped out of her room to find her mom taking it from her step-brother in a nice romp with a view position.
“Heya Lauren—I saved you a piece,” DJ said, grinning. He left his ring finger in Morgan’s mouth and didn’t stop his easy rhythm.
“You two are gross. I’ll pass.”
“Hey,” he said sternly. “Your gutterslut of a mother made us a very special breakfast, and I saved some just for you. Now eat it.” DJ nodded to the plate on the night-stand, still holding the eggs and a few strips of bacon.
“Ugh, do I have to?” She eyed the couple with dismay.
“You do, or I’ll have her ground you when I’m done with her.” Not that he needed much of a threat; she’d do it anyway, because he was who he was.
Lauren glared, but strutted into the room and picked up the plate testily, avoiding looking at the scene before her and about-facing to leave as soon as the meal was in hand. “Oh no, you can’t be trusted not to hide your food—you’ll sit right there in the corner and eat it.”
The cheerleader rolled her eyes. “You’re such an ass, DJ.” Still, she obeyed, plopping herself down and trying not to see what was foremost in her vision. Her step-brother re-focused on his business, but glanced over every so often. She began with the eggs, complaining that they’d let them go cold.
Then she got to the other. “Hm. Bacon’s off… It’s not super crispy, and… it tastes funny.” She chewed slowly, swallowing with a pensive expression.
“Really? That’s weird, we made it extra special for you,” DJ said, grunting as Morgan’s pussy clenched down around him. Her eyes were at war between their desire to plead for him to keep fucking her and her desire to say something to Lauren as she downed the final piece with more relish.
“Yeah, really. Still… it’s not bad. Little different, but not too bad.”
DJ couldn’t help it; he burst into laughter and finally pulled out of Morgan. “What? What the fuck is it, you creep?”
“Language!” Morgan admonished as DJ’s finger pulled out of her mouth.
“Seriously, Mother?” Lauren snapped. “You’re lying there getting split in half by Dorkules, and you wanna take issue with me dropping the f-bomb? Nice heels by the way. Real slutty.”
Morgan blushed, having no good comeback, and DJ slowly recover from his giggle fit. “That’s no way to talk to your mother—you should be thanking her for breakfast.”
“Yeah sure. Thanks, mumsy!” she said in raw sarcasm.
DJ leaned down and whispered in his step-mother’s ear. “Morgan, why don’t you tell your ungrateful daughter about your secret recipe?”
Morgan, never one to enjoy being disrespected by her flippant daughter, grinned. “That bacon just came out of my ‘slutty’ cunt. Dear.”
It took a moment before her eyes bulged. She clapped a hand over her mouth and sprinted into the bathroom. DJ shut the door behind her to keep the sounds of her retching out, and returned to Morgan.
“Thanks for breakfast, Morgan—now here, let me feed you yours.” With his hand on the back of her head, he guided her ruby-lipped mouth to his cock. “I hope you’re hungry.”
Friday Afternoon
“Here we are,” Lauren said as she put the car in park in front of the gym. “If I know Brianne, she’ll be in there, punishing the hell out of herself for the half-pound her body refused to gain after pigging out yesterday. In fact… yep, there’s her car,” she said, pointing.
“Cool. Thanks, Laur. I’ll see you tonight when you and Morgan get back from shopping. Tell her I want fresh sheets on that bed by tonight.”
“I can’t believe you fed me pussy bacon, you prick.” She frowned.
“I can’t believe you liked it,” he responded as he shut the car door behind him.
It only took him a couple minutes before he found Brianne, and half of that was spent shaking the man working the door who insisted he needed a membership card to get in. He’d had to resort to giving him a wedgie he’d not soon forget to get him off his back.
Well… he hadn’t had to. Meh.
Brianne was hard at work on the stair climber when he found her—he recognized her first from that spectacularly tight caboose of hers before he could be bothered to notice the rest. He greeted her by taking two handfuls of it after sneaking up behind her. A heavyset woman in pink spandex working out on the next machine over looked away uncomfortably.