Breakfast For Dinner

They had decided on breakfast for dinner.

You ever do that?

Sometimes it just really hits the spot.

It was another hot & shitty Arizona night

they had to keep the A/C off for awhile

to try and save some money.

She was in her nightgown

her chest just pouring out the top.

Two perfectly round, mounds of glory

that gave way to a million hard-ons.

They're both in the cramped little kitchen.

He's mixing the pancake batter

she's frying the bacon.

The bacon was her thing

cause he always fucks it up and burns it.

He gets done mixing the batter

and stands behind her ass.

He runs his hand

up and down, over and across it

grabbing a handful and squeezing

biting his lip.

He immediately gets hard.

"Goddamn baby." He says, slipping his hand up her gown.

She turns the bacon with a fork, it crackles and pops

"Motherfucker!"

"You okay, darlin?"

"Yeah."

He pulls his cock out and slips in-between those cheeks.

She trembles.

He rubs it back and forth

across her cheeks

slaps her ass with it a bit.

Then she says the magic words,

"You wanna get one?"

"Sure do, mama."

And off he races to the bedroom.

He grabs one condom from the little box on the dresser.

When he returns, she's got her tits pulled out.

Bent over gripping the stove, she's smiling ear to ear.

Eager for what he was about to give her.

'Topsy II' by Cozy Cole plays over the stereo.

As the organ plays on, he's got two fistfulls of

her big tis

her ass, bouncing and shaking with each thrust.

When he came, she put the last strip of bacon on the plate.

She leaves her tits out a minute, pulling him in for a kiss

pulling back and smiling up at him

with that look she got after sex.

He stares at her pretty face

and her exposed breasts

looking her up and down

just really taking her in.

Getting a good look and coping a feel.

"Goddamn baby, you are finer than frog hair."

She laughs so hard

she snorts and covers her mouth.

Breakfast dinner was almost ready.

They were just waiting on the pancakes.