Robby's legs felt like rubber as he padded down the stairs, heart still jackhammering from the way Penny had just wrung him dry upstairs. His cock was already half-hard again, rubbing against the fresh boxers he'd yanked on. Every step reminded him of the warm, sticky mess she'd left glistening on her skin. Guilt twisted in his gut — *She's your stepmom, you fucking idiot* — but the guilt only made his dick throb harder. This was wrong. This was *filthy*. And he wanted it so bad he could taste it.
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and melted butter. Penny stood at the stove with her back to him, humming softly. The champagne silk robe was gone. In its place she wore only a frilly white apron tied at the neck and waist, the strings framing the perfect bare curve of her ass like gift ribbon. Sunlight poured through the window, catching on the faint, dried streaks of his cum still painting one shoulder blade. She hadn't wiped it off.
She glanced over her shoulder, green eyes sparkling. "There's my good boy. Pancakes are almost ready. Sit."
Robby dropped into his chair, pulse thudding. "Penny… about upstairs—"
"Shh." She flipped a golden pancake with a flick of her wrist. "No guilt in this house. You came like a fountain because your stepmom jerked you off. It was hot. End of story." She turned, hips swaying as she carried the plate over. The apron barely covered her front; the heavy undersides of her tits peeked out the sides, nipples stiff and begging. She set the stack down, then leaned in until her lips brushed his ear. "Eat while it's hot, baby. I'll handle the *other* hunger."
Before he could answer she sank gracefully to her knees between his spread thighs and disappeared under the tablecloth like it was the most natural thing in the world. Robby's fork froze halfway to his mouth. The first warm puff of her breath ghosted over his boxers and his cock surged to full, aching hardness.
"Penny—"
"Eyes on your plate, Robby." Her voice floated up, low and velvet-rough. "If you burn the roof of your mouth I'll feel terrible."
Clever fingers hooked into his waistband and tugged. He lifted just enough for her to peel the fabric down. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, already leaking a glossy bead at the tip. Penny let out a soft, appreciative hum that vibrated straight through his balls.
"God, look at this pretty cock," she murmured, almost reverent. "Been dreaming about it for months. Ever since I caught you staring at my ass while I loaded the dishwasher." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the thick vein underneath in one long, wet stripe. Robby's hips jerked. "Mmm. Still tastes like both of us."
He gripped the edge of the table, forcing a bite of pancake. It might as well have been cardboard. Every nerve was focused downward, where Penny's soft lips kissed their way up his shaft, leaving shiny trails of spit. She nuzzled into the heavy weight of his balls, sucking one gently into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue while her hand stroked the rest of him in lazy, twisting pulls.
"Fuck… Penny…" The words slipped out. His free hand dropped under the table, fingers threading into her thick auburn hair. She moaned around his sac, the sound filthy and eager, then released him with a wet pop.
"Eat," she reminded him, voice husky. Then she took him into her mouth in one smooth, greedy glide — all the way down until her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat squeezed around the head.
Robby's fork clattered against the plate. The wet heat, the tight ripple of her swallowing, the way her tongue flattened and swirled — it was overwhelming. She didn't tease. She *devoured*. Obscene, sloppy sounds rose from under the table — *gluck-gluck-gluck* — as she bobbed with long, deliberate strokes, spit drooling down to soak his balls and drip onto the chair. Every time he tried to chew, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, like she was punishing him for pretending to care about breakfast.
"You're dripping straight down my throat already," she gasped during a quick breath, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. "Been fantasizing about waking you up with my mouth every single morning. Keeping this big cock drained and happy so you never have to sneak off and jerk off thinking about me again." She licked a slow, filthy circle around the sensitive head, eyes watering but gleaming with pure lust. "You gonna feed your stepmom her favorite breakfast, baby? Or do I have to beg?"
Robby's thighs trembled. The guilt was still there — sharp, electric, *wrong* — but it only made everything hotter. He was face-fucking his stepmother's throat while pancakes went cold two feet away. He tightened his grip in her hair and thrust up once, experimentally. Penny's moan was pure approval. She relaxed her throat and let him fuck shallowly into the slick heat while her fingers rolled his balls.
He lasted maybe thirty more seconds.
The orgasm slammed into him like a freight train. Robby's head fell back, a choked groan ripping out as thick, hot spurts flooded her mouth. Penny swallowed greedily around every pulse, humming like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted, milking him until his vision whited out and his hips finally stopped twitching.
She stayed down there a moment longer, gently licking him clean with soft, affectionate strokes of her tongue. Then she crawled out from under the table with flushed cheeks and shiny, swollen lips. A single pearly drop clung to the corner of her mouth; she caught it with her thumb and sucked it off slowly, eyes locked on his.
"Perfect," she whispered, voice deliciously raw. She stood, untied the apron, and let it fall to the floor. Her pussy was visibly soaked, lips puffy and glistening. "Now finish your pancakes like a good boy. You're going to need the energy."
Robby could barely speak. She leaned down, kissed him deep — letting him taste himself on her tongue — then pulled back with a wicked grin.
"By the way…" She picked up his phone, unlocked it with the code she definitely wasn't supposed to know, and snapped a quick photo of her own dripping slit, two fingers spreading her pretty pink folds wide open. The phone buzzed in his hand a second later.
"Open that after lunch," she said, already turning back to the stove like she hadn't just sucked his soul out through his dick. "Dessert's going to be *even* messier."
Robby stared at the notification, cock already twitching against his thigh again.
**To be continued in Chapter 3: Shower Quickie – First Fuck…**