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All characters are fictitious and over the age of 18.
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I followed the wonderful aroma of morning coffee down the hall into the sun filled kitchen.
I couldn't help but stare at her. Reaching from her tippy toes, making herself as long as possible, searching for a mug on the top shelf of the cupboard. What a beautiful little woman, I thought to myself. Her cute pink t-shirt tugged up exposing a tight, toned tummy and a round, juicy ass squeezed into some little purple sweatpants.
Although I enjoyed watching her struggle I felt bad it has gone on for so long. I got up and started walking over towards her.
"Would you like a hand?" I laughed.
"I think I've got it." She said, still bouncing on her tip toes.
I stood behind her watching a few more futile attempts.
"OK." I said, having had enough of that.
I reached overtop of her to get the mug. I couldn't quite reach it so I leaned forward, pushing into her. To keep my balance I stretched my arm out and it found its way around her waist. Although I had grasped the mug I pretended it had taken a moment longer, as I was taking in the fact that I had her on her tiptoes pinned up against the kitchen counter with my arm wrapped around her. Shocked and excited I may have even pushed toward her harder and held her tighter.
"Oops, sorry." I lied.
I set the mug down on the counter in front of her.
"Thanks" She smiled.
"I could have reached it myself."
She hated being short.
"Oh, of course you could have." I pretended to be serious.
I reached around her and put the cup back on the top shelf farther back.
She frowned at me.
"Ok then." I said, wanting her to try to get the cup.
She stretched as long as she could and to my surprise she was almost there.
"Almost." I put my hands on her sides and tickled her ribs.
She jolted back into me. "Not fair. Tickling is not allowed."
She turned and tired to tickle me back but she just fell to the ground trying not to laugh.
We rolled around on the floor wrestling. I let her take control and she pinned me. She had me mounted. She was smiling and giggled while I weakly struggled against her. I pretended to buck her off, knocking her forward, so she laid flat out trying to keep me restrained. Our bodies mashed together.
I held on to her wrists and easily flipped us over. Now I had her mounted. She squirmed lightly then all of a sudden really tried to free her arms of my grip. She tried to buck me off but I just ground my waist hard into hers. I smiled playfully as she made her last mock attempt to escape.
She looked up at me with her big eyes. The look on her face was helpless and excited. We were play fighting, but now I had won. She realized she could never break out of my pin. All she could do was submit. I gave her a sweet smirk.
"Now you're mine now." I declared, grinding into her gently. "I've got you right where i want you."
I tilted my head and leaned in slowly as if to give her a kiss. She closed her eyes as I moved in. I stopped with her pouting lips just inches from mine. Sliding to the side I planted a kiss on her cheek close to her mouth.
We both heard someone coming down in the front door. She stared up at me. I looked down at her and quickly gave a small peck on her lips.
"Love you mum." I smiled at her.
I jumped up off the floor and reached down to offer assistance for her to get up too. She held my hands as I pulled her to her feet.
I grabbed the mug and placed it her hands.
She scrunched her face at me.
I put one hand on the small of her back and the other caressed her cheek and neck. I planted a big deep kiss on her soft lips.
I turned to the refrigerator just as someone came into the kitchen.
"Good morning bud." It was my dad coming in getting home from work. He works nightshift and was winding down just as we were waking up.
Mum hurriedly filled her mug and went over to the breakfast table.
"Good morning." I replied
I poured a cup of coffee for myself and then looked around the fridge for something to eat. There was a half a pie mum had made. I pulled the pie out and cut two peices. I grabbed two plates, two forks and went to sit at the table.
I set down a fork and plate in front of my mum and sat beside her. I put down my plate and had a slip of coffee. I put my hand on her leg and gently squeezed. She glowed smiling lovingly at me.
"Do you want some milk?" Dad asked while helping himself to some pie.
"No thanks. I've already got a little milf here, with a little slice of pie." I knew no one would have heard that well enough. Mum may have though she heard it.
Dad joined us at the table and turned towards the other room to watch the television.
I continued to squeeze her leg gently. I stroked her leg as we let our feet playfully pet under the table. I stroked her leg while eating and keeping an eye on the one watching tv.
While he was deep into the tv program I leaned over to give her a secret kiss on the cheek. She noticed me moving and turned to see only to meet my lips head on. My hand grasped her as we both felt a jolt of energy. We kissed deeply for a brief moment. We broke it off and looked back to see he was still staring at the tube.
I was lusting uncontrollably. My hand slid up between her thighs. I rubbed her mound enjoying the warmth and and feeling a damp spot forming.
That's when dad turned back around to his food.
"How do you like the pie?" He asked.
"Achoo!" I sneezed.
"Bless you." Mum replied.
"Good." I said, responding to his question.
I pulled my fingers from the dampness between her legs and brought my hand above the table. I inhaled the scent and sucked my fingers into my mouth licking them clean.
