A Big Breakfast Sausage

Annie King pushes open the kitchen door and stops cold—her stepson Elias is scrubbing pancake batter off the counter like his life depends on it. Something smells scorched. She cocks an eyebrow. Elias spins around, face red. “Uh, sorry,” he blurts. “Tried to cook you breakfast in bed, total flop—pancakes everywhere and the sausage is toast.” Annie’s gaze drops to the obvious bulge in his sweats and her lips curl into a grin. “I’ll take your sausage instead.” He blinks, processing, then his cock is out before he can answer—thick, stiff, twitching in her grip. She drops to her knees on the messy tile, pushes her hair back, and slides her hot mouth straight down to the root, humming when he hits the back of her throat. Elias fists a handful of the blonde strands and starts fucking her face in steady, greedy thrusts, precum and spit dripping onto her tits while she looks up at him, eyes watering, mascara running, clearly loving every inch. Every sloppy slurp sounds filthy in the quiet kitchen, and neither of them cares that breakfast is burnt anymore.