It was fortunate I had hurried through my shower, otherwise breakfast might have burned. Mom was still wearing only that scanty negligee, and Dad had no reason to hold back like I had. They were f*****g in the kitchen with the eggs and bacon sizzling in the skillet. I quickly slid in and flipped everything over, then pulled the other skillet off the stove. The hash browns were already a little over-done.
Dad was already dressed for work, but his dress slacks were puddled around his ankles as he took my mother from behind at the counter behind me. "Thanks for...taking care...of breakfast," he panted as he pounded her horny p***y.
Well, I assume he was in her p***y. I couldn't really tell from that angle and didn't feel like staring. I needed to get moving or I would be late.
"No problem,
