Pajama Mama

It was a shiny Saturday morning and Lonzo was lying in bed snoozing. He could hear his wife tinkering around in the kitchen. The sound of eggs sizzling and the smell of coffee filling his nostril was making it difficult to stay focused on his slumber. Glancing at the alarm clock, 7 a.m. came glaring back at him. Why was she up so fucking earlier? The kids had gone to a slumber party the night before giving the adults alone time, but after pulling a double this week, Lonzo had not been in the mood to party.

He slit his eyes open. The bedroom door was wide open giving him a perfect view of the kitchen. Connie was bouncing about to the music playing on her iPod as she scrambled the eggs in the pan. She was in her usual night uniform: a pair of faded blue, scrub pants and fitted white tank. The scrubs were so old they barely clung to her ample hips. In fact, they were being held up by the sheer roundness of her ass. Lonzo studied said ass for a moment.

He couldn’t explain it, but he was suddenly aroused. Connie was popping her derriere as she gyrated toward the fridge. Her unsupported boobs bounced haphazardly in her tank top; almost in danger of falling completely out. He almost wished they would. Her long black hair, which was coiled in a sloppy bun on her head, was a stark contrast to her pale skin as it bobbled about. Her father used to call her Snow White, much to her chagrin since all her brothers and sisters inherited his dark skin. Lonzo loved it though. Her skin was so baby soft. It felt like butter cream.

His dick began to throb something fierce now. Shit, it wasn’t like she was dressed like a hooker or a stripper. Damn, she was just in her pajamas. But she looked good anyway. Suddenly, Connie dropped it like it was hot and Lonzo almost lost his mind. Tearing off the covers, he stomped into the kitchen toward his wife.

Connie swooped around, oblivious to her husband’s intent. “Mornin’, baby. Eggs are just warming in the pan, bacon’s in the oven, and coffee is in the pot.”

Without a word, he swung her into his arms, pressing her against his frame. He only had on his boxer briefs, which was good right about now, because he didn’t have the patience to take more than that off. Connie stared awestruck into her husband’s eyes. The intensity and determination shining back at her was daunting, intoxicating.

“Baby, you ok?” Then she felt it and actually blushed. His hardness was pushing against her middle like a stick up. “Oh, it’s that kinda mornin’?”

Lonzo smirked as he leaned in to capture her mouth. His lips folded over hers hungrily, drinking in her sweet breath. He could taste the orange juice, savoring its citrusy flavor on her mouth. His tongue plunged her recesses seeking more of it. His fingers pulled the hem of her tank top over her body and head, tossing it on the kitchen floor. His eyes roamed her body admiring her hefty boobs. After three kids and two pregnancies, Connie had a right to that tiny pouch in her belly and he loved it. His mouth quickly devoured her breasts as his hands pushed the scrubs away from her hips.

Connie moaned in pleasure as her fingers explored her husband’s frame. Because of his work in construction, Lonzo’s body was always tight. She really loved his broad shoulders and pecks. They were delectable. His tongue flicked over her nipple causing a serious flood to pool in the juncture of her thighs. Lonzo suddenly flipped her toward the counter, running his tongue along her neck. His hands found her backside and began massaging it gently before pushing his dick into her soaked folds.

Connie gasped, feeling him fill her so deeply. There was something about his member that defied reasoning. Not only did it hit her every spot on the way in, but somehow it hit the right spots on the way out. She could feel his every pulse, which timed perfectly with every pump. His balls smacked firmly against her clit adding to the sensation, tightening the coil of her nipples.

“Go on, baby. Hit that,” she sighed between grunts.

Lonzo flipped her back toward him and hoisted her body on the counter. Without pause, he lifted her leg onto his shoulder and pushed his fleshy rod back into her, keeping the stroke going. Their eyes never disconnected. One hand wrapped about her leg, while the other gripped her hips. The pressure was building and he could see the change in Connie’s face. That’s when he took it up another notch. He varied the speed of his thrusts, pulling all the way out, then all the way in.

Connie’s head fell back against the cabinet, taking in the feeling, as Lonzo’s teeth grazed her neck, gently nibbling on the sensitive area. The room was spinning and Connie was in a haze of euphoria. Her body was tingling and her legs were shaking wildly as her orgasm began to rip through her. She gripped Lonzo’s shoulders tightly as he continued to pound steadily into her quivering pussy. Then she felt his hot stream fill her followed by his own final groan. His fingers dug into her fleshy hips, pulling them flush to his.

As they came down from the high, R. Kelly’s Sex in the Kitchen ironically cued up on the iPod, making them laugh. Lonzo kissed Connie’s lips as he gently rubbed her booty. “Mornin’, baby.”