"Fried eggs, sunny side up, toast and turkey sausage," Georgia Washington told Aimee Chen as Aimee straddled her lover as Georgia sat in the kitchen chair.
"Don'cha want something more to keep up your strength?" Aimee asked.
"What'cha mean, lover?" Georgia asked.
"Don't you want us to win next time you and your mom are having a orgasmic scream-off?" Aimee teased.
"My Asian Empress," Georgia said, "For someone who knows so much, you ought to know better than that."
"Enlighten me, my Nubian Goddess," Aimee said.
"To win that one would be to lose," Georgia said. "Why, didn't you know, if Mama ain't happy..."
"Ain't nobody happy," Alice Washington finished her daughter's phrase. Georgia's mother stepped into the kitchen, her generous curves wrapped in a sunny yellow robe. Her hair was damp from the shower, and her dark skin glistened with lotion. "Why look at you girls, up and at 'em. I'd thought from all the carrying on that you would have laid each other out flat till lunchtime."
"Carla's having her party today," Aimee said. "I'm cooking. This is just gonna be a little warm-up."
"Well, good morning, then, lovebirds," Alice said. She bent over to hug the younger women and kiss her daughter and Aimee on the cheek.
A scent of aroused cunt juices wafted into Alice's nostrils, and there was a tang of salty musk on her lips.
"Whoo, girls!" Alice said, straightening up quickly. "You better..."
Georgia's father Bill stepped in the door, cinching his bathrobe tighter. "You know, girls, for breakfast, it's one person per chair. But that makes it easier to say good morning to you both."
Bill Washington bent over to repeat Alice's hug and cheek kisses.
"Oh Bill...!" Alice warned. |