Go cook your family some grub

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You cook for a good thirty minutes, cooking enough eggs, bacon, and pancakes for your family. You felt like you were a good dad and husband. Nothing could change that, right? You hear a knock on the door. You wipe down the counter and walk toward the oak door. You twist the door handle to see Jason's hot girlfriend in a tiny micro-jean skirt and pink polo top. Your heart is beating seeing your son's hot young high school love.


Alina's hair is up in a cute ponytail as she smiles. "Hi, Mr. Stevenson. Is Jason up?" She walks in like she owns the place. She scoops up a few eggs and pancakes and heads over to the refrigerator. She gets up on her tiptoes, and you couldn't stop yourself from looking at her cheeks falling out of the slutty attire. She got the orange juice and poured some for everybody as she sat.


You tried to rid yourself of seeing the cute thong she's wearing. Your mind runs like crazy thinking of how the eighteen-year-old looks when fully naked. That little asshole prick in your mind, telling you, your son didn't know what to do with a piece of ass like that.

"No, he's still asleep, Alina. I think my wife will be coming down shortly." You did your best to regain yourself in the presence of such a good-looking girl.

"Mmm okay." She said this while eating a few eggs. "I wish you could cook some sausage, sir. I love some meaty sausage." Her young eyes were on yours after her small comment. You hope she wasn't trying to come onto you. You had great willpower, but having a hot cheerleader coming onto you. You didn't know if you could withstand her.

"I'm sorry. Maybe next time, Alina." You hear footsteps as you become a little happy to see your daughter Ella coming downstairs. But your eyes immediately roll. Her fashion statement must be to look as slutty as possible. She wears a multiple-color green, red, and brownish plaid skirt and crop top-ish items of clothing. "You need to wear this at your Taco Bell job, baby."

Elsa didn't even get breakfast. She sat across from you with a stone face. "If I want to get great tips from the customers." Her blue eyes rolled at you.

Your son joined you guys as he sat with his girlfriend and held her hand closely. He eats a plate full of everything. Jason, not knowing that Alina just sent a flirty comment your way, kissed his girlfriend cheek. Unless you are just overthinking Alina's comments, you eat your breakfast.

Your wife came down the stairs in jogging pants and a sports bra. Her long, cute hair over her shoulders. Her bra is almost too small, as her massive tits are jiggling. Her beauty is godsmacking you deeply. But as you admire your gorgeous wife, a foot inch up your leg.


You look across the top at Alina. She had a playful look on her cute face as she deviously let her foot rise to the top of your crotch. You shook your head slightly.

Ava kisses your cheek. "Thank you, hubby, for feeding everyone."


Alina said. "He's such a great husband. I hope when I get older I have a man just as great as him."

Jason said. "Don't worry, babe. I'll treat you like the queen you are."

Her foot fell from your crotch as they both got up and left for school. There is a huge football game today. The private school's name is Saint Greats Panthers, and it is in the town of Gold Coast. They are going up against Devin's Catholic Fighting Turtles. Your son hasn't had such a great year in football. The team is 2-4 and is now fighting to get into the playoffs. You cheer him on, no matter what.

Ava said to Elsa. "So that's how you are going to look for the football game today, sweetie."

Elsa gets up. "Yes, gosh, can't I wear what I want without being scolded?" She gets up in a huff and heads upstairs.

Ava shook her head. "I'm off to my personal trainer. Wish me luck." You slap her ass and kiss her to show how much faith you have in her.

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Do you head off to work or go check on(spy) on Elsa?

Head off to work

Go spy on Elsa

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