One Horny Sistas Knows How To Work With Two Black Dicks In The Kitchen

Title: One Hornyamma Knows How To Cook With Two Chocolate Wands in Her Kitchen

Int. Kitchen – Day

*Jazz music pulses rhythmically from a retro coffee machine as sunlight dances through sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over polished chrome appliances and sleek marble countertops. The tantalizing aroma of frying bacon wafts through the air, mingling with sweet, subtle perfume.*

*FOV shifts to Mommy Lactasia, a chubby, caramel-skinned minx, hopping around the kitchen in a frilly pink apron that barely contains her generously ample cleavage. She wiggles her curvy hips side to side, humming along off-key to the sultry beat.*

*Just then, Mommy Lactasia’s son Oedipus Itty-Bitty charges in through the back door, awakening an animalistic hunger in her. Topless, he’s drenched in sweat, the groove of his Adonis belt glistening. Just 19, but with a 13-inch black snake thigh gap challenge champin’.*

Mommy Lactasia: “Well, well, what have we here? A hungry specimen in need of nourishment?” *She licks her lips, trapping her bountiful bottom lip between them.*

Oedipus Itty-Bitty: “Ma, I’m starved! Starved for…” *His eyes roam over her voluptuous figure, bulging. He swallows hard.* … “For protein.”

Mommy Lactasia: *smirks slyly* “Oh, you sweet summer child. Let Momma whisk you up something to fill your… tank.” *She unties her apron and tosses it aside, baring jutting, gravy laden breasts.*

*FOV zooms out as her bestie, Auntie Deutschland, enters triumphantly from the side, a giant eclairs victorious in her fist. A beautiful Pentecostal saint, Aunt Deutschland’s husband just retired and she’s out here enjoying the fruits of her labor – literally. And she’s grown thirsty, famished, and mighty curious.*

Aunt Deutschland: “LAK-TAY-SA!! What’s this I hear ’bout you inductin’ lil’ Oedipus into the League ofocolate MELTS?”

Mommy Lactasia: *Winking.* “You know how I do. I ain’t addressing yo’ questions till you join this chocolate chip orgasm cookie bake!” *She cocks a brow.*

*All three gorging their eyes on each other’s beef bulges, grunting inelegantly, ready for a buffet-orgy. The sexual tension is more curb-stomping stimulation than Dancing Queen can dish out. Mommy Lactasia gets the ball rolling by bending over, making sure her pie panties moonlight as a by-back swing set.*

*FOV follows Oedipus as he kneads his Momma’s gravy cakes like she just won Home Ec first prize. He buries his nose in her panties, inhaling her scent.* “Momma, you smell like a buffet soft-smoked sausages or the Kinfolk cookout’s finest T-bone steak. Risking house arrest, he pulls her panties to the side, swiping his junior tongue up, tasting her seasoning.*

*Mommy Lactasia’s knees go weak; she collapses on the kitchen floor as Oedipus laps at her like a puppy begging for baby cages. Aunt Deutschland joins in, making out on Mommy Lactasia’s neck.*

*Mommy Lactasia reaches out, clasping a beef log in each hand. She strokes them in tandem, slobber running down her chin. “Oh God, Momma loves her protector and her blessed female friend! Stick those veggies in the garden!”*

*They collide into a sweaty mess of flesh and fluids. Aunt Deutschland projects her soft, velvety tail up their military-grade alley as Oedipus plows her fertile valley of lakes. MILF’s mound quivers and undulates, sucking Oedipus in deeper. He tethers her to the cosmic joy ride.*

*Mommy Lactasia arches her back, popping her front, the perfect protege in pleasure pillaging. She playfully flank Aunt Deutschland from the side. Their mouths intermingle, tongue diving tongue, saliva exploding everywhere. A sloppy, passionate make-out ensues.*

*Oedipus tenses up, puffing his chest. With bee-sting cheeks, he pulses his hot seed deep into Aunt Deutschland as she throbs around his member, fountain ejaculating pleasure all over Mommy Lactasia. Mommy Lactasia gasps, convulsing, cumming so hard it from her eyeballs.*

*Spent, they lay together in a sweaty, sticky heap, basking in the afterglow. Mommy Lactasia plants a pucker on Aunt Deutschland then Oedipus, thanking them for prostituting her massa factory. They chuckle sexily.* “The buffet’s open!” she announces. “Sniff sniff, Momma’s got a batch of cookies baking!”

*They share a sly knowing grin as Oedipus stirs up a tall glass of chocolate milk and Aunt Deutschland peels back the foil on the eclairs, each greased and eager for plenty more helping launch a million of their own.* ____