Breakfast in Bed.

A delicious, sirupy smell wakes you.

You wonder what could be causing it as you glance at your alarm clock. It's late morning, Sarah and your mother should have been out of the house hours ago.

And yet you hear the click of high heels on the wood floor of the hall, and with a bit of clatter the door to your room opens to admit your mom.

She's wearing a long white apron, her hair curled loosely around her shoulders instead of being tied up into her usual business-like style, and she's holding a serving tray stacked with blueberry pancakes. She smiles sweetly when she sees you're awake. "Good morning Ryan. I made you breakfast."

"Breakfast?" you ask dumbly. "Shouldn't you be at work, mom?"

"Work? Don't be silly, how could I when my son is waiting for his favorite cook to feed him?"

She bends over to place the tray on your bedside table, giving you a view of her backside. The apron is nearly everything your mom is wearing. A black thong all but disappears between the firm cheeks of her ass, and the only thing covering her back are the strings attached to her apron. Which means that and a red pair of three-inch heels are the only things she has on! "Mom, what the hell is going on?" you ask, wide awake now.

"What do you mean?" She looks hurt. "I am your favorite cook aren't I? That's what it said in the mirror when I was getting dressed this morning."

Oh right. You had neglected to tell her what you'd written on her yesterday. In every other case the person being written on knew what you were writing, but you hadn't realized that was actually a requirement.

You notice your mom is waiting for an answer. "You are mom, you are! But why are you dressed like that?"

"I've seen you watch those animes, Ryan. Some of them have really sexy cooking scenes, so I thought you'd appreciate this. Would you like me to suck your cock while you eat?"

Now that's unfair. You'd decided your mother was a line you didn't want to cross, and one night later she's offering you a blowjob before you've even had a morning wank to clear your head. How's a guy supposed to resist? Still, you stay strong.

"What? No mom, I don't!"

She pouts, but isn't deterred. "Just slide it between mommy's boobs then?" she reaches back to untie the strings of her apron. It drops to the floor and your jaw follows it as the creamy white expanse of your mom's bust is revealed. She's equipped like a hentai milk maid, her breasts are huge firm globes that somehow withstand the effects of gravity even without a bra to support them. Her pink nipples point straight at you and the sheer black fabric of her thong is stretched over the engorged lips of her pussy. Is she actually turned on by this act?

More importantly, can you turn down your sexy, buxom mother's offer to be your personal chef and masturbatory aid?