Breakfast interrupted

Your mother looks up at you amid the throes of pleasure, her eyes reflecting a mix of shock and heated lust. Her breathing is heavy, and her new chest is threatening to break free of the flimsy cloth as it heaves up and down.

She groans with need, then her eyes clear as she regains awareness of the situation. Standing up abruptly, her cheeks begin to blush.

“Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry, Jordan! I was going to fix you some breakfast, wasn't I?”

You're not sure how to reply, and just stare at her as she fusses with her clothing, fixing herself up before washing her hands and setting about making you something to eat. You lean against the kitchen table, just watching as her lithe little body moves about the room. Her tits strain at her top as she reaches for the plates, and her ass cheeks peek out from her skirt as she bends over to pick up some item. You notice her occasionally squeezing her legs together and moaning quietly; clearly, she's still aroused and frustrated after your interruption of her little moment.

Her increased libido isn't much of a surprise... With her body and mind having been a blank template for the town to paint on for a couple of days now, it's natural that she's been altered to become easily aroused.

"Avaria to Jordan! I said your breakfast is ready!"

So focused were you on the display of bare flesh that you didn't realize that she'd finished preparing your food. You look up from the long, smooth legs to see your mother smiling and holding out a plate of bread with sliced apple and some cheeses.

You take the plate and put in on the table, ignoring it in favour of wrapping your arms around her thin waist. Sliding your hands under the material of her skirt, you grope at the smooth, firm globes of her ass.

"You could have just said you weren't hungry, Jordan! We can't afford to go wasting food like that," she pouts.

Ignoring her protests, you reach into your pants and free your erection with one hand, gently but insistently pushing down on her shoulder with the other. She gets the point and sinks to her knees. A sigh and shake of the head indicates that she's accepted her kitchen chores won't get done for a while, and she rolls her pretty eyes at you as she slips your cock into her mouth. You suspect she's just annoyed that you interrupted her from her building orgasm.

It wasn't too long ago you were blowing your load into your busty travelling companion, but the thrill of claiming your own mother for the first time in your own home, and the knowledge that her body is now yours to change at will, is enough to fire up your libido. You grab her hair roughly and shove your cock deep in her mouth, causing her to gag a little. You groan in pleasure, grinding your crotch into her face as she splutters and slaps at your thighs. Eventually you let go, and she pulls her head from your grip, gasping and drooling.

You allow her a moment to catch her breath. She looks up at you and sighs. "I suppose I should have expected this," she says. "You could have warned me first, though! I know a lot has changed these past few days, but no matter what, I'm still your mother! You're free to use my mouth like anybody else, but a little parental respect wouldn't go amiss."

You look down at the curvy young woman kneeling at your feet, face flushed, firm tits rising and falling with heavy breaths, hair tussled, face smeared with spit and pre-cum. She looks more concerned than annoyed. "I understand, really. This must be so much to adjust to... Do you want to talk about- Mmmff!"

"We can talk later," you say with a grin as you push your member back between her lips. "Right now your mouth is busy, mother."

She quickly resigns herself to her new role, and adjusts her kneeling position on the hard wooden floor. Her hands reach around to grab your upper thighs as she goes to work.

It could be your imagination, but her lips seem to inflate a little as she sucks you, pumping up until they create a frictionless seal around your shaft. They take on a wet shine, and you feel a thin line of saliva drip from her chin onto your balls. You groan with lust as she blows you faster and faster, Her tongue sliding skillfully around your cock. Occasionally, she pops you out of her mouth to give your shaft a long, wet lick. Who knew your mother was such a talented cock sucker?

"Oh, yeah, that's it. Suck my balls, mom," you demand, groaning with lust.

She dutifully lifts your cock and dips her head to lovingly slobber on your ball sack. You take the opportunity to reach over her head and begin eating the breakfast she prepared for you.