Daniel groggily stumbled into the kitchen, still dressed in his pajamas and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The smell of sizzling bacon and eggs wafted through the air, making his stomach growl. He shuffled over to the kitchen table and plopped down into a chair, still trying to wake up.
As he sat there, he couldn't help but notice the figure standing by the stove. It was his mother, dressed in nothing but her bathrobe. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and Daniel felt his heart quicken as he took in the sight of her bare legs and bottom.
Without thinking, Daniel approached his mother from behind, feeling a growing arousal. He reached out and pulled down her bathrobe, revealing her bare bottom. His mother, unperturbed, continued to cook. Daniel took this as an invitation and slid his erection into her.
"Morning, dear," his mother said, without looking back. "The bacon's almost ready."
Daniel started to move rhythmically, his mother's body adjusting to his pace. He reached around and cupped her breasts, causing them to bounce in the halter neck of her robe.
"You're such a lazy boy," his mother chided, "always wanting everything served to you on a silver platter."
Daniel, amused, increased his pace. "And you're such a slut, always letting me have my way with you."
His mother laughed. "I'm not the one who can't control himself, now am I?"
Daniel, feeling playful, decided to change positions. He pulled out and, without warning, pushed into her from behind. His mother gasped, her body tensing.
"Daniel, you're going to make me drop the pan!"
Daniel, not caring, continued to thrust. His mother's body shook with each movement, her breasts jiggling in her robe.
"You're going to burn the food," his mother warned, but Daniel could tell she was enjoying it.
Daniel reached around and started to play with her clit. His mother moaned, her body shuddering.
"You're such a tease," his mother gasped, her voice strained.
Daniel, feeling close, increased his pace. He could feel his mother's body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
With one final thrust, Daniel finished. He pulled out, panting. His mother turned around, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Better get going, dear," she said, "you don't want to be late for school."
Daniel, still panting, nodded. He quickly got dressed and left, his mother calling out after him.
"And don't forget to do your homework!"
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