The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as Daniel stumbled into the kitchen, still wrapped in the hazy embrace of sleep. He blinked blearily, trying to shake off the remnants of his dreams as he made his way to the coffee pot. But as he poured himself a cup, his eyes landed on a sight that quickly banished any lingering drowsiness.
His mother, clad in a simple pair of pants and a robe, was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced ease. Her hips swayed gently to an unheard rhythm, and Daniel felt his body react almost instantly.
He approached her slowly, his morning wood leading the way. His mother, used to her son's daily advances, didn't even glance his way as he slid her pants down, pulling her thong to the side before thrusting himself into her.
"Morning, mom," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
His mother's only response was a soft grunt as she continued to cook, her body moving in time with Daniel's thrusts. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, making his own body grow even hotter.
But Daniel, ever the insatiable one, wasn't satisfied with this position. He pulled out, spinning his mother around to face him. He pushed into her again, this time from behind, his hips slapping against her butt cheeks with each thrust.
His mother's apron was soon covered in a sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing out of her robe as she continued to flip the pancakes. Daniel could feel himself growing closer to his climax, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.
With one final thrust, he reached his peak, finishing inside his mother. He pulled out, leaving her to finish cooking as he scrambled to get dressed.
"Hurry up, kid," she said, not even turning to look at him. "You're going to be late for daycare."
Daniel rolled his eyes, but obeyed, pulling on his pants and grabbing his backpack. He took one last look at his mother, her hair disheveled and her cheeks flushed, before leaving for the day.
"Love you, mom," he said, with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah," she responded, waving him off. "Now get going before you miss the bus."
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