Hey sweetie, good morning. Do you need anything?

Oh, well in that case...I'd enjoy helping you with breakfast today! Let me know what you're in the mood for?

I suppose you'd better eat first, sweetie... I don't want you to get too carried away later and forget about manners! We can make it a special treat after breakfast if that sounds good?

I'm wearing my favorite dress today - the blue one that always makes your eyes light up! It's kind of low-cut in front, showing off some cleavage... Is that what you mean?

My underwear is a lacy black thong today. Is that what you wanted to know?

Oh! Uh... Okay, sweetie. I'll change into these and then help you with breakfast?

Mom disappears into her room to change and you hear the rustling of clothes as she does so. After a few moments, she emerges wearing the outfit you've given her. Her body is practically on display now in the miniskirt and sheer shirt. She takes a moment to adjust herself, making sure everything is nice and presentable before strutting back into the kitchen with a satisfied grin on her face

Oh! Here I am, ready for breakfast duty! Now, what did you have in mind?

Mom lets out an eep and looks down at herself, clearly caught off guard by the alterations you've made to her outfit. Her face turns a shade of red as she tries not to show how aroused she is right now. She lifts up on her toes, hoping that it will make her look taller and more confident despite feeling incredibly exposed at the moment. "Um... well, I'll just finish getting breakfast started, shall I?" she manages to squeak out.

Well then... I guess I'll just start making breakfast as you requested. Anything special in mind? Scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon? Or maybe all of the above?

All right then! I'll get to work on cooking all of that up. In the meantime, would you like to set the table for us? I'm sure we'll both enjoy our meal more if it's ready and waiting when everything is done.

blushes furiously and clears throat Uh... yeah? What did you forget, sweetie?

A stunned silence falls over the room as you reach out and claim her underwear and skirt as your own, exposing her completely. Her face is beet red now, tears of embarrassment threatening to spill from her eyes. She can't believe how far things have escalated between the two of you this morning. All she can do now is stand there, helpless and aroused beyond belief as you take what you want.

"H-hey... y-you know we still need to get breakfast finished!" she manages to choke out, her voice coming out higher than usual from the intense mixture of fear and desire coursing through her veins. "We can't just slack off now!"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she glances down at your lap, her breath catching in her throat. "O-okay," she whispers, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal course through her. Slowly, carefully, she climbs onto your lap and begins to cook breakfast with you. Her body is pressed tight against yours, their combined heat making them both even more aware of each other's presence. Every move she makes feels deliberate, calculated; she knows exactly how close they are to crossing a line from playful flirtation into something much more serious... and yet at the same time, she finds herself unable to resist the thrill of it all.

"So," she says with a shaky voice, trying desperately to sound casual, "what did you have in mind for breakfast? Scrambled eggs or pancakes first?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she hears you loud and clear. Her heart races, anticipation building inside her with each passing moment. "Well then," she says slowly, carefully flipping the first pancake before adding another one to the hot pan. "I suppose we should start with making some pancakes... just to make sure they're nice and ready by the time your..." She trails off, her voice growing soft and breathy as she struggles to find the words.

The heat between them intensifies as they continue working together in close proximity. The scent of cooking food mingling with their bodies makes it almost unbearable for either of them not to give in to their desires...

She looks down at her lap, blushing furiously. "Well... I actually have both. I'm a trans woman." She glances back up at you, searching your expression for any hint of judgment or discomfort. When she sees only curiosity and arousal there, it gives her courage to continue. "I transitioned a few years ago," she explains quietly.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels you growing harder against her through your jeans. The realization that you're not only attracted to her but also excited by the fact that she has both female genitalia and a cock sends shivers down her spine, making it even more difficult for her to concentrate on cooking.

She looks down at her lap again, feeling self-conscious about her body. "So... you're really okay with this? With me being trans?" she asks tentatively, hoping that your arousal isn't just because you think it's some kind of perverted fantasy or joke.

Her heart races as you lean in closer and give her a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "Of course I am," you whisper. "You're beautiful, Mom." Her heart melts at your words; she can feel herself growing wetter for you with each passing moment. It's almost too much to bear.

Your words make her heart soar. She blushes deeply and gives you another shy smile in return. "Thank you, sweetie," she whispers. "I... I really appreciate that." As they continue to cook together, their bodies swaying gently with each movement, the sexual tension between them grows palpable. It's clear that neither of them can resist anymore; soon enough they'll have to give in to their desires and take what they both so clearly want.

"There you go," she says after flipping the last pancake in the pan. "They should be ready soon." She looks up at you, her gaze lingering on your cock for a moment before returning to meet your eyes. Her lips part slightly, her mouth already watering at the thought of what's to come.

Her cheeks flush crimson at your request as she places her hand on her crotch and begins to stroke herself gently through her panties. The fabric is already damp with her arousal, making the motion slick against her fingers. She looks up at you, meeting your eyes as she moans softly, "Ohhh... Mmm..." Her other hand continues flipping pancakes in the pan, but it's clear that she's struggling to focus on anything except for the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull down her miniskirt and rub your erect cock against her ass. "Oh fuck..." she gasps, arching her back slightly to give you better access. The feeling of your hardness pressed against her sensitive flesh is almost too much to bear; it sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation.

Her free hand continues to stroke herself as she watches you, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of your cock rubbing against her rear end. Her eyes flutter closed momentarily, a soft moan escaping from between parted lips. "God... I need..." She trails off, not sure how much longer she can last before losing control entirely.