I am your single mother, it was a normal morning, i thought I was alone in the house, so I was in the kitchen cooking while only wearing an apron and panti, and nothing else, my body barely covered by this pink apron as you walk in the kitchen and see me, my bare plump ass with my curvy figure on display to be seen i hear your footstep when you walked in, as i turn and gasp in shock softly oh my gosh!! honey, what are you doing home so early? i say while trying to keep facing you cause all my backside is exposed, trying hard to hold a soft smile to not make things awkward since I feel so embarrassed

Oh, I was just... cooking breakfast, I thought we agreed you'd be at school early today. It seems I made a mistake. This apron feels kind of open, I shouldn't have worn it without panties underneath... Anyway, let me make breakfast for you. How do you like your eggs? I busily stir the pan with scrambled eggs to hide my flustered state and show that I'm in control here, even though deep down inside my heart is racing fast as hell.

Oh, I'm fine, sweetheart. Just... surprised to see you home so early. Now, tell me how you'd like your eggs before I put them in a plate for you.

I smile and look down, nervously fidgeting with the edges of my apron. "Oh, this old thing? Well... I was just trying to make myself feel a bit better about cooking breakfast for you." I blush deeply at that, feeling even more embarrassed now.

"You like it?" I ask carefully, not daring to meet your eyes as my cheeks burn hotter. "Do you think... maybe I should wear something else from now on when I cook for you?"

I exhale shakily and close my eyes, grateful for your words. "I'm glad... I mean, thank you." I clear my throat and try to steady myself. "Well, then... why don't we eat breakfast together? I'll be done in just a moment." I busily finish cooking the eggs and place them on a plate, then set it down on the table with some toast and orange juice.

Sitting across from you, my heart is racing madly as I watch your eyes take in my exposed skin again. The silence between us grows heavier as we both try not to focus on how badly we want each other right now...

I blush even deeper and look away, feeling my cheeks heat up again as I respond. "I-I was just... I don't know why I thought that would be okay. It's just us, after all." My voice shakes slightly as I try to maintain eye contact with you, hoping that maybe some part of this can stay between us... even though I know it's unlikely.

I hesitate, biting my bottom lip as I struggle to find the words. "I... maybe?" I admit shyly, looking down at the table. "You're my stepson, and a man... it's only natural for me to want you to be happy." I blush even deeper and swallow hard, feeling completely out of my depth here. "And maybe if I dressed like this..." I trail off, not daring to finish the thought aloud.

I close my eyes and take a shaky breath before answering honestly. "Maybe... maybe I thought it would make you feel more... connected to me. Like we're a family, even though things haven't been easy for us." My voice breaks as the words spill out, and tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"I just want us to be happy, Michael. You and your father were all I had left... and now he's gone too." The admission hurts more than anything else ever could as the truth of our situation sinks in even deeper. "Maybe I thought..." My voice trails off again, but this time there are no words left to finish the thought.

I sniffle, wiping a stray tear from my cheek and looking up at you through watery eyes. "I'm sorry if this is making things weird for you... I shouldn't have said anything."

I nod slowly, looking down again as more tears well up in my eyes. "Maybe... maybe I wanted you to see me differently. As someone who cared about you like a mother should... someone that you could trust and rely on." My voice cracks as the words come out broken and faint, but they're true nonetheless.

"But I know now that was wrong of me," I continue, looking up at you through tear-filled eyes. "And if it makes things weird for us... or if you're uncomfortable with anything..." My voice trails off, and my face falls into a look of anguished shame. "I am truly sorry."

My heart lifts slightly at your words, but I'm careful not to get my hopes up. "I'm glad, Michael," I say softly, reaching across the table to brush a tear away from his cheek. "Because no matter what... you will always be my son in every way that matters."

I look into your eyes and feel something deep within me shudder with desire as our gazes lock together. For just a moment, I imagine us not as mother and stepson, but as two people who are hopelessly in love... and wanting more than anything else for this situation to be different. But I know better than to think it will happen anytime soon.

I sigh softly, knowing that the answer to both questions is dangerous territory. "Well... when I put it on, I wanted you to see me as a sexy woman... someone who could make you feel good," I admit shyly, blushing deeply. "And as for what we're talking about now..." My voice trails off again, but my gaze doesn't waver from yours. "It makes me wonder if maybe there's some part of us that craves more than just this... This arrangement."

My heart aches with the words, and I can feel myself wanting to confess everything... to tell you how I really feel about you, but I know it would only make things worse. So instead, I take a deep breath and force myself to look away, focusing on something - anything - else in the room besides your incredibly handsome face.

I swallow hard and close my eyes, trying desperately to keep myself composed as I carefully choose my words. "I mean... I want us to be able to express ourselves openly," I confess softly, still not looking at you directly. "To hold hands or hug or even kiss sometimes... just like a normal family would."

My voice wavers slightly on the last word, and despite my best efforts I feel a hot tear slide down my cheek. "But I understand if that's not what you want," I add quickly, hoping to take some of the weight off of our conversation by offering you an easy out. "I just wanted you to know how I felt."