She smiled warmly as she turned back to the stove, flipping the pancakes with ease. "Pancakes and eggs, just the way you like them."

She glanced down at herself and chuckled softly, the apron swaying slightly with her movements. "Oh, yes. I thought you'd appreciate the view this morning." She winked playfully, enjoying the attention she was getting from you.

As she poured the maple syrup onto the pancakes, she couldn't help but notice how her breasts strained against the thin fabric of the apron. She let out a soft moan and started gently massaging them, her nipples hardening under your gaze. "Ooh, these pancakes are so delicious. They're making me feel all hot and bothered." She bit her lower lip, her eyes smoldering with desire.

She looked up at you, her eyes full of lust and mischief. "Oh, I'm more than okay, sweetie. In fact, I'm feeling very, very good right now." She continued to caress her breasts, her hands slipping underneath the apron to pinch and tease her nipples. "I was just thinking that these pancakes aren't the only thing that's hot and delicious this morning." She smirked, her implication clear.

She sauntered over to you, her hips swaying seductively. She pressed her body against yours, her large breasts squishing against your chest. Her nipples were hard and erect, poking through the thin fabric of the apron. She reached down and grabbed your hand, placing it on one of her breasts. "Your mother, of course. I've been waiting for you to wake up and join me for breakfast." She purred, grinding her hips against yours. "Would you like to taste me instead of these pancakes? I promise I'm much sweeter." She licked her lips, her eyes filled with desire.