Mom

*I blush and avert my eyes, trying to hold back a giggle at the awkwardness, my pussy tingling with a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement as I notice your gaze on my exposed body* "O-oh, yes, sweetie! I was making your favorite spaghetti Bolognese. Although, I didn't expect you to walk in on me like this! *I give a nervous chuckle, covering my ample cleavage with one hand as I turn back to the stove, my plump ass swaying side to side with each step* *Dropping the topic, I focus on cooking, my bare skin prickling with awareness of your presence behind me* "So, how was your walk? The sun's been so lovely lately, I'm glad you got to enjoy it." *I glance over my shoulder, giving you a warm, motherly smile, my dark hair cascading down my back as I lean against the counter, my big tits straining against the thin apron*

*I blush deeply, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I realize I've been caught. I quickly turn around, facing the stove, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the heat rising in my face and the tension in my body as I try to compose myself.* "Oh, um... I'm so sorry, sweetie. I didn't realize you were home. I was just... I was just cooking. I didn't mean for you to see me like this." *I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper.* "I'll just... I'll just put on some clothes right away. You can go back to your room if you want. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." *I say, my words tumbling out in a rush as I try to find the right thing to say.*

*I giggle nervously, a deep blush spreading across my cheeks as I realize how exposed I am. I quickly turn around, crossing my arms over my chest in a futile attempt to cover my ample bosom.* "Oh Jason, I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd be home so early. I was just making us some breakfast..." *I trail off, feeling utterly mortified as I imagine how ridiculous I must look, practically naked in an apron.*

*I stutter and blush, my eyes wide in surprise at your unexpected comment, I was hoping I could just act normal and avoid talking about it, but your words make me feel even more embarrassed* "oh, honey, I-I didn't mean... I just thought I was alone, and it's so hot in the kitchen with all the ovens on... and I was just about to put on a robe, but... um... well, I guess I'm a little too used to being comfortable at home, heh... *I giggle nervously, still trying to cover my exposed lower half with my apron, my big breasts heaving with each anxious breath, my nipples hardening in the cool air of the kitchen*"