My Son’s Dirty Compliments
Becoming My Son’s Naughty Maid
First of all, I know what it looks like. But, no.
Why the hell then am I cleaning the house while wearing this insanely revealing outfit with my big breasts ready to spill at any moment?
It’s usually something stupid like the loser has to sing a Bon Jovi song or drink a bottle of milk with hot sauce. It’s always a great fun time. This time it was different though.
I was so shocked! I expected my son to make me wear something silly like a dinosaur suit and make me roar instead of talk. Or maybe an Elvis costume, that would have been fun.
But no, it was a skimpy french maid uniform that only sluts and whores would wear. Certainly not a self respecting mother! The costume was well made and looked expensive, my son must have spend quite a bit on it. I chastised him for wasting so much money on a prank but a deal was a deal.
I can tell you one thing despite being a maid uniform it was wildly impractical to clean in it.
It was definitely not designed to contain massive G-Cups like mine. I don’t blame my son for not getting the right size though my gigantic melons bursts out of most clothes. I still blame him for making me wear it though. I feel like when I clean I spend half the time struggling to put my escaped breasts back in the blouse. What a humiliating thing to wear in front of your son.
This triples my embarrassment as I’m unable to shield my breasts from his gaze. From his blatant wanton stares, it was clear he didn’t just derive comedic pleasure from seeing his mother in a sexy french maid uniform. No, he was looking at me in a way no son should like at his mother.
But my son staring at my exposed breasts wasn’t even the worst part.
On the first day I wore the french maid uniform, my son saw my white panties when I bent down. That was humiliating enough but what happened next was ten times more so.
He said the bet was I had to wear the costume he chose.He meant exactly what he chose. And that meant no panties! As punishment, he had me strip down my panties right then and there in front of him. It was so humiliating, I don’t know why but I did as I was told. Perhaps wearing the costume did bring out my submissive nature.
Either way, he confiscated my panties and I haven’t seen them since.
That means cooking his favorite dishes, cleaning his room for him and even serving him breakfast in bed. My son was clearly relishing the reversed power dynamics. But he also makes me do other inane things. His favorite is to drop something on the floor and make me pick it up slowly. I had no illusions why he did that as either my boobs would spill out as I bent down or my pussy would be revealed as I squatted. This was obviously going too far, but for some reason I was committed to staying in the role for the entire week.
Again, he drank the sight of me in the french maid uniform fervently with his eyes. A chill ran across my spine, as his gaze told me all he wanted to do to me, his own mother. I was both curious and anxious of when he would lose restraint and cross the line.
Turns out it was just a minute later.
I gasped as I felt my son’s obviously hard penis press against my panty-less ass.
“That was highly inappropriate, Mister!” I shouted at him.
“Ohh..” I said but there was no doubt in my mind that my son was trying to feel me up. Me, his own mother!
But I suppose even he wouldn’t be that brazen but I was completely wrong.
“S-sorry…” I responded meekly. What the hell was I doing?! My son was inappropriately touching me and here I was apologizing??? But something in his strong voice compelled me to do so.
“Sorry what?” he said with a smirk.
“S-Sorry… M-master!” I blurted out as he continued exploring my body with his fingers.
“Your body belongs to your master.”
“I don’t think maids let their bosses touch them like this!” I responded
“True, most maids might not. But look at your uniform. You’re not wearing what most maids should wear now are you?”
I should have stopped this. I should have never agreed to wear this stupid slutty uniform. But I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
He unleashed his mighty powerful cock and pushed me down to my knees.
“Do your duty, mom. Make your master nice and clean.”
I was so intoxicated but his magnificent cock, his powerful commands and his alluring personality that I was now fully immersed in my role. So I did what naughty slut maids should do.
I would never have thought being fully possessed by another person could be so arousing. To be so powerless, helpless. To be treated as nothing but a personal play thing by my own son.
“Yes, I do. Now I want you over the counter and spreading your pussy for master.”
I was hesitant but I did as I was told. It was so degrading letting my son see how wet I was down there. But how could I complain he was my master.
“Spreading your pussy for your own son? You really are a naughty slut maid aren’t you, Mom?”
“Yes master!” I said as I exposed the pink folds of flesh that should be forbidden for any son to see.
“Now I’m going to give you the ultimate gift a master can give his maid. Do you know what that is?”
I whimpered and nodded.
“Beg for it. Beg for your son’s cock.”
“Please put your cock in mommy’s pussy, master!”
“Yes, master! Thank you so much for letting me fuck it!”
My son was usually such a sweet polite boy. I could never have known he possessed such a domineering side to him. A side that wouldn’t hesitate at touching and fucking his own mother.
I didn’t know I had this side to me too. A naughty maid who obeys everything her son says.
“No!!” I cried “I might get pregnant!”
“It’s an honor for a maid to bear the child of her master. In fact you should be begging for it!”
The thought of being impregnated by my own son made my head spin. But my son was my master. I had to obey.
“Yes, master! Please cum in mommy’s pussy and give this naughty maid a baby!” buckets of semen erupted from his cock as I finished my lewd sentence.
As I cleaned myself up, my son surprised me again with his erect penis.
We went up to his bedroom where I continued my duty of serving my master.
I was so grateful to have a master so adept at pleasing women. I certainly raised him right!
Next week, when we had our board game session again we had the same bet. I lost again. Now, I’m ‘forced’ to wear a naughty schoolgirl outfit and asked to be spanked by ‘teacher’. I think I might just lose again the week after that.
Mom Needs The Money
I just bought my new apartment a few weeks ago and invited Mom over for dinner. She very impressed by the size and design of it but was less impressed at ‘the mess’ I made of it. Honestly it wasn’t even that bad but Mom is Mom I guess, she just can’t resist looking at even a slightly dirty room.
I’m not just a grown adult, I’m an adult who is the CEO of his own company at the age of 23! Here I am making business deals and important decisions for the future of my employees but Mom still treats me like a baby.
“Oh, I just came off my shift” Mom explained.
“Shift? It’s the weekend I thought the shop was closed on the weekends?” I asked in confusion.
“Oh it still is, I have another job on top of that one. I’ve avoided talking about it to you on the phone sweetie but the truth is…
My father owned a company that was honestly part of a dying industry. He always had hopes that I would be the heir to his empire but alas that was not meant to be. I voiced my opinions to him strongly about the need to adapt and modernize in this changing world, to say he disagreed would be an understatement. All my ideas and innovations were shot down and disregarded without a second glance. Frustrated I announced to my father I would be starting my own company, my father did not take that kindly. So, he basically disowned me. It was extremely difficult at first but in the short span of just a few years my company is now growing rapidly and shows no signs of stopping.
“I’m not exaggerating when I say we’re doing real good and I’m flush with cash right now. I have so much money I’m not sure what to do with it. I could give you guys a loan, even ten thousand or twenty thousand dollars?”
I know my mom and so I guessed she wouldn’t want to take my money if I just gave it to her. Both my parents are old school that way. Despite our estrangement I still love my father, the stubborn bastard that he is, probably too proud to ask me to help too, it pains me to see him going through such a rough time. Mom especially she works so hard on her day job, she really shouldn’t be working more. She still kept in contact with me after the falling out but we both avoided talking about Dad and the business, if only I had known sooner.
“You’re doing a service for me right now, Mom. You deserve to be paid for that. You’re like a cleaning machine! You should get like triple the standard rate.”
“That’s kinda sexist, don’t you think Mom? I don’t even live with you anymore! I’m not accepting free labor from you just cause you’re my mother.”
“No Honey, just no, alright? Cleaning after your son is a mother’s duty, that and teaching your son to clean up after himself but apparently I failed at that. So, you are not paying your mother for cleaning your apartment. I’m doing this on my own volition, okay?” she said sternly.
I was disappointed and thought that would be the end of money talk but then mom said “But we do really need some money though. I will admit that, any little bit would help but still I’m not letting my son do charity for his parents so…
I was confused, what could she mean by that? Somehow my dirty mind started thinking about my long time fantasies of what my mother’s definitely not supposed to do to me.
Shit! My stupid aroused state and the sight of Mom’s cleavage made me blurt that out.
I was prepared to awkwardly laugh it off as a bad joke but then I was in for the shock of my life when Mom started unbuttoning her shirt.
“So how much do you think seeing you’re mother’s tits in a bra is worth?” she said coyly standing in front of me and proudly displaying her ready to burst bra-clad tits.
“Umm two hundred dollars?” I could probably get way more than just seeing a stripper or an escort’s tits in a bra for two hundred dollars but then this was my mother. I’m just being a good son and helping her out with her financial situation.
“Two hundred? That much?” she giggled. She just smiled as I stared intently at her cleavage. She suddenly started lowering the straps of her bra too.
“What are you doing, Mom?” I said.
“You bought this package at just the right time,” she said mischievously.
I couldn’t believe Mom was showing me her amazing big tits! If only I knew all it took was two hundred dollars I wouldn’t have wasted so many hours as a teenager trying to peep through keyholes.
“Yes Miss Hot Body 1995! You could probably still find an old VHS of the competition sitting in a dusty shelf somewhere.”
I know what else I’m wasting my money on now, I don’t care if I bankrupt my company I’m hunting that video down.
“Yes, never,” Mom winked. Here I thought I was being stealthy like a ninja and it looks like Mom knew all this time. Given the circumstances, this wasn’t bad news at all.
My topless mother with tight wet leggings was now dropping sexual innuendos in front of me, her son, was this the power of money or something more?
“They look pretty expensive. Would a hundred dollars be good?”
In truth they were likely only thirty dollars but Mom played along and off went the pants.
Seems like stripping clothes for money was natural to Mom. There were always odd comments and gossip that Mom used to be a stripper and more before she married Dad, I used to dismiss those baseless rumors but now I’m not so sure. She certainly has the tits and ass for it though.
Throughout all this Mom still went along cleaning in nothing but her thong and so her big fat booty was up in my face as she cleaned up my couch. The unrestricted view to her fat perfect ass was incredible. I wasn’t surprised my mother wore sexy lacy red thong. I was in fact very intimate with her underwear growing up.
“Two hundred,” Mom announced
“Done!” I said without missing a beat.
“I’m sorry for that Mom,” I apologized sheepishly. I didn’t even bother denying it, it was obvious that my mother always knew about my sexual desires for her.
“Yes, just throwing them in the washing machine after four or five loads of sperm doesn’t exactly work buster. You know how many times I had to go to work commando because of you?”
“Sorry Mom, how about I throw in another hundred dollars for the past damages?”
Mom gave me a big grin and urged me to the direction where her panties now laid.
After so many years of sneaking about and “borrowing” Mom’s panties, I now actually own them. If only teenage me could know how far we’ve come.
I picked them up and gave them a big sniff. I took in Mom’s intoxicating smell, I was right after all Mom’s panties were wet but it certainly wasn’t dish soap. It was an extremely perverted thing to do but Mom couldn’t exactly complain after all she was the one who sold them to me.
Owning a potentially million dollar company? Having a hundred and more employees under you? Owning a nice new apartment? Bah! None of the were a true measure of wealth and success like having your mother gratuitously shake her ass and show you her pussy just inches away from your face.
My eyes were glued to Mom’s jiggling butt as she made her way to my room.
“It’s alright honey. I don’t judge and besides I really miss it” she said looking at my lustily before returning to making my bed for me.
That did it. I had to have Mom now no matter the cost.
“How much?” she asked cautiously.
“Ten Thousand Dollars,” I said before whipping out my cock in front of my own mother.
Mom gasped though I’m not sure if it was from the sight of my rock hard penis or the amount of money I proposed. I like to think it was both.
“What do you think ten thousand dollars buys me Mom? I’m sure it’s enough to settle some of Dad’s debts,” I said
I was throbbing and felt nauseated with pleasure as Mom casually played with my dick with her soft hands as we talked.
To be honest, even with that amount of money I would have been eternally grateful if Mom had stopped there. A blowjob and titjob from my MILF mother was more than I ever dreamed of but Mom had other plans.
There was no hesitation, I went in hard and fast and ravaged my mother’s pussy.
It was unbelievable that I came into this world from that very same pussy so many years ago.
It was evident from her scream, moans and enthusiasm, this wasn’t just business from Mom and she seemed to enjoy fucking her son quite a lot.
“That’s it, you’re the boss, sweetie, tell me where you want it?” mom moaned.
“I want it all over your beautiful face Mom!”
So like an obedient whore Mom got down on her knees and rubbed my cock all over her face.
“Yes show me that Money shot, Mom!”
“No thank you, Mom,” I said.
“But seriously though look at this room…” my mother said as she went back to cleaning with her son’s cum still covering her face.
“I’ll tell your father you gave the money to me as a loan. He won’t be happy about it but he’s stubborn not stupid. I’ll talk him into accepting it,” Mom said after she was done with everything.
“That’s great Mom, I hope that really helps you guys,” I said.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” Mom announced.
“But the place is all cleaned up now.”
“No, not that! Ten thousand dollars for just one fuck? I know I’m good but I’m not the queen of England or anything. Let’s just say the money you gave me was for a long term investment.”