All participants are over the age of 18 and are fictional
Junior blocked another customer. The requests were becoming a bit much for him now. The porn that was supplied was going down paths he was uncomfortable with. The money was still good, getting better in fact. However, Junior discovered something, he had morals. So that was the tenth customer, a good-paying one he now refused to work with. Sitting in his chair he sighed. This was ok for a bit but he felt gross and lonely, it was probably the loneliness that made him think of his stepmother.
Jennifer, his crass and rude stepmother, would have made a joke about how could you stuff a job that was essentially jerking off, something a jerk off like him should be an expert with. Even though it was imagined, it was fueled by real-life anecdotes. Junior would have previously scowled even at the accurate but made-up joke. Instead, he smiled, maybe fucking someone in the ass changed your opinion of them. He laughed out loud, it was Jennifer in style but his creation.
"You know people who randomly laugh like that get locked up."
Junior spun around in the chair initially trying to cover himself but then realising the stupidity of it. It was his stepmother dressed in her pink frilly robe, one that showed way too much cleavage, and far too much leg.
"Hello mother," Junior said dryly impersonating a serial killer.
"Yeah that does not help the whole appearance," Jennifer said pointing at Junior's nudity and surroundings which were decorated with lube bottles along with new and used condoms.
"Oh, sorry," Junior said, standing and donning his robe. "Not trying to come off creepy."
Jennifer laughed. "What if that's what I am after?"
Junior shot her a confused look.
"I could be down here hoping for a kinky dude to time me up and push needles in my tits," Jennifer emphasised her statement by cupping her large breasts.
"Really," Junior said sardonically, also hopefully. "You'd like that? I had no idea," Junior paused for a moment and donned a wide grin, "mum."
"Yeah, your mum is into some kinky shit," she said waving her hands around indicating the large allotment of sex toys, pornography, and prophylactics. "Makes you look like a saint. Look I'm not interrupting am I?" Jennifer started looking for a clear place to sit and after flicking an empty condom packet sat on the end of Junior's bed.
"No, Just pruning clients," Junior said with a sigh as he fiddled with his robe.
"Oh," Jennifer said. "Well, as terrible as this sounds, you are the only person I have to chat with, and I was still interested in your offer," Jennifer said, looking around the room and noting the mess.
"Oh, I was worried you'd be cheating on Dad?" Junior said realising the insensitive nature of his remark too late.
Jennifer looked up, a sternness crossed her face and then softened. "Look, it is a weird world marriage with the super-rich, something that I don't understand at all." Jennifer smiled, "I was instructed to have relationships as long as they did not impact the reputation of the family."
"Wow," was all Junior could muster in shocked realisation. "So, every good chance he has,"
"Several," Jennifer interrupted. "Several times, several women, many of them ongoing."
Junior nodded, soaking it all in and trying to appear non-judgmental. "I never have."
"Look, I knew what I was marrying into, and to be frank I kind of like the fun we had the other day," Jennifer said leaning back her arms out behind her, the pink robe splitting down the middle exposing side boob, belly, and blonde pubic hair.
"Really," Junior said partially in shock at the infidelity revelation, and his stepmother's exposure and invitation.
"I think that if we are going to do an online-only whatever. Well, we should be, or I should be aware of how depraved you are," Jennifer winked, and leaned forward spreading her legs slightly and completely opening the robe and exposing her enormous pale breasts, the nipples flashing junior before rolling away as she moved.
"Get to know me," Junior said with an unconcealable grin.
