Mom's Maid Service
"Warning: This work contains explicit content. It was created by an adult for adults. The story explores incestuous dynamics between a mother and her adult son."
I've always hated doing chores. Ever since I was a kid, I'd do whatever I could to get out of them. Wasn't a problem until I got a promotion at work. Sure, the paycheck was better, but suddenly I had zero free time and no interest in wasting it on stuff like cleaning.
Then I stumbled on this online ad for cleaning services... with a little extra something. Her rates were high, but hey, I could pay for it.
What really grabbed my attention was the escort service... She offered full-body massages with a happy ending.
The photos revealed a woman who could've been my mother. Her curves were breathtaking; big breasts and hips that demanded attention. She wasn't just a MILF; she was the gold standard of them.
I booked the basic package with a premium upgrade, one that included hands-on exploration of her curves and a guaranteed... satisfying conclusion. It wasn't cheap, but every dollar felt more like an investment.
Her face was blurred, so I had no clue what she actually looked like. Anything could happen. I just hoped it'd be... good for both of us.
She showed up at my door in an oversized sweater and leggings, wearing one of those medical masks that covered half of her face. Her eyes locked on mine almost as if she knew me. She was carrying a gym bag too.
"You gonna let me in?" she asked, her voice echoing in the doorway. It carried a strange familiarity, but the mask muffled it.
"Of course... my bad. Come in... Make yourself... comfortable."
She slipped past me into the apartment, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. Her gym bag hit the floor. The sweater hugged her curves and the leggings showed off a voluptuous body. It was definitely her.
She took off her sweater revealing a blouse tied just below her breasts with a blush-pink bra peeking out. My gaze dipped lower: I could see the straps of a thong, the pink tone, curved over her hips. That was exactly what I wanted.
"God! You look... stunning."
"Thanks, honey. So..." She tilted her head. "You want me to clean first or... or skip to the fun part?" She seemed kinda nervous.
"Could you please take care of the cleaning, ma'am?"
"Ma'am? I like that." She stepped toward the bag she'd brought. She pulled out cleaning supplies, including rags, bottles of liquid, and other tools. "I'll start with the kitchen... boy."
She drifted toward my cramped kitchen; cleaned every part of my counter top with quick moves.
Her breasts were huge, the pictures did not do her justice; they moved at the same rhythm as she cleaned.
I could tell that she was starting to do things faster, a bit nervous.
"Everything alright? You look a bit rushed," I said.
"Oh, it's... nothing. Do you need me to clean anything else?"
"Could you clean the living room, mother... I mean Ma'am, please... I'll be back in a moment..."
I went into my room to think... It couldn't be her... my own mother... Was she blind, or didn't she recognize her own son? All of this felt so surreal. I had too many questions, but they were all clouded by a heat and arousal I'd never felt before.
That's when the twisted idea hit me... How far would she go? I could play dumb. After all, I hadn't seen her face yet...
I stripped completely naked before stepping out to meet her. My cock was already rock hard.
I found her crouched down, straightening the sofa cushions. "Is everything... okay?" she asked, focused on her work.
"Yes, ma'am."
She began to turn towards me. "Good, because I've finished here and..." The words died in her throat. Her gaze snapped to my naked body.
"You're a... bad boy... But there's no rule against being naked, I suppose. Need... anything else?"
"Not really... I would like to talk about the premium service. Do you have any rules?"
"Rules? Well... No marks, no pain... Everything else is negotiable... Wait... are you planning on using the premium service?" Her voice wavered slightly, and her eyes flicked down to my cock, then back up to my face.
"I'm... considering it... Yeah... I want to see you naked. Touch every inch of your body. Fuck you senseless against my bed... the usual stuff..."
She didn't answer. The doubt and the guilt were right there in her eyes. For a second, I thought she'd yank off the mask, end it all. But... she didn't.
"I'm too old for you, boy." Her laugh came out frayed, unconvincing. "Could practically be your mother. Doubt you'd want... that. Besides, my body's... not exactly magazine material."
A lie.
"Wanna bet?" I stepped closer. "Strip down now. If my cock loses its stiffness, you win, we walk away. But if it stays hard..." A pause, her breath catching. "We... discuss the details in my room. Deal?"
Her fingers played with the knot of her blouse. She could still say no. Should've said no. But...
"Deal. No tricks. Hands behind your back. Now."
I obeyed.
She hesitated, fingers working the knot of her blouse until it slipped to the floor. The pink bra beneath her breasts looked bigger than in the pictures. My cock twitched.
Her eyes went back and forth between my lustful stare and my cock. Hands behind her back, she once again hesitating for a moment, but with a sigh, she unfastened her bra, exposing her huge and delicious nipples.
"Still hard..." she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.
"Harder than ever," I growled. "Don't stop. Turn around. Let me see that ass."
She obeyed. I could hear her breathing from nerves or... excitement? Impossible to tell.
Her fingers trembled as she pulled down the leggings, revealing the full curve of her ass and hips. The pink thong contrasted with her skin and dear Lord, I wanted to spank it.
She turned towards me, arms crossing over her chest in an attempt to cover herself. Her eyes locked lower on my cock. "Still... hard... Christ."
"What do you think? We take this to my room?" I asked her.
"Bedroom it is," she said. She picked up her gym bag, slung it over her shoulder. "Lead the way..."
