Indentured Pervitude, Ch. 05
by Rachael DMM
Wendy opened the front door to let her mother in, who was all flustered and out of sorts. She started right away. "Oh my God, I almost got killed by a big truck on the dive out here! And this weather, I'm sweating like a pig." She said it as if these things were both Wendy's fault.
"Good to see you, too, Mom. I'm glad you could make it." She closed the door. took her mom's purse, and put it aside.
"I don't know why we couldn't have just met halfway like usual," she blustered, fixing her hair in the foyer mirror as if she'd just survived a harrowing calamity. Her hair was fine; she was fine. Wendy was pretty sure it was nothing more than a driverless semi passing her on the highway and a mildly hot day. She led her mom into the parlor, excited for what was to come.
"Here, sit down and relax. Tell me what you've been up to. You had a garden club meeting yesterday, didn't you?"
"We did, and you wouldn't believe it. Margaret was wearing one of those awful stringy dresses all the young girls are wearing these days. I swear I saw her nipple pop out at least twice. It was so rude. I don't know what that woman is thinking. No one wants to see an old lady showing herself off like that."
"I don't know, it's the fashion these days. I think those dresses are sexy. I'm surprised Margaret would have one, but good on her. It probably makes her feel young again."
"If showing people her droopy old boobs makes her feel young, then I don't know what."
"Lighten up, Mom. What's wrong with showing a little bit of nip here and there?"
"In public? It's...it's...offensive."
"People's bodies shouldn't offend you," Wendy said, keeping her tone light. "I mean you have nipples, don't you? Nothing offensive about that."
"Yes, but I don't go flashing them around for the world to see."
"Maybe you should give it a try. You might like it." Wendy particularly enjoyed the scandalized look her mother gave her after that comment. "Would you like some tea?"
"Oh...ah...yes, that would be lovely," she said, trying to calm down.
"Tom," Wendy called to the other room. "Can you bring the tea in, please?"
"But..." his voice could barely be heard in the parlor. "Your mother is here."
"Yes, she is. Will that be a problem for you?"
"Well...no, I guess not. I'll be there in a minute."
Wendy's mom leaned in a little closer and whispered. "How is he getting along? I read that owned persons can have a lot of trouble adjusting."
"I think he's doing quite well. Things are different - like Daddy said they would be - but I think it's working out rather nicely."
"Good, because with the wedding only a couple of months away, we can't afford any... complications."
"Not to worry, Mother, I've got it all under control."
Her mom smiled and sat back, happy with that answer.
"Tea is served," Tom announced. Her mom looked up and gasped. She wasn't expecting to see a naked man delivering their afternoon tea. She quickly covered her eyes.
"Good heavens! What is happening?"
"Tom is serving us some tea, Mother. Is there a problem?" This was too much fun for Wendy.
"There certainly is! He's naked!"
"Hmmm...so he is. Put it right over here on the table, sweetie." She got a lot of joy out of how red Tom's cheeks were. She couldn't remember ever seeing him blush like that before. This was even better than she had hoped for. "Tom, you forgot the lemon. Will you be a dear and bring us some?" He nodded and hurried off. She watched his hairy buns as he went. So cute. It had been less than a week since she implemented the nudity rule, and she still got a thrill out of seeing him "prancing" around naked.
"What is the meaning of this? Has he lost his mind?"
"Oh, settle down, Mother. Nothing you haven't seen before. You saw Tom in the nude when you helped him in the shower that first day he came home, didn't you?"
"I helped take care of him, but I didn't see anything. Certainly not his....his thing."
"It's no big deal, mother. It's just a naked man.
"He's not a man I should be seeing naked! He's your fiancé, for goodness sake!"
"He is my fiancé. But, thanks to you and Daddy, he is also my slave. I like seeing him naked, and so he's not allowed to wear clothes around the house any longer." Wendy poured the tea from the pot into their cups. "He has a very cute penis, don't you think?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Well, take a good look when he comes back and tell me what you think."
"That's...that's just...perverted."
"Maybe, but it makes me happy."
Tom came into the room again with a small dish of sliced lemon. Wendy's mother covered her eyes again after another horrified gasp. Wendy couldn't help but notice Tom's cock was a bit thicker than earlier. Was he getting an erection? She hoped so...
"Mother, please, you don't need to be so dramatic." Tom set the dish down, "Thank you, Tom."
"Will there be anything else?"
"Yes, stay right there for me." Wendy turned to her mother. "Mom, go ahead and look. I know you want to."
"I most certainly do not want to."
"Why not? Tom has a nice body and a very attractive...thing."
"I don't want to see his thing," she declared, whispering the last word.
"Now we both know that's not true. The way you always flirt with him. You think I don't notice, but I do." Wendy was enjoying this more and more.
"I never..."
"It's okay, Mom, I don't mind. Tom is a very handsome man. I don't blame you. I'm sure you must be curious. Well, here's your chance."
Wendy's mom was quiet, her breathing a bit ragged. She lowered her hand, but her eyes were still closed. "Okay, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have one little look." She opened her eyes, and there was another gasp - not a surprised one this time, but more of a lustful one. "Oh, my..."
"There you see, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Her mom licked her lips and stared. "Speaking of hard, do you think he could...you know..."
"Get an erection?" She looked up at Tom with a wicked smile. "What do you say, sweetie, you think you can get a hard-on for my mom?"
