(As a preface, this chapter includes a bit of Spanish, which I'm horrible at. It was a while since I had any Spanish lessons so if what I've written in Spanish is wrong or dumb, then I blame it on Google and the many different sites I visited to write a bit of Spanish dialogue.)
The next morning I woke up, feeling the warm soft bodies of mom and Victoria pressed against mine, as I had wrapped myself around Victoria in my sleep holding her close. Stirring in her sleep I felt how mom turned, yawning as she opened her eyes.
"Morning sweetie," she whispered, kissing my neck. We made some small talk, whispering as not to wake Victoria. "Could you go into the bathroom and grab the yellow bottle of oil? We don't look as good with stretch marks you know," mom teased, and I simply nodded as I made my way out of bed, finding the yellow and black bottle she was referring to. Sitting myself back down on the bed, bottle in hand, I squeezed out some of the oil and applied it to mom's large belly, beginning massaging it into her skin.
"Oh! That's so cold! You could have warmed it up first!" she laughs as her reaction jolted Victoria awake.
"What? Ouch, my head..." Victoria grumbles, dizzy and disoriented.
"I'm sorry to have woken you sweetie," mom apologies, now enjoying the oil as she's gotten used to it. "Do you have a hangover?"
"I guess. I've never, uhh, experienced one before..." she groans, laying her head back down on the pillow, closing her eyes as she fights a headache.
"Never?" I asked, surprised by that. "I mean, most people have been hungover, even me! Me and Max have a tendency to drink too much, too often..." I thought to myself, applying more lotion to mom's belly.
"Look how big we've gotten. Eating so much, drinking so much! Isn't it wonderful?" mom happily said, looking over at Victoria who still groaned and writhed in place. Victoria responded with a groan, and after a few minutes I was finished oiling mom up, moving on to Victoria, remembering to warm the oil up in my hands before applying it.
The rest of the day passed on like normal, me going to college and leaving mom and Victoria at home. The classes were still empty, and Max wasn't there today, he had sent me a message that he couldn't be there, 'Girlfriend problems' he had said. After lunch, my phone buzzed, I'd gotten an email. It was to my private mail, so it wasn't school related. Reading it, it was from the clothing store, their manager had responded to my application, wanting to have a quick interview with me over Zoom later today if it were fitting. I quickly responded to the email, scheduling the interview to 18:20 today.
Rushing home after college was over, I threw open the door, telling mom and Victoria that I had an interview in a few minutes. They wished me good luck as I turned on my computer, turning on the webcam and waiting for the invite. It popped up in my feed exactly at 18:20, and I joined quickly.
"Hello there," said a woman, under her screen it said 'Erin Ross.' It was difficult placing her age, maybe around 40 or so, shoulder long straight blonde hair, light skin and brown eyes that sit behind a pair of glasses. Dressed in a casual outfit, a red T-shirt with a gray hoodie, unzipped. Ms. Ross seemed to be at home, sitting in a makeshift office with a bookshelf behind her. "Punctual, that's good."
"Hi," I said, my heart picking up pace, my hands clammy which I wiped on my jeans. She smiles back at me, leaning in closer to the webcam. "Maybe she has trouble with close sightedness," I thought to myself.
"This is more of a formality, but I'll go through some questions with you. But first, just out of curiosity. Why did you apply to the store?"
"Well, I saw that it was quite busy, and one of the employees told me how much was going on there and if I would consider working there. I thought about it and came to the conclusion: 'Why not.' So I applied and, to be frank, more money couldn't hurt," I chuckled, which also caused her to laugh.
"Well, I agree with you on that front. And I appreciate the honesty," she says, before continuing with the interview, asking me the usual questions which I've heard before. I can see how she nods approvingly to many of my answers, until she gets a little bit more, personal. "How tall are you John?"
"What?" I asked, taken by surprise.
"I asked: 'How tall are you?' It's a simple question," her voice was a little irritated.
"I'm 6.2."
"Oh, good," she says, a suggestive tone to words. "Wait there John, I'll just grab something." Standing up, I noticed how her boobs were big, but they quickly disappeared from view, her hips in frame. Wearing no pants, a pair of white panties was showing, snagged on her thick hips, her ass pretty sizable as well. Walking away, I had just enough time to process what just had happened before she returned, sitting back down in front of the camera. "Sorry 'bout that, had to get something," she said, and I could see how she subtly moved her arm downwards.
"No worries," I said, a bit flustered from her little show.
"We're almost done, just a few more questions. Are you a hard worker John?"
"I guess so. I'd never slack off at least."
"Good *quiet moan.* That's good. Are you eager to please?" she said, her arm moving faster, and I could hear how her mic picked up the faint sounds of wet slapping noises. She was masturbating in front of me on camera.
"I-I-I don't know... Maybe?" I responded after a few seconds of silence, her face shifting into one of lust, and neediness.
"Oh, I'm *moan* sure you are... You're hired! You can start tomorrow if you'd want," she continues, her body starting to shake and move faster. Putting her leg up on the desk, not caring anymore, I can see how a large black dildo is shoved in and out of her pussy, as she moans louder and louder.
"T-thank you..." I quietly stutter, watching her masturbate. Continuing like this for over a minute, I watched her, too afraid to leave. Screaming and whimpering, Ms. Ross edged closer, until she squirts hard on the camera, blocking the camera's view of her. I hear loud panting and bits of delirious laughing, until Ms. Ross says:
"I can't wait to meet you in person John. I look forward to it." And with that, she ends the meeting. An email was sent to me later that day, instructions of how to get started, and Luana had been assigned to show me the ropes. Returning to mom and Victoria, both of them are reading a book, but they tilt their heads to the side when I walk in, their bellies blocking their view of the door.
"I got the job," I announced, having recollected myself moments before, I now leaned against the doorframe, trying to look "cool."
"Nice!" Victoria said, reaching out her arms to signal for me to come give her a hug, which I do. "I'm proud of you," Victoria whispers, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," I say, straightening myself up.
"We're proud. I knew you'd land that job. I mean, how could they refuse your handsome face," mom giggled from her side of the bed, picking her book back up again.
"How are you two feeling? Have things been okay while I was away?" I asked them, taking a seat on the desk chair, moving it closer to the bed.
"I'm feeling really full. It's nice and all, but it does hurt sometimes," Victoria moaned, rubbing her belly.
"We're pretty thirsty and bored, reading the same book isn't as fun as you'd think," mom says, letting her book fall to the floor.
"I'll go get you some water, I'll bring a pitcher. For entertainment... Should I move the TV in here?" I propose.
