Owning a Busty Teacher Maid
Maria Hayward
I was so glad that my sister, Nancy, had come to a visit. She was a few years younger than me. A wilder girl with strawberry-blonde hair that fell around her face. She dressed to show off her round breasts, her pants were so tight. She had a fire in her that had always burned too bright.
"Oh, it's so good to see you, too, Maria," Nancy said as she broke the hug. She looked me up and down me. "My, my, that uniform really suits you. A maid... I think that's just perfect for you. You always were better at the domestic stuff than me."
I smiled but didn't bring up her messy divorce. She had not been a faithful woman. Her daughters had different fathers. "It's perfect. I love being my son's Mommy-Maid. It just feels so right to wear his silver garter."
"Yep," said Nancy. She looked around. "Wow, this place sure is... gloomy. It really needs to be redecorated. Your brother-in-law also had some... weird taste in art."
"Well..." I glanced at Cali, arching my eyebrow in question.
The purple-eyed maid studied my sister then said, "You've done enough cleaning for the day. Take her to your quarters and socialize. I can finish up with any tough spots that remain."
"Thanks," I said and took my sister's hand. "This way."
She looked around as I led her to the grand staircase that led up to the third floor where the living quarters were. She glanced at a picture of a black, misshapen dog chasing a young, naked woman through a creepy woods on the wall by the stairs.
"Very weird art," she said. "It's so Lovecraftian."
"Oh,
who
?" I asked. "Is he a painter?"
"A writer, H.P Lovecraft," she said, rolling her eyes. She liked to pretend to be so sophisticated. "I hope you have an estate sale. Some of this stuff must be worth something. And you can replace it with something better."
"No, no," I said as we headed up the stairs. "They're Hayward heirlooms. They can't be gotten rid of. All of this artwork is my son's legacy. He must... safeguard it."
"Riiiight," said Nancy, looking around.
Wanting to change the subject, I asked, "How are my nieces doing?"
"Oh, Deborah and Izzy are doing great," said Nancy. "I should have brought them, but they had school. I didn't see the need to disrupt that for a visit. But next time... I mean..." She shuddered as we reached the third floor. "This place is amazing but it's also creepy. I mean, why does your late husband's family collect such... disturbing art."
She glanced at a man with a long and crooked nose with a deranged smile that showed off his broken teeth. He held a bloody knife up in the air, the crimson spilling down his hands. She shuddered and walked a tad faster.
"It's a long story," I said. "Sort of a family tradition."
"Weird tradition."
I nodded as we passed the Gizzamuluke's painting. I could
feel
that malformed cat staring at us, his green eyes almost tracking us. I didn't show any fear as I marched by. It was still the day. They didn't even have a chance of coming out during the day.
I reached the door at the end of the hall and pushed it open onto the family's living area. It opened onto a little waiting room. An antechamber. Through there was a very modern-looking living room with a connected kitchen. Big screen TV, couches, and recliners.
"Thank god," groaned my sister. "I thought you lived in the same sort of Gothic horror as out there. This is much better."
I smiled. "Yes. A little refugee." I headed to the kitchen. "Tea?"
"Sure," she said. "Man, I really do love your uniform. It's so neat that you're your son's maid."
Another roil of joy bubbled up through me. "I truly love it," I said, grabbing the electric kettle. "I'm so happy. For the first time since my husband passed, I'm happy."
"I can tell," Nancy said. "Your five years of moping is over."
It was. I had my son to take care of. I was so happy.
~~*~~
Lance Hayward
Ms. Docea stared at the light-blue garter in my hand and beamed. She looked so happy that I had chosen her to be my next maid. Her green eyes sparkled. Her red hair fell in fiery curls around her lovely face. She was such a hot teacher. I needed to have her as one of my maids.
She unbuttoned her blouse. Right here before her class, she worked the buttons through their eyelets. She trembled, her black bra peeking out before she revealed it. I groaned at the sight of her big boobs held in her bra.
"Oh, she's so gorgeous, Master," my Maid-Wife purred. Bella stood at my side. She was so supportive and loving. "Great choice! I approve!"
"I'm glad," I said, my free hand squeezing her naked ass. She wore only her yellow garter. Until she had her maid's uniform and was "properly" dressed, she wouldn't wear anything.
Ms. Docea seemed the same as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Everyone was watching, especially the other boys. Her big breasts spilled out of the cups. They were so heavy and lovely. As big as Mom's or Cali's. The teacher dropped her bra, discarding it like it meant nothing to her. I reached out and pinched a hard, pink nipple.
"Master," she groaned as I twisted her nub.
My Teacher-Maid was such a delicious woman. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop. Beneath, she wore bikini-cut, black panties. I smiled, so eager to see that fiery bush and the pussy it held. I released her nipple as she hooked the waistband of her panties.
"Ready for the big reveal, Master," cooed Bella.
