Frantically Fucking Mom

Isabella's road to becoming a depraved-mother began when a calm, cool, and collected businessman made an indecent proposal.

As the owner of a fancy Italian restaurant in the downtown area, she had endured the 1-2 punch of a horrible year. First the extended lockdown, then the massive protests. The city had stringent rules regarding customers. Only 50% capacity was allowed, which was terrible for profits.

So she accepted the offer, because in this line of work, keeping customers waiting is never a good idea. It gives them time to look for alternatives. And there are always alternatives in a big city.

At that hour, the restaurant should have been closed. Isabella had already informed her employees that they'd be working overtime hours. At the moment, she could only afford to retain two waitresses and five members of the kitchen staff.

Her sons were also working there in a much smaller capacity. Jeremy, her oldest son, had been furloughed from his job as a sales rep. Her youngest son Ryan was still a college student, finishing his courses online. They had years of experience doing menial tasks around the restaurant.

But as the private dinner service approached, she began to have second thoughts about a few things.

The food industry was a small world and rumors travel fast. God forbid anything about tonight's service finds its way onto twitter and goes viral. As much as she tried to ignore other people's opinions, the fact was, her reputation meant everything to her.

As a former financial analyst for a large bank, Isabella knew how tonight's clients were. Proper in suits. Hard working. Deviant when it was time to play. Years ago, she used to routinely attend group meetings with clients in strip clubs. She pretended to like it for the sake of her job.

It was exactly why she left the finances and followed her heart to pursue a career in food service. Now everything had gone full-circle and she was once again at the whim of these sorts of men.

The kitchen staff was obviously essential and they didn't have a view of the dining area, so she decided to let the waitresses go for the night.

"You two can take the night off," Isabella said as diplomatically as possible to the young waitresses.

The waitresses seemed perplexed by their early dismissal. But when they were handed an extra $200 each, they went home with a smile.

As a proud Italian-American, blood was thicker than water. She knew that she could depend on her sons to keep a secret. It was time to fill them in on the rest of the details.

"Can I have a word with both of you?" Isabella asked her sons when the waitresses had left.

The boys huddled around the front of the restaurant, expecting the usual talk about strategy and the night's menu specials.

She tried to be professional about things. "I've asked the waitresses to go home. It'll be a private affair tonight."

That got their attention. She saw the surprised looks on their faces and was peppered with the obvious questions.

"Really? You want us to handle the service?"

"You realize we're not as good as the waitresses, right? We've never been in charge of that before."

Isabella tossed her hair back. "It'll be fine. I don't want the waitresses to spread gossip about what they see tonight. Our patrons are paying a lot of money and they want special accommodations. You two are grown-ups and you know what men want from their dates. So let's keep tonight's service between us. Not a word of this leaves our restaurant. Ever."

Her tone was conclusory and her sons knew the conversation was over.

All 23 guests arrived at the same time and Isabella flashed her customer-service smile. The men were financial figures wooing wealthy clients from Germany. The men varied in age and they all wore suits. Each man was there with a woman, who Isabella could tell were either high-end escorts or upscale strippers. Possibly a combination of both.

Aphrodisiac food had been pre-selected as the main courses; oysters, asparagus, all served with red wine, and a fancy array of chocolate pastries and gelato for dessert later.

During the private dinner service, she noticed men getting frisky with the women, and the women being flirtatious in return. She saw kissing at one table. On another table, she saw a man slip his hand down a woman's dress, briefly exposing a breast. The others seemed amused and laughed at the display.

As the clients enjoyed their meals, Isabella's sons went to the kitchen and backroom area to help prepare the extravagant desserts, while she remained in the dining area to tend to the patrons. She refilled wine and engaged in the usual banter, ignoring the occasional breast she'd see falling out of someone's dress.

"Ms. Ciccarelli, these oysters are divine,"

the businessman who organized this dinner event said as he ate.

Isabella winked at him. "It's a recipe that's been in my family for several generations. I put a small American twist on it, using locally grown ingredients. I'm honored that you're all enjoying it."

"Your skills are admirable. Here, have a taste of your family's legacy and your hard work."

The man held out a fork with an oyster on the end of it. It was more than just a kind gesture. The man wanted Isabella in a state of submission, bending to his will, eating from his fork.

She bent down and wrapped her lips around the end of the fork, taking the oyster into her mouth. She stood upright again and chewed while the people at that table watched her eating.

"Delicious," she said of her own recipe.

"A perfect way to describe your dishes. Are all of your recipes this good?"

Sensing an opportunity for new, loyal customers, she answered, "You better believe that everything in this restaurant is that good. In fact, you haven't even tried my best recipes yet. Come back for the lamb or meatballs. They're to die for."

"Maybe we will,"

he laughed.

"I haven't had authentic Italian food like this in a long time."

"Thank you, sweety," she smiled. "And speaking of sweets, dessert is almost ready. Wait until you try tonight's offerings. I guarantee you'll fall in love."

"How about a preview? You looked so beautiful bending over, isn't that right, ladies? Can we see it again?"

The businessman gestured to the giggling ladies next to him, who all seemed to agree that she was something to behold. When she looked over to the other tables, she saw more kissing. More breasts and nipples subtly coming out of their dresses like it wasn't a big deal.

Isabella brushed off what she was seeing. The money she was getting kept her in a good mood.

"Good things are worth waiting for," she winked. "Be a little more patient with that. I'll be back with more bread and sauce."

The businessman reached in his pocket for a wad of cash.

"I'll add an extra $1,000 to the bill if you come back without your blouse."

She laughed and was about to shoot down the suggestion before a guy in another table chimed in.

"Make that an extra $5,000 if you lose your pants and walk around barefoot. Times are tough in the restaurant business and I'm just doing my part to help out a fellow Italian."

There was a smirk on the guy's face, but nonetheless, Isabella could tell that the offer from both men were genuine. She was certain that her being scantily clad -- the debasement of a restaurant owner -- would be the crown jewel of their night.

Finally, a man with a German accent chimed in.

"$10,000 extra if you finish the remainder of this service naked."

So this was the guy these city businessmen were wooing. The man was brash enough to throw around that kind of money for a naked service.

Isabella froze for a moment as all eyes turned to her direction. Her initial reaction was to try and laugh it off, to make a few wisecracks and banter with them, but she knew they wanted her undressed.

The thought sent a rush of adrenaline through her body. It was an enticing idea in theory. She was no stranger to nudity of this kind. Back in college, she had actually modeled nude for art classes and artist friends of hers.

But this was present day reality -- not her past deeds -- and Isabella was a woman of high class and had a reputation to uphold. Most importantly of all, her sons were in the backroom.

"That's some serious money,"

the city businessman grinned.

"What'll it be? Looking to make some extra cash? We can afford it."

She managed to laugh, "Me? Naked? Gentleman, I'm in my late-40's. You have beautiful women all around you. Trust me, you don't want me naked."

"Hey, we obviously think you're very beautiful,"

the man countered.

"And women with power are sexy as hell."

"I run a restaurant. That's hardly any power compared to what you all have."

"You run a stunning Italian restaurant with some of the best reviews in the city. That's power. Think about. The offer will remain open."

"Right, of course I'll think about it," she said sarcastically to end the banter. "I'll be right back with extra gravy."

*

Smiling and amused, she left the dining area and went towards the backroom where her two sons were busy plating the desserts. She could hear the sounds of the kitchen staff hurrying to finish the order.

"What was that about?" Ryan asked, arranging the chocolate syrup.

Isabella playfully rolled her eyes, wondering whether or not to tell them. In the end, she needed to get things off her chest, as it was just too ridiculous to keep to herself.

She sighed, "They're offering me a ton of cash to get naked. Yes, butt naked. As if their dates exposing their bare breasts wasn't enough already."

As expected, any talk of nudity had grabbed their attention. They had already seen the tits in there, and much to Isabella's dismay, she caught them gawking a few times during service.

"How much did they offer?" Jeremy, her older son asked.

"Over $15,000," she replied. "That's on top of what they're already paying."

It stung to even speak those words. That kind of money would be the first step in reversing the myriad of financial losses since the lockdown and all the current regulations.

"And you're turning that down?" Jeremy asked cautiously, as if he knew he had messed up.

Ryan hesitantly nodded. "Mom, we saw the latest balance sheet earlier. We're pretty much screwed, like most other restaurants."

"Are both of you telling me to get naked?" she asked in her motherly voice, which always did the trick.

Her sons backtracked, saying all they were doing were keeping open minds. Frankly, she found their reactions to be amusing. They were always loyal and obedient to their mother, the way classic Italian families are.

Isabella softened the mood. "Look, I honestly don't mind getting naked for the right reasons, but this could destroy our family. No sane mother would ever do such a thing for money. It's the craziest thing I've ever heard in my life."

The brothers were born years apart, but they were so similar in a lot of ways. They gave each other a quick look and they knew what the other was thinking. In that split second, the boys were already on the same page.

She always had the impression that her sons found her attractive in some innocent way. She had caught them peeking at her shapely legs or busty chest a few times over the years. Nothing overt, but within reason, she thought. Isabella, after all, was a woman who put a lot of effort into how she presented herself.

"Mom, this place is on the brink. High level government officials suggest that they won't do another stimulus bill."

"The city and state aren't doing much either. Taxes are oppressive and minimum wage increased last year. Don't forget, food costs also went up."

Her boys were smart and knowledgeable in this business. They were also like most other young men at that age... guided by their cocks. She saw the gleams in their eyes.

It was flattering that she had this sort of effect on young men, much less her own sons. And if anyone deserved a nude show, it was them. They provided her with plenty of moral support over the years. During the lockdown, they kept her spirits high. And their free labor in the restaurant was invaluable.

She pondered for a moment, realizing how crazy the notion was. But the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins and she was becoming increasingly aroused with each passing second.

"And you two are serious?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "Because those men out there are dead serious. They'll want what they're paying for."

Jeremy nodded. "We're adults. This restaurant is your passion and the employees are like our extended family. Isn't that what you've always said?"

Those words stung. Only because it was true.

"What about my nudity? Won't it scar you two for life seeing me that way?"

Again, her sons were in unison.

He blushed, "You're the one who brought it up. Besides, there's already nudity in the dining hall."

"Maybe we can compromise," she conceded. "If you're okay with this... then I can get down to my bra and panties. Make a decision right now, customers are waiting."

Once again the boys glanced at each other and smiled. As expected, they came to an agreement without even saying a word.

"We'll help you undress, mom," Ryan said.

It happened so fast that Isabella barely knew what hit her. This was the first time that her always-respectful sons had ever put their hands on her clothes to remove them. Ordinarily, they knew better than to touch the buttons on her blouse. Or the buttons on her pants. Yet it was happening.

She watched them expertly remove her clothes and her pussy became wet. Oh yes, her boys were experts at undressing women. As a mother, it made her proud that her sons had these sorts of skills at their age. Most men are clumsy when it comes to working around a woman's attire. They also knew to fold her clothes neatly and to place them on the table.

Down to her bra and panties, Isabella stood calmly. Her shoes were already off and she bent down to remove her pantyhose to get barefoot on the floor.

"Mom, we need this money," her youngest son noted as she was down to her bare essentials.

She sighed. "Fine. Go ahead."

"It's for the best."

With her permission given, she was curious to see how emboldened her sons would be, if they could actually strip her naked. When she felt a pair of hands touching her back, working the clip of her bra, she knew this was really happening and she just accepted it.

"God help us," Isabella muttered to herself as her bra was being unhooked.

Her bra was pulled away from her. Both of her sons took a good look at her chest. Her tits were big and they hung down as a reflection of her age. Without even looking down, Isabella knew that her large brown nipples were rock hard at this point, either from the cool air, or her own arousal. Maybe both.

It was Jeremy who had the audacity to finish the job, reaching down to pull her panties to the floor. She stepped out of them, lifting each foot so her son could take it away.

She could no longer bring herself to make eye-contact with either of her sons. Doing her best to maintain composure, she constantly reminded herself of her motives for doing this. She reminded herself of those days in college when she had been a nude model for portraits.

Try as she might, it was an impossible task to ignore the fact that her sons were staring at her naked body.

"Oh my goodness," she deeply exhaled, wondering if this was the biggest mistake of her life. "What have I done?"

"Saving the family business," Ryan smiled.

Isabella pursed her lips and shrugged. "Cute response. Now if you'll excuse me, I have clients to serve. Let me know when the desserts are ready."

She looked at the clock and was mindful that the dining area had been without a server for several minutes. In this line of work, that was an unforgivable sin. Customers should always have a server nearby, especially ones paying this much money.

A dizzying feeling made her feel light-headed. Her pulse raced. Her pussy felt needy. Despite all of these mixed emotions, she forged ahead with her job. It was the necessary sacrifice of a woman who loved her job, her employees, and her family.

She was about to head to the dining area naked and empty handed, when she remembered the gravy and extra bread. There was no way in hell that she'd step into the kitchen like this. This was something the kitchen staff didn't need to know about, so she had her son go inside and get it.

"Thanks," she told Ryan. "Oh, and another thing. When the kitchen staff is done making the desserts, tell them to go home through the backdoor. I don't want them seeing any of this."

*

Isabella was met with grins when she made her naked appearance. There was even a round of applause when everyone looked at her. Without even looking at her own reflection, she was positive that her face had never been so red. She knew she was blushing beyond belief.

But she kept on going, walking naked and barefoot towards the tables, starting with the man who had arranged this dinner service. Eying the room, more nipples were exposed. More fondling was taking place. And there were more kisses in between. Two of the women had even gone topless.

"Extra gravy, anyone?" she asked, trying her best to be cool under pressure.

Some of the men accepted. All of the women declined, wanting to maintain their thin figures and modelesque appearances. Whenever she poured gravy onto a plate, her breasts would hang forward and people from each table would get a nice look at her nipples and pussy.

It wasn't long before meals were being finished. She refilled glasses of wine until the main course was done.

She went to the backroom to get help from her sons. It must have been at least 30 minutes since she first got naked. The novelty had slowly worn off in the dining area, but when she approached her sons, the feeling of shame and arousal had stirred up again. It was a sinful mix.

"Help me clean the tables," she ordered her sons.

The boys had just finished arranging the elaborate dessert plates and they helped her in the dining area.

After that, they brought out the individual dessert plates for each guest. Eyes lit up when the patrons saw the assortment. It almost threatened to overshadow her nakedness, but that was unlikely. Her bare body was still the star of the show by far.

The rush she got from serving food naked was spellbinding. But the rush she got from prancing around naked in front of her sons was borderline euphoric. Isabella made a mental note to seek therapy after this, she amusingly thought to herself.

When she locked eyes with the German businessman and saw a calculating look on his face, Isabella knew that the night had only gotten started.

"I see a resemblance between you and the servers,"

the German said with a blunt and callous tone.

It almost felt menacing, like the man was going somewhere with this. A forbidden place even after she was parading around naked for her sons to see.

She held her chin high. "They're my pride and joy. This restaurant is made possible by their moral support and helping hands. I'm extremely blessed as a mother."

"All the better. I'll pay an additional $20,000 if they both fuck you senseless. If we finish our desserts before that, the deal is off. No further negotiations."

As soon as the offer left the man's mouth, he slowly picked up his spoon and took a bite of the gelato with chocolate syrup on top, showing that time was of the essence.

Isabella was awestruck that this restaurant's financial problems could all be cured in one fateful night. She saw the pleading look in the eyes of both sons. Being good with numbers was something that ran in the family. Without saying a word, they were all on the same page about what this money would mean.