Live-in Chef Job

I had just finished culinary school and was excited to use my newfound skills and knowledge. I saw an ad for a family that wanted a live-in chef. Though that was not what I planned to do with my new skills It looked like a great opportunity. The pay was great, rent free, and a nice part of the city. I interviewed and got the job with my first client live-in client as a personal chef for a nice family of 3.

I was 26 years old, and things were looking up. I was now living with a very nice but also very busy family that needed my help to take care of all the meals, snacks, and anything else food related for in the home and school. The mom was 38, the dad was 40, and their son John was a freshman in school.

The dad was a very busy and successful businessman, he was hardly ever home as he traveled a lot for work. He was more of a serious kind of guy. The limited time he was home he was always busy with something, so he was not very involved with the family.

The mom was a stay at home mom, and she was very close with her son, very involved in his life. She wanted him to become an actor so badly, so she was constantly helping or I like to say forcing him to practice for roles, commercials, or dragging him to countless auditions, etc. She wanted him to be an actor much more than he wanted to. Though she would also go out every Friday night for "girls night" and would come back quite late usually.

John was a very nice and sweet boy. Very well mannered, smart, but a little bit timid. His mom was quite controlling of his life, he never argued or fought back with her. Though he was quite a bit younger he was already just as tall as me which I guess doesn't say a lot at 5'5" 110.

After a couple weeks of working for them, we started getting comfortable with each other. Their son was taking a real liking to cooking so I started letting him help me prep and cook so he could learn but also do something he enjoyed.

Though it did cross my mind that it could be possible he took an interest in cooking with me because he thought I was pretty, I convinced myself that it was probably more likely that he just enjoyed cooking since I was much older than him. Since I lived with them I did not really have much time to go out, so I would exercise there at the house to stay in shape. I would exercise in the living room and I noticed he would usually hang in at the breakfast counter doing "homework" which gave him a clear view to me exercising. I figured what's the harm? That's how boys are right? I also noticed he always seemed to find an excuse to be passing through the hallways just as I would leave the bathroom after taking a shower. Coming out in my robe I was not worried, I knew what he was curious, but harmless.

After several months of being with the family I could clearly see how unhappy John was with his mom pushing the acting on him so much. I really felt bad for him since he was such a good boy but was being forced down a path he had no passion for.

I tried to do the best I could to help him enjoy his time cooking with me since that was when he seemed the happiest. He even started coming with me to get groceries. It was a fun adventure for him, and I enjoyed the company too.

When my last week of staying with the family finally arrived, I felt saddened that it was going to end. I could tell John felt the same way. They were moving to another state, and this was the last weekend I would be here with them but especially felt sad for their son who would be missing out on the fun of cooking together which I knew brought him joy.

This last Friday night the mom went out for girls night like she always does. Their son John decided since it was our last Friday night together and he wanted to have movie night which I could not refuse. He made the popcorn and with the lights turned down he picked his spot on the big comfy leather couch with the movie ready to hit play as he waited for me.

Little did he know I wanted tonight to be very special as well. I came out wearing my long robe which I normally do since I get cold easily, plus it's super comfy. I snuggled in next to him and he hit the play button to start the movie.

After about 10 minutes I told him I was kind of tired from the long day and asked if he minded if I lay my head in his lap while watching. I could tell he was a bit nervous but he fumbled out a "no, go ahead"

I nestled my head in his lap, I could feel his cock start to grow under the back of my head as I lay there. I could tell he was so nervous, worried I noticed. I moved my head like I was uncomfortable due to his growing bulge. Then I sat up, rubbing the back of my head like I was wondering what was poking me. The panic on his face was so cute and innocent.

I just smiled as I opened my robe, wearing my favorite long sleeve red top with no bra, and a black thong. His eyes widened like never before. Without saying a word, I knelt down in front of him between his legs. Here he was, probably thinking I just gave him the highlight of his life being able to see an attractive woman right in front of him nearly naked, staring at my 34C breasts in my sexy bra and panties. Little did he know it was about to get a whole lot better.

Without a moment to waste I reached in his waistband, grabbing his warm shaft which was now rock hard. I pulled it out, and noticed how nice it looked. Nice length and girth with a nice tip. I smiled not realizing how much I was I was going to enjoy this and immediately leaned down taking his sweet cock in my mouth. He gasped as soon as he felt my tongue and wet mouth consume his throbbing shaft for the first time.

I lifted my shirt up over my breasts, exposing them for him to get him even more excited. I stared up at him and smiled as I inch by inch his cock disappeared n my mouth, his look of amazement and pleasure made it all worth it for me. I wanted to do something very special for him and I loved knowing I was his first experience and knew this was something he would remember forever. As I enthusiastically sucked and slurped his beautiful cock, I knew he would blow any minute never having experienced this pleasure before. Next thing I know he almost franticly tells me he is about to cum as if he was trying to help me, warning me so I wouldn't get his cum in my mouth. Instead, I sucked him deeper and more eagerly, wanting to make sure he could not hold back from the pleasure and blow his full load in my mouth which I intended to swallow.

Suddenly I feel a rush his warm cum pumping in my mouth as he groaned. I loved tasting him cum, knowing I was the first made it even more satisfying for me. I quickly started swallowing his loads, sucking up each spurt of cum, some spilled out of my mouth from the volume and I made sure none fell on him. As he finished, I slid his cock out from between my lips, holding his shaft with one hand as I ran my tongue across it, licking it clean, finishing with sucking the remaining cum seeping out of his tip.

I look up and see his looking down at my with his cock in hand while its right up against my mouth, he has the biggest grin on his face.

I tell him to never tell anyone, this was something special just for him. I told him to always follow his dreams and to do what made him happy. I patted him on the chest and went off to bed in my room. I slept very well that night.

The next day I finished packing the rest of my things and said goodbye the family as I headed off to my next endeavor. I never saw or heard from the family again.