(All characters are fictional and above the age of 18)
(This story includes Mom-Son Cuckolding, Voyeurism, and Humiliation)
It was 11 in the morning. I was standing outside my mother's home massage parlor, carefully peeking in. My penis was rock hard in my pants looking at my mother's winking asshole. Her legs were wrapped around a fat middle-aged white guy. Her soft thighs were glistening with oil. The guy was pounding his fat dick in and out of my mother's hairy pussy, pinning her small frame down on the massage table. My mother was moaning loudly while this huge white stud was fucking her. He would pull out for a few seconds, then he would plunge back inside again, making my mother scream. I was so excited that my cock started to throb, and I almost blew my load into my underwear. I quickly pulled them down and started jerking myself off right there. I couldn't believe that I was watching as she got fucked by some big white cock, grunting and groaning like a slut.
It all started with the untimely passing of my father. He did not leave us with a lot of savings. So, we were financially in a bad place. My mother also did not have any experience or training to find a good job, so I had to put my community college on pause and started to work as a food delivery guy to help my mom pay the bills. One night during dinner, she showed me a leaflet. There were three lines printed on a white sheet of paper:
"MASSAGE THERAPIST NEEDED"
"ATTEND A SHORT WORKSHOP AND WORK AS A HIGH-EARNING MASSAGE THERAPIST"
There was a contact number and some dollar sign at the bottom line. No name or address anywhere.
"I don't know, mom. It looks kind of shady!" I said.
"Son, we are struggling and I can not let you waste your life away delivering food all the time. If there is any opportunity, I am going to take it, maybe I can make enough money for both of us. So you can focus on your study again, and I have called them already. They said they will not charge me for the workshop. So I am going."
"Not going to charge you! That's a bit weird!"
Mom looked at me with excitement in her eyes and said, "It's okay, son. I trust them and It's all very professional. I had to send them all my information and a couple of photos... and they said they are looking forward to meeting me tomorrow."
I had a funny feeling about the whole thing, but I did not know what to say.
So, I said, "Whatever it is, I know you will be great."
Her face lit up with the brightest smile, and she pulled me in for a quick peck on the lips and then hugged me tightly. Her chin resting on the top of my head. My chicks resting on her soft breasts made me forget what I was worried about.
She let go and gave me another kiss on the lip and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
The next day, mom left early because she had to run some errands before her workshop, so I did not get a chance to talk to her all day, but I did get a call from her in the evening...
"Son, the workshop went very well! I start work today!" she said with an excited tone.
I was surprised at that. " What kind of workshop is this that you get trained in a day!" I asked skeptically.
"I will be late, get something for yourself to eat... don't wait up..." She hung up before I could say anything. I wanted to wait up, but I was so tired of delivering food on my bicycle all day that I fell asleep on the sofa.
The next morning, I woke up and saw mom in the kitchen. She must have gotten back late last night. She looked freshly showered, her bathrobe was tightly wrapped around her body, her hair was wet, and she had this wicked smile on her lips that I had never seen before.
"Hey, when did you get back?"
She looked at me with her big brown eyes and smiled, "Oh, I got back like an hour ago."
"You were out all night?"
"Yes, I did the workshop, and they were so impressed that they asked me to start right away."
"That's nice, So what do you have to do there? " I asked.
" You know, mommy gives massages, it's not hard work. Mommy is a natural... "
"Will you work nights regularly? "
"Well for now I will do three nights a week, lots of men want massages after work... "
"And woman too....... " she added quickly.
I did not like the sound of that, but I did not say anything. I knew she was in a good mood, because she only refers to herself as "mommy" when she is in a really good mood, and I didn't want to ruin that.
So, she started to work as a massage therapist and earned good money doing it. She bought a new TV and a car, and she even bought me a great computer, but I noticed something has changed in my mom. She always talked about how she would like to have more money. Not only that, but she also started avoiding housework and would just lie in front of the TV all day watching some reality TV show where women would always act real slutty. I had to pick up more housework alongside my delivery job.
Then one day I came back from delivering food and saw some workers working in the living room.
"Hi, mom, What are those guys doing here?"
"These are contractors...they are turning part of the living room into a home parlor. I forgot to tell you, honey. I will do some work from home now too. So that I don't have to share the money with my boss," she said excitedly.
I just stood there dumbfounded. I did not know what to say, we live in a pretty small house There was only two bedroom side by side and the house had only one toilet.
"Is the toilet will be in your parlor? "
"Yes, some man like to shower when we are done?"
" How am I going to use the toilet, when you have a client in there? "
"Don't worry, honey, You will not be here when I have clients in the house."
I stood there and stared at her, I did not know what to say.
Soon the work was done and an expensive massage table arrived, which I helped her to set up. She also put up some curtains on the entrance I could not understand how she could afford all this, I wanted to go and ask her about it but when I went to her room she was trying on her new therapist apron. The apron was pure white and very tight-fitting. It hugged her petite body like it was painted on her. I could see her nipple, her curves, the parting of her ass chicks, nothing was left to the imagination. It had buttons from the collar to the hem. And it was the shortest apron I have ever seen. It stopped just below her ass, and her legs were on full display. Her thighs and calves looked well toned, a lifetime of doing housework, I guess. Her toes were painted bright red. She looked so hot in it.
I felt a strange sensation in my pants, I could feel my cock getting stiff, and I tried to hide it.
"How does it look? " She asked me.
I could not answer, I just nodded like an idiot.
She started massaging her clients at home, she usually scheduled her clients when I was out delivering food. I had to teach her how to use her phone calendar to send appointment details to her clients. She had a regular stream of clients, but I never saw any of them. I usually returned home around five PM and she scheduled all her sessions before that, but one day I blew my bicycle tire and decided to return home early.
I had a bad feeling as I entered our home. The house was dark. I knew mom had a booking today. I heard sounds coming from the parlor. The sound of someone getting fucked. I listened closely, and I could hear the moans of pleasure, the sounds of a man grunting and panting as if his life depended on it. I walked quietly to the parlor and peeked through the curtains. There was a heavy-set man on the table with my mom straddling him, her hands were on his shoulders, her knees on either side of his hips.
My heart was beating fast, I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. I kept watching. My mother kept up a steady pace, her hips moving in a circular motion as she rode this man like a wild animal. The position of the two bodies allowed me to see everything, My mom was too good, and the man could not take it anymore. He grabbed her waist and started thrusting into her wildly, making her milky white ass jiggle so beautifully. After a while, he moaned loudly. Then he exploded inside my mother, and she collapsed onto his chest, cooing with satisfaction.
I felt my orgasm building inside me and I almost shot my load right there, but I knew I have to get away before she sat up.
After a while, she got up and kissed him on the lips, "That was so wonderful," she said.
"You can come again anytime you want."
I knew it was high time to leave, so I quietly sneaked out and closed the door behind me.
I did not know what to think. It was the first time I saw my mother having sex, though she never talked about her work. I had no idea that she worked as a whore. I thought about the man who was fucking her and wondered what he paid for the privilege. Not only that, but I found myself thinking about my mother and how hot she looked in that white apron.
I had to calm down, so I went to a nearby bike repair shop to get my bike fixed. It was run by a guy called jimmy. I was friendly with him, so I always got my bike fixed there.
"Hey man, want to smoke some with me?" Jimmy asked when he saw me.
"No, man. I got deliveries to finish. "I lied.
"You need to learn to enjoy life, man," Jimmy said, lighting up his weed.
I mumbled a reply and got my bike fixed, then I wandered around the town for a couple of hours. When I returned home, mom was in the bathroom. I could hear the shower running.
"Mom, I am home."
