Stepmom's Chore Rewards System

Stepmom's Chore Rewards System

(c) 2024 by SirRender

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Maxine only had one real problem; her stepson Esteban. She had married his widower father, Alejandro, three years ago and at the time she wrote off Esteban's laziness and sloppiness as just a phase which high school boys go through. Now Esteban was twenty, graduated, still living at home and showing no motivation to do anything with his life. His bedroom frequently had both clean and dirty clothes strewn about, with empty energy drink cans on nearly every corner of his desk, dresser and nightstand. Surfaces not occupied by drink cans were littered with bodybuilding and girly magazines -- something which she was initially surprised to see that he left out so brazenly, but his father rather encouraged it by stating there was nothing wrong with admiring beautiful women.

Esteban's one and only self-improvement interest was keeping fit. He worked out with weights and went for runs every day. He kept himself in incredible shape, much more so than his forty-one year old father whom she had married partly for convenience, partly for his romantic nature and partly for his money. Esteban's abs were a firm washboard, his chest, shoulder and arm muscles were well defined without being overly bulky, and his butt was tight, firm and invitingly squeezable. Often when he would go about the house without a shirt or wearing a tight tee shirt or tank top, and especially when he would be wearing only tidy whities after a shower or because his jeans or shorts hadn't been washed, she allowed her gaze to linger a while. When he would wear just his briefs, she also got a good sense of the bulk of his young cock.

If not for his aimlessness and living conditions, Esteban would be quite an exciting boy toy for a mid-thirties woman who was no longer getting as much sex as she'd hoped for after three years with her husband. Alejandro owned a small business and spent much of his time at the office or schmoozing vendors and prospective clients. Even on weekends he spent almost as much time away as at home. He bowled in a league and also got in nine holes of golf at the local country club every Saturday morning, leaving her home alone with her stepson for four to five hours.

It was one weekday afternoon, while her husband was at the office and she was lying spreadeagled and nude across their bed with a wand vibrator humming against her clitoris while her mind wandered over the mental image of her stepson's taut, young body, that Maxine stumbled upon a solution to both of her Esteban issues.

Without allowing herself to climax, she switched off the vibe, threw on some light clothes and went to Esteban's room to make him an offer he surely could not refuse. In brief, she bribed him with her body to start cleaning up after himself and helping around the house. She expected him to start doing three things, and he would be rewarded based on how many of them he completed to her satisfaction.

First, he was to clean the trash out of his bedroom, including any empty food or drink cans, cartons, bags or other containers, and take all of the family's trash to the bin behind their garage every night, as well as take the bin to the curb on trash day every week.

Second, she was tired of picking up his clothes, trying to figure out what was dirty and what was clean -- since they were usually in the same piles -- and so Esteban was to wash, dry and put away (she stressed 'and') his own clothes each week.

If he did only one of these to her satisfaction, then on Saturdays while her husband, his father, was out of the house, she would go topless in the house. She picked up one of his nudie mags and let the centerfold fall open, saying, "You can see these but for real." If he did both chores to her satisfaction, then she would go completely nude except for panties during that time.

She wanted a bit more effort on his part and wanted also to get a little something for herself out of the deal, so she added that he should also wash and dry his father's and her laundry each week as well. He would still only need to put away his own clothes, but wash and dry it all. Maxine did not explain why she didn't want him to put away her clothes, but privately she didn't want him going through her drawers. For one thing, she had a couple of dildos and vibrators stashed which even his father didn't know about, and for another she worried that some of her underthings might possibly start to go missing if she gave him free access to her underwear drawer. No, it was best to keep him out of her drawers altogether.

In reward for doing all three things, and only if he did all three, then during those four to five hours each Saturday, she would allow Esteban to play with her boobs. Still holding up the nudie mag, she said, "Not only could you see them in person, you could also touch them, feel them, lick and suck them. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He had been slouching in his gaming chair throughout the conversation with his knees apart and was wearing running shorts, so with one glance down she was able to verify that he had just pitched the proverbial tent.

He expressed skepticism that she would actually go through with such a thing. As a one time sneak peak of "the good stuff" she pulled up the hem of her top, and as she had not taken the time to put on a bra, exposed her large, heavy bare breasts to him for the first time. They were full and round, the color of fresh cream, capped with slightly puffy dark pink nipples about as big around as American half dollar coins. He stared at them with an open mouth, unblinking, for many seconds until she slowly lowered her top. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. Her golden hair framed her still youthful face, hanging just below her shoulders on the back and sides and with short bangs in front to just above her pecan brown eyes. She met his gaze, his darker brown eyes set into light bronze skin and unobstructed by his short, spiked-up dark brown almost black hair.

Esteban began his chores straight away, proving that with the application of proper motivation almost anything can be achieved. Within minutes of her offer, he cleaned up not only the trash from his room but also his dirty laundry. Carrying the basket to their indoor washing machine, he paused and looked at her. "We have a deal? This is for real?" She gave him a thumbs-up and the kind of wide smile which can set a man's blood on fire.

He had no idea how to run a washing machine, and perhaps too much pride to ask, so after observing him poking at the controls, reading and re-reading the instructions on the detergent box, Maxine graciously stepped in to demonstrate. They were both fully clothed, but to help sell him on the idea of doing this chore properly, she gave him a little thrill by pressing herself against his back and looking over his shoulder, speaking in husky low tones and guiding his hands through the motions. He felt the intense heat of her body pressed against his back. It was difficult to concentrate with her large tits, unrestrained under her shirt, squishing against him, but he wished to ensure he would get to experience it much more, so he focused on her instruction as well as he was able to do.

By Saturday morning of that week Esteban had put his dirty clothes into the laundry hamper each night, washed his own clothes, put them away in his closet and dresser drawers, washed, dried and put away a load of bathroom linens, and dutifully taken out the trash after dinner every night. Yeah, it might have only been four days rather than a full week, but she couldn't hold him to blame for the fact she had only presented the plan mid-week. Rather than risk derailing his momentum by requiring this to go on for a full seven more days before rewarding him, Maxine swallowed her pride as well as a lump of anxiety in her throat and stripped down to nothing but her red silk bikini panties in front of him once her husband was on his way to the bowling alley.

As the last of her clothes dropped to the carpet, Esteban had the audacity to comment that dirty clothes belong in the hamper. The situation was so preposterous -- a thirty-six year old woman stripping for her twenty year old stepson as a bribe to do his chores -- and his comment so unexpected and dryly delivered, that she could not help but bust out laughing. Just like that, the tension was lifted.

She did tell him that since he'd only done his and one other load of laundry that week, he should go ahead and put in one more load of his father's and her clothes, then return to her bedroom for his full reward.

One might imagine that a person can only spend so many consecutive minutes caressing and squeezing, kissing, licking and suckling on a pair of breasts. Keep in mind that Esteban was barely more than a teenager and, at least as far as Maxine knew, hers were the first breasts he had laid his hands upon. She sat cross-legged in the center of her bed and he knelt on the sheets before her and leaned in with both hands outstretched.

He was surprisingly tender in cupping and lightly caressing the swell of her full and round mounds, almost imperceptibly grazing their complete surface area with his fingertips before cupping his palms under them to feel their weight. With his thumbs he gently nudged her hardening nipples up, down, left and right as if entering his name on the high scores list for a video game -- something with which he was well familiar.

For quite a while he kept looking over his shoulder as if expecting his father to enter and toss him out. He just knew that there had to be a catch; there was no way this was really happening.

After twenty or thirty minutes of just feeling them all over, he pressed his right cheek against the supple flesh of her right breast, then rolled his face around the warm globe until his face sank into her cleavage. Now with a breast on each side of his face, he squished her boobs, gently, together until their flesh blocked his field of view. He flicked out his tongue and licked her chest right down the middle. Maxine hadn't anticipated that and the sudden wetness caused her to jump a little.

He rolled back and sat on his heels. "Was that wrong?" he exclaimed. "Did I offend you?"

"No no," she assured, "just surprised me is all." She secretly approved of his boldness, it would make this whole experiment quite enjoyable. His lack of experience and his demonstrated concern for her comfort promised great results. She reached out with one hand to grip the back of his head and brought his face back into her cleavage, where he immediately began to turn from side to side kissing first one one breast then the other, reaching up with both of his hands to resume caressing them.

Several minutes later, he retracted his head from between her massive breasts and, glancing over his shoulder for the sixth or seventh time to convince himself that his father was not around, homed in on her left nipple, circled his lips around it and began to suck. She placed a hand on the back of his head again to keep him there and huskily advised him he could also still use his tongue. He began to simultaneously lick across her nipple while sucking on it. This activity alone lasted a good twelve to fifteen minutes before he grew tired of teasing her left nipple and moved to the right one.

In a bit of a lustful fog of her own, Maxine moved a hand between Esteban's thighs and squeezed his penis through his pants to feel how hard he was. Almost on contact he tensed up, grunted then groaned and fell away. She looked on in confusion as he tumbled over backward, got up, grabbed his crotch with both hands and hurried from the room. Then she realized what had happened and that he would soon be sheepishly washing another small load of his laundry. She felt a certain amount of pride knowing that she could make a hot young stud cum without even getting his dick out of his pants.

Esteban avoided contact with her for a while after that. She slipped on a bathrobe, though only loosely tied, and went to see him after about an hour. She apologized for making him cream in his pants, said it was quite a normal thing for young guys to do, and promised to go more slowly in the future to help him build up stamina. Then to demonstrate that their deal was still on (she for sure did not want to have gone through that only to go back to cleaning his room for him), she sat sideways on his lap and guided his hand up inside her robe to her breast and let him rub and squeeze until they heard his dad's car entering the garage around an hour later.

Esteban kept his end of the bargain throughout the following week, and again the week after. On both Saturdays, once his father was out of the house, Maxine did a little striptease for her stepson and then either guided him to her bed or to the family room sofa to do whatever he wanted with her breasts, as long as both of their underpants stayed on. He grew bolder each time and was able to better control himself, although he still couldn't last more than an hour and a half before needing to go off and privately relieve himself. He would then come back after a while for more boob play.

On their fourth Saturday together, Maxine suggested that he lie across the sofa with his head on her lap while suckling her breasts as if she was breastfeeding him. He gave solid attention to each breast in turn, kneading and squeezing while suckling her nipples which became very stiff very quickly. She cooed and whispered encouragement to him, lightly running fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

One of Maxine's gal pals called her cell phone a while later and Maxine told Esteban to keep going while she took the call. She talked with her friend for quite a while with Esteban finding the whole conversation to be meandering and pointless, but he wasn't about to complain when his mouth was full of tit. Maxine herself didn't notice, until her gal pal mentioned it, that she was breathing hard and quietly whimpering. She told her friend it was nothing, probably just a bad connection like when you're on the phone and a word sort of digitally stretches on for a couple seconds then goes back to normal.

She had a much harder time denying when Esteban very gently but deliberately sucked her thick, stiff nipple in between his slightly parted front teeth, applying only enough pressure to make her feel it but to not cause any discomfort, gave the nipple a playful tug and then began a slow side-to-side scissoring motion with his jaw to rake his teeth in opposing directions over the nipple, like using one's mouth to turn a dial. Maxine lost her composure and jumped nearly out of her skin. Not only had he completely surprised her but the sensation of the hard sharpness of his teeth every so lightly sliding over her already sensitized nub was electric. She dropped the phone, stood up, which rolled him over and dumped him onto the floor with a thud and an "oof", and landed back down hard onto the couch. She bent forward, her heavy tits hanging over Esteban's somewhat dazed face, to retrieve her phone. Her friend was panicked, asking if she was alright. Maxine told a fib about having been startled by a large spider and that everything was fine now.

Two further weeks passed and their Saturday play lasted longer and longer. That is to say that Esteban lasted longer and longer before either cumming in his shorts or needing to hurry to his room to jack off into a wad of tissues. Maxine, also riled up by their foreplay with no intention of sex, would take that time to go to her bedroom, shut the door, dig out one or more of her vibrators or dildos and get herself off as well.

Maxine also made it a point each weekend to get on a call with her gal pal, who Esteban came to know second-hand as Rose, and Maxine made less and less effort to hide her lust while he groped and suckled her.

The week immediately following that first pretend breastfeeding, she had him do the same, but the week after that she just wanted him to spoon her and reach around to grope her breasts while she talked on the phone with Rose. He took it just a bit farther, as he was proving wont to do, and kissed and nibbled her neck and earlobes. She had always had a thing for having her earlobes kissed, though there was no way he could have known, and it made her quite a bit more horny while he was doing it. She realized they were just one step away -- just one tiny slip of fabric over her crotch away -- from him reaching down and finger-banging her. While that was not part of their deal, if he had done so at that moment while she was making up on the fly lies to explain away the lustful sounds which her friend could hear through the phone, she would not have stopped him.

After they finished their play that morning, she was in such a state that she rushed to her room, locked herself in the bathroom and used two finger bullet vibrators on her clit to bring herself to a gushing orgasm into the toilet. She was not normally a squirter, but week after week of this depraved and taboo game with her stepson was having an effect on her libido. She didn't even try to mask her long, loud guttural cry of relief which echoed through the house while her husband was parking his car in the attached garage. She panted and gasped and dripped for a good long while, and when Alejandro knocked on the master bathroom door to check if she was alright she fibbed and said that she felt just a little sick to her stomach but had already taken something to settle it and was beginning to feel better. At least that bit was true, she was feeling much better!

Esteban had taken to his three chores with gusto, given the circumstances of the non-monetary allowance he was receiving. Maxine reasoned that she could now convince him to do even more, and specifically to take some load off of those things which her husband expected her to do around the house.

For washing her car, he would get to eat her out. For the first time ever she pulled her tiny silk panties aside and showed him her little patch of golden blonde curly pussy hair and asked, "Wouldn't you just love to shove your tongue in there? To taste me while I squirm on your face?"

She also offered that if he would dust and vacuum or sweep all rooms of the house once a week, she would give him a hand job on Saturday.

And so again, just like that, Esteban took on more responsibilities around the house. For a couple of weeks he washed her car on Saturday morning then came in to find her sitting or lying in wait with her legs spread wide for him to go down on her. She talked him through finding all the right spots to kiss, lick and suck, finding the proper pace -- and the need to change the pace with the rhythm of her squirming and breathing and to not stop licking her clitoris no matter how tired his tongue and jaw might be once she got close to cumming -- and found him to be an attentive and enthusiastic learner. After just a few weeks he was bringing her to intense orgasms. But he realized that he could get to the same place with less effort by taking her car to the local drive through car wash, paying the fee, then returning home for the sweet, sweet nectar of her womanhood. This went on for several weeks, through the end of spring and into summer, and on a couple of those Saturdays Maxine had him licking her pussy while she talked on the phone with her gal pal Rose and continued challenging herself to explain away the noises her friend heard through the phone.