I'm eighteen going on nineteen, a virgin, and I'm in bed with my mom in our small studio apartment.
We finally left the whorehouse that was where I grew up and where we used to live and mom used to ply her trade.
We are both naked except for our platform high heels.
It is hard for me to take it all in, is it hard for you?
I hope so.
Both of us are short and so four-inch platforms and six-inch heels were always our preferred choice. These pairs were backless mule style, mine were red, and hers were lavender.
She's actually my adoptive mom, my biological mother died in my childbirth. We were all of mixed Asian race and so we have long black hair, hairs comes down almost to her butt, my to the midpoint of my back. We both have slender bodies, though large hips for our frame. I have brown eyes, she has deep green.
We are both drunk, having split a bottle of wine; we didn't get to drink at the Ranch where we finally left. So we were not used to drinking.
I think that explains our behavior.
Perhaps...or we're just both naughty...and naked...doing naughty things.
We have that in common.
She has small perky breasts whose nipples are erect and aroused; my nipples are too, though I am flat chested, since I am actually an eighteen-year-old boy.
We are both working on our third climax-slash-orgasm.
We have been playing a masturbation game/dare that mom thought up.
I had bragged that I could cum multiple times and so she said, "Well then see if you can keep up."
"I will," I said cockily.
"Okay big boy, let's see if you can."
"If I do then what?"
"If you don't," she said with a sexy smirk, "I will spank you."
"And if I do? What's my prize?"
"Well, I'll ahhhh...hmmm...I will lick the cum off of you, how is that?"
"That sounds like fun!"
"Now, before you go and start pumping that small adorable penis of yours..."
Now, I should tell you that I have a tiny one and small balls, always have. It is about maybe an inch big when it's just hanging in neutral. When I get fully erect, it is a slender wand of about four inches. Hey, you work with what you got.
As she was saying...
"a few more rules. One, you have to last as long as I do. You lose if you cum before I do. That's when I get to spank you. If you can't cum within five minutes of my orgasm then the game is over. If you succeed in cumming within the five minutes after then I get to spank you but you get to try for another round. "
"What if you can't cum anymore?"
"Not likely buster, I'm a pro at this," She says with a swaggering slur.
"So each time I match you then you will lick up my cum load, wiping my Willie with your tongue is that my reward?"
"Yes."
I have a sore butt and I imagine mom has a sore
hand as well. I lost round one.
I did win the next two rounds...of God she has a great tongue! Seeing and feeling her warm soft yet firm tongue lick up my goo off of my bare skin was enough to almost have me cum all over again right then and there!
It was no wonder that I am still all aroused and able to work on my fourth climax of this masturbation game. I God it is so fucking hot watching her hands work her wet pink clit into a body shaking when moaning orgasm. The bed underneath her is a growing stain from her sex juices. We are both flushed and on fire from our repeated masturbating. Our chests rise and fall at a quick pace as we once again work ourselves toward our goal.
I wonder if you can damage your hands with this kind of repetitive motion?
Then we hear and feel a vibe of her phone.
"Ignore it...please..." I moan between strokes of my throbbing prick.
"I can't it could be a client. I had you lean my number in an emergency. We need to check it out, now be quiet as I answer the call."
"Oh Hell."
Mom takes a composing breath and answers the call trying to sound like it is perfectly normal to answer a client's call at eleven thirty on a Friday night.
"Yes, we were serious. Yes, we can take a job on short notice. Yes, we can be there within the hour. Big fraternity, big party to clean up after. Full price, yes it means we work naked. Showers? Oh...yes...I am familiar with the euphemism. That will cost extra. That many at the Fraternity, still expectable at that rate. Yes, it is okay to do that while we work...Yes, of course you will need to deposit that somewhere and yes doing it there means a minimum of mess for us to clean up afterwards...well just take it with us. No, we definitely don't give out free samples, nor do we offer party favors. No, not offering a hands on service, nor a lip service.
This is strictly eye candy and cleaning. Cash, yes that is best. Yes, that amount is correct. Good that will give us time to get there and you time to get the cash. You're on a cul-de-sac, no prying neighbors. We can just pull up and leave our clothes in the car. Cash to start. Text the address. See you shortly."
"We have our first gig?" I ask all excited as I bounce up and down on the bed, causing my still erect penis to wiggle in the wind.
"Yes we do. A Fraternity house, eighteen young men live there. We need to clean up tonight's party. A few added wrinkles but not unexpected given the line of work we are in, I'm used to it and you're a working girl now as well."
"Whatever you say mom."
"Now," Mom says with a evil grin and wink as she reaches out and taps the tip of my head with her index finger, "We have barely enough time to finish our last round, then quickly into uniforms, stop and pick up a few towels or blankets at the local all-night drugstore, if my memory is correct and think I spotted them on the shelf earlier today when we were in the store."
"Towels?"
"Don't worry about it. We might be a bit of a mess when we leave and so don't want to stain the seats of the car. Just a precaution and the fact of doing business."
"Okay mom, you're the boss."
We get dolled up, applying makeup and lipstick. We go for the scarlet lips, fingernails, and toe nails. We put on matching gold hoop earrings and we go for matching red platform high heels. Then put on our denim short shorts and a red tank top and we are out the door. It is exciting to be out in public dressed as a girl showing off my pretty shapely ass in these shorts. It is too bad no one is around to admire me at this hour of the night.
Mom explained that they have all the cleaning supplies on site, no need to bring anything.
We pick up the towels, drive off to the Fraternity House, and find it easily. We drive up as the last of the party goers are leaving. It is a cul-de-sac and so we park our vehicle and see that the house is relatively isolated, great for parties since there are no nearby neighbors to complain about the ruckus.
"Our employer said we can leave our clothes in the car, they'll be safe," Mom says as she gets out of the car and begins to take off her tank top.
"Got it."
We toss what little clothes we were wearing in the back seat and then strut our bare asses as we do the catwalk in our red platform heels toward the house. It is more like a large two story small-scale mansion. It could easily house two dozen Frat boys. As we approach the front of the house, we are greeted by a dozen wolf whistles as the Frat boys have been waiting for us, all of them sipping and/or guzzling beers. They are a mixed bunch of white, Asian and black young men, just wearing boxer shorts. One is wearing a short black silk kimono and he approaches with bulging pockets.
"You're early and dressed as you promised, this is looking good," the young blonde Alpha male looking guy says, who I gather is the head of the house and our employer. "Turn around and let me get a good look at you two."
We do the runway spin and he admires our naked bodies. "Well, I got the cash and you ladies certainly got the ass."
"Hand it over big boy," Mom says.
"Certainly, come and take it out of my pockets."
Mom sashays up to him swing her hips and rubbing her body up against his. "So what do you have for me? Let me see what this bugle is about." She reaches in to his pockets and takes out the cash.
"Need to count it?"
"Sure show me what you got," mom says teasing him.
He begins to lay out the money on my mom's open hands and they count it. Hmmm...it seems like a lot more than I would have expected...almost doubled...no tripled what our rates are. What's going on?
"Satisfied with what you see?" Our employer asks.
"Oh yes. It is nice and tall and thick, just like
I like them," mom teases as she walks back to the car all the time under his steady lust filled gaze. She stores the cash and the returns. "Shall we get to work?"
As we get closer to the house, we can here all the catcalls of the young Toms in heat.
"Damn they are hot."
"Now that's a Mother-I'ld-Like-To-Fuck!"
"I'll say!"
"The jail bate with her is not bad either."
"The fag is a nice piece of ass."
"It would be sweet to go to town with those two."
"I bet they could give us all a sweet ride."
"Juicy little asses."
"Sweet and sour Asian ass."
"I hear their just for show."
"Damn!"
I try to ignore them as we get inside the large main room, which is a disaster from the party. As I survey the extent of the disorder, the Head of the House shows us both where things are and the extent of our clean up obligations.
"All tease and no putting out."
"Not even a nibble?"
"Nope."
"Fuck."
"Hope about a quick suck?"
"Nada."
"Just eye candy and cock tease."
"But we can have some fun with them..."
"Oh yeah... A little Japanese special fun..."
"Can't wait."
"They'll be such a mess."
"Oh Hell yes! I plan on going at least two or three rounds."
"Are you sure we can't fuck those asses?"
