My mom whores me out

Chapter 1

Before I start my tale I should tell you a little about myself. First off I’m a slacker, I know it and don’t deny it. I’m 22 years old, I take some night classes at the community college, but mostly I just hang around the house, play video games, listen to music or watch TV. My dad died when I was 16 so it’s just been my mom and me living alone. She owns her own little clothing boutique store so money has never really been a problem, and so I never really had motivation to get a job.

One day all that ended. At dinner one night mom told me I had to get a job. She said she was tired of having me just sit around the house and not contribute anything. My options where to get a real job or start working at the boutique; after a month of ignoring my mom’s threats she finally said that if I didn’t show up to the boutique Monday mourning for work she would kick me out of the house, and cut me off. This did get my attention. And I agreed to work for her.

The work wasn’t too bad I had worked there before when I was thirteen and fourteen. Mom usually kept me busy stocking selves and taking inventory. I did notice after a while though that my mom’s friends would stare at me while I set up displays or cleaned the store. At the end of just another workday my mom told me to help bring a box out to her friend Veronica’s car. I carried the box to the car like she asked me to. When we got to the car though Veronica asked me if I could come back with her and help bring the box into her house.

I hesitated but figured my mother did tell me to help her friend, she didn’t say I had to stop when we got to her car. I figured she could clean the store without me and agreed to help her out. Veronica and my mom had been friends for a few years and I had been to her place a couple times before. I helped her bring the box up the stairs to her bedroom. I was about to leave when she said, “You know Kyle I just got some clothing from your mom’s store and I could use a man’s opinion on them. Do you mind staying a bit longer and tell me what you think?”
“Sure no problem.”

She took the box to her bathroom and I sat in a chair by the bed. She came out in a dress, then a business suit, and a few pairs of pants. They all seemed fine on her and I told her that. It was her last outfit that made the biggest impression on me though. She walked out in a matching pair of red lacy bra and thong panties. She stood and posed like normal but this time I could not speak. Before she was just a woman my mom had around the house and often at the shop, but now she was a sexual dynamo. My eyes traveled over her long shapely legs, somewhat pudgy but nice stomach and large B breasts. It was also like seeing her face for the first time, before she had the face of an average woman, now her face was radiating lust and beauty. She had a nice tan on her, with no signs of tan lines that got me thinking she likes to be out in the nude. She is almost six feet tall, and mostly because of her long legs. I couldn’t help looking them over, and staring into her olive green eyes framed by fiery red hair.

“What do you think?”
“Well…I…um…I…you…its…”
“Do you think it makes my ass look big?”

She turned around to show me her ass. The string to her thong was so thin I forgot she was wearing panties. Her ass was on the big side but it somehow only added to her sexiness.

“Not at all. You look incredible”
“Thanks. I’m glad you think so.”
“It’s hard not to think so.”
“I can see it’s hard.”

I look down and realize I have a raging hard on pushing against my pants. I crossed my legs and tried to hide t from her. “Sorry about that-“

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I find it a compliment, a young hansom stud like you getting excited just from the site of me in my underwear. I wonder what would happen if you saw me completely nude.”

I looked at her to see if she was kidding but she was already reaching behind and undoing her bra.