My Mother’s Boss Pt. 1

Like all 18 year seniors, I was living fast and chasing ass. My life had been a strong line between what my mind thought I should do and what my dick wanted me to do. That’s why I am over at the house of the sluttiest girl in school. She sucks on my dick like it’s a Tootsie Pop and she’s desperate to get to that gooey center.

Candice is definitely good to look at with a pair of tits like two soft melons and an ass like a peach. And she was a pro at sucking dick. She gobbled my cock down, deepthroating it like a pornstar. I just let her work her magic. She was so close to getting me off. I could just feel my balls ready to shoot out that nice white cum I plan on painting all over her face.

As soon as I know it’s about to happen, I grab onto the sluts hair and pull my dick out from those lips of hers. The tension is too much as my dick starts to pulse. Suddenly an explosion of cum splatters across her pretty face. Rope after rope coats her caked up face with my sticky jizz. Just the sight of my cum all smeared over her slutty face makes me want to go another round. But at last, I’ve got to get going. I don’t want to stick around for any kind of conversation or cuddle session. I’ve got no time for that. Slut would be lucky for a goodbye slap on the ass.

God, life is so good being the starting quarterback of the team that took the State Title last year. I get any bitch I want. Everyone loves me and I get to do whatever the hell I want. Driving back to my house in my 1969 Camaro, life is fucking great.

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After I get home, I find my mother inside still dressed in her tight business suit. She must have just got home from work. There is no doubt about it, my mother is a workhorse. But I guess she loves what she does, being the personal assistant to one of the wealthiest real estate moguls ever. I can’t understand why anyone would like being some rich mogul’s bitch. Literally, that should be her job title. All she does is answer the whims and wishes of the woman who practically owns her. She runs her life.

But, if I am being honest, the wealthy woman is nice to the eyes. She’s got that kind of ass that only gets better with age. But she’s not all that old either. Probably in her mid-30s if I had to guess.

“Hey, honey!” my mother says as she hangs up the phone. “I didn’t see you come in.’

She lands a kiss on my cheek, giving a clear shot of her cleavage. Even though it’s so fucking gross, I can’t help but peek. Fuck! Why can’t I take my eyes off my mother’s tits? What the hell is wrong with me?

“I’ve got some great news, baby!” she says, sounding so chipper. “My boss is looking for a new pool boy, she asked me about you. I told her you’d be happy to help her out. She’s so excited to have you start.”

“Mom! Why would you do that?” I ask.

“Because baby. You need a job.”

“But… I’ve got… school!” I wine.

“Baby, from now on you’re going to have to pay for your gas and your phone bill. It’s time to start taking responsibility for your finances.”

“Yeah… but what about school?” I ask

“Honey, I had a job throughout high school and I also played sports,” she says, crossing her arms, pressing those pillowy breasts together. “I want you to at least hear her out. Besides, you only have a couple of months left.’

“Fine… I suppose.”

“Thank you. She said she’d meet with you after school tomorrow.’

At School The Next Day

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School the next day went by rather slowly. After nearly dying of boredom in my math class and barely surviving the wrath of my English teacher for not having my English paper done, I finally made it to lunch. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the typical dumb jock. Math isn’t hard. Neither is writing a report. I just don’t give a fuck anymore.

School is just part of a system that teaches you how to be the perfect employee. It turns you into a slave of the system. A person who spends all their time working for money only to give that money to the bill and debt collectors. No thanks. As much as I love playing sports, I have no intentions of going to college.

On my way to lunch, I spot a few of my teammates already sitting at our table.

After I grab a tray piled high with a mountain of food, I join them.

“Carter! About time you got here,” Deshaun, my best friend says. “How was Candice’s last night?”

“Just as good as you can imagine it was. I came all over her face,” I laugh. Josh nearly snorts out his milk.

“She’s a total slut,” Deshaun says.

“Why do you think I went over there? I didn’t go over there to chill,” I point out.

“Fo sho,” he says, just as Stacy walks by, that ass of hers swaying with every step as she flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder.