Hairy Mommy's Servant

My whole body tensed as I heard my dad bounding down the stairs. He entered the kitchen in a hurry, not bothering to sit down at the table, just standing in his suit and tie and grabbing a piece of crispy bacon off his plate and shoving it into his mouth. He chased it with a full swig of piping hot coffee with one packet of raw sugar, just the way he liked it. Without bothering to mutter so much as a thank you, which I was completely used to, even though I had his breakfast on the table every morning of the work week without fail by the time he was off to work. I stood at the sink in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants cleaning the pans I had used to cook his bacon and eggs.

Mom sat at the table eating her yogurt and fruit cup that I had also dutifully prepared for her, the natural sunlight of the morning streaming in from the large bay windows and bouncing off her flawless, pale shoulders bared but for the thin straps of her sundress. Her dark brown hair cascaded in curls down her back, swaying slightly as she ate her fruit and yogurt. She smiled lovingly at my father, her husband of 22 years, who still hadn't bothered to sit down but was almost done wolfing down his plate of food.

"So you gonna finally get a job, today, or what?" he mumbled through a mouthful of eggs and bacon.

I barely grunted in return, continuing my work, setting the cleaned pans in the drying rack and moving to the counter and stove where I took care in wiping them down of any grease or crumbs.

As he gathered his briefcase, cellphone and keys, leaving his plate and mug in a heap on the table, he continued in his usual gruff tone, "I'm serious, son, it's about time you got off your ass and got to work."

At this point mom had stood and glided over to where I was still cleaning. Standing a few inches taller than me and half a foot taller than my father, she easily slipped her arms around my neck from behind and pulled me back into her. "Oh but he has a job! He's Mommy's little helper!" she exclaimed.

"Cleaning the house and cooking you meals is NOT a job, Carrie!" But dad was talking to deaf ears at this point. All I could sense was my mother's presence. In her thin sundress I could feel her ample bosom pressing into my back, I could feel her warm breath against my ear, and I had to stifle a groan as the thick hair of her armpit tickled against the side of my neck. Mom never shaved, anywhere, a fact that my father couldn't stand and had always infatuated me. It wasn"t like Dad was disgusted by her, he cherished my mother in his own way, but snide remarks and requests for her to shave were a daily occurrence. But while other women were obsessed with shaving, waxing or lasering off any trace of hair, mom relished and delighted in her natural form. Her armpits and forearms sprouted thick, dark brown hairs that matched her head, and I had cherished every glance I got for as long as I could remember.

My father grumbled something I didn't comprehend, but mom left my back and went to him. I didn't dare turn around now, lest he see the raging tent in the front of my sweatpants from just a simple hug from my incredibly sexy mother. I vaguely heard them say goodbye and quickly kiss, and I was just finishing up the last of my after-breakfast cleaning duties when I heard the door to the garage shut behind him. I finally looked up to see mom turning the lock on the door and leaning against it, catching my eyes in hers with an intense gaze.

"And why is Mommy's little helper in so many clothes?" she asked in a stern voice, her right hand on her hip. Mom's body was absolutely stunning. In her white and yellow sundress that hugged her lithe body, double d tits and bubbly hips, I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I could still hear dad's car idling in the garage as I stripped off my T-shirt to reveal the purple, satin nightie underneath my "normal" clothes. The black, lace trim along the neckline scratched lightly at my muscular chest and back as I moved to peel down my sweatpants, revealing that same black trim along the bottom that rested on my visibly hard cock that stretched a matching pair of purple panties, revealing my swollen, hairy balls.

"That's better," Mom smiled and walked over towards me, my cock lurching, as if trying to get even closer to her as she strode through the kitchen. Stopping next to me, I basked in her scent, both sweet and sweaty, letting out a low moan. Mom ran a finger along the kitchen counter and inspected it, then studied the dishes drying on the rack, the spotless stovetop and the doors and handles on all the cabinets I had accessed while cooking her and her husband's breakfast.

"Good job, sweetie," she cooed, running her finger under my cleanshaven chin, gently lifting my head to look up into her dazzling, brown eyes. "Now open up for your reward."

I lowered my jaw and stuck out my tongue, hungrily awaiting as she gathered a glob of spit between her lips and slowly let it drip from her mouth, controlling the flow so that it hovered in the air for a second before dropping onto my tongue. For a glorious few seconds, Mom's heavenly saliva remained connected as she fed me more in a line from her lips to pool in my mouth. When she finally closed her lips and broke the connection, I swirled it around in my mouth, relishing in her taste.

"Mmmmm, swallow it down like a good boy, sweetie." Mom ordered in a stern but loving voice. Closing my eyes, I gulped down every drop and groaned as I felt it slide down into my stomach. I opened my eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of Mom's hairy legs scampering out of the kitchen. I could feel the wetness of precum sticking to the tip of my cock in my little lace panties, and even though my cock was begging to be stroked and milked, Mom was gone, and without her express permission I wouldn't dare touch it.

I set about the rest of my daily duties, dusting and cleaning in the living room and study, still in my purple nightie and panties. My father was a lawyer for a big law firm in the nearby metropolitan area, so our house in the suburbs was no small shack, and it took me almost two hours to finish my daily chores. The door to my Mother's room upstairs was closed during that time, though I could hear her moaning when I picked up the laundry pile she had left for me before retreating into her room.

The pile outside her room was normal laundry, sun dresses, T-shirts, bras and panties standard for any middle aged woman. I put them in the laundry machine in our two car garage and set it to wash, then went to grab her "other" laundry. Hidden in the back of the closet in my room, where Dad wouldn't dream to look, was a duffle bag of the sluttiest, skimpiest lingerie and costumes, complete with crotchless panties, string bikinis, shirts she had cut with extreme precision to stop just under her nipples and some studded leather gear for when she wanted to go full domme. Of course, none of this could go in the washing machine, so I took the duffle bag into the bathroom and set about hand washing what I could in the sink. While some were still relatively clean, a few of what I knew were her favorite panties absolutely reeked of her juices, eliciting a gob of precum in my own panties as I held them in my hands.

The leather pieces and some of the other more delicate outfits couldn't even be washed in the sink, and so I took those and wiped them down as best I could. At the bottom of the duffle bag was a variety of dildos, vibrators, and anal beads and plugs. I washed them all in the sink as well and laid them on a towel to dry.

At this point it was 11 o'clock, and I knew Mom would be ready for her lunch soon. Back in the kitchen, I was placing some freshly grilled chicken onto a bed of lettuce when Mom walked back into the kitchen, now in a pair of tight, cut off jean shorts and a tank top stretched tight across her large tits. Her cleavage, shoulders and arms glistened with oil, and her shirt showed dark spots where the oil from her chest was starting to soak through it. While she was wiping herself with a towel, the oil still hung to her skin giving her a savory scent that accented the aroma of pussy juice that permeated her entire body. Her eyes lit up at the salad on the table as I poured her an iced lemonade to go with it.

"Perfect, sweetie!" she exclaimed as she sat down before her meal, instantly digging in with her fork.

"Busy morning, Mommy?" I asked.

"Couple of Private Shows, a Group Cock Rating and a DP Gold Show to end the day," she managed to get out as she guzzled half of the lemonade in one gulp. I dutifully refilled it for her as she continued her attack on the grilled chicken salad.

I grabbed the oily towel from where she placed it and hurried to the master bedroom upstairs. When I walked into Mom's bedroom, the air was so dank with the smell of pussy it hit my nostrils like a brick wall. The comforter and topsheet were on the floor next to the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet and pillows. The fitted sheet had a large wet spot in the middle of it and the pillows were in complete disarray. More sexy outfits, dildos and vibrators were strewn around the floor and bed, and I smiled at the sight of her strap-on dildo fitted into its harness and hanging on one bedpost. A large bottle of body oil sat half full on the nightstand next to the bed.

On a tripod in the front of the room was a webcam pointed at the bed, with a cord attached to a laptop on a TV tray next to it. The webcam was turned off, but the laptop was still open to her Cam Site, showing her activity for the day. It was as she had said, listing her time online, what shows she did and how much money she had made.

Passing through the wreckage, I entered the master bathroom. An open shower, large tub and dual sinks were evidence my parents had spared no expense when they remodeled it last year. While Dad's sink was mostly neat with his toothbrush, beard trimmer and deodorant, Mom's was a mess of makeup, hair products and appliances. I turned the hot water on to begin filling the tub, adding a cap full of bubble bath formula to it, then set about cleaning up her sink until it was organized and spotless.

As I finished cleaning the bathroom, Mom appeared in the doorway, her hands on the doorframe. She was now naked, and I audibly gasped at her beauty. Her skin still glistening with oil, with her arms up I could see every hair of her glorious, dark pits. The hair on her legs, too, stood an oak brown contrast to her pale skin, and traveled up her shins. Above her knees it began on her inner thighs and collided with her wildly furry bush, a bush that didn't stop at her pubes, but traveled in a line up her smooth stomach to tickle at her belly button. That was my favorite part of all of Mom's body, though just a touch from her toe could, at times, have me ready to cum in my pants. But that whispy Happy Trail that teased its way up from the top of her bush had me weak in the knees whenever I caught a glance at it. And those times when she deigned to allow me to taste it, especially when there was an extra present matted into those heavenly hairs, I usually couldn't stop myself from emptying my own load into whichever lacy panties she had me wearing at the time.

Mom glided into the bathroom like a winged fairy, at least that's how it always seemed to me as I took in her naked beauty. Without so much as a glance at me and my instantly hard cock bursting from behind my tiny purple panties, Mom climbed into the bubble bath and sank into the steaming water with a satisfied "Aaaaahhh." I backed out of the bathroom, eager to be of service, should she ask, but knowing I had other duties to attend to while she bathed her deliciously hairy body.

Once back in the master bedroom she shared with my unwitting and unappreciative father, I sat about gathering the many toys and outfits Mom had used during her morning cam session. The panties and outfits were soaked with both oil and Mom's juices, and my cock twitched as I gathered them into my hands, softly moaning to myself as I touched the damp, musky cloth where Mother's hairy pussy had just been. I took the gathered lingerie and sexy outfits and brought them to my room and stored them in the duffel bag lying on my bed, after which I returned to Mom's bedroom and gathered the assortment of dildos, anal beads and vibrators scattered around the floor. When I got to what I knew was her favorite rubber dildo, a thick, black, rubber cock with veins and a bulbous head longer than my forearm, I could see the streaks of her dried juices coating the length of it. With a glance toward the bathroom to ensure she was still in her bath, I couldn't help myself and licked from the rubber ball sack at the suction cupped base all the way to the tip. My eyes closed as I could taste my Mother's cum melting against the flat of my tongue.

But just as I stretched my lips over the head of the dildo and began to swirl my tongue around to gather up more of her divine juices, my head was yanked back by a hand that gripped my hair with a strength and firmness that made me whimper. Mother was standing over me, a towel wrapped around her naked form. The anger in her eyes burned fierce as she ripped the dildo from me with her other hand.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, worm?" she asked me, dragging me towards the wall by my hair.

"I'm sorry, Mommy..." I pleaded as she shoved my body against the wall of her bedroom. My mouth was shocked to silence as the massive black dildo in her other hand slapped hard against my face.

"Did I say you could taste me?" she commanded, followed by another slap of the dildo.

I submissively shook my head. "No, Mommy." slap.

"What were you supposed to be doing?"

"Cleaning up." slap.

"And have you finished cleaning up?"

"No." slap.

Then Mom dragged the dildo against my face, teasing the corner of my mouth with its girth. "So you wanna taste Mommy's juices, do you?" She gave the hair at the back of my head another tug, forcing my face to turn up towards the ceiling and my mouth to hang open. She hovered the tip of her black dildo centimeters from my tongue as I strained to lick it.

"Yes please, Mommy," I pleaded.

"Good," she smiled, dropping the dildo to the floor and forcing me down on my knees by my hair. She unfurled her towel and stood over me in her hairy, naked glory. I glanced up at her furious bush, still damp from her bath. Her fingers slithered down her stomach, tickling their way through her happy trail and wandering into the curls of her dark pubes. A glob of saliva dripped from my mouth and landed on my rock hard cock clearly visible within my purple, satin panties. I leaned slightly forward, towards her hairy cunt as she spread her pubes and outer lips to reveal the pink, moist canal of her heavenly pussy..

But just as I thought Mother might allow me a taste of her juices, she laughed and turned away, confidently striding into her walk-in closet.

"Then finish cleaning up in here and get changed," she called from within her wardrobe, "Derek's coming over soon and he'll need his cock cleaned after we're done."

After allowing myself a moment to slow my heart and close my yearning mouth, I stood and finished cleaning up Mom's toys, laptop and webcam. Though I could not wipe the wide grin from my face as I did, remembering how good Mommy's juices tasted on Derek's cum covered cock.