I opened my eyes and looked around. It took a moment to realize I was in Mom and Dad's room. I looked at my right hand. It was crusty with dried, flaking cum.

Holy shit - I had really fucked my mom!

She came into the room and stood beside the bed. She was wearing black yoga pants and a white sports bra. Her big tits were spilling out of it. Her hair was in a long pony-tail.

How does she always look so fucking hot? 

"Good morning, my little big man," she purred as she sat down on the bed.

"Good morning Mom," I replied.

Her long fingernails traced over my nipples and down my stomach as she spoke.

"Go have a shower and put on some shorts. Then pick up the clothes you left on the stairs and start your laundry."

"OK, how about a hug first?" 

She leaned over and pushed her big, glorious tits into me as we hugged. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Do what you're told... or no playtime later," she teased as her hand gave my cock a squeeze.

I got up and headed downstairs. I picked up my pants - really fucked that zipper up - and my shirt. I found Dad's tie on my way downstairs. It had a huge line of dried cum on it. Probably won't want that back. I jumped in the shower, put on some shorts, and tossed my laundry in. I looked at the tie and threw it in as well. Fuck it.

I went to the kitchen and found her sitting by the table, steaming mug in hand, with her legs crossed.

"You get to make me breakfast," she said, "something.... nice."

"Uhh... Like what?" I asked.

"An omelet would be nice," she replied.

"I don't know how to make an omelet."

"Well, I guess you better think of something," she teased, "if you want more playtime."

She sipped her coffee as I used the good old internet on my phone. It took three tries but I delivered a good-looking omelet and some toast. She slowly ate it as I wolfed down the two I fucked up.

"That was very nice," she said, "now you can clean up."

I looked at the pile of dishes and sighed quietly. I went to the table to take her plate. Her hand fell on my wrist and she held me in place for a moment. Her fingernails traced over my wrist, up my arm, across my chest, and down my stomach. She pinched the head of my cock with her fingers.

"Do a good job, please."

I was sweating and hard as a rock as I washed the dishes, wiped the stove, and rinsed the sink. The entire time she made little comments as she sipped her coffee.

"You have such nice, wide shoulders." 

"You have a really cute ass."

"Your legs are very muscular."

Once done I wiped the counter and the table. As I wiped it her hand went to my ass. I stopped and let her feel my cheeks, then felt her hand slide under and cup my balls, and she squeezed them gently.

"Hmm, pretty full," she teased.

I swallowed hard as she squeezed them again. Her hand released them and slid over my bulge before she took it away.

"Now you can sweep the floor, but first... Fill me up," she said with a wicked grin on her face and her coffee mug out.

I refilled her mug and handed it back before getting the broom and dustpan. I began sweeping.

"Turn around so I can watch your beautiful bum while you work," she teased, "like you watch me."

Each time I glanced at her she either licked her lips, slowly, or pushed her arms together, making her tits bulge out.

As I swept under her chair her foot came up and caressed the bulge in my shorts. Her toes wiggled over my shaft as she slowly ran her foot up and down my swollen cock. Fuck I was so hard. When she pulled her foot away I swept up the debris and put it in the garbage. 

"Oops, silly me..." she teased as she dropped a little pile of toast crumbs on the floor between her legs. 

I went to sweep it up.

"No... No broom, no hands," she said with a wicked smile and a gleam in her eyes.

I got on my hands and knees and went between her legs. As I picked up the crumbs with my tongue she slid forward in the chair. When I looked up her big, swollen camel-toe, covered in black lycra, stared me in the face. The whole area was soaking wet, almost dripping, right in front of me.

She giggled when she saw my big wide eyes looking up at her pussy.

"Since your down there..." she purred.

I attacked her fabric-covered pussy with a lusty fervor, gnashing at the material with my teeth, and trying to push my tongue through the stretchy material. She threw her head back and groaned as I put my mouth over the puffy lips and sucked the juice from her. I pushed into her hard, getting contact on her clit with my nose, and rubbed it all over the hidden bud. She grabbed my head and locked her thighs around it as she climaxed, fresh juice filling my sucking mouth, and let out a loud moan. She quivered and vibrated for almost a minute before letting me go.

I dropped my head down and gasped for air. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees. Leaning forward she mashed her mouth into mine, sucking on my tongue, as she kissed me. She let me go and gave me huge smile.

"Stand up," she instructed.

As I did her hands pulled my shorts down and my swollen cock, leaking from the tip, jumped in front of her face. She took the swollen head into her mouth and sucked it clean before pulling her mouth away. Her hands went around my shaft and she started pumping my throbbing cock slowly as she smiled at me.

"Are you ready for your reward," she teased, "or would you rather wait?" 

She took her hands away.

"I'm ready now!" I blurted out.

"Good boy."

I moaned as her hands went back on my cock, both pumping, and her mouth went over the swollen, throbbing head. I exploded into her mouth, cum pushing her cheeks out, as I let out a gut-wrenching groan. She pumped my cock as I kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming. Cum poured out past her lips and around my shaft, running down onto the floor in a steady stream, as my balls screamed with relief. 

She kept pumping with both hands and sucking until I was empty. My knees were weak and I had to kneel on the floor. I gazed at her pretty face as she opened her lips and watched as my cum poured out. She moved her tongue around slowly as the cum ran off, finally licking her lips.

God, she is so fucking hot my brain screamed.

"Such a tasty young man you are," she teased as I caught my breath.

She looked down at the huge puddle of cum between her feet and pointed to it.

"Well, looks like you have to mop the floor as well," she said as she patted the top of my head.

She stood up and walked away, leaving me on one knee staring at her ass, and headed down the hallway.

"Oh, and don"t forget your laundry," she called back, "and then we will start on the rest of the house."

Holy shit, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

***

I changed the laundry over and headed back upstairs. My balls and cock still tingled from the outrageous orgasm I had in her mouth. I wiped the cum puddle with a paper towel and mopped the kitchen floor. Just as I was finished she came back down the hallway.

"Time for you dust and vacuum the living room," she announced.

She was now wearing a short denim skirt, a black halter top, and black high heels. Her hair was now loose, hanging over her shoulders, and freshly styled.

"How is she so fucking hot all the time?" I questioned myself again as my cock grew hard.

"Wow... You look fucking hot, Mom" I blurted out.

"You think so?" she replied as did a slow turn in front of me. She stopped with her hip out at me, looking at me over her shoulder, and her hand on her waist. She slowly moved her ass before turning around and gently shaking her shoulders. Her big melons swung with the movement and her big, thick nipples were poking through the fabric. She tossed her hair back.

"Oh yeah, so fucking hot..." I drooled.

"I'm glad you think so," she purred as her hand caressed my face.

She sat on the couch with her feet apart and her knees together.

"Start dusting," she instructed.

I had a hard time not looking at her as I ran the duster around, moving and cleaning, my boner pushing into my shorts. As I did the coffee table she spread her legs apart, showing me her bare pussy, and then closed them again. I did the coffee table again and she did the same thing, giving me a wink.

Once done I hauled out the vacuum and was about to turn it on when she stood up moved to the chair. I watched as she lifted her skirt, sat back, and put one leg over the arm of the chair. Her other foot stayed on the floor. Her pussy in full view, she told me to go ahead, and leaned her head back.

I vacuumed slowly as I watched her first play with her nipples, tweaking and pulling them, then slide one hand down to her open pussy. She slid her finger along the slit, up and down, and then looked at me. She put the finger in her mouth, sucked it to the last knuckle, and the put it back between the big, pouty lips. 

I caught the drapes in the vacuum and had to shut it off. She giggled as I struggled to get them free, finally succeeding, and looked at her with a shrug. She laughed and blew me a kiss. Then she pushed her finger inside of her wetness and made a pouting "oooh" with her lips. She put her head back as she fingered herself with one hand and massaged her tits with the other.

I resumed vacuuming while I watched her masturbate. Her finger came out and starting flying over her clit as I finished. The noise of the vacuum was replaced by her moans, and a sudden groan, as she climaxed. My cock felt double it's normal size while I watched her display. She shook her head, her hair flowing around, and gave me a big smile as her orgasm subsided.

I stood there gawking, my cock throbbing in my shorts, and watched as she slowly licked her fingers clean. She put her foot back on the floor, sat up, and closed her legs.

"Now the main bathroom," she directed as she stood up and went down the hall.

She stopped at the door to the bathroom and gestured for me to enter. As I brushed against her in the doorway I could smell her womanly aroma. She stopped me and put her fingers into my mouth as she reached down and ran her fingers along my bulge. She pulled her hands away and leaned against the door frame.

"First the counter, then the toilet, then the tub."

I got the cleaning items from under the vanity and cleaned the sink and the counter. I got on my knees and wiped off the outside of the toilet. She put her leg up behind me and onto the edge of the tub, with her other leg touching my shoulder. I could feel the dampness and heat of her pussy on the back of my head. Her black stiletto was inches from my face.

"Do you like these shoes?" she asked, "your father thinks they cost too much."

"I love them," I croaked out, "I wouldn't care how much they cost."

"Thank you, baby," she said as she ran her hand through my hair.

She stepped away as I finished and started on the tub. She put the lid down on the toilet, sat down, and put her leg back up on the edge of the tub. 

"Do you think I have nice legs, baby?"

"Oh god, yes, Mom," I blurted out.

I followed her hand from her ankle as she moved it up her thigh. Her pussy was sitting there, open to me, as her hand stopped at the top her thigh. She slid her finger between her lips again and moaned softly.

"Keep your mind on what you are doing," she teased.

I cleaned the tub as she continued to tease her pussy, caressing the swollen lips, and I could smell her arousal. My cock was like ten pounds of sausage in a five-pound casing, stretched to the limit, and my balls were hurting. She pulled her leg away and stood up, declaring the tub done. She looked around, inspecting my work, and went to the vanity. She pouted as she looked at the mirror.

"Ohh, you didn't do the mirror..." she  said in a disappointed tone.

"I will!" I replied. 

I grabbed the glass cleaner and sprayed the mirror before grabbing a handful of paper towels. As I wiped it down she pushed into me from behind and put her arms around my waist. My heart was pounding as she gently kissed my shoulders and upper back as her fingernails traced over my stomach, up my chest, and hovered around my nipples. I could feel her big, firm tits squishing into my back as she pressed against me. Leaving one hand on my chest, she trailed the other one down my stomach, stopping at the top of my shorts.

I could see her face in the mirror as she smiled and slid her hand inside of my shorts, pulled them down, and released my straining cock. Her hand wrapped around it and started sliding up and down. I groaned as I saw her smile, in a wickedly sexy way, and she started pumping my swollen shaft. I could see her hand on my cock in the mirror, going up down, and the swollen purplish head pulsing.

"It's time, baby," she whispered in my ear, "time to cum for Mommy."

I watched in the mirror as the cum flew out of my cock in huge streams, hitting the mirror, and covering the sink. I groaned and shook as my swollen balls pumped out the huge load, stream after stream. I could see her smiling face in the mirror as well as my exploding cock, her hand pumping it, as it pumped empty.

"That's it, baby... Cum for Mommy," she purred in my ear, causing another few spurts to erupt.

She stroked my cock as the orgasm subsided and squeezed the head, forcing the last drop to fall off, before taking her hand away.

"You're such a good boy for Mommy," she whispered as she kissed my neck before stepping away and leaving the room.

I stood shaking at the vanity, my arms keeping me from falling to my knees, and finally recovered. I stroked my cock once, enjoying the tingling, and tucked in back in my shorts. I sat on the toilet until my energy came back. I wiped up the cum I had sprayed fucking everywhere, and cleaned the mirror and the sink.

Once done I went and sat in the chair in the living room. I needed a rest, and I dozed off.

***