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 Title: Maid in Boston


Summary: Cleaning for a man gets hot for Mom and Son.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   I was in trouble; I had to find work, and now.  The power was getting
ready to be cut off, and the phone had already been shut off.  I had been
to the food bank and collected enough food to make a vegetable stew for my
son Ryan and me, but that would only last for a few days.

   "Hi, this is Abigail.  I was wondering if any work had come into the
agency in the last few days.  I would take anything," I said, hoping
something might at least keep the power on.

   "There is almost nothing coming in at the moment, Abby.  I only have one
weirdo that three other girls have quit on the first day, but if you are
desperate, I can send you around.  It pays well," Connie said, in a worried
tone.

   "I have to take it, Connie, I have nothing else.  Send me the address
and details of what I have to clean, and I will start today if I can," I
said, willing to work in a public toilet at this point.

   I was able to start at 11:00 am and get in six hours today toward this
week's pay.  With the rest of the days this week, I should be able to keep
the power on, but I would have to go to the food bank for food every other
day.

   I arrived at the address Connie sent me, and it was a beautiful luxury
home in Beacon Hill.  From the outside, it looked like it was worth more
than I could make in a hundred lifetimes.  I pushed the button next to the
door and waited.

   "Can I help you?" the man's voice said, sounding low and frail.

   "Hi, I am Abigail the agency sent me to do the house cleaning.  Connie
Jackson would have been the contact," I said, giving as much information as
I thought I needed to gain entry into this stately home.

   "Yes, yes, come in and get to work," the man said, in an abrupt manner.

   I heard the door click, I pushed it, and it swung inward, revealing the
entry area, you could have called it an entry hall.  It was massive, with a
large wood and marble staircase up the left-hand side.  It had doors on
both sides, with also a hallway heading deeper into the house.  It looked
like no one had lived here in years, and the dust was thick on everything.

   "Well, are you going to get to work or not," the same voice said, coming
from a speaker mounted in the ceiling.

   "I don't know where to start," I said, almost to myself.

   "It's all got to be done, start where you want, but get to it, I am
paying by the hour," The voice said, surprising me.  Since I was not aware
that what I said was going to be heard and possibly recorded.

   "Well get your chequebook ready because this is going to take a while.
Then I am going to have to start again by the time I am finished," I said,
letting him know the facts of what was going to happen.

   A team of cleaners would take weeks or more to go over this house once,
then a full-time cleaner to keep it that way.  I was by myself, and I was
going to be here for at least two or three months.  I would go over the
house and bring it up to my standards if all the rooms were anything like
the ones I could see now.

   I went down the hall and found the laundry room off the kitchen, they
were usually near the kitchen, and this house was no exception.  I filled a
bucket and took a broom and covered it with a damp rag and started cleaning
the high part of the kitchen walls.  I worked my way around the walls, and
when I got to where I could reach without the broom, I started using my
hand, working down the rest of the wall.

   "The others started mopping the floors," The voice said, confirming that
he was watching me.

   "Doesn't sound like they were ever willing to complete the job with
someone watching their every move," I said, countering his jibe.

   "Then why are you doing it then," he said, with just a hint of another
tone in his voice.

   "You have to start high in a room and work down, or everything will get
dirty that you just cleaned, and I need this job," I said, letting him know
he was not scaring me off so easily.

   All I got was an "ok" back.

   There were five chimes from a clock in one of the front rooms I had not
seen yet.  I looked at my watch, and it was indeed five o'clock and time to
head home to cook dinner.

   "I will see you tomorrow," I said, both to let him know I was leaving
and as a little jab at his hiding from me all this time.

   I got home to see Ryan sitting at his desk in his room, with some of his
college textbooks spread around.  They were all secondhand, and it was a
community college, but I was going to push him to finish his degree if it
was the last thing I did.  He was not going to end up like me.  I heated
the stew and added some water, it was more like a soup, but Ryan didn't
complain.  He did some small odd jobs, but then he fell behind, so I
stopped it.  He had to keep his grades up to get a good job.

   "You look tired, Mom," Ryan said, hugging me from behind as I sat at the
table.

   "I got a good job today, and it's going to take a while, so I will work
hard and be able to pay off some of the debts your father left us with," I
said, kissing him on the cheek.

   "I could help with a part-time job, we really need the money," he said,
looking at me with a worried expression on his face.

   "You can use all that spare time getting good grades, and leave the
working to me for now," I said in a stern voice, then gave him another warm
hug.

   After Ryan went to bed, I cleaned the house, put all the food in the
fridge, hoping the power would stay on for a few more days and keep the
little food we had from spoiling.  I was beat and started the shower.  As I
took off my clothes, I remembered I hadn't closed the bathroom door.  Just
then I thought I caught a flash of movement across the hall, but I could
have been mistaken.

   I ran my hands all over my body; I still looked good for thirty-six,
having small boobs helps.  I always wished for bigger ones, but lately, I
have realized what gravity will do those ladies with big kahunas.  The hard
work I do every day keeps my waist trim, and the sparse food keeps the rest
trim.

   I felt the sexual tension in my body, but it was going to have to wait
for another day as I was far too tired to play with myself tonight.  I
stepped into the shower stream and let the hot water soothe my aching body.
I shaved my legs, trimmed my pussy hair.  Now dried and ready for bed, I
decided to dash across the hall to my room without dressing, as I was only
going to take it off to get in bed.

   __________________________________

   I made breakfast for Ryan and ate some myself, but I called out to him a
few times until I finally had to go in and wake him from a very sound
sleep. I didn't like going into his room anymore as he was an adult now,
and he had to have his privacy respected.  As soon as I entered, I could
see the tent in his shorts, oh the wonders of youth.  He was beautiful
laying there in just his shorts with his sheets all screwed up and covering
his left foot.  His hard-teenage body was something to be proud of, and I
had to pull my eyes away from him and pulled up his blinds, letting in the
light.

   "Wake up sleepyhead," I said, walking from the room and resisting
looking back.

   I ushered him through breakfast as quickly as I could, then off to
college, and I headed to the bus stop.  As I was sitting there wondering
what made the owner such a grump, I also realized I didn't even know his
first name.  His last name, I presume, was the one on the paperwork from
the agency, Gardner.

   I rang the bell and was greeted by the low, gruff voice of my employer,
and headed into the laundry to find some new cleaning supplies, mops and
the like.  I started on the rest of the kitchen, taking everything out of
the cupboards and throwing half of it away, as it was at least a year out
of date.  I cleaned all the empty cupboards before packing the little good
food back in.

   "I am going to throw away any date out food, is it alright if I take
some of the canned food home and see if it's alright," I said, and waited
for a reply.

   "But it's out of date," He said, Sounding confused.

   "I have been going to the food bank, and a lot of the canned food is out
of date too, and it hasn't killed us yet," I said, keeping my head up even
though I was asking for charity.

   "Take what you want, I don't use the kitchen much anyway," he said, not
as gruff this time.

   I took out all the food and packed what I could carry into two bags.  I
left the food I could not carry today in the laundry room.  It had just
gone out of date so it will be ok to take it home over the next few days.
The bus ride home was hard with the heavy cans, but I didn't want to leave
any of the canned meat and tuna there in case it got cleaned out.  Plus, I
missed having the opportunity to feed Ryan some good protein.

   "How was school today, baby," I said, hugging Ryan.

   "The usual, they are piling on the work.  You would think the teachers
would talk to each other and not make all their assignments due on the same
day," Ryan said, heading back to his room to study.

   I made up a meal out of the canned meat from work and vegetables I had
from the food bank.  When I called Ryan in for dinner, his eyes lit up.

   "Wow, where did this come from, I thought we were on a bean only diet or
something," Ryan said, making a joke.

   After the meal, I cleaned up and went to the shower washing all the
workdays grime away.  I let the warm water massage my sore muscles.  Then
just as I was getting out of the shower, the lights went out.

   "Crap, Ryan, can you bring me a flashlight or a candle, please.  They
are in the top drawer in the kitchen," I said, searching in the dark for my
towel.

   "I know where the candles are Mom," he said.  I felt sad because this
had happened enough that Ryan knew where the candles were.

   I saw the flickering light coming towards me, and I clutched the towel
to my front with one hand as I took the candle from Ryan with the other. 
It was only when Ryan closed the door, and I turned around that I realized
that he could see my nude ass on full display in the bathroom mirror.

   I carried the candle around the house as I said goodnight to Ryan and
went to bed worried that I might not have enough money from this paycheck
to get the power on this week.

   ________________________

   I packed all the food in a foam box and put a $2 bag of ice in it to
keep it fresh for the day in the house.  I would have to talk to the power
company at lunchtime to see if I could negotiate a few more day's grace.  I
told Ryan not to worry and study at school a bit later if he needed to and
headed to work.

   I rang the bell and just heard the click of the door unlocking; had he
been waiting for me?  I just started in the short hallway that leads to the
kitchen.  I was cleaning the walls with the new flat mop that arrived the
other day that would be perfect for this job.

   "Why don't you do it with your boobs out," he said, with a new tone in
his voice.

   "You would enjoy that wouldn't you," I said, firmly but not really that
mad or insulted.

   "I could make it worth your while," he said, still fishing for an angle.
He was more serious than I thought.

   "I am already getting paid," I said, not saying no, seeing that I needed
some quick money.

   "What about I pay one of your bills for you if you spend the rest of the
day with your boobs out while you clean, nothing more," he said, who would
make this suggestion?

   "Then the video will end up all over the internet next week," I said,
giving away that I was entertaining the idea.

   "Nothing will ever leave these walls," he said, and he was more
confident this time, I had tipped my hand.

   "Any bill I like," I said, confirming the deal.

   "I am guessing your biggest one," He said, in acceptance of the deal.

   I wasted no time and popped my top-down under my small boobs.  This was
better than taking off my shirt as my breasts had some support.

   "That's only half your boobs, do I get to pay half your bill," He said,
questioning the deal.

   "They sway a lot more when set free, but your choice," I said, waiting
for his direction.

   "I want to see all of them, I prefer a bit of sway," he said, so I took
off my top and bra altogether.

   I went back to work, but I couldn't help but notice my breasts swaying
as I cleaned the walls.  He certainly was getting a display for his money.
I could feel my nipples harden every time I thought of the older man, I
imagined at the other end of the video feed.  That I knew was looking at my
boobs sway with my movements.

   "I had someone stock the fridge if you want to make yourself some lunch
today," the voice said, as the old clock in the hall struck once.

   I went into the kitchen to look in the fridge, and it was full of food.
I took out some cold meat and salad to make a sandwich.

   "Do you want me to make you one," I said, looking up at the camera in
the corner.

   "I have eaten," he said, but went silent.

   The afternoon went quickly, I was busy cleaning, and soon the old clock
struck five times.  I put away the cleaning supplies and packed a bag with
some more out of date cans.  I slipped on my bra and shirt, ready for the
trip home.

   "I have a bill here, I will leave it on the kitchen bar," I said, waving
it at the camera.

   "OK, Abigail, I will see you tomorrow," he said.  I could almost see the
smirk on his face.

   I was tired and sore from a full day of heavy cleaning.  I had only made
a small dent in the house, but the two rooms I had completed looked
beautiful.  The house was probably built over fifty years ago and of only
the finest materials.  The kitchen would have only been a few years old if
I had to guess.  I would say he had lost his wife about that time and
stopped his life to wait to join her.  At least that's what the romantic in
me thought might be happening.

   I got home to a house with no electricity and no one to greet me, as I
had told Ryan to stay at school and study there.  I fixed some food just
before the light of the day faded and ate by candlelight.  Then ran myself
a bath surrounded by candles, I slid my fingers over my breast and pinched
my nipples, I had wanted to do that all day, but didn't want to show that I
was slightly enjoying the attention of the older man.

   Pulling my nipples up out of the water then letting them go; I made
ripples in the water.  All the while, sending a tingling wave towards my
pussy.  I slid one hand over my mound of trimmed hair and between my shaved
pussy lips, finding my clit buzzing for attention.  I pinched my nipple and
strummed my clit, bringing myself higher and higher.  I let out a moan as
my orgasm hit me, the contractions sending me splashing around in the
water.

   I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way to my room and saw a
flickering light in Ryan's room.

   "Hi baby, have you finished for the night," I said, popping my head in
his door.

   "Yes, mom I am going to bed, I can't read in this light anyway," He
said, pulling back his sheets.

   "You will be glad to know that the power should be back on soon," I
said, hoping the boss was good on his word.

   "Thanks, Mom but it's fine, you work hard, and we can get along for a
few days without power now and again," he said, always the optimist.

   I lay in bed, hoping the power would be on tomorrow sometime.  However,
even that worry could not keep the sleep away because tonight I was tired.

   ____________________________________

   The next morning during breakfast, the radio started playing, and the
fan on the counter began turning to signal that the power was indeed back
on.  This brought a smile to Ryan's face and a sigh of relief to my lips; I
hugged Ryan tight and sent him off to college then headed to the bus to
work.

   My hand had not reached the button when I heard a click, and I just
pushed the door open.  I started the day in the other downstairs room.  The
room was mostly just dusty, and I was just about to use a broom to brush
the walls when I heard a click.

   "Do you have another bill you want to get paid," He said.  I was
wondering if he would want to look at my boobs today.

   "What do you have in mind," I said, trying not to show I was keen to pay
another bill.

   "What do you think it is worth to pay another bill," He said, not
showing his hand yet.

   "What about I work in just panties today if you pay for the next power
bill too," I said, seeing how far he would go.

   "I would pay for the next three months if you go naked," he said, in a
slightly husky voice.

   "Just panties are all I am comfortable with," I said, but the offer was
tempting.

   "Done, I am transferring the same amount, and you can let me know if it
was any more when the bill comes in," He said, talking with more animation
in his voice than ever before.

   I decided to play along and do a little striptease for him.  I started
with my top, undoing it one button at a time and removing it slowly.  Then
I unzipped my skirt letting it drop to the floor, I then undid my bra and
held it to my breasts with one hand while I shrugged the shoulder straps
off then dropped my hands taking my bra with it, exposing my boobs to the
camera.  I went on about my days cleaning.

   "You can make yourself lunch again, and any day you work," the voice
said, just after I heard the clock strike once.

   I fixed myself a chicken and salad sandwich and sat at the kitchen
counter to eat.

   I went about the cleaning and got a whole room done in a day, only about
twenty more to go.  I did rub my nipple a few times during the day as my
nipples got hard from time to time, and I had to keep my legs closed
because I was getting wet and didn't want him to see my panty crotch damp.

   "So, what's your first name Mr Gardner," I said, wondering if he wanted
to talk or just watch.

   "Raymond, no, Just Ray, my father was Mr Gardner, I am just Ray," Ray
said, sounding a little unsure of what he wanted to share.

   "You can call me Abby," I said.

   "Raymond Alexander Gardner, the third, to be precise.  So, you can see
why I prefer Ray."

   I sat with my legs parted; not caring if he got a look at the wet patch
that I knew would be in the crotch of my panties by now.  The thought of
him watching me had me feeling sexy for the first time in a long time.

   "I better get back to work, and give you your money's worth," I said
meaning both the cleaning and the boob show.

   "You work harder than anyone I have ever seen, you'll not get any
complaints from me," Ray said.

   I went about my afternoon cleaning, but the bigger front room had a lot
of furniture that took a long time to clean and polish.  It was close to
five when Ray came over the speaker.

   "There is a spare room at the back, downstairs if you ever need it, it
has no cameras or anything like that in it."

   "I have to get home to my son.  He will be home from college soon, and I
have to make something for dinner," I said, to let him know how important
this job was to me.

   "I will see you tomorrow then, Abby."

   I went to the spare room Ray had mentioned.  I could not resist having a
little play with my clit and nipples before I dressed.  I put away the
cleaning equipment and got ready to leave.

   "We will have to get upholstery and marble cleaners in before I finish
to do the staircase, bathrooms and soft furnishings," I said, letting Ray
know there were things that needed to be done and I couldn't do them.

   "Do you know someone you trust, or do I need to search for one?"

   "No, if you trust me I can arrange someone I have worked with before, I
can't guarantee them, but I have had no problems with them in over ten
years," I said, hoping Ray would trust me more.

   "That will do for me, arrange it when you need them," Ray said, sounding
a little brighter this afternoon.

   I took the bus home, and when I opened the door, I found that Ryan was
studying in his room.  I started making dinner, and we ate chatting about
his day, I didn't go too much into mine for obvious reasons.  After he went
to his room, I showered and wrapped myself in a towel and made my way
across the hall to my room.  I saw that Ryan's door was slightly ajar and
that his light was on.  I could not help myself, I moved closer and could
see Ryan from behind with his headphones on watching some porn on his
laptop.  I could see his hand moving rhythmically in his lap.

   I left the hall and climbed into bed, smiling to myself.  Ryan had
desires of his own, and I had mine.  I lay back and played with myself,
stroking my clit and pulling on my nipples until I came.  It certainly
didn't take long after showing my body to Ray all-day.

   _____________________________________________

   I had only just started breakfast when Ryan came down, giving me a
gentle hug from behind.  We ate, and I pushed Ryan out the door just in
time for us to catch our respective busses.  I made it to the entrance of
Ray's house and once again I heard a click before I had a chance to reach
the bell.  I got out the cleaning equipment and set up to finish the front
room from yesterday when Ray spoke.

   "Do you want to play again today, Abby?"

   "What do you have in mind," I retorted, making sure I didn't let the
smile touch my face.

   "I left something for you to wear in the spare room.  If you do, you get
double pay this week," Ray said, in a low husky tone, that didn't sound as
chipper as yesterday.

   I went down the hall to the spare room and there on the bed was a pair
of crotchless panties in black.  I smiled at his inventiveness because
anytime I bent down to pick up anything he would get to a great view of my
privates.  I thought about it for a time and decided that He was unlikely
to be able to do anything more than look at me anyway, and I might brighten
his day.  It might even make him feel better if he was in a dark place.

   I took off my clothes, strummed my clit a few times to warm myself up
for the excitement of walking around almost nude.  I slid on the panties
and looked in the mirror.  You couldn't see anything when I stood straight,
but when I bent over, it would reveal my ass crack.  The more I learned,
the more you saw, by the time I could touch the ground, I could see my ass
winking back at me and my pussy all the way to my clit.

   I stood straight and opened the door, leaving before I lost the nerve. I
started cleaning and making an effort to stay straighter than usual. 
However, I couldn't keep that up and went about as usual.

   "Are you stopping for lunch, it's after one," Ray said, talking for the
first time today.

   "Just finishing the floor, so it has a chance to dry before I leave," I
said, realizing I was bent at the waist giving him a view of my ass crack
and probably more.

   "Let me know if there is something else you need in the fridge, and I
will make sure it is restocked on Monday.  Take home anything that won't
keep over the weekend, you and your son may as well have it."

   "Do you want me to make you something today," I said, checking again
just in case.

   "I get mine from a tube, Abby, I've had mine for now," Ray said,
sounding a bit deflated.

   "Sorry I did not think anything like that was...  anyway, do you like
the view," I said, changing the subject before I dug myself any deeper.

   "More than I hoped for," Ray said, and I blushed from the compliment.

   I went back to work in a new room, as I couldn't face the stairs at the
moment, especially since I was mostly naked.  I worked away for the rest of
the day, stopping to go to the bathroom and wipe my pussy a few times.  I
thought about bringing myself to orgasm in there but decided to wait until
I was comfortable in my own bed.

   At close to five, I packed away the cleaning things and cleaned out some
of the food I thought might spoil over the weekend.  Of course, I had to
bend over to get something in the crisper at the bottom.  I heard the clock
strike five times and went to the spare room and changed into my clothes,

   "You can shower in the bathroom attached to the spare bedroom if you
ever need," Ray said, the first time I had heard from him since lunch.

   "I like to take a long hot shower before bed," I said, leaving him with
that image for the weekend.

   "See you Monday, Abby," Ray said, sounding a bit lighter now.

   "Have a good weekend, Ray, see you Monday."

   I took the food and pulled the heavy door closed behind me.  As I was
walking to the bus, I was thinking about sex.  My ex-husband, old
boyfriends, the good-looking young man across from me on the bus, who was
trying to see my cleavage.  I leant forward to make my shirt gape a little
more, giving him a little show.  I could not help smiling as he got off the
bus with a bulge in his pants.

   I got home to find Ryan studying at the kitchen table.  I hugged him,
pulling his head to my chest as he sat working, kissing him on the top of
the head.  I cooked a quick meal out of the stuff from Ray's fridge, eating
it now before it spoiled.

   "How is school," I said, sitting across from Ryan.

   "Good," he responded with the usual answer.

   "I want the real answer now."

   "Mom I am doing OK, I have some tutorial time with the school tutors,
and that will get me through the rest of the semester, see "good", he
rolled his eyes.

   "I am getting better pay at this job, and we might be able to find you a
few hours of private tutoring soon," I said, trying to keep the worried
look off of my face.

   "Don't waste your money, the school has tutors, and they are good enough
to help me."

   "Let's see how it goes for a while, and if we need to get a private one,
we will do it somehow," I said, closing the discussion.

   Ryan went back to his work, and I got in the shower, cleaning away the
day's sweat and grime.  I stood under the hot shower, tempted to play with
my pussy that had been aching for a few hours.  I just washed it gently and
checked on Ryan in my robe before heading to bed.  I kissed him on the
cheek and gave him a quick hug, not pressing my body into him as I was
naked under the robe.

   I opened my bottom drawer, took out my dildo and took off my robe. 
Sliding under the covers, I was going to start slowly, but I couldn't wait.
I slipped the head of the dildo into my pussy until it hit bottom.  I
pulled it out until just the head was still in me when I hunched my hips up
to sink it back into the hilt.  I kept pumping the dildo in and out of my
pussy until I felt the orgasm start to make my pussy pulse.  I put my
fingers on my clit and rubbed as my pussy pulsed around the fake cock. 
Placing the dildo back in its drawer, I rolled over and fell asleep
quickly.

   _________________________

   The weekend went too quickly, and all too soon I was back on the bus to
Ray's house and cleaning.  My body felt better with two days' rest from all
day cleaning.  However, I needed to work; I had bills to pay and a boy to
get through school.  I was a little worried that Ray might not be there
when I arrived.  I was worried that whatever ailed the old man would take
him before I was back on my feet.  The extra pay was in my account as
promised, and my electric bill had prepaid credit on the account.  I needed
this few months of steady work to at least be able to feed us and pay for
Ryan's school fees.

   I was relieved when the door clicked before I rang the bell, and I
pushed the door and let myself in.  I started by dusting and cleaning the
kitchen where someone had been using it over the weekend, then I dusted and
mopped the areas I had already cleaned.  I was not going to let them fall
back into the state they were when I arrived.

   "Do you have some other bills you need help with Abby."

   "Good morning to you too, Ray, I would like to get some tutoring for my
son, what do you have in mind," I replied, always interested in getting
something else paid.

   "I have left something in the spare room for you, and if you go along
with it, for the rest of this week, I will be happy to arrange a tutor for
your son for the rest of the school year," he said, both exciting me and
worrying me at the same time.  I keep thinking, "I am a complete stranger.
Why would he want to do this for me?"

   I went into the spare room expecting some small panties of some sort,
but to my surprise, I found only one thing on the bed a clear glass
buttplug.  I have never had anal sex before, but I had put part of my
condom covered dildo in there on a few, extra horny nights.  I went back
and forth on the idea of working for the rest of the week without clothes.
I had expected to negotiate on doing this at least for a day at some point,
but the buttplug seemed more sexual then voyeurism.

   Eventually, I came to terms with the fact I wanted Ryan to have the best
chance of doing well at school, and if I could give it to him, I would.  I
pushed the buttplug in my pussy first and got it wet, used some saliva on
my rosebud and started pushing the buttplug into me.  It took a few tries,
and I had to put one foot up on the bed to get a better angle of attack. 
My ass opened enough to allow the plug to slide in and my sphincter closed
around the base locking it in place.

   I bent over in front of the mirror.  I was shocked that I could see into
my ass through the clear glass, wow what a view.  I tried to compose
myself, then walked out and started cleaning another room, again I tried to
minimize bending, and it worked for a while, but I gave up, there was too
much bending over in my job to keep that up all week.  At one, I sat in the
kitchen and ate the tuna salad I made out of the fridge.

   "Ray, why are you doing all this, giving me things, and paying my
bills," I asked while sitting eating.

   "I enjoy seeing you like that, and I have way too much time on my hands
to think of interesting ways to entice you.  Plus the money means nothing
anymore, I may as well help if I can," Ray said, making it sound like a
game giving away hundreds of dollars.

   "What is the purpose of the game?"

   "Yes, it is a game, but I don't have an agenda.  I am not trying to hurt
you or your family.  I am stuck, with all this time, endless hours, so I
let my imagination go wild, then rein it in a bit," Ray said, sounding sad
that he might be hurting me.

   "I just don't want anyone thinking I am taking advantage of someone in a
lonely or fragile position," I said, worried about him, and trying to
assure him I am not feeling threatened or scared.

   "I think if anyone knew who I was, they would think I was the one taking
advantage,"

   "You don't know how much you have helped me.  The first day here my
power had been cut off, and my body keeps betraying me and getting excited
by the thought of you looking at me," I said, admitting to myself and Ray
that I liked the game too.

   "I found that out when I went to pay the bill, it's not something I have
ever faced, growing up in a house like this, I have been removed from the
realities of life to some extent."

   I cleaned up the kitchen and got back to work.  The backroom didn't take
too long as it didn't look like it was ever used.  So, I moved upstairs, a
long hall went both ways from the landing; doors lined the hallway on both
sides.

   "Ray, which room is yours, so I don't disturb you," I said, not wanting
to walk in on an old man with his cock out looking at a video feed of me.

   "The one you are looking at now,"

   I was looking at the big door at the end of the hall.  I started in the
hallway at the other end of the house, cleaning high first and moving down
the walls, I was giving Ray a full view of my rosebud as I bent at the
waist.  I was sweating by the time it was close to five, I put the cleaning
stuff in one of the empty rooms instead of walking them up and down the
stairs each day.  I made my way to the spare room and got changed and
headed to the door.

   "See you tomorrow, Ray," I said, letting him know I was leaving, even
though I knew he was watching.

   "See you tomorrow Abby," was Ray's warm response.

   I made it home on the bus, again thinking about sex all the way, the
buttplug still in my ass.  Ray was going to be shocked when he doesn't find
it on the bed after I left.  I kept my composure during dinner but almost
fainted when Ryan hugged me from behind while I was washing the dishes and
cleaning up the kitchen.

   "I am working on a tutor for you.  I found out about one from my new
employer," I said, not going into too much detail about how I was going to
pay for it.

   I took a shower then checked on Ryan in his room and gave him a
goodnight kiss.  Once I was in my room, I dropped the robe and slipped
under the sheet and reached for my dildo, placing it at the opening of my
pussy and pushing it deep into me.  The sensation of having my pussy full
of the dildo and the buttplug in my ass was overwhelming.  I started to
thrust the dildo into my pussy as fast as I could trying to race towards my
orgasm.  My toes curled and my legs spasmed in time with my pussy
contractions as I came on the dildo.

   The rest of the week was much the same, and on Friday, Ray gave me the
contact information for the tutor he had arranged for Ryan.  I called
during lunch and organized the first session for Saturday.  I did make a
bit of a display of wiping my pussy with a tissue after lunch for Ray's
appreciation.  At five, I put on my clothes in the spare room and left the
glass buttplug on the bed after cleaning it well.

   "Have a great weekend, Ray," I said, as I was about to leave.

   "You too, Abby, see you on Monday," Ray answered.

   On Saturday afternoon, the tutor was going through Ryan's work and
giving him pointers.  Judging from the smiles Ryan was giving, he was
taking in as much of the work as he could.  Mark, the tutor stayed a little
longer than his two hours but said he was not worried about it as he needed
to find out what stage Ryan was up to before really drilling down to the
learning.

   After Mark left, all Ryan could talk about was what he had learned in
the last two hour.  Explaining how much more confident he felt about the
course once Mark had explained it to him.  I had made the right decision to
go along with Ray's game, and I was sure of it now.  As I lay awake on
Sunday night, I wondered what twist Ray had in mind for the game this week.

   _________________________________

   I heard a click as I reached the step and pushed the door open.

   "I have arranged guys to clean and seal the marble on the stairs and
bathrooms, also to dry-clean the drapes and furniture.  They will be here
all-day Wednesday," I said, giving Ray warning that I would not be able to
work in the nude for the day.

   "Then we can have a challenge for today and tomorrow, I have left
something in the spare room for you.  If you wear it I will both pay for
your rent this month and give you a shopping spree at a shop I know," Ray
said.

   "I will go and have a look, and we will see," I said, heading for the
spare room.

   I stood looking down at the Bed, there was only a G-string, and some
sort of U shaped dildo, it was flatter on one end, so I didn't think it
went in my ass and pussy, so I assumed it went in my pussy and on my clit
under the panties.  I was already wet with anticipation and slipped the
egg-shaped end in my pussy and pulled up the G-string.  I walked out and
headed up the stairs to start the day.

   "Happy," I said, trying not to smile at the ease of this challenge.

   Then it hit me, the vibrating on my clit, I stopped at the top of the
stairs and held onto the rail.

   "Yes, delighted," Ray said, I could hear him almost laughing.

   Ok, this might not be as easy as I thought.  After the vibrating on my
clit had stopped, I went about cleaning a new room.  Then as I was bent
over a bathroom tub, a low vibration started inside my pussy.  It was only
weak, but it was deep inside me, and pulsed on and off.  I continued to
work as regularly as I could.  I had to pause from time to time, as my clit
or pussy was buzzed by the vibrator.

   "Are you just going through the different vibrations one by one," I
said, as I sat eating lunch in the kitchen.

   "It's an app on my phone.  I can put both on high or one at a time. 
There are lots of settings to try," Ray said, with a chuckle and switched
both settings on high to prove a point.

   I cupped my pussy and closed my legs in response to the intense
vibrations.  Then it stopped, and I relaxed my body.  I was getting less
and less productive as the day wore on.  Every time I was in a vulnerable
position, I would feel the vibration start in my pussy or on my clit. 
Later in the day, a pattern of vibrations began going back and forth from
my pussy to my clit.  It was impossible to ignore, I was getting closer and
closer to cumming.  Just as I was about to cross the threshold into my
orgasm, the vibrations stopped.

   "You can't stop now, I was just about to...," I said, panting.

   "Were you close," Ray said, giving the clit vibration a small buzz.

   'Yes," I said after a short hesitation and pinched my nipples.

   "You have to ask," Ray said, again giving a little blast to my clit.

   "Please," I said.

   "Please what," Ray returned.

   "Please let me cum," I said, rubbing my breasts in frustration.

   "Lay back on the end of the bed," Ray said his voice husky now.

   As I lay back on the bed, and the vibrations started very slowly in my
pussy, and then my clit started to buzz too.

   "Put your feet up next to your behind," Ray instructed.

   I moved my feet up and spread my knees, and the vibrations increased
some more.  I pulled on my nipples, knowing Ray would be able to see me,
and probably my rosebud with this tiny G-string.  The vibrations switched
to going back and forth from my pussy to my clit, and I let out a moan. 
The waves went up another level; I slid my hand under my thigh and slipped
a finger into my ass.  I could feel my pussy start to pulse with the start
of my orgasm, and my anal muscles started to nibble on my finger.  My body
bucked, and my hips raised off the bed as the orgasm raged through my body.

   "Did you enjoy that," Ray said, softly.

   "Yes, Ray, I did, but I have to go now and make dinner for my son," I
replied, heading for the spare room to dress.

   "Bye Ray, see you tomorrow," I said, as I pulled the door closed behind
me.

   I arrived home a few minutes before Ryan, just enough time to start
peeling some vegetables for dinner.

   "How was school," I asked, starting our regular conversation.

   "Fine," He said, his regular response.

   Our night went the same as we usually did, except when I took a shower,
I noticed a definite movement near the door.  I chose to ignore it, as it
could only be Ryan, and I did not want to embarrass him about his curiosity
for the female body.  I went to bed and slept like a baby.

   _________________________________________________

   As I got to Ray's door, I heard the click.  I opened it and went
straight to the spare room saying, "Hi Ray," on the way.  Waiting on the
bed was the vibrator, a buttplug and the smallest white G-string I have
ever seen.  I used my pussy to wet the buttplug, then I put my foot up on
the bed, and pushed the slightly larger buttplug into my ass.  My sphincter
slowly started to relax and allow the intruder into my warm cavity.  I then
put the vibrator in place and slid on the G-string.

   I moved through the house and up the stairs to where I stored the
cleaning supplies.  All too soon, I felt the vibration on my clit.  I
looked up at the camera in the corner and tried to scowl, but I could not
hide my smile.

   "I am never going to get all these rooms clean if you keep that up," I
said, still trying to hide the grin on my face.

   "Keep what up," Ray said, and another vibration started in my pussy,
then it stopped.

   "That," I responded, crossing my arms in mock defiance.

   Then a strong wave of vibrations came from the buttplug, and I bent
forward and held onto the vanity next to me.  When it stopped, I
straightened up and looked at the camera, and then all three buzzed at once
for a good five seconds.  My knees buckled, and I almost fell, then
vibrations stopped again.  I looked down at my chest, and my nipples were
hard and erect.  I was already turned on, and it wasn't even lunch.

   I started to work again, and as I did, I could feel the slightest
pulsing of the three vibrations.  First, the buttplug, then the one deep in
my pussy, and finally the one on my clit.  They were only light vibrations,
and I chose to ignore them.  Later as I cleaned lower in the bathtub, the
waves became a little more noticeable.  Over the next twenty minutes, they
came to the point that I could not stand.  I shuffled to the bed laying
back like the afternoon before.  I pulled on my nipples as the vibrations
built me towards my orgasm, I was grunting and bucking my hips through my
climax, then the vibrations stopped.

   Ray had my body dialled in, I was a goner.  At one, I sat at the kitchen
bar eating lunch, the vibrators had been silent after my orgasm.

   "What time are they coming tomorrow," Ray asked.

   "They will be here before 9am," I answered,

   "You will have to have a special outfit for their benefit," Ray said.

   "Ray, what do you have in mind," You will find out tomorrow when you get
here at 8:00," Ray answered.

   I was climbing the stairs when I felt the vibrations start again, it
stopped me in mid-stride.  I regained my composure and went back to work.
My erect nipples gave away the pleasure I was feeling, and I had a second
orgasm before the day was out.

   I dressed and cleaned the vibrator and buttplug and placed them on the
bed.  I kept the little G-string; it looked too hot on me to give it back.

   "Night Ray, see you tomorrow," I said as I pulled the door closed behind
me.

   That night I wore a nightie that was just long enough if I didn't bend
over, and I still had on the little white G-string.  I made dinner, and
Ryan sat at the kitchen counter studying, at least he was trying to, I kept
catching him looking at my legs, and when I reached up for something, I
could feel his eyes on my bottom.

   The next day, I dressed in the new uniform, and it was quite short,
coming down to just below my butt cheeks, the boys were going to get a
show. I ran my hands down the skirt flattening it out as much as I could,
but it was just covering my cheeks.  I walked out and moved things around,
so the boys would have an easy time getting to the areas I wanted them to
clean.

   "Anything that you want them to know about, Ray," I said just before
they were due to arrive.

   "No, you are in charge of the house.  I am leaving it in your hands,"
Ray said, and it filled me with pride.

   The doorbell rang, and it was the first time I had ever heard it from
the inside.  I opened the heavy door to be greeted by Joe and Frank; they
were the best marble cleaners and sealers I knew.  They were both married
with kids in their late teens, this made them both super reliable and not
inclined to steal or do anything stupid and ruin their reputation.  I led
them around and pointed out the bathroom vanities and countertops I wanted
to be cleaned and sealed.

   Then I showed them the staircase, this would take the most time.  I led
the boys up the stairs; I didn't look back because I was sure where their
eyes were.  I showed them the upstairs bathrooms and told them not to go in
the end room.  I left them to start and headed to my area and continued to
clean.  The phone rang in the room I was in, I picked it up.

   "They liked the view from the stairs, are you Ok with them seeing
your..." Ray said, he must have been watching.

   "I guessed that would be the case, they are nice guys, I am perfectly
safe," I said, putting Rays mind at ease.

   Close to one, I came down the stairs while they were working on them. 
The boys couldn't help looking up at me, and a smile and a glance between
them let me know they liked the view.

   "I am making a sandwich would you guys like one," I asked, from the
steps just above them.

   I got a nod from each of them, and we sat at the kitchen bar and ate. 
The chatter was mostly speculation on who owned the house; I didn't confirm
any of their ideas.  At the end of the day, I gave them each a hug and took
the invoice from them.

   "We had a lovely day, let us know if you ever need us again, Abby,"
Frank said as he carried the last of his tools out to his van.

   I went to the spare room.  On the bed, I found a new uniform with white
G-string panties waiting for me, and an envelope with my name on it. 
Inside the envelope was a card for a store that I had only heard the name
of, it was an invitation-only type of store, so I had never been inside,
with the card, was a note.

   Abby,

   Have fun and get some beautiful things for yourself, call the number on
the card and ask for Joanne, tell her Ray sent you, she is expecting your
call.  "

   Ray.

   "See you tomorrow, Ray, the place is starting to look like it should," I
said, a little sad I was going to be finished in five or six more weeks.

   "Ok Abby, see you in the morning," Ray answered.

   That night as Ryan and I were eating, his tutor knocked on the door. 
They had another boisterous two hours, and Ryan was clearly enjoying the
interaction.  I smiled to myself each time they spontaneously burst into
laughter.  My time at Ray's house has been a blessing.

   The rest of the week went much the same as the start, with a G-string
covered vibrator on Thursday, and a buttplug for Ray's added enjoyment on
Friday.  Over the weekend, Ryan had another session with Mark, So I called
and made an appointment with Joanne.

   I arrived at the store a few minutes early, and I was greeted at the
door by a lady with Mary on her nametag.

   "You must be Abby, come in, and Joanne will be with you shortly," She
said, leading me into the store and through to a room with a lounge.

   I took a seat, and a few moments later, Mary returned holding a tray
with champagne glasses on top.  I took one because I didn't want to be
impolite, and I didn't have a car anyway.

   "Hi Abby, I'm Joanne, and I will help you with your shopping today,"
Joanne said, as she came into the room and picked up a glass from the tray.

   "Hi Joanne, I am a little overwhelmed I have never been in a store like
this before I usually get my clothes at a department store," I said,
sharing too much and being embarrassed.

   "Well we can fix that, you don't have to worry I am not here to sell you
anything, I know the budget, and I won't show you anything that you can't
have, you can just relax and enjoy our time shopping together," Joanne
said, putting me at ease and sipping her drink.

   We had another drink and talked about Ray.  Turns out that Joanne had
never seen him, but only spoke on the phone once.  However, his family was
well known in Boston.

   "Ok Abby, I will get you to take off your top, and we will start with
the bra," Joanne said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

   "I...  Don't know, I have never had a bra fitted by someone else
before," I said, and could feel my face blushing with embarrassment.

   "Abby, I have fitted a thousand women in the last 10 years, and I have
seen the boobs of the richest ladies in Boston, they all look the same out
of their clothes," Joanna said, with her hand resting on my arm.

   She took my glass and helped me off with my top.  I was hesitating, so
she moved behind me and undid my bra, holding it as I turned and she pulled
it lightly and looked at the tag.

   "It's at least a size too small, the most common mistake I see," Joanna
said, looking back to me.

   She moved a little closer and cupped my breasts with both hands, and
picked up the phone asking for some, sizes and examples of bras I assumed.
She took a tape and measured me, touching me lightly, but never letting her
hands leave my body.

   "I am not used to being pampered like this," I said, still blushing I'm
sure.

   "It's more common to see an enhanced bust than your beautiful natural
ones," Joanna said, as Mary came in with a selection of bras.  She put down
the bras and filled the champagne glasses again, and left Joanna and me
alone.

   We sipped the champagne and tried on the bras, and Joanna adjusted each
one to fit perfectly.  I could not believe how much better I felt in the
beautifully fitted bra.

   "Ok time for the skirt to come off and see what we are working with,"
Joanna, stated.

   She came around to my side and undid the zipper letting my skirt fall to
the ground.  I was glad I put on the little white G-string, it was my best
pair, and most of my other ones have at least one hole in them.

   "You look good in them, I will have to get a few more like that, in
other colours," Joanna said, pulling them down from my hip.

   The panties were stuck between my legs and in the crease of my bottom,
and Joanna knelt down and gently moved my legs apart, releasing the panties
to fall away from my pussy lips.  My pussy was very wet, and some of my
pussy juice clung to my clit like a dewdrop.  Joanna used her tape again,
and her hands were gliding over my naked form.  She brushed the back of her
hand against my clit, wiping the droplet away and giving me tingles.  She
turned me around and measured my bottom and took both her hands from my
body for the first time.  When she turned me back around, she was smiling.

   "You are a pleasure to fit, no strangely expanded bits to try to adjust
to," Joanna said, and called for some dresses.

   Mary came in with some clothes hanging from a rolling rack.  She glanced
at my nakedness and didn't bat an eyelid.  She filled the classes again and
as she smiled cupped my bra covered breast, let out a little mmmm, and
left. Joanna stood and drank some more champagne; I was feeling a bit warm
by now.  She moved over and picked out some dresses.

   "Let's try this one, I think it will look beautiful on you," She said,
lifting the dress over my head and pulling in down over my hips.

   I turned to the mirror, wow, it was like wearing a silk glove.  Soft and
smooth.

   "Should I have panties on," I asked Joanna.

   "Only if you want to spoil the lines of this dress, it fits you so well
it would be a shame to spoil it," Joanna said, with her hands on my hips
from behind me.

   She changed it to another one, and it fits well too.  Then some tops and
skirts, then pants.  It's like she knew my exact size and shape.  Then she
took it all back off.  I was just starting to worry that I was going to
have to pick one outfit when Mary returned with a cocktail dress that
sparkled like diamonds in the light.  Joanna took my bra off and pulled the
dress over my head, reached in the top and lifted my boobs into place,
causing my nipples to harden with the contact.

   "Now that's fantastic, nothing under this one, it's made to tease, both
men and women alike will want to take this off with their teeth, I
certainly do," Joanna said, then blushed and turned away.

   "You see all these beautiful women I can't compete with that," I said,
looking at her.

   "I see a lot of nice ladies and some terrible ones most have scars from
surgeries and bumps from fillers they want to hide, to see a totally
natural beautiful body that has some sway in the breast, and a smooth,
strong thigh, it is every Lesbians dream.  At least this one," Joanna said,
looking totally vulnerable to me.

   "I can't tell you how wonderful that makes me feel, your touch has me
excited, I'm sure, I would have the time of my life in your arms, and the
idea has me questioning my sexuality.  But I would only hurt you in the
end, as I am into men, and only a little curious about what making love to
a lady would be like.  I am miles from your world, and could never be who
you needed," I said, pulling her into my embrace.

   "Shame, you are the most real person I have ever seen in this shop,"
Joanna said, slipping off my dress.

   Again naked, and no longer feeling embarrassed, Joanna wrapped me in her
arms, her soft body crashing into mine.  She kissed me gently, then turned
and held out the bra I was wearing before.  She fitted it again and checked
all the straps, holding out a new pink G-string that looked identical to
the white one I came in with.  I stepped into it, and she pulled it
sensually up my legs, we both giggled as she tucked it in place.  Finally,
a beautiful flowing dress that didn't look too expensive finished the look.

   "One more thing," Joanna said, turning to a tray of accessories, picking
out a necklace and putting it around my neck.

   "That's too much," I said, worried she will get in trouble from her
boss.

   "It's my shop.  I can do whatever I want," Joanna said, kissing me on
the cheek this time.

   "I love it, I wish I could shop here, but I am just a cleaner.  I
promise if I ever get asked by a client, I am sending them here, even if I
am jealous of them, when I do," I said, kissing Joanna on the lips.

   "If you find you ever need some work, I know almost all the wives around
and they would snap you up in a flash, now we have a car waiting to take
you home before I do," Joanna said, holding my hand and leading me out of
the shop.

   The driver opened the door, and I slipped into the back seat, then I
realized the other position was full of bags with the shop name on it.  I
looked up at Joanna in shock, tears filling my eyes

   "They are all yours, Abby, I told you I would not show you anything you
could not have," Joanna said, lent in the door and kissed me, sighed and
closed the door.

   I arrived home to Mark leaving, and they both looked at me approvingly.

   ___________________________________________________________________

   I was just finishing breakfast when Ryan came into the kitchen, he
scarfed down all of the food and was out the door a few minutes before me.
After the bus ride, I walked up to the door, and there was just about to
reach for the button when I heard the familiar click and pushed the door
open.

   "Morning, Ray, how was your weekend," I said in a very upbeat way.

   "My weekend was very boring looking at the paint peel in the corner,"
Ray said, but I don't think it was a joke, so I didn't laugh.

   "How did Ryan like his tutor," Ray asked.

   "He was very impressed," I said, but noticed that Ray knew my son's name
now.

   "Mark reported that your son was very smart, and wasted at that
community college," Ray said, explaining why he now knew about Ryan.

   "It's all we could ever afford, but the tutor was beneficial, thanks," I
said, starting the quick dust and clean-up of the rooms I had already
completed.

   "Well, do you want to play a higher stakes game," Ray said, drawing a
worried look from me.

   "What is the reward, and what are the terms," I said, stopping and
looking up at one of the cameras.

   "I guess you know by now I am a bit of a voyeur.  I want you to take
home some stuff I had made that has cameras in it, and seduce your son,"
Ray said, and I could hear his voice shaking as he said it.

   "You want what," I said, trying to stay calm, but glaring at the camera
now.

   "It turns out that our family pays for a scholarship to Harvard
University for a student of our choosing, it's the number two ranked
university in the world.  Any business that he would like to work for would
be asking him to work for them not the other way around," Ray said.

   I looked around the house and realized he was probably not lying; some
of this furniture would pay for his whole college course.

   "That's not fair, using his biggest dream against me, it's a sin, I will
condemn us both to hell, for, the opportunity of a lifetime," I said,
sitting down on the arm of the chair behind me.

   "Sorry, I went too far, it was my fantasy that can never come true,
forget it, we can go back to something else tomorrow, take the rest of the
day off, I will see you tomorrow," Ray said, and went silent.

   "I can work the rest of the day," I said, but no response.

   "Let me work out the day, Ray," I said, again no response.

   Dejected I put away the cleaning equipment and headed home to the empty
house.  I changed into some shorts and a top.  I cleaned the kitchen and
vacuumed the floors.  I guess the work helped me think.  This was a once in
a lifetime opportunity, I don't think we could ever find another way to
have Ryan go to Harvard.  Who the fuck am I kidding, it will never come
again in ten lifetimes?  Hmm, could I go through with it?  It certainly was
wrong to think of fucking your own child, even if he was a grown man now.

   If I just let the opportunity happen, and he chooses to act on it, then
it wouldn't be me forcing anything.  It would be a gift, and it would be
his hard work that would make more of the opportunity.  I could not turn
this down, it was indeed life-changing, and tomorrow I was going to accept
the challenge and let the chips fall where they may.

   Ryan was a little later than usual, I had already made dinner, and his
food was keeping warm in the oven.

   "How was school," I said, to start a conversation and stop me from
thinking about the offer anymore.

   "School was excellent, the tutor was right about the direction the
school was taking." He said, eating his food too fast.

   "Slow down you will get sick," I said, laughing.

   He finished eating, and while I was washing up, Ryan hugged me from
behind, and I could not help feeling his warmth.  He headed for his room to
study, and I took a shower and went to bed, still trying to think of a
reason not to take the opportunity, but found nothing that would make me
turn this down.

   ____________________________________________

   I was reaching out to press the button when I heard a click, and I
pushed on the massive door, I walked through the house to the spare room
and on the bed was the black crotchless panties, from the first week.  I
took off all my clothes and put on the panties and walked upstairs to the
hall and stood outside Ray's door.

   "I accept the offer," I said, to the door.

   "You don't know what it is yet," Ray said,

   "Harvard," I said, still facing the door.

   "But you said."

   "He can never know, and I mean ever, and it will be him doing it of his
own choice, I will do seductive things, but he has to come to me, how long
have I got," I said, and waited for Ray to confirm the offer was still good
and I hadn't lost my chance.

   "No time limit and he will never know, just your employer being
generous," Ray said, ending my anxiety about being too late.

   "And what about these panties," I said, with my arms out.

   "You look so beautiful in them the other day I thought you could spend a
week in them for double pay," Ray said.

   "Challenge accepted for that too," I said and went back to work.

   I worked all day on the rooms going down the hall, and each one was
going to take a day at least.  As it got close to five, I had to ask some
questions.

   "What has the cameras in it," I said, while bending at the waist for
viewing purposes.

   "I have a car waiting for you to take you home and the driver has some
boxes in the trunk for you.  I have made some notes on the phone on the
kitchen bar, take it it's yours, and the cameras use the phone to send a
stronger signal until I can set up some wireless internet for you," Ray
said.

   I went to the kitchen and picked up the phone, made a show of wiping my
pussy with a tissue, leaving it on the counter where the phone had been.  I
got dressed, but left with the crotchless panties on, and headed for the
door.

   "Good night, Ray," I said, as I was about to walk out the door.

   "Text me if you need any more instructions on setting things up or what
a horny son might like to see," he said, as I closed the door.

   The car was thankfully not the big black limo I was afraid of, it was
simply a larger car with a friendly driver who helped me with the boxes
when I got home.  I had about an hour or so to set things up.  Most of it
was simple, an old-looking lamp with a glass base that must have the camera
in it.  I put it in the hall and plugged it in.  I read the message on the
phone, and it said to point the arrow in the direction you wanted to video.
The lamp had two arrows stuck on the base; I pointed each direction in the
hall, one towards my bedroom door and one to the bathroom door.

   I did the same in my bedroom and the bathroom with a small clock and a
picture frame that sat on bedside tables and shelves.  I then had to race
to make something for Ryan and me to eat.  We were eating better now that I
had some money to buy food.

   "Mom the food is great," He said, stuffing another too full fork in his
mouth.

   We cleaned up after dinner, and again Ryan gave me a big hug from
behind. I just moaned and let him hug me all he wanted.  I went to the
bedroom and checked the phone, a message from Ray said "All the cameras are
working fine, move the one at the end of the bed a bit higher." and a clip
of the bedroom one came up, and it was looking at the base of the bed.  I
moved it and headed for the bathroom, I made plenty of noise running the
bath, and I had the door ajar a few inches.

   I lay in the bath and washed my body and paid plenty of attention to my
boobs.  As I got out, I wiped myself putting my leg up onto the edge of the
bath to dry one then the other; I resisted the urge look at the gap in the
door trying not to scare Ryan away if he had chosen to take a peek.  I took
plenty of time to moisturize all of my body, running my hands over my
shoulders and breasts.  Applying a thin coating of moisturizer all over me
than making sure it is well worked into my skin, down over my stomach and
onto my pubic mound with its covering of light blond curly hair.  I kept my
pussy lips clean-shaven as well as my legs and underarms.  Just a thin
strip of my blond hair above my clit was all I had.  I always enjoyed
shaving because it turned me on every time I did it.

   I crossed the hall naked again and left my bedroom door slightly open
and pulled out my dildo from the bottom drawer, leaving my sheets at the
bottom of the bed.  I started by sliding the head of the fake cock inside
of my pussy, I needed no artificial lubricant as I was making enough of my
own.  I positioned the head at my opening and pushed a little savouring the
feeling of it spreading me open, I let out a breath and pushed a little
more sliding the first few inches into me.

   Rocking my hips, I hunched against the cock, slipping the next few
inches into me, then with a grunt pushed it all the way home.  I started to
pump the cock in and out of my pussy.  Slowing down when I felt the orgasm
rising, and then humping faster once it passed.  I kept this up for what
must have been twenty minutes until I couldn't stop the orgasm this time, I
could feel my pussy and ass pulsing as the orgasm started, and I let out a
groan.

   "Oh, Ryan, you feel so good inside me," I said, it had just slipped out.

   I just held the dildo deep inside myself and waited for the waves of my
orgasm to stop crashing over me.  I didn't know if I was being watched, but
the orgasm was the biggest one I had ever given to myself, and I was
conflicted by the reason it was so strong.

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   Everything seemed normal at breakfast, and I pushed Ryan out the door
with a hug and a kiss.  I was out the door a few minutes later and on the
bus to work.  I was walking up to the door when I heard the click and
pushed the door.  I went to the spare room and took off all my clothes,
only leaving the black panties without a crotch.

   "Did he peek at me," I said, I had to know.

   "Good morning to you too," Ray said, throwing my jibe back at me with my
eagerness.

   "Sorry Good morning Ray, but I have to know if he watched any of that.

   "I have a TV set up in the room at the other end of the hall if you want
to look for yourself," Ray said, sending me almost running up the stairs.

   I got to the room, and there was a large TV plugged into the wall.  It
was black when I walked in but when I sat down the screen flicked to life.
I could see the bathroom door, and the other smaller square had the view of
the hall.  I saw me going into the bathroom, and I could see the light from
the gap in the door.  Then nothing for a long while, just as I was
beginning to worry it had been all for nothing, Ryan walked up the hall and
stopped outside the bathroom door.

   He stood there watching me, and the smaller screen switched to inside
the bathroom.  It showed me getting out of the bath, and the large one
showing Ryan rubbing his cock in his pants.  As I was finishing applying
the moisturizer, Ryan slipped quietly back to his room.  I saw myself
crossing the hall, and the small screen switched to my bed, and when I made
a few sounds, Ryan was drawn to my door like a moth to a flame.

   I watched as Ryan opened his fly as I bottomed the dildo out in my
pussy. The action on the screen was turning me on so much I was worried I
would leave a stain on the bedspread.  I slipped my fingers into my pussy
and looked back at the screen, only noticing the camera lens at the top of
the TV as I did.  On the screen, I was humping my hips and getting ready to
cum, and when I called out Ryan's name, His body started to jerk in time
with the spurts of cum coming from his cock.  I saw one hit the wall and
the rest drop to the floor, Ryan took off his t-Shirt and mopped up all the
cum from the floor.

   "Sorry," I said, and started to cum on my fingers.

   "It was easily the hottest thing I have ever seen.  Both then and again
now with your reaction," Ray said, when I had composed myself.

   "It was more than I had hoped for," I said, still looking at the screen.

   "There is a little more this morning," Ray said, and the feed continued.

   The time at the bottom of the screen said 9:30 that was only a few
minutes ago.  Ryan was back at the house, he walked into my room and picked
up my dildo and looked at it then searched through my hamper, pulling out
my used panties, and bringing them up to his face.  He had them to his nose
and dropped his pants playing with his cock and smelling my panty crotch
until his body started to jerk, then he pulled the panties from his nose
and spurted into them.  He placed them back at the bottom of the hamper and
left for school.

   "What's next," Ray said, after stopping the feed.

   "I have an idea, I will go home with a pulled muscle in my back, I have
done it before, and the remedy is a hot bath and a back rub from Ryan.  If
he is going to do anything, it should be the start he needs," I said,
heading down the hall to start the cleaning.

   I finished the room I started yesterday, I admit my heart was not in it
today, my mind was on Ryan.  I made myself lunch at one.

   "Do you think he will do it," Ray said, as I was wondering the same
thing.

   "I was thinking the same thing, I at least know he is interested,
judging from the panties," I said, sitting in just crotchless panties and
not being very ladylike with my legs.

   "He would have to be dead to not be interested in that body, son or
not," Ray said.  I could hear the smile in his voice.

   "I am glad you think so," I said, cleaning up the kitchen after lunch.

   "I will have a car for you a bit early, I will let you know when he is
here, and you can get dressed."

   The car came at 3:30, and I dressed to leave.

   "See you tomorrow, Ray," I said, as I was closing the door.

   "Good luck," Ray returned.

   The nice man helped me to the car as I hunched a little to carry the
story of the bad back.  He helped me from the car to the door, and as I
fumbled with the keys, Ryan came around the corner.

   "Are you alright Mom," He said, holding my arm.

   "My back again," was all I said, handing him my keys and thanking the
driver.

   Ray took me in and sat me on the couch.

   "I need a hot bath and one of your famous massages," I said, making
sounds of my distress at the appropriate moments.

   "I will run a very hot bath," He said, being very concerned.

   He took me into the bathroom, and I had him help me with my shirt and
slacks.  Then he backed out of the room, I lay in the bath for as long as I
could stand the waiting.  I got out and dried myself, wrapped myself in the
towel and started to move slowly to my bedroom.

   "Here let me help," Ryan said, taking my arm.

   He laid me down on my bed, and I slid the towel from under my body and
pushed it down to just cover my bottom.  I knew it was lower than that, but
I was faking that I was having trouble reaching back and pulled the towel
lower than I would think was polite.  I was sure a bit of my ass crack was
showing.

   "Where does it hurt Mom," Ryan said, pouring oil on his hands.

   "Lower back and top of my glutes," I said, trying to point at my back.

   "Don't worry, I will do the whole back," He said.  Perfect.

   Ryan started on my upper back and worked his hands from the spine to my
sides, moving from the lower back to the shoulders and then my neck.  I let
out a low moan as he soothed my body.  He was kneeling over my hips, and as
he reached higher on my shoulders and neck, I could feel his stiffening
cock on my bottom.  I think he was worried I might protest and moved to my
legs kneeling between my parted feet.

   The feeling of my son working his hands up the back of my legs was
wonderful, and I let out a small involuntary moan of approval.  He started
on my calves and then worked up to my thighs; I let my legs slip a bit
wider with the pressure of his rubbing.  He rubbed the oil right up to my
ass cheeks and under my towel, and I let it slide higher without protest. I
could feel the moisture from my pussy trickling down between my lips and
tingle as it hung from my erect clit.

   He must be able to see my pussy and probably my anus as well, but I was
not going to flinch, he could have anything he wanted all he had to do was
take it.  Ryan slid his hands to the insides of my thighs, and the pressure
of the strokes widened my legs, and he slid his hands higher as my lack of
protest made him bolder.  He moved them within an inch of my rosebud; I let
out a low moan but remained still.  He leant forward and ran his hands over
my lower back, and as he moved forward and up my back, I could feel his
covered cock brushing between my thighs.

   He went back to between my thighs and rubbed more oil in between them, I
was slippery all over the back half of my body, allowing his hands to
freely roam over me.  The towel had fallen to my side; he slid his fingers
along my ass crack to my rosebud, sliding his fingers over it on the way up
with each stroke.  I could feel his erection on my ass each time his hands
reached my shoulders.

   I was quivering by this time and couldn't decide whether to push him now
or just stay passive when he broke the silence.

   "I know this is wrong, but I can't help it," Ryan said, sliding his
fingers over my anus again.

   "Is it wrong, really, I love you, and you can have me if you want me," I
said, turning over and looking at Ryan with a hopeful smile, "Front now."

   Ryan was shaking too, he could hardly hold the oil bottle, and he
lathered the oil on me and went to work massaging my front.  I just watched
as he did my legs and hips missing my pussy as he used more oil on my
stomach and breasts and sliding higher onto my upper chest and I could feel
his erection on my pussy.

   "I think you can let that thing out of its prison now," I said, nodding
at his trapped erection.

   He just nodded and undid his shorts, kicking them off.  He oiled his
hands and ran them over my pussy this time, I parted my legs to give him
room, and he slipped his fingers along the sides of my pussy lips,
extracting a moan from my lips.  I shuddered as his fingers grazed over my
clit and he moved his hands up my front to my breasts, pinching my nipples
with his cock slipping between my thighs as he did.  I lifted my knees and
spread my legs, allowing him all the access he wanted.

   Ryan slid his hands onto my upper chest, and his cockhead ran along my
slit.  All I had to do was rock my hips forward, and his cock would slip
into my pussy.  I stayed still while his cockhead was sliding along my
pussy cleft and over my clit, I could feel every bump and ridge and it
causing me to climax.  My body started to shudder, and my hips bucked.

   "Stop moving Mom or I will," Ryan started to say.

   The first spurt of his cum hit my cheek and left a pearl white stripe
down my body over my breast to my navel.  The second one hit my chin and
ran a line down my chest, and the third and fourth ones splashed to just
under my breasts.  The remainder trickled down his shaft and into my pussy.
I had never seen so much cum, I was covered.  It was a beautiful mess.

   "I am sorry Mom, I couldn't help it, you were so beautiful, and you
moved your hips just when I was trying not to cum," He said, hanging his
head.

   "I had an orgasm, I could not stop moving if I tried, and I am thrilled
that I excite you so much," I said, lifting his head and looking into his
eyes.




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