Mom's Maid
Submitted on 05/20/06
Just a quick note from the author: I've gotten much response from readers
for my stories, and thanks all for reading and writing. Any critique, good
or bad makes it worthwhile. There has been some confusion however in the
authenticity of my tales. The stories are based on factual events,
especially the 'Bonnie' episode. I do embellish though, and while the later
stories do have elements of fact, there is also much fiction as well.
Hopefully this does not detract from any reading enjoyment, as we all are
here for the entertainment after all. Thanks.
Carnaj
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Mom's Maid
I woke with a start that next morning as my blankets were ripped away. I
blinked, slowly coming awake and confused as I saw my mother standing over
my bed with a wide smile stretching her face as she stared down at me.
"Good morning," she said pleasantly, her gaze drifting down my body first,
then shifting to the sheets as she held them up for inspection. It took me a
moment to get it together, but finally I remembered and realized what was
happening. My mother had come home from work early the day before and had
caught me with my shorts down, lying on the floor and masturbating to one of
the women on one of the home shopping channels. Needless to say, she was
pissed and quickly laid down the law- a NEW law that I would be following
from then on.
"I see you were a good boy last night," she grinned, dropping the sheets and
moving her hand to the elastic waistband of my shorts. She hooked a finger
in and pulled them down to expose me, nodding as she checked me out and
ignoring the flush of red that crept into my skin. "Good boy," she purred,
letting the elastic snap back. "Get cleaned up, then come out to the living
room."
I watched as she strode out of the room. She was already dressed and ready
for work in a dark dress suit and heels, with her hair done up in a bun I
saw and sighed. I had to hurry so got out of bed and cleaned up as she had
said, then joined her in the front part of the house. She was digging
through her purse, her trench coat on and ready to walk out the door as I
joined her.
"I taped a list of stuff for you to do today on the fridge," she said,
producing her key ring from the folds of her bag and jangling them. "I want
them done, and I will be inspecting your work when I get home." She grinned,
hoisting her purse to her shoulder and placing a hand on the front door
knob. "It's not a lot, but it'll keep you too busy to play with yourself
today. AND you better get everything done," she said sternly, "or you WILL
regret it."
I nodded that I would and she smirked. "Say good bye," she said, sliding her
foot forward and cocking a hip to rest her hand upon. She chuckled as I
dropped to my knees and kissed her shoes good bye. Then with a laugh she was
out the door.
I sighed, sagging and depressed as I stared at the closed door. My father
must have left for work already I figured as she was totally without
hesitation in ordering me about. He always worked long hours, and truthfully
I had not even seen him in a couple days as my mother had sent me to bed
early the night before. He would not even know what was going on, and I did
not know how he might react if he did. I had no doubt that my mother had
some cover story for him as to what was happening should he find out, and at
that moment I did not have a clue as to what to do to get myself out of
this. I had made my own bed so to speak, and then and there the best thing
to do was to play it out and see what happened.
After a bit of sulking I finally got to my feet and went to the kitchen. Mom
or dad had made coffee and there was still a couple cups left so I poured
some and finally inspected my 'job list' on the refrigerator. It was not too
long, and nothing was too hard I saw as I scanned the list of chores.
Nothing that my sister and I had not done before to help out: Make the beds,
gather the dirty clothes, vacuum, and dust, wash the dishes, etc. She listed
I should clean the bathroom; toilet, tub, sink, as well as scrub the floor.
Nothing hard as I said, just demeaning in the way she said it. I was
apparently to be her maid in my punishment, just a drudge doing all the shit
work that she usually did. I sighed again, feeling sorry for myself, then
finally went to work.
Like I said, it wasn't hard. In the end though it turned out to be a lot, on
and on, which was what she wanted. To keep me busy so that I couldn't beat
off, not that I was going to anyway, you understand. Still, I did as she
wanted. I vacuumed the carpets all over the house. I dusted and polished the
furniture. I made the beds and washed the dishes and gathered all the dirty
clothes that were strewn throughout the house for the laundry. I scrubbed
the bathroom sink and toilet, and I was on my knees leaning into the bathtub
and scrubbing the dark ring around the drain when I heard her clear her
throat behind me.
"Ha-hah," I heard her laugh, stifling a giggle and I jumped. I had not even
heard the front door close, or the sound of her walking through the house I
was so into my job. "Hard at it I see," she said with a smile as she stepped
into the bathroom. I looked back over my shoulder and up at her as she
towered over me, watching as she glanced about the room. She was still
dressed in her dark business suit, but I noticed that the bun of her hair
had loosened a bit, and she had a pencil shoved into the nest hanging at an
odd angle.
"Not bad," she said with a satisfied nod. She sat down then on the closed
toilet seat and promptly crossed her legs, her foot kicking slightly as she
nodded at me to finish up. "Glad to see that you can do as you're told," she
said as I finished up, licking my lips and burning with humiliation as I set
back to my task, "and no bullshit." I grunted a response and rinsed out the
tub, finally finished and started to rise.
"I see you didn't do the floor," she commented and I glanced down to see the
toe of her black leather pump edging at the bathroom rug to reveal a bit of
water stain; a smudge on the tile and some grit.
"I was going to do that next," I answered, watching as the toe of her shoe
shifted across the dirty smear, scraping through the grit. She must have
noticed where my eyes were focused as her foot started to rhythmically tap a
short staccato beat on the floor.
"What were you doing all day then?" she asked, still tapping the foot on the
floor while the other bobbed and kicked not too far from my face. I looked
up at her and saw that she was expecting an answer, her expression calm but
curious, her eyes narrowed and intense.
"I was working hard all day," I replied, looking up at her. "I did
everything else. I wasn't expecting you back so - "
"Shut up," she snapped. She folded her arms across her crossed knees and
leaned towards me. "I don't expect excuses. I expect results. I promised you
rewards, but you didn't do what I told you to. Now you get punished."
"That's not fair," I whined, instantly regretting it as I saw her eyes go
wide.
"What?"
"It's not fair," I repeated a little softer. "It was too much. And you came
home early. I couldn't - " The toe of her shoe shot up and thumped me in the
chest, kicking me hard enough to shut me up from the shock. I looked up at
her, into her angry face and cold eyes.
"No excuses," she said, glaring at me. "I work all day AND do the house
work. No reason you shouldn't get done. What, were you day dreaming?
Fantasizing about me or your sister again?"
"No!" I cried, rubbing my chest where she had kicked me. Suddenly her foot
came up again and I cringed.
"Maybe you need more incentive?" she said and I found myself staring at the
gritty sole of her shoe. "Kiss it!" she commanded.
I stared at the bottom of her shoe for a second, then licked my lips again
and leaned in. I kissed the dirty sole of her shoe. I heard her laugh and
she shoved, knocking me back so I sprawled onto the bathroom floor.
"Scrub this floor and be quick about it and maybe you'll get some more," she
said, standing up again and looking down on me. I was sort of half slumped
over on the floor and she seemed to tower over me, totally dominant and in
control. She had quickly learned how to press my buttons. And with that she
simply stepped from the bathroom.
I heard her moving about in other parts of the house as I sucked it up and
got back to work. At that point I was craving 'reward' as she had put it,
but too I did not want her to punish me. She had said something the day
before about taking me over her lap, and though the thought of that got me
hot and hard, I did not want it to come to that.
When she finally came back in a few minutes- maybe half an hour- I was on my
knees and scrubbing at the grunge around the back base of the toilet with a
frenzy. I felt a sudden weight on my back as she placed her foot on me and
realized that she had changed into her slippers. I froze, but she twisted
her foot in and ground her heel saying, "Keep going."
I finally finished, but she held me down and in place for a few moments
before stepping back and off. I backed out and away from the toilet and saw
that she had indeed changed from her business suit and pumps and into her
shorts and a shell top, wearing her slippers as she looked down at me and
inspected my work. She held a beer in one hand as she took a drag from a
cigarette in the other, smirking as she eyed my efforts.
"Not bad," she finally said again, "but too slow. If you want your reward,
you better do better in the future. You get what you earn, remember?" She
turned and walked away, and I simply watched, sagging. I had tried my best,
and thought I had done good, but apparently I was wrong.
"Come!"
I almost got up, then remembered my new place and finally crawled out into
the other room to find her sitting in her chair and watching television.
Without a word she gestured towards the space before her chair and when I
was in position she simply raised her legs and plopped them onto my back,
crossing them at the ankles. I stayed kneeling there on the floor as her
footstool for almost two hours as she watched TV before she finally spoke to
me again.
"Go get me a beer," she ordered, raising her legs and allowing me to crawl
away again. I hurried into the kitchen and returned with a beer, which she
took after commanding me to open it. She then placed her feet on the floor
in front of me.
"You may kiss my slippers now."
I knelt low and started to place gentle kisses on the toes of her scruffy
slippers. They were dirty and fuzzy and they smelled of her feet but I did
not care. I enjoyed it, and I certainly did not want to get punished. After
a bit she cocked one to the side and told me to lick the sole, and I did.
After the day's hard work I was now in heaven. I did not care that this was
my mother, and I quickly became intoxicated with the heady smell of feet,
relishing the task at hand. At some point she shifted her feet to allow me
at the other sole and I moved to accommodate. Throughout I could hear her
breathing hard, and the occasional sigh as she enjoyed the attention, and
that somehow made me lick all the harder.
"Stop!" she said after awhile, and then, "Sit up." I did and saw her looking
between my legs as I knelt before her. I was hard with excitement, and she
knew it. I could tell by her knowing smile.
"Had you done like I said I'd give you a chance. You didn't finish your
chores though, so that's all you get." She glanced up at the clock, and then
back to me. "Try harder tomorrow. Now get to bed."
I blinked, staring at her for a moment, but she simply stared back as though
daring me to protest. I needed release, but I knew that if I complained I
would never get it. I sighed finally, nodded.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, turning to crawl away when her foot tapped me on the
shoulder. I glanced back at the sole of her slipper up in my face.
"Kiss me good night."
I kissed the sole of her slipper and slunk off to my bedroom with her final
warning to be good through the night. I crawled into bed at barely seven o'clock
again, tossing and turning in frustration most of the night.
It was hell, but somehow I managed not to masturbate.
To be continued.
Story © Carnaj 2006
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