Ethan leaned back on the couch with a casual smile, taking a slow sip from his drink before looking at me. "Your mom didn't tell you?"
I shook my head slowly, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. "No… I just got to know."
Ethan raised an eyebrow, still sounding completely relaxed, like this was just another normal conversation between friends. "You don't have any problem with it, right? Your mom says she likes it."
I looked at Mom with a mixed expression, my chest tightening with a heavy mix of confusion, shame, and something darker I didn't want to name. She stood there like a proper maid, eyes lowered, her face burning with embarrassment.
She didn't say a word. She just stood silently, her massive bare breasts on full display through the lewd cutouts of her maid dress, the heavy, soft globes swaying slightly with her breathing. Even with her age her tits looked soft and perky. The way she remained quiet, accepting everything without protest, made something twist painfully inside me. She looked so humiliated, yet she didn't argue. She just stood there, waiting for whatever came next.
Max spoke in a low, casual voice, like he was commenting on something completely ordinary. "Man, you won't believe what she can do as a maid. She's really committed to the role."
Ethan nodded, grinning lazily as he swirled the drink in his glass. "Yeah, we thought it was just going to be a fun game at first, but she's doing so good as a maid. She takes it seriously. You should see how well she follows orders."
Max took another sip and looked at Elena with an appreciative smile, his tone still light and casual. "Isn't her dress so sexy? I had it made specially for her. The cutouts were my idea. Makes serving much more enjoyable, don't you think?"
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Really…?"
Max chuckled softly, still sounding completely relaxed. "That's not all. Let me show you something better."
Max called out to Mom in a calm, commanding tone, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Elena, bring that."
Mom understood instantly. She bowed her head slightly and left the room without a word, her short maid skirt riding up slightly as she walked, showing the full curve of her ass and the thin black lace panties stretched, digging softly between her cheeks. The garters on her thighs stretched with every step, and her massive bare breasts bounced heavily through the cutouts in her dress as she moved.
I stared at the door after she left, my mind spinning. "Where did she go…?"
Ethan patted my back lightly and passed me some snacks, his voice still casual and friendly. "Just wait for it. It's her special service that she gives. You'll like it."
My mind was racing. Special service? The thought of what that could mean made my stomach twist with a sick mix of shame and unwanted arousal. I kept seeing Mom's flushed, embarrassed, but obedient. She wasn't fighting it. She wasn't saying no. She was just doing it.
After a while, the door opened again. Mom came back into the room, but this time she had something in her closed fist that I couldn't recognize properly at first. She walked in front of us and bowed gracefully, her massive bare breasts swaying heavily with the motion, the soft, heavy globes jiggling freely through the lewd cutouts in her dress.
"Sir, I brought it," she said softly, her voice respectful and low.
Max nodded with a wide grin on his face. "Good. Then go ahead and do it."
Mom took a small glance at me, her face turning even redder with embarrassment. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her voice quiet. "Do I have to… do it right now?"
Max's voice was calm and firm, like he was just giving a simple instruction. "Yeah, right now. Rob wants to see it too, right?"
I nodded in agreement without knowing what they wanted me to see, but the whole suspense filled me with a strange, heavy curiosity that made my cock throb against my will.
Mom stepped closer and knelt down in front of Max without any hesitation. She reached forward and slowly pulled down the zipper of his pants. His cock sprang out, already half-hard, thick and heavy, twitching slightly in the open air. She wrapped her soft hand around the base and leaned in, her face moving closer to his cock.
Without saying a word, she stuck her tongue out and dragged it slowly along the underside of his shaft, from the base all the way up to the swollen head. She licked him thoroughly, running her warm, wet tongue all over his cock in long, slow strokes, coating every inch with her saliva. The wet, obscene sound of her licking filled the room as she worked her tongue around his shaft, swirling it around the head and flicking it teasingly over the tip.
Max's cock grew harder with every pass of her tongue. It twitched and pulsed in her hand as it slowly stiffened, becoming thicker and longer with each shameless lick. Mom kept going, licking him like she was savoring the taste, her tongue moving greedily over his now fully erect cock. She didn't rush. She took her time, making sure every part of his thick shaft was wet and glistening with her spit before finally pulling back.
A thin string of saliva connected her lips to the head of his cock as she moved away. His cock stood fully hard and throbbing in front of her face now, shiny and slick from her thorough licking.
Ethan let out a low chuckle from beside me. "Damn… now for the best part."
Then I saw the small bottle in her fist, it was oil. She opened the cap and poured a generous amount onto her massive, bare breasts. The clear liquid glistened as it ran down the soft, heavy globes, making her pale skin shine under the light. She used both hands to smooth the oil all over her tits, rubbing it in slow, circular motions.
Her fingers sank into the soft, warm flesh, spreading the oil until her entire chest was slick and glistening. The way her heavy breasts moved under her own hands, the oil making them look even more obscene as they jiggled and shone, made my cock throb painfully in my pants. She kept rubbing the oil between her milky bags, making sure every inch was coated, the slick sounds of her hands on her oiled skin filling the room. Her nipples were hard and slippery, and she rubbed between her tits with the oil, creating a lewd, shiny mess on her chest.
Ethan watched with a lazy grin, his tone still casual. "She's really good at this."
To be continued...
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