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Paying Off Mom Part 1 For Kacacarrotcake By Draconicon

Iggy had hoped that the general malaise that came from college would dissipate after he dropped out, but the feeling continued well into the second week of being free from classes. The stingray wanted to have fun with his life, wanted to see the positives of being free, but...

Well, it was hard to do that when he was seeing his bank account shrivel up more and more with each passing day.

Knowing that he owed his mom thousands of dollars was bad enough, but he also owed the bank more than he could ever easily repay. They were going to come knocking in a week or so for their usual payment, and unlike when he'd been in college, he was kind of cut-off. His mom had said that she would be happy to let him stay rent free, but if he was no longer going to school, he needed a job to start making something of himself.

He sat in front of the computer, as he had been doing for the last hour, looking at the different positions that were open in the city. Data entry, receptionist, store clerk, mechanic: all of them either required experience that he didn't have or were well out of easy reach for affordable employment.

Ugh...

The stingray sighed, leaning into his hands as he glared at the screen. There was no way in hell that he was going to get any of those jobs with his current qualifications, but he couldn't just go back to school. The pressure from his classes had almost crushed him, and he knew that there was no way that he'd be any better going back now. Maybe later, when he'd had some therapy to start figuring himself out, but right now...

Right now, he needed to live, and to live, he needed a job.

A blush burned into his cheeks as he remembered what had prompted him to quit school in the first place. The feeling of his mom's dicks against him, feeling them sliding into his hole and lifting his tail in the hot tub. He shivered slightly, shaking his head as his cocks started rising up at the memory.

"Gaaaah. Stop it. Stop it. She's your mom."

And she'd told him that he could probably make a good living by whoring, too, something that still embarrassed him. Sure, he had a decent figure, but the idea of just putting his ass out there, putting it on the line to make a living...

Iggy grumbled, the young stingray slapping his cheek.

"Snap out of it. You gotta find a job."

He went back to scrolling through the lists, trying not to think about his mom sitting naked at the edge of the hot tub again, her breasts bare and her nipples hard, her dicks rising up and the slight scent of her pussy in the air. He stuck out his tongue slightly, and he almost swore he could taste it again.

Wait...

He could!

Iggy blinked, sputtering as he grabbed his tongue and rubbed it almost raw. He gagged as he grabbed his water, chugging it down and panting for breath almost immediately afterward.

What the fuck?

He looked at the water, and then at his door. He'd heard his mom come home from the store half an hour ago, but he'd just assumed that she'd gone for a lie-down after being in town. But now that he was actually paying attention to something besides the computer screen, he realized that the house smelled like sex. He could smell her pussy, and beyond that, he could smell something male, too...and not just her...

A shiver ran down his spine as he got out of his chair. He opened the door a crack, and suddenly, what had been muffled no longer was.

"Oh, fuck yes...get that dick in me, you slut..."

Oh god...

That was his mom, alright. There was no mistaking her voice for anyone else's, and it was just loud enough to send a shiver right down his spine and into his own dicks. They throbbed up in his sweatpants, and common sense told him to slam that door shut right then and go back to the job search. There was nothing good that would come of -

Nope, he was already out the door and walking down the hall, insistent on seeing what was going on. Some part of him cursed his curiosity, while his libido praised it.

He walked down the short hallway, seeing his mom's doorway already slightly open. He could hear the thump-thump of sex on the other side, the thunking of the headboard against the wall, the wet smack of flesh on flesh. He knew that his mom had to be having...fun...but he didn't know how she'd managed to sneak a partner into the house without him knowing.

I shouldn't...

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but remember her in the hot tub again, naked and aroused, kind and caring, perverted and loving at the same time. He wanted...

He wanted to see what she was doing.

He slowly pushed the door open a bit further, and his eyes widened at the sight.

His mom's fat ass was slamming back against a lion's cock, forcing that barbed shaft as deep into her as it could go. One thrust, two, three, always forcing the lion to meet her halfway. She had her hand on a leash, pulling the slender feline in close every time that she wanted his dick inside of her.

It was a perfect view of that rump from behind, and his cheeks burned as he realized that he was staring at her so shamelessly. He shouldn't be looking at his mom that way, even after she'd fucked him, but...holy fuck...

Sure, some people would have been turned off seeing her dicks slapping against her stomach every time that she yanked her lover forward, but he sure wasn't. His cocks were just as hard as hers in his sweatpants, and it took everything he had not to yank them out and just beat them off right then and there.

More to the point, the lion looked like he was in heaven, particularly as he grabbed his mom's ass and gave it a hard spank.

"Mmmph, fuck, Ailsa, you're just as sexy as ever."

"Call me Mistress, Fyacin...you know where you belong."

"Mmmm, yes, sexy Mistress."

Iggy blushed, his hand pressing down to his bulge as he watched the lion's cock disappear into his mom over and over and over again. Each thrust seemed to take her further, each bounce seemed to make her that much hornier and more eager for the rest of that dick. His eyes followed those balls, watching as they slapped off the base of his mom's cocks.

And the more that he watched, the more he wondered how he'd feel in the same place.

The stingray's cheeks burned as he watched the lion speed up, thrusting harder, grabbing those purple ass cheeks tighter as he started grunting and growling. His mother chuckled.

"Mmmm, getting close, kitten?"

"You know it..."

"Go ahead...blow..."

And with that, her lion came, and he came hard. Iggy watched with wide eyes as his mother's pussy filled to overflowing, dribbling cum out of her sex and down her thighs, dribbling all over the blankets as the lion kept spurting. She didn't quite cum herself, but god, she looked close.

As the lion pulled back, there were strings of seed connecting Iggy's mom to the feline's crotch, and the sight of that dick, still half-hard, was definitely impressive. Not quite as big as the shafts that his mom had shoved up his ass -

Mmmph...

But nice enough. He blushed as he thought about how he might have felt to be under him.

It only got better when the lion pulled a pair of pants off the floor, dragging out a trio of twenties from his wallet. Iggy stared at the notes as they were passed over, and his mom counted them out.

"Good doing business with you."

"And you. Hot as ever, m'lady."

"Always will be, Fyacin, always will be."

The lion chuckled, giving a nod as he started getting dressed. Iggy, on the other hand, took that as his cue to leave, and quickly, before he could be seen. He darted back to his room, shut the door behind him, and made sure that it was locked tight as he walked over to his bed and sat down.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...

His cocks were hard as stone, and he could barely make them bend together as he grabbed hold of them. The stingray leaned back, panting hard as he humped into his hand, shivering as he imagined the scene again.

He honestly didn't know what he wanted more. He could have been the one paying his mom for her pussy, for the privilege of being on top, considering that was the only way that he would ever be the one fucking her rather than the other way around. He could feel her tight holes clasping onto him, pulling him deeper.

The sin of incest was almost as hot as the idea of that lion paying to fuck him, instead. Even if they'd been fucking the entire thirty minutes, the fact that his mom had earned sixty dollars off that meant that she was making more than five times the minimum hourly wage out here. There was no way that she was making less than a few hundred a day.

The very idea sent a shiver down his spine, and he wondered how that would feel, to know your body was the main way that you were making your money, to know that there was nothing in your head that people wanted, only between your legs.

The idea alone pushed him over the edge, and he came hard all over his stomach. He bit off a moan by shoving his face into a pillow, and he whimpered and blushed as he imagined his mom knowing what he had just done.

She might make you pay for the right to see her like that again, he thought.

That only made it hotter, somehow, the idea that he could end up being one of his mother's clients. God, the idea of paying her for...for that...

Why does something so wrong sound so hot?

He didn't know. All he knew was that his body was begging for another round, and he was pretty sure that there was no way that he was going to be able to say no.

The day passed quickly after that, and Iggy did his best to keep his eye on the computer and the job boards that he was supposed to be applying through. Every time that he got distracted, though, he imagined trawling through the personals and seeing if there was anyone willing to pay for a good time. He caught himself before he started actually looking, thankfully, but it wasn't easy.

I don't need to be a prostitute, he thought. Besides, what if I get caught?

The idea should have been sufficient to knock him off that thought, but instead, he just started fantasizing about cops frisking him, and then 'searching' his ass for a deadly weapon. The idea of being bound up in prison, taking dicks...

Every time that the stingray tried to snap himself out of it, his perverted imagination seemed to find some other fantasy to latch onto. It was beyond frustrating, and he honestly didn't know what to do about it. Even when he was able to focus on applying for normal jobs, all he could think about was what he might do to perv it up a little bit.

I'm not a slut!

But his mom could make him feel like one.

A knock at the door almost made him jump out of his skin, and he spun around just as it opened. His mom looked in on him, smiling slightly.

"Iggy? Dinner's almost ready."

"Already?"

"It's almost seven..."

He blinked, looking at the clock on his computer. So it was. He had been working so hard that he hadn't even noticed the time passing. That...was disturbing.

At least he hadn't been rock hard when he'd spun around to answer his mom, though. That would have been beyond humiliating. Sure, there was a bit of stiffness, but the young stingray was pretty sure that wasn't anything noticeable.

"I'll be right out. Just gotta finish one more application."

"Sure. I'll have your plate ready."

"Thanks."

She shut the door, and his cheeks burned as he imagined her in nothing but an apron, completely backless, showing off her ass and -

"GAH!"

Iggy slapped his cheeks several times, snapping himself out of yet another fantasy. His hormones were way out of control, and he needed to do something about that before he made another lusty mistake.

Dinner was good, as ever. His mom had always been a good cook, and she loved to show off when she got the chance. Tonight, she'd made a lovely duck dish with some fragrant rice, as well as a bunch of fried veg. It came together with a wonderful, somewhat spicy sauce, something that made it all the tastier to him.

He was halfway through his plate when his mom spoke up.

"So, have you thought about being a whore again?"

Iggy almost fell off his chair at the question, sputtering and losing a small chunk of duck in the process. His ass was halfway off the chair before he managed to catch himself, gasping for breath.

"Mom!"

"What? You were the one staring at me earlier."

"I - you keep showing off..."

"Iggy..."

She leveled her eyes at him, her chopsticks dangling from her fingers. Her white hair flopped over her face as she smirked.

"I know you were watching."

"..." He gulped, looking down at his plate with cheeks burning hot enough to cook another meal on. "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on. Don't play coy with your mom, now."

"I didn't see anything!"

"You didn't see the lion paying me the $40?"

"I thought it was $60..."

Iggy slapped a hand across his face at the inadvertent slip, and his mother's chuckle only made it worse.

"Okay, okay, I was...watching."

"I know. I could feel you staring. You okay?"

"I just...didn't expect it."

"You know your mom needs to make some money on the side."

"Yeah, but...that's..."

"How do you think I paid for the duck tonight? You know that doesn't come cheap."

He nodded. He was well-aware of the price of meat at the grocery store these days. It might have been more expensive in other parts of the world, but it was definitely on the rise out here.

That wasn't the point, though. He could still see his mom on her hands and knees, still see her fat ass jiggling from each and every impact of the lion's hips against her backside. He could imagine her, see her in his mind's eye as she took cock again and again and again, could almost feel it in his own ass as he imagined himself in her place.

His cocks throbbed under the table as he stared at his plate, unable to think of what to say. All he could do was kick his legs back and forth in silence.

Eventually, his mom sighed.

"Did it bother you that much, hmm?"

"It didn't...bother me..."

"Just made you think about it?"

"...A little."

"Heh. Of buying me, or being me?"

"...Both."

"Well, I did say that you could make it as a whore, you know. You've got the ass for it, Iggy."

"I've been trying to forget that you said that."

"Why? It's a compliment."

"Yeah, but..."

"Still concerned about the incest side?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I won't tell if you won't."

She nibbled a piece of duck, as unconcerned as all that. The fact that she had that much confidence only made it worse, in a way. It felt like she had all the answers and he had none of them, like she had that much of a step up in life and he was still figuring it out.

He tried to distract himself with a bit of the food, but it was hard to enjoy it when he was still trying to figure this out. What was he supposed to do with his life, really? What was he supposed to do when his mom was a whore and he was supposed to find a way to start making a living for himself?

"Look, maybe I can make this a bit easier for you, huh?"

"How the heck could you make anything about this easy, mom?"

"What about rewards?"

Iggy looked up just in time to see his mom taking off the apron. She wasn't naked under it, but she was definitely in something showy. A lacy bra, one that barely covered her nipples, and one that really showed off her bosom, was complemented by an equally lacy pair of panties that hugged her dicks in the front, barely keeping them from popping out. His cheeks burned as he looked down her body, knowing that he would be able to just make out her pussy behind them, knowing that she was showing off for his benefit and his alone.

She cleared his plate out of the way, sitting in front of him, her hips almost making the table lean towards the pair of them before she took better control. Her feet lifted off the floor, pressing against his thighs and forcing his legs apart.

There was nowhere to look except at her, at some part of her, whether that was her long legs or her lovely pussy or her throbbing cocks or her bouncing breasts or her -

"Mmmmph!"

He had a hard-on from hell, two of them, and his mother's toes danced on them, making them throb that much more.

"Tell you what, Iggy. I'll make you a deal, and I bet you anything that you'll never get a better one than this."

"W-what?"

"For every thousand dollars you pay me back, you get to have one night where you can do literally anything that you want to me. Anything at all, whether that means fucking my pussy, or shoving a fist up my ass."

His eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as he stared at her, his mouth hanging open. The idea of having his mother as a total...well, was there any other way to refer to it but 'slave' for the night? That was something that most people would never dream of. Mostly for the taboo, but still.

She pressed her feet more firmly to his dicks, forcing them to stay spread, making him shiver as she rubbed them through his sweats. Every stroke made him gasp under his breath, clenching his teeth.

"But, there's a downside."

"A...a downside?"

"Yes. For every hundred dollars that I have to pay for your loan, you have to do the same thing for me."

His eyes were already on the verge of bugging out of their sockets, and if it was actually possible for them to pop free, he was pretty sure that statement would have made it happen. The idea of being leashed, tied up, put down on the bed for her...

It should have been a bit scarier than it actually as, but now that he thought about it, it only made him harder. What the fuck? What the actual fuck?

"Now, mommy has a lot of friends that would be willing to 'help' you," she said, pushing his cocks back up with her toes, making them pop past the edge of his waistband. "But she has to make sure that you're good enough to send to them...if you want to go for that sort of job, anyway." She chuckled. "After all, I know you were applying all day long for all those other jobs. Maybe you should keep trying with them."

Iggy didn't even bother trying to answer that. He knew that there was no way that he was going to get a real job in the space of a couple of days, and more than that, he knew that there was no way that he was going to get a paycheck to actually cover the loan payment in the next week. If he had to have his mom pay it off, he was going to be whoring for her, anyway, so...

"Maybe...maybe I could do it..."

"Mmm?"

"For a week. Until I find a real job."

"Heh, is that all you can do, Iggy?"

"I...I..."

"Well, I can't blame you. It's a hard thing to try."

He nodded, only to yelp as she pulled his head forward. His cheeks were pressed against her cocks, his face right between them, and he breathed in the soft musk from her male parts with a shiver running down his spine.

"But if you're going to be a whore for me, I need to learn just what you can do. That means doing a try-out with mommy. Are you ready for that?"

"I...I didn't expect..."

But he wanted it. He wanted it so much more than he was able to admit, and that scared him and enticed him at the same time. The younger stingray reached up, grabbing his mom's dicks by the base, and he started squeezing them, stroking them.

She only allowed him a few of those, though, before she took his hands away.

"Ah ah. I didn't say that you were using those. I want to see how well my boy can use his mouth."

"I...okay. On...both?"

"No, we'll start with one. That's what most of the clients will have, after all, and I don't know how ready you actually are."

That was something to be thankful for. He hadn't known if he would be able to handle both dicks at once, and he was a little leery of trying that before he had a chance to get used to the whole situation. The fact that he was blowing his mom...

God, he couldn't believe that he was already this comfortable with the incest part of the whole thing. This wasn't supposed to be how people acted with each other, not how families were supposed to be, but here he was, sitting at the dinner table, getting ready to try out for his position as his mom's whore. He blushed as he leaned in towards her right dick, giving the tip a little lick.

It was a little saltier than he expected, but with plenty of that familiar flesh and cock taste that he was used to from cleaning up after himself. He knew how cum tasted, though his mother's was a little sweeter. He imagined that was from all the fruit that she had in her diet, while he had a lot of sugary things in his. That must have made a big difference.

It was nice and pointed, too, so it didn't hurt to get it into his mouth. There was no sudden stretch just at the head, as he had read that there would be with horses. Instead, it was a slender tip that was easy to wrap his lips around.

He gummed at it slightly, giving it some gentle attention, but his mom didn't start oozing too much pre just yet. Nor was she forcing him down, the way that he had half-expected her to. Instead, she watched him, her cheeks turned up in a smile, and he knew that she was measuring what he was doing, how he was taking it, how far he was willing to go.

Well...maybe I can...

Iggy looked at the dick again, felt the way that it rested on his tongue. Stingrays were supposed to be good with their mouths and throats. Maybe...

He pushed forward, managing to take more than half in one go. His mom groaned softly, her hand rolling up and down her free cock in a lazy masturbation, and he felt his cocks throb all the harder between his legs as he realized that she was enjoying what he was doing for her. He was...he was doing good.

"Good boy."

That was only making it worse and better at the same time. Being called a good boy made him feel like he wasn't disappointing her, but it also pushed how much younger he was...

God, he was serving his mom. How the fuck was this feeling so good?

He kept sucking, bobbing his head up and down, sucking that tapered, pointed tip into his throat before feeling the first little gag. He coughed slightly, his neck not quite ready for that long thing, but he was determined to see his mom happy.

He pulled back to the tip, then thrust his head forward, again and again forcing the tip against the back of his throat. He closed his eyes tightly, focusing entirely on trying to swallow it without making himself gag or throw up.

One, two, three, four thrusts, and he managed to get within an inch of the bottom. He was swallowing hard, his throat trying to clamp up and stop him.

Come on, just a little more.

Iggy thrust his face forward again, feeling the tip of the cock sliding into his throat, feeling the clenching, feeling the gasping and hacking that wanted to come up. He swallowed, pushed forward -

And he felt a soft 'pop' in his neck, one that had to mean something good, considering he wasn't gagging anymore.

"Theeeere we go. That better, Iggy?"

"Mmmph..."

"Now, swallow. You want to get used to that; a lot of cocks are going to be even longer, so, you'll need to learn how to take them this far, fast. Once it gets to this point, it's easier."

Easy wasn't the word for it, exactly. It was more that it wasn't trying to make him puke anymore. The sheer length of his mom's cock was enough to hit the right spot, thankfully, and not irritate the back of his throat. The stingray boy panted softly, swallowing hard around the shaft, working to keep it in place. Every time that he so much as wiggled, he could feel it close to sliding out of that spot, and he knew that was going to make it hard to deal with again.

He stayed there for almost a minute before his mom pushed him back again. The feeling of the tip of her cock scraping - even slightly - against the back of his throat was enough to start the gagging up again, but he was able to control it. Mostly.

He was panting for breath as she pushed his head back, but she was smiling. That was good...he hoped.

"Well, that's a good start. You'll need some practice before you're ready for some of my friends, but..."

"How...how big are some of them?" Iggy managed to ask.

She held her hands up slightly over a foot apart. He stared at the sheer length, and actually 'meeped' when she pulled her hands slightly further apart, nearly a foot and a quarter.

"Sorry, misremembered at first."

"You take..."

"Yeah, Fyacin's a good guy, but he's not the biggest one."

And here he thought that his mother was doing good with the lion. The idea of something that big...

He looked down at his stomach, pressing his hand where it would have to be once it got into his asshole. He ran his hand further and further up until it was nearly at his belly button. The stingray shook his head in awe, looking back up at his mom.

"You do...that?"

"Regularly."

"Wow."

"Well, you'll learn. Speaking of, your turn to bend over the table."

He knew what that meant. As his mom hopped down, he stood up, pulling his sweatpants off. Even though it was kind of humiliating, he knew that this needed to be done. If he was going to...to whore, he needed to let his mom pick the right people for him.

Even if that meant that she had to fuck him to find out what his tolerances were.

She pushed him over the table, not hard, but firm. With one hand on the back of his neck, she gently raised his tail and ran her hand up and down along his rump. He could feel the way that it sank in when she pushed on it, and he could hear her chuckling, too.

"Looks like you've been skipping your exercises."

"Well...I was relaxing."

SMACK!

"EEP!"

"Well, I guess the jiggle's pleasing enough. No more fat than this though, understand?"

"Even with your fat ass?"

He could feel his mom glaring at him there, and he yanked his hands back to his butt.

"Sorry! No more, no more!"

"..." His mom shook her head, rubbing his butt, instead. "Sorry. I didn't mean to glare like that. Just looking out for my son. Don't want you to get out of shape."

"I know, it'll turn off the clients..."

"No, I mean for you. It's hard to work off when you get older. Trust me, I know."

He looked back at her, then, cocking his head to the side. As far as he could tell, she looked great. Sure, she had taken on a little bit of curves in the waist and stomach, but no more than a little bit. The fact that she went running every day, the fact that she worked out more than most of the students in his classes had, meant that she was in great shape. It was only the fact that she was starting to reach middle age that it she was starting to lose that battle.

"You look great, mom. You look really, really good."

"Aww. You're sweet." She smiled. "Not going to save you from a pounding evaluation, though."

"I know..."

He hiked up his ass a bit, pressing his hands against the table. The stingray took a deep breath, keeping his tail up high.

"Okay...ready."

The End