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Being Mom's Partner

Part 4

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

Iggy gradually began to learn how to handle the various issues that would come up with his clients. While it took him a longer time to learn how to take clients that weren't perfect just to pad out his numbers, he also learned how to channel and manage them so that he didn't hate what they made him do. It was a learning process, but bit by bit, the stingray was starting to learn how to do it.

Of course, that meant that he was also regularly getting a bad night of sleep, not sleeping in his own bed, and probably ending up with less actual stress-relief than sex used to give him. He was put through all kinds of weird situations, from roleplaying and dressing up as his mother with Mistress Moxie to being infested with all kinds of different parasites by Doctor Pasterson, to getting dragged around the park on all fours while naked as a dog, and...well, the clients had all kinds of weird perversions.

The only things that made it worth it were the slow expansion of his own kinks - helped along by his mother giving him a new way of seeing them - and the sheer amount of money that was coming in. He looked at his bank account one morning, and he whistled.

"Yes, dear, I know I look sexy," his mom said from the hallway.

"No, no, that's not it."

"What's the matter, then?"

His mother poked her head into his room, and he waved her over to the computer. She leaned over his shoulder, only to whistle in the same high, long way that he did.

"Right?"

"Is that everything for the month?" she asked.

"Doctor Pasterson is still due for half, but..."

"That's still very impressive."

Thirty-thousand dollars for the month. Being retained for any calls, any moment, meant that he was getting paid a fairly hefty amount of change, and most of that was going into his mother's debts. He only kept two-thousand a month for himself, and that was more than enough for his hobbies.

Well, mostly.

He looked back at his mom, and saw that she was smiling at him. He blushed.

"What?"

"Just...I'm proud of you."

She kissed his cheek, patted his head, and turned around. He blushed, glanced back at his account, and then back at her.

"Hey, uh, mom?"

"Hmm?" she asked, turning on her heel.

"I was thinking."

"About...?"

"Would you, uh..."

"Yes, Iggy?"

"Would you like to go to the spa with me?" He nodded back at the screen. "I can treat us to a massage or something. I've been thinking of getting one to relax with, anyway, and I thought you might -"

"Heh, are you sure you won't be embarrassed to have me come with you?"

"..."

"Heh, I'm joking. Sure, Iggy. You want to book it, or should I?"

"I'll get it done. Thanks, mom."

"Thank you," she said, and then left.

He shook his head, turning back to the computer screen. Well, if they were going to do this, he might as well find a good one. Cheap, though. He didn't want to spend all his money on this. If there was that much of a debt based on the kitchen, there might be others that his mom hadn't told him about.

Always good to have some money squirreled away for a rainy day, even if you didn't think that day would ever come.

They arrived at a place called The Floating Lotus, which was jammed into a little strip mall that didn't really give it much of a chance of living up to such a grand name. Regardless, he put on the best smile that he could as he and his mom got out of the car.

"Interesting choice," his mom said, her voice teasingly neutral. "Should I expect to pay with sex at the end of this?"

"No way. If anyone does, it's me," he said.

"Really? You think that I'm not as appealing."

"Um...well, I got the fatter ass, now."

"Oh, you."

She chased him around the car for no less than three laps before they both collapsed with the giggles. He still wasn't going to let her pay, though. That was non-negotiable, as far as he was concerned.

He walked through the front doors first. The walls suffered from glued-on leaves and branches, making it look almost like a jungle retreat on a budget, and the red panda woman at the front desk was dressed in something that was almost insultingly appropriated from the far east. She bowed at the waist, smiling at them.

"Welcome, welcome. First time?" she asked.

"Uh...yeah."

"Will you be wanting standard massage, or...extra options?"

...I should have read the yelp reviews...

If she meant what he thought she meant, that would actually be rather pleasurable. He hadn't had the chance to cum properly with someone else pushing him and serving him for...well, ever, and he wouldn't mind the chance to be eased out of it rather than pushed through it. He looked over his shoulder. His mom was in the process of locking the car, so she didn't have to know...

"Um, sure. Let's go with the extra options."

The red panda winked, nodding for him to follow her. He held up a hand to slow her down.

"The reservation was for two people."

"Ah, yes. Is that her?"

"Yeah, she'll be here in a moment."

"Yes, yes."

His mother didn't take even that long. She stepped inside as soon as the red panda got out her second yes, and then they were led back to the rear of the building. Not that far a trip, really, though the air was thick with incense that was just warm enough to make his head feel a bit funny and make him wonder if they had other things that they were burning. Maybe a little weed or something.

At the very least, he was already feeling relaxed.

They reached one of the back rooms, the one closest to the door out of the back of the building, and the red panda bowed to them again as she opened the door. The room was plain enough, with a simple speaker in one corner playing soft mandolin music, and a few incense sticks to choose from between the massage tables.

"Please, get as comfortable as you like. Your masseuses will be with you soon."

"Thanks, girl," his mom said, taking a towel and stepping inside. He followed after, still burning a bit in the cheeks.

It wasn't the first time that they were naked together, but it was the first time that they had done that in public. His cheeks did eventually stop burning like the sun, but it took him some time to get completely naked, while his mom was bare and nude almost instantly. She didn't even bother with the towel. She just laid down, her breasts against the bed and her arms folded under her head as she waited.

"Well?" she asked.

"Getting there, mom."

"You're not still shy, are you?"

"No, no, just...it's public, you know?"

"You could always go somewhere else, if it bothers you."

It didn't. It was just...new, that was all. He stripped out of his pants and shirt, and after a moment's hesitation, shucked off his underwear. His sandals joined his mother's at the door, and he laid down just in time to avoid getting embarrassed as the door opened.

He barely watched as the crocodiles stepped in, the soft crick-crack of them popping their knuckles making it clear that this was going to be a deep-tissue sort of massage. Iggy groaned, lowering his head a bit further, trying not to think of sex for a little bit. He was here to get off the job, not be on it and thinking about getting fucked again. No more sex thoughts, no more sex thoughts for five minutes.

Of course, the first thing that the masseuse grabbed were his ass cheeks. He groaned under his breath.

"Why there?" he muttered.

"You are very tight," the crocodile said. "We'll need to relax you."

"You can start higher, can't you?"

"It's best to start at the core when you're this tight."

The core was a few inches higher, but he wasn't going to get them to agree to that, he felt. He sighed, lowering his head against the towels and pillows, letting the crocodile get to work.

Admittedly, it felt better than he expected. It was not a difficult, painful massage, though he did feel the twinges of his muscles being forcibly un-knotted and pushed to a better position. He groaned under his breath with each little knot coming loose, but soon, he was feeling looser and more limber than he had felt in days.

He groaned into the pillow as the massage started working outwards from his ass cheeks, working into his thighs and then a bit further down from that. His legs started tingling from the crocodile's touch, and he let out a shaky sigh.

"Sounds like yours is enjoying his treatment," the crocodile massaging his mom said.

"He seems to need it."

"They both do."

She's tense, too? he wondered. I thought that she was doing better.

Then again, she had been hiding the whole 'we're in money trouble' thing from him for a while, and that meant that she might have been hiding other things, too. He just hoped that it wasn't too much.

Shaking his head, he groaned into the bed as the massaging hands moved from his legs up to his shoulderblades. They worked into him, grinding into that bit of tension that was leftover from the park 'walk', and how much he had been pushed in that little scene. He hadn't realized that it had gotten that tense, that tight, until the massage got into it.

More than one pop followed, and he groaned as his back started to finally relax properly. Iggy leaned into the bed, raising his back up a bit for a moment before flopping back down. The more that the crocodile did, the more limp he felt, and soon, the entire right side of his body had gone happy-tingly.

Then the crocodile started on the other side, and he felt himself going so limp, so relaxed, that he couldn't move his upper body. He giggled, even, something that caught his mother's ears.

"Heh, haven't heard you do that in a while."

"Feels gooooood."

"I bet. These boys know what they're doing."

"Thank you, ma'am," the crocodile attending to her side.

They definitely did, and he was more than happy to have bought the session. He could feel his body finally losing all that stress-tension that had popped in over the course of the last few weeks. Even knowing that he had been doing better with his work hadn't been enough to keep him from feeling worried about how this would end up going. He had been constantly thinking of the worst-case scenarios, worrying about where his mother was going to go if he didn't get the money they needed, whether he would be a failure, if this business wasn't going to pay off...

But now it was.

And now he felt good.

I'm paying for a massage every week from now on. This is so worth it.

He sunk further and further into the bed, groaning under his breath and savoring the feeling of the deep massage. His arm could not move anymore, and his back felt like someone had both beaten the crap out of it and taken it to heaven. He moaned under his breath as those fingers worked down his legs again, gradually working at the muscles in his thighs, then his calves, before making their way down to his feet.

Pop, pop, pop.

He didn't know that his foot bones could pop like that, but god, it felt good. He moaned under his breath, shamelessly enjoying himself as the massage worked into the deeper tissues again. He could feel the fingers working down to his toes, and then pulling on them, stretching tendons and muscles alike.

"Ah...ah..."

"That sore, sir?"

"Mmph...that good."

"Heh. Glad you like it, sir."

As the crocodile massaged his feet, Iggy just went with it, shivering happily as his body was dragged deeper into that hyper-relaxed state. The smell of incense wasn't even needed, but...there was something else going on, something else that was still tense.

The more that the crocodile hit certain points along his foot, the more that his cocks started to drag against the mattress. Considering how relaxed he was, there was no way for him to free them, no way to slide to the side and get them out from under him, but that was fine. He liked the hardness, the stiffness, the warmth under him.

Of course, that would mean that the happy ending was going to be that much happier. He giggled under his breath.

"What's so funny, Iggy?" his mom asked, and even her voice was a little slurred.

"Just...thinking of what happens next."

"What happens next?"

"I got the 'extra' options."

"Oh ho, naughty boy."

"Yeah..."

He didn't know if they were going to be the crocs or a different worker, but whatever it was, he was looking forward to it. His face was covered with a smile, and he rolled his head to the side to just enjoy himself.

Some time later, the door clicked. He didn't see who had entered, but he heard the steps of someone coming to the table, and then the rustling of someone climbing under. Someone pulled at a thing under the table, and then -

Flop. His cocks popped out of a hole in the mattress, hanging down, already a little wet and slimy. A feminine chuckle rose from beneath the table.

"Sorry," he managed to mutter.

"Is no trouble. I like it."

A soft hand was followed by a softer mouth, and he groaned happily as the massage was met with a blowjob. He felt both his cocks sliding along a playful tongue, worked against the ridges along the roof of a mouth, and then -

"Mmm..."

That soft moan came more and more often the harder that that mouth sucked him. He felt soft lips running up and down his cocks, pulling them in deep, and then allowing them to escape an eager throat before pulling them in once more. He moaned under his breath, shivering, almost lifting his hips before the crocodile pushed them back down.

His mom was getting the same treatment, though her moans were less restrained. Whether that was because her massage hadn't rendered her so close to catatonic as he had been, or she just enjoyed it that much more, she let loose. She moaned, thrusting down every so often to the point where her bed rattled.

"Mmph...ah..."

"Heh...oh fuck, I got a good one..."

"That...that good?"

"So fucking good."

"Glad...glad you like..."

He was barely keeping from calling her 'mom,' something that would have made this so much more embarrassing, but perhaps that much hotter. He honestly didn't know what it would have done for him at this point, but they were enjoying the massage and the blowjob together. They were enjoying each other, too, as he kept stealing glances at her, at the slight side-boob that he got to see, at the curve of her ass.

And she was looking at him, too, her eyes dropping below the table. He realized that she was staring at his cocks and licking her lips, and he blushed, his cocks throbbing that much harder.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The soft voice from beneath the table got louder, and he realized that his sucker was going harder. Whoever it was, they were jamming their nose right into the base of his cocks, sucking him to the hilt before pulling back, only to do it again, and again, and again, each time sucking him off that much further. He groaned, feeling the tease of tight lips and the hint of teeth against his shafts.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Gonna cum?" his mom asked.

"Nnngh...uh-huh..."

"Go on...cum..."

He wanted to hold out for a bit longer, to enjoy the massage and everything else for a minute or two more, but there was no holding out against that cum-hungry syphon under his table. He moaned under his breath, managing a single thrust before he came into that hungry mouth. Pulse, throb, pulse, throb, the twitching cocks went, and he felt that tongue licking away everything that he produced.

Iggy collapsed against the bed, huffing and puffing. His mother was still going strong, but that was to be expected. She had more experience with this.

"Heh...good boy."

"Mmmph...that was..."

"As good as me?"

"Not even close..."

"Good boy."

He smiled...only to have the smile interrupted by the ringing of his phone.

Iggy groaned. Of course someone would be calling in the middle of this. He strained to reach for his pants, but his arms were still too loose and limp, too rubbery to get it. A black-furred hand reached out from under the table, pulling it free and holding it to his ear.

"Hello?" he managed to mutter.

"Ah, Iggy, just the slut that I was trying to reach."

"Hello, Father Ishmael," he muttered, remembering the badger priest that had been one of the biggest surprises of the bunch. "What's going on?"

"See, I'm in a bit of a bind, my son."

"Is this a sexual bind?"

"Very. I must relieve myself before I face the congregation tonight. I am too lost in my own sinful thoughts to allow myself the purity of the confessional."

"In other words..."

"It's time for you to earn your pay. I'll see you at St. Magdalene's on 5th."

And that was that. He glared at his phone as it was taken away, sighing as he slammed his face into his pillow three times in a row. His mom looked over at him.

"Something the matter?"

"Client."

"Now?"

"Sorry."

He waved at the crocodile at his feet with his tail, and slowly dragged his legs over to one side of the table. It took some time, more than he expected, and he almost fell flat on his face as he sat up. He had never been this relaxed before. If it was going to be like this every time, he was going to have to start putting in some recovery time from now on.

As he managed to get his pants back on, his mom finally started grunting, huffing as she came down the throat of her feline sex worker. He didn't look back, not wanting to be tempted to stick around.

A job was a job, after all. Father Ishmael was a decent man, but he did have a horrendous sense of timing.

He arrived at the church just before four in the afternoon. Rather than coming in his street clothes, he had come in a more schoolgirl outfit. Catholic schoolgirl, as a matter of fact. Father Ishmael tended to have fantasies of driving demons out of the young girls, and that was a good way to help him get off as fast as possible.

As he walked up to the front door, however, a cab came up behind him. Half-expecting to see the Father leaving the cab, he instead saw another 'schoolgirl' leave. One that had the same sort of purple skin as him.

"Wha - mom?!"

The older stingray blinked, looking up at him. The pair of them just stared for a moment, but eventually, his mother's face lit up in a grin. He just kept staring, his jaw dropped as she walked up the steps to join him.

"Well, this is going to be a fun night, isn't it?"

"You...when...why?"

"Oh, Father Ishmael called and asked for a favor."

"He knows you?"

"Well, it's more like I know him. Old thing, something that he used to do while he was in the seminary. Semen-ary, in his case, heh."

"But -"

"Come on. Let's get inside before the wind blows our skirts up."

There was something oddly comforting about stepping through the doors, something that took his shock and turned it in on itself. If he had been here on his own, it would be no less sinful than being here with his mom. They were both whores at the moment, though he was the one that was getting regularly paid. The fact that they were both there to service a man of the cloth was not that bad in comparison.

As a matter of fact...it was kinda hot. And certainly something that made him feel better about doing it in the first place.

"So, when did he call you?" Iggy asked.

"Oh, probably about twenty minutes after he called you."

"Are you going to be good for this?"

"Of course. What about you, noodle legs?"

"I'll have you know my legs are perfectly fine."

"Heh, you were wiggling like over-cooked angel hair on the way out of the parlor."

"Well, better angel hair than devil's cake," he said, flicking her ass as she walked ahead of him.

"What better to tempt a priest?"

"You got me there..."

Iggy looked around. The church was the kind of cliché place, with a long, main chamber that led to the altar at the far end. Very catholic, very ritualistic, very empty and huge. He walked with his mom to the front row, the two of them sitting together. She started to smile comfortingly at him, only to pause as he smirked a bit.

"Heh...that's a lot. What's on your mind?" she asked.

"I'm just...realizing that there's a lot of good stuff right now."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that I was invited here. That I have clients that really, really want me. That they're paying insane amounts of money...and I can make them want me even more."

"Heh...starting to become mommy's little whore, huh?"

"Oh, you'll always be my pimp, mom."

"Mmm, now that's a kinky idea..."

"Or maybe I'll be yours?"

"Don't push your luck, dear."

His mother leaned over, her hair brushing his cheek as she gave him another peck on the neck. He turned and returned it before she could pull back, and this time, it was her turn to look surprised.

Looks like I'm getting better.

The little tease was interrupted by the arrival of the priest. Father Ishmael emerged from beyond the little stand that the priest would normally stand in to deliver his sermon, the badger smiling at both him and the older stingray. The cassocked older man obviously preferred his priestly garments, considering that they hid the rather extensive heft that he tended to carry around with him.

That said, it didn't do much to hide the boner that was already there, one that was starting to strain and attempt to stain the inside of the badger's robes as he looked from him to Iggy's mom and back. There was obvious lust there, and Ishmael hadn't been kidding about running a little hot.

"Oh, thank heavens, you made it."

"I did, but any reason for the, ahem, help?" Iggy asked, gesturing at his mom.

"Oh, I know, I know, you're mine, but I just wanted more than one today. Forgive an old man for needing a treat."

"Oh, I can forgive a lot, but I think it's a bit much to be asked to work with my mom." He turned, looking the surprised stingray in the eye. "No offense, mom."

"No offense taken. I know being outshined by your mother is a bit embarrassing."

"Oh, hardly. I just don't want to hold myself back."

"Oh, now there's confidence. Where did that come from?"

"P-pardon me, but...but did I hear...was that...did you..."

"Mother and son, yes," Iggy said. "By the way, mom, how did you get here so soon?"

"Favors, darling, favor."

He knew that this was not their regular banter, but it was so easy to fall into. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the badger was all but hyper-ventilating at the opportunity that had fallen into his lap. If there was such a thing as a sin of lust, then the poor old pervert was in the full grip of it.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

"Hey, mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I think we need to make a bet this time."

"Mmm, I'm listening."

"Whoever can get him off faster with just tongue gets to fuck the other one tonight?" he offered.

"Darling, you're going to end up under me anyway. It's where you prefer."

"Maybe I want to make you work for it."

"Oh, lord in heaven..."

Seeing that the priest was on the verge of fainting - probably from all the blood rushing right to his crotch - Iggy nodded for his mom to follow his lead. He'd barely done so before he realized just how assertive he was being right now. Why did this little meeting change things so much?

Because this one's mine? he wondered. It felt about right. This one's mine, and she's going to work with me if she wants him.

His mother went along with it, which was all that he could have asked for. They took the priest by the arms, gently taking him back from the main part of the church. He mumbled and gasped and shivered as he realized that he was really going to get a bit of an incestual threesome. Perhaps more than a bit, depending on the sort of things that the Father wanted this time.

A glance at his mom confirmed that she was good with this. She winked at him, and he winked back.

Okay...okay, didn't step on any toes, then.

The more lead that he was allowed, the more concerned he was that he was going to strangle himself with it, but at the same time, he rather liked the idea that he had the freedom to shape his own destiny. It was such a shift from college, and even from the street-walking that he had been doing before this. It was...it was a chance for him to shape not just himself, but his clients, helping form them into people that he was happy to work for rather than people that he just tolerated.

After today, he imagined that Father Ishmael was going to have a hard time not thinking of the double-blowjob that he was about to get. Hell, Iggy might be able to up the contract a bit further if he could promise that his mother would come along a certain number of times a month.

We're going to dip you so far in sin that you're never going to come clean, Father, he thought.

They took him to a back room, one that had a couple of benches and a few mats on the floor. Obviously a prayer room, Iggy realized, and one that was going to be besmirched and blasphemed to bits in short order.

He piled up most of the mats, creating something that would suffice as a cushion for the older badger, and gently nudged him into it. Father Ishmael gasped, his legs falling apart and his cock all but popping out from his robe. Iggy smiled to himself, nodding at his mom.

"Do you want to have the first taste?"

"Mmm, isn't that an unfair comparison? He'll be thinking of me the whole time that you work him."

"Only if you're better than me."

"Oh, Iggy. I've always been better."

"Then prove it, mom."

She winked at him, going to all fours as she crawled between the badger's legs. Iggy smiled all the wider as he watched her take the priest's cock into her mouth, and he couldn't help but throb in his panties as he watched from behind. Her ass looked so very inviting from back here...

Mmmm...confidence...this is a hell of a drug...

The End

Summary: Iggy goes for a massage to relax, and later meets a client for a surprise.

Tags: M/H, M/Unknown, Blowjob, Massage, Naughty, Nudity, Inappropriate Workplace Behavior, Incest, Series, Badger, Crocodile, Feline, Stingray, Priest, Orgasm, Cum, Prostitution,