I finally found a job because of a selfie Mum sent me on Messenger.
I heard the alert tone from my phone and, as I unlocked the screen, her message appeared next to the bubble.
Outfit check, Honey?
She was a highly sought-after consultant and she was away on the east coast, having been hired by some corporation to work her magic to fix their nosediving morale. Despite her years of experience and the high praise she'd received for her work, she was still somewhat nervous every time she started a new project.
I opened the app and glanced at the photo, fully intent on sending back a generic reply, telling her that she looked fine. But, as nice as Mum's outfit looked, something at the side of the picture grabbed my attention. Because the shower stall was made of glass, I could see a dildo suction-cupped to the wall.
I stared at that dildo for a long, long time.
It wasn't until I saw the typing indicator —
…
— show up that I realized that Mum would know I'd seen the photo.
It's bad, isnt' it?
I quickly began to type out my reply, hoping to stop Mum's nerves from spiking too much more than they already had.
It's bad, isnt' it?
No! You look fine, Mum.
Then what took you so long to reply?
Some cheeky part of my brain took hold of my hands and typed out the response before the rest of me could think through the possible consequences.
It's bad, isnt' it?
No! You look fine, Mum.
Then what took you so long to reply?
You taught me to put my toys away when I was done playing with them. But you've left yours in the shower since last night!
Mum's icon dropped to the bottom of the screen as soon as the message was sent. She had been waiting for my reply with the app open. Almost immediately, the typing indicator showed up again. It's little animation looped over and over and over, the wait making me more and more nervous to read her response. I desperately hoped that I hadn't done irreparable harm to our relationship.
It's bad, isnt' it?
No! You look fine, Mum.
Then what took you so long to reply?
You taught me to put my toys away when I was done playing with them. But you've left yours in the shower since last night!
Last night? I only finished playing with that half an hour ago, lol! A good cum helps calm my nerves almost as much as talking to you does!
I just about dropped my phone. I had never felt comfortable talking about things like that with her, so her just openly admitting that she'd been fucking herself with a dildo only a few short minutes before she'd messaged me was shocking, to say the least! That strange part of my mind took over again, and typed out another message.
Well, now I know why you've gotten along with all my girlfriends so well…
You're a fan of big cocks as much as they were!
Really? That's good to know, Honey.
But, back to the point. /Fine/ isn't what I'm going for. I need to look professional! Do I have to change, or is this outfit good?
I shook my head, mildly amused at how casual Mum was being about the whole thing. I could only come up with one response.
It's more than fine. It's the same outfit you've worn to the last seven projects you've done.
Thank you, Honey
You've know how you've been unable to find a job?
Would you like to come work with me on my next project?
I've always struggled a bit to work my magic on a mostly female workplace.
I think it could definitely use a man's touch.
The offer was completely unexpected.
I dunno… I don't even know the first thing about what you do, though…
That's fine. I'll send you a video or two today, showing you how I do what I do.
And, if you like what you see, I'll give you some one-on-one training before we leave. Does that sound okay?
So, are you interested in working with your mother?
Because if you were telling the truth earlier, then we can make a /lot/ of money together!
When that first short video came through later that afternoon, with Mum's pussy being split open by a complete stranger's cock right in the middle of frame, I couldn't agree to her offer fast enough! It did take me a while to pick out the right pic to send as evidence, though.
So, are you interested in working with your mother?
Because if you were telling the truth earlier, then we can make a /lot/ of money together!
What do you think? Was I lying?
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