"...I think I'll need to fine-tune a couple things," Jeff fought to keep looking at his mother's smiling face, but his eyes kept dipping to her cleavage and the thin scraps of sheer cloth covering her breasts.
"Your slave-mom is here to serve you," She said as she slid her knees apart, her short skirt rising slightly, "however you wish." She finished in a husky seductive voice, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
Jeff swallowed convulsively. He could see his mother's pubes. He'd never even really thought about his mother's pubes, and there they were, on display for him. Curly and a darker red than her long auburn hair, they looked, damp? What the hell was he doing staring at his own mother's pussy?
"Um, how 'bout you go make me a sandwich?" Jeff squeaked out. Damn! He'd never have guessed his mom was so kinky, she was totally getting into this whole sex slave thing! And mother or not it was totally erotic for a woman to be showing him the most private parts of her body, and well, he had put her in the costume to begin with.
"What kind of sandwich would you like... Master?" Jeff's mother pushed her breasts out slightly and ran the tip of her tongue along her lips. Jeff managed to look up from her latest display and gazed into his Mom's heavy-lidded eyes. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute and sweat beginning to run down his cheeks he was blushing so hard. The throbbing erection in his pants wasn't helping his peace of mind any either.
Then his mother...