Cleaning and dreaming

Cleaning the house in your new outfit is a constant fight. With every move you make you feel the skirt swaying dangerously close to the point of flashing your pussy. At the same time your boobs threaten to hop out of the top with every breath.

After you are done vacuuming and wiping the floor you realize that you have never in your whole life thought so much about your clothes as now. Definitely another part of your moms devious plan you train you into her perfect slut-daughter. This might be worse than being naked, you curse when one tit threatens to jump out for the fourth time.

As you pass the big mirror in the hall you can't help but look at your reflection. Your beauty is as stunning as it was the first time you saw this body. Gorgeous curves hugged tightly by the barely-there outfit your mother dressed you in. Your male mind has to agree that having such an eye candy walking around the house is the dream of any red-blooded man. Your body was built for sex and to be enjoyed. You can't even say that the pleasure of fucking is one-sided. Never before were the orgasms as intense and fulfilling. You can feel your nipples getting hard remembering your mom fingering you, and immediately see them poking through the thin fabric of the maid uniform top. You try your hardest to keep on disliking the fact that you were turned, but deep down you have realized that this might not as bad as it sounds.

You turn to your profile and imagine what you would look like pregnant. It would start by barely showing a little baby bump. Then it would grow and grow, from barely visible to the big round belly that tells everyone about the new life growing inside you. What will it feel like to have the baby kick for the first time? Lost in your thoughts you stand there petting and stroking the imaginary baby belly. You don't even notice it when your mom is standing in the doorframe, silently watching you. Watching the little smile that has stolen its way onto your face.

The loud bang of a hammer swung upstairs in your bedroom gets you back to reality. Quickly you look around, but you are alone in the hallway. You shake your head banning all these thoughts from it before continuing your way towards the bathroom to clean the shower cubicle.