Cory's trial

"First, I'll need to make sure you can give me good blowjobs. I won't always have the time to fuck you directly, so you'll need to be able to satisfy me on your own. Let's start with something simple: See how much of my dick you can fit inside your mouth."

"Yes, sir!"

She happily did as she was told, wrapping her lips around her son's cock before pushing it further and further inside.

This is heaven, thought Peter.

"Aaaah! How was that, Master?"

"Hmmm... It's a good start, but you must do better than that. Keep practicing until you can fit in the whole thing."

She grinned and started to properly blow him off, making sure to test her gag reflex every now and then. While she was bobbing her head on his dick, Peter thought about the future. He makes enough money to feed two people, so having her home at all times wouldn't be a problem. But Cory was quite popular. The news of her supposed disease would spread like fire across her work, and it would only be a matter of time before it reached the ears of all her friends and relatives. The gig would be up and he would be fined the second someone cared enough to come check on her. As Peter started to wonder if what he was doing was really worth it, he looked at his mother's face. She noticed him looking, and took a brief moment to smile at him and lick her lips, before getting back to work. I'll work this out, Peter thought. This is heaven.

"Alright, that's enough practice for now. Stand up and take off your panties. Let's see if you can handle it when I fuck you."

Cory was kind of excited as she did what Peter said. If that big cock actually went inside her.... She got goosebumps just thinking about it. Peter wasn't idle during all this, as he also stood up and started to strip.

"Lay down on the couch. I'll have you from behind today."

She immidiately did as ordered.

"I know this is my job, Master, but it's been a while since I've last done that, so maybe you could go a bit easy on m-Aaaaaah!"

Without a warning, Peter had already layed down on top of her and **** his cock deep in her cunt. He started pounding without mercy as all his pent up stress started to fade with each pump.

Though she was surprised, Cory held her composure and resisted the urge to scream. As Peter began having his way with her, she thought about the future. Being employed as a house-**** meant that she could avoid the butcher for the time being. As for her duties, she was already handling most of them on her own, so doing them for a living was no problem. As for being Peter's sexual partner... She tried to think if there was any downside, but as he rammed his big cock harder and harder into her, she realized there wasn't any. It had been so long since she had been fucked, and having a dick inside her felt so good. She was fortunate to have such a caring son. Not all men would be willing to fuck their mother, just to save her from the butcher. But she was worried about Peter. Would he really be ok with her as a house-****? There were surely many other women who wanted this job, far younger and more attractive. She was grateful for the chance to live, but as his mother, she had to think about what was best for him. But those thoughts were interrupted as Peter's frantic rythm threw them off the couch.

"Ouch... I know you're pent-up, but...."

"Shut up! Aaah! I'm about to cum!"

He pulled out and brought his penis in front of Cory's head. Not long after, his load came rushing through.

She enjoyed every drop. Cory thought back for a moment. You know what? I don't mind this. He said so himself, I'm no longer his mother. If he decides to keep me as a house-****, then let him. If not, I'll figure something out.

"So, am I hired?"

"Huh?"

Peter had gotten so engrossed in the moment, he had forgotten the script for a moment.

"O-Oh, yeah. You're hired. I think I'll be fucking you for a good while before I get bored."

Success, Cory thought. I've passed the job interview.

"But no more yelling at me. I may not longer be your mother, but that's no reason to tell me to shut up."

If she didn't set the boundaries now, there would be no containing him later, she thought. Peter thought for a moment, before answering.

"But you told me to never treat you kindly again. You said that I should punish you for being so incompetent, and that I should yell at you and beat you whenever I felt like it."

While she couldn't recall the conversation at first, it did sound like something she would say.

"Oh, that's alright then. Someone as useless as me deserves to be yelled at and beaten."

"That's right. Now go make me something to eat, cunt! And then go tidy up my room. Since you'll be working 24/7 as a house-****, I'll be sleeping in yours from now on."

"Yes, Master!"

She ran off to the kitchen, leaving Peter to devise his next scheme.