Cory, a single mother with a sadistic son

Peter had just received the call. After exhibiting some strange behavior at work, his mom was sent to her doctor, where she was diagnosed with AGS. After giving her very specific and clear instructions to return home, the doctor phoned Peter to inform him of the situation. Is this really happening? Thought Peter. For too long he had fantasized about this scenario, but he never expected it to become a reality. Women with AGS were practically sex slaves at this point. Even the government had started to largely ignore the situation since there wasn't much they could do about it. Cory had raised her son all on her own, and they spent most of their time together, even after Peter grew up. He got a job as a programmer, allowing him to do most of his work from home, but Cory kept pestering him to move out and get a life of his own. He refused, saying he wasn't making enough money to pay rent. In reality, he made more than enough, but he couldn't admit that the reason he didn't want to leave, was his unhealthy obsession with her. I can't be blamed for falling in love with my mom, she's gorgeous! That's what he told himself. After hanging up the phone, he got to work making some calls of his own. He called her work, telling them that she had been diagnosed with a terminal disease and that she wanted to spend what little time she had left with her family. He planned to keep her home at all times, so he couldn't have anyone question her sudden disappearance. There were some more calls to be made, but at that point he heard the front door unlock. He rushed to greet his mom. She smiled and spoke upon seeing him.

"Oh, hi Peter! I met a lovely gentleman who told I should come home early today. How nice of him."

She was truly oblivious to the situation. Peter began to enact his plan.

"I just received the call. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, thank you. But what was that about a call?"

"You were fired from your job, don't you remember? They said that you were completely useless and that even after all this time they couldn't find anything that you could do right."

Her smile went away upon hearing those words. How could have she forgotten about that?

"O-Oh, dear that's right. And I thought I was doing well too... What should I do now? I guess I should start job hunting."

That was the response Peter was waiting for.

"Well, there aren't any jobs that you can do anymore. The company you were fired from owns pretty much everything, so they'll turn you away no matter where you go. And if a female isn't employed for longer than 24 hours, they're sent to the local butcher so that they can be useful as meat. It's the law I'm afraid."

Cory looked mortified.

"Oh no! No, no, there must be something we can do!"

She took the bait, now it was time to reel her in.

"Well.... I suppose there's still private employment. A man can hire you to be a house ****, but no sane man would hire a woman at your age. But don't worry, as the man of the house, I'll hire you. I don't want to see my mom butchered."

She looked overjoyed.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

Cory rushed to hug her son, but he stopped her.

"Hold on, being a house **** is a big responsibility. I love you, but I need to make sure you're up for the job, otherwise I'll be **** to hire someone else."

"R-Right, of course. B-But, what does a house **** do again?"

"As the name implies, she's the **** of the house. She's not allowed to leave without permission, and spends her time serving the man of the house. Cooking, cleaning, laundry...."

He paused for a brief moment and grinned before finishing his sentence.

"...and of course, sex. Those are all basic needs a man has."

Cory seemed worried.

"I'm fine with the other stuff, but.... you're my son.... I can't..."

Before she had a chance to finish, Peter spoke.

"I'm already an adult, so you've done your duty as a mother. We're basically strangers now, so there's no problem with us having sex. And if you still feel uncertain, I can always call the butcher."

Cory spoke up in a hurry.

"N-No, that's fine! You're right, as long as you're an adult, then I'm not really your mother. I'll be your house-**** sir, and I won't let you down."

Cory placed her arms on her thighs and wore a triumphant expression on her face. She was the very picture of a girl who had just passed a job interview. Peter spoke up.

"We'll see about that. I need to see what you're working with here. You're still on your trial period, and I need to make sure that your body can satisfy me. Take off your dress."

"Yes, sir!"

With a smirk and a blink, she pulled up her dress, leaving her nude, save for her panties.

Peter couldn't believe this was really happening. His mother, who was trying to get him out of her house just a day before, was now stripping for him. He had peeked at her while she was changing numerous times, but now he was actually allowed to touch her. He walked up to her to have a closer look. She remained still as he grabbed her breasts and gave them a good squeeze. She smiled.

"Mhmmm... You like my tities, Peter?"

He pinched her nipples.

"Ouch!"

"Remember you're the house **** now. You must either call me Sir, or Master."

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again."

Satisfied with the way she addressed him, Peter walked further into the house and laid down on the couch.

"Come and pull off my pants. It's time to put you to work."

Cory happily sprinted towards the couch, where she layed on top of Peter's legs. Then, as ordered, she began to pull down his pants.

"*Gasp* You're so big, Master."

She looked in awe of her son's cock as he was ready to give his next order.