Errands

After your mother has finished her considerable plate of food, she declares that she has some errands she needs to run today. "Do you want me to take you anywhere?" She asks as she finishes her coffee. "Or would you rather stay home today?"

"Um... Uh... Ugh..." You look at her as she stands up. Her cock is now completely soft and limp and sways heavily between her legs like a pendulum.

She notices your gaze and smiles. "I know how much you loved that," she says softly. "And I love that you enjoyed it so much. But we still have to live our lives and get our errands done. And we're practically out of food already. We need more milk, bread, and butter." She pauses and tilts her head in thought. "And we're about out of toilet paper too."

"Besides, you have to give a lady time to recharge. I'm not sixteen anymore," she adds as she cleans up her plate and cups. "It will take maybe two hours; you could do some chores in the meantime. Do the laundry, mop the floors, dust, vacuum..."

You nod silently as she heads towards her room to get changed into her regular day-to-day outfit of jeans and a blouse. She returns a few minutes later, dressed as usual. "Alright, baby, see you in a bit."

She heads to the front door but pauses for a moment. "Doug?"

"Yeah? What?" You ask as you turn around to her.

"Love you!" She answers. You smile at your mother as she closes the front door behind her.

You clean the house as you wait for your mother, who is running late due to an unexpected traffic jam. You work diligently, doing each task thoroughly, yet quickly. There's a sense of responsibility in you that wasn't there before. Your mother works so hard to support her family, so you should work just as hard to support her. Before you know it, you have cleaned the kitchen, living room, bathrooms, and entrance area. You're about halfway done folding the laundry as the front door opens. You look up to see your mother come in, smiling and happy as she approaches.

"Hi, mom! You're back... Great! I'm almost done here. Just a couple more minutes..." You say as you're folding a black t-shirt.

"Wha-? Who are you, and what did you do with my son? The Doug I know wouldn't be doing chores like that. He'd be out riding his bike or playing computer games." She grins as she walks toward the kitchen to unpack her grocery bags (not without pinching your ass as she walks by) where she makes a sound of surprise. "You cleaned the entire kitchen, too? By yourself?"

You grin sheepishly. "Uh... Yeah..." There's a huge satisfaction in hearing your work being noticed and appreciated. "And the two bathrooms, too. It's no big deal. It's been a while since I've done any chores..."

"I can't believe it," she gasps as she sees you continue to work. She looks around the living room, finding it spotless. She then glances at the pile of folded clothes and runs over to inspect it. "Oh my! Doug, I didn't expect that at all. You've really matured, haven't you? I'm so proud of you!"

"You're doing so much for us, so I figured it's the least I can do, mom," you reply. "You work so hard for us every day. I want to do my part as well."

Lisa places her hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes with pride and affection. "You, young man, have just earned yourself a big reward. Tell me what you want, I'll make it happen. Perhaps a new bike? Your current one is rusting."