John has a few favors to ask, then morning

I shook my head in disbelief. Becca's panties had a huge wet spot on the front. This sincerely couldn't be real, but there she stood. Becca, shoving her big naked tits in my face. Becca, wet to the point of soaked panties. Becca. Smiling with her eyes despite Becky Sock filling her mouth.

Becca, just being nice - or less mean or whatever.

I had to see her pussy. "Becca, please give me your panties." I waited, hoping beyond hope that I would see the promised land.

She hesitated, as if considering something. But then she seemed to make up her mind "mmkmm Jmhm," she said around my cumrag. And pulled her little panties down her legs, stepped out of them and handed them to me.

I took the damp fabric from her and realized that I had no plan, I put them down next to me. Then I saw her pink pussy and I caught my breath. It was glistening and seemed to twitch as I stated. "Wow"

Becca blushed. Now she blushes? This was getting kind of ridiculous but I was not complaining.

"Do you want me to touch it, Becs?" I asked with a quavering voice.

She blinked and glanced towards my closed door. After taking a deep breath she exhaled through her nose and shook her head 'no.' "Nm fnnk mmh, Jmhm."

I was taken aback and I think she caught it in my expression, as her expression changed to one of confusion or concern. It was hard to tell. But honestly, despite being within literal arms reach of the first pussy I'd seen in real life, I felt relieved. 'At least there are some limits -for now, I wonder what would happen if I asked nicely- and that means that the world still has some order.'

"Ok, that's ok," I sighed and relaxed visibly. Suddenly, I felt tired, so tired. Today was the weirdest day of my life, but maybe it would go down as being the best day, too. I had a lot to think about, but first I should deal with Becca.

"Are you going to um masturbate when you get back to your room?"

"Mm hmm," she nodded.

"Ok would you keep Becky Sock in your mouth until you cum 3 times... for me?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Mmkrm Mmmk?" She asked pointing to the jizzy tubesock in her mouth.

I blanched before blowing out a hard little chuckle, "heh heh yeah, I named my cock sock after you. So, would you mind?"

She shrugged, causing her chest balloons to catch my attention once more, before she simply said "Mmkm mn mmrmmrm, Jmhm." And then I saw her shiver and she released a muffled whine as she visibly fought her right hand off from her pussy.

This was unreal. I handed Becca back her shirt and she took my meaning and began to redress, sans panties of course. Meanwhile, I rose and and walked naked to my desk. Fishing out a piece of scrap paper, I jotted down a few lines and folded it twice. Turning around, I saw Becca watching me expectantly. Her shirt stuck to her chest like it was pained on, her nipples poky peaks that rose and fell as she breathed. Her thighs rubbed together, squeeIng her denim-clad crotch.

Somehow, the sight of her clothed while my sock was in her mouth seemed just as depraved as when she had been naked. I focused and held up the paper.

"Becca, on here I have written some tasks for you to perform. Chores, you could say. Would you do me a favor and do as many as is reasonable while you're home alone tomorrow, before I get back from school?" Although, maybe I should skip...

She reached for the paper and I held it up. "No, Becca. The favor would be to agree before you read it. In fact, I don't want you to read this until tomorrow when you wake up."

She seemed to consider before nodding, her hips convulsed and she let out another muffled moan. God this was amazing. I stepped towards her and she reached out her hand for the paper. I intercepted that hand with my own and redirected it to my spent dick, which she held gently before lightly fondling. Her brow furrowed as a stepped closer and reached around her back to her ass. I slid the note into her back pocket and gave her ass a solid squeeze with both hands before leaning back. Becca looked at me questioningly and tentatively took my balls in her other hand. I gave her titties a final grope through the plastered-on fabric of her shirt and stepped back.

"Well goodnight, Bec. See you tomorrow."

"Mmhmmt Jmhm," she muffled as she swung her hips to my door and opened it, stepped through and began walking down the hall.

I poked my head out to watch her go and she noticed, giving her tight little booty a shake. I smiled back and whispered "thanks for being so nice to me."

She stopped in her tracks and seemed to be breathing heavily. Her frame fell against the wall with a thud and I panicked for an instant. Oh wow, her chest was heaving now. And she looked back at me, and gave me a shaky thumbs up. Stumbling, she made it the several steps to her door and slipped inside. I heard the creak of her bedframe and smiled to myself.

This.

Was.

Amazing.

I wandered over to my bed, not bothering to turn off the light. And my last thoughts before sleep were of Alice, and Mom, and Becca's eager cum painted tits, and all the other things I could do.

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I woke at 5:15 sharp to the sound of my alarm. "Silence," I muttered and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Today was the big day, first day as John's devoted redheaded personal assistant, who's pretty dang cute too.

I did some quick stretches and made sure I had the report I typed up for Boss saved on my cloud drive. I showered, brushed my teeth and did my hair (something I rarely did these days, but it was important to be professional). Once my hair and face looked cute enough I had to decide on an outfit. First off, cute underwear. I picked one of my nicer pairs of panties, light pink, and it's corresponding bra. After much hemming and hawing I settled on a dark blue dress that came down to mid thigh and showed a little cleavage. I mostly picked it because it had a professional look to it without looking like an office worker, and I thought it looked pretty dang cute, too. By 7 am, a pair of black tights and some low heels completed the look and I was heading out the door. His ass was getting assisted.

First I picked up a coffee for him and one for myself, a danish for me and a danish for him, some extra napkins in case he needed any, and a newspaper for Boss, too. I was ready and by 7:45 I was there waiting near the spot where he had saved my life. I was determined to make a good impression.

In my dream --- Becca and Mom were competing to serve me dinner the in the sexiest possible way while Alice stood by, jotting everything down and I turned to her and she opened her mouth to speak "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" my hand touched her face, which felt more like a hard plastic rectangle than soft skin, and was relieved when she stopped speaking. Becca's ex, Sabrina, was crawling around on the floor in the Harley Quinn costume she wore last halloween with Becky Sock in her mouth and women were walking in and out. Some were beautiful girls from school offering me sex. Others were Becca's friends, dancing and undressing each other. Some were celebrities offering me blowjobs and cash.

Mom and Becca were both holding a giant ham on a platter and they said in unison "John are you up?" Oh yeah I was up, hard as a rock.

"John!? Wake up!" They said and began to slam the ham on the table over and over. Slam! Ham! Slam! Ham!

"John!" Someone was banging on my door. Mom's voice. Oh crap.

As I came out of my dream, my mom came into my room. She was dressed for work and was holding her bag, her long chestnut hair up in a bun. As the dream faded from my memory, I realized what this was about a half-second before she informed me.

"John you have to wake up! It's 8:30 and you're late for school. Ok?" She asked, making sure I was awake.

I looked her over. 40 years old, great body, nice butt, pretty face. After yesterday my options were far more open.

I smiled. "Mom, I can do whatever I want." I waited, eager to see how it would look as the suggestion hit her. There! She frowned, it was working.

"No, bud, you can't. Get up and go to school."

It wasn't working. "Um but, you should be more nice to me!" I gabbled.

"What does that mean? You're late for school. Get. Up."

"You love to do whatever I ask?" I was crazy oh God I was actually crazy, or it was a dream.

"John, if you don't get the hell out of bed before I leave for work you are going to be in deep deep shit. Do you understand me?" She looked at me levelly and I knew I was a fool.

"Yeah mom sorry, really crazy dream. I'm up I'm up." I began to rise and that seemed to satisfy her.

"Good, you'd better hurry," and she herself hurried out of the room.

I shook my head at my idiocy, what was I thinking. I switched off my alarm and rubbed on some deodorant, chuckling. I probably needed therapy. As I put on fresh underwear and a dirty T-shirt I froze.

On my desk was a familiar pair of panties. Holy shit. And next to them a stack of cash. I hid the garment in my desk and placed the money in my jeans pocket. I exited my room and watched mother's hot ass exit the house.

Following my morning rituals on the bathroom I crept down the hall and hesitated in front of Becca's door. Carefully I turned the knob and poked my head in.

Wow, it was real, it was definitely real.

Becca lay atop her mussed-up sheets, gently snoring. Her shorts were clearly unbuttoned and her shirt was pulled up, exposing one glorious tit, and, following the line of her dangling arm, I saw a familiar sock on the ground next to her bed.

She definitely passed the fuck out after masturbating with my cumsock in her mouth. Gently, I retreated. And crept downstairs. Would she do her "chores"? I wondered as I left the house and began hurrying to college.

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10:44 am, my clock glowed, and I stirred on my bed. Disoriented, I looked down at my body and the events of last night returned to me. I pulled my shirt down over my breast and stood. Doffing my shorts I pulled on a pair of panties and then remembered giving him the pair I had been wearing last night.

Oh God. Oh God. I had been so nice to John last night, I smiled as I remembered running "Becky Sock" all over my chest for his entertainment. His mature adult interests were so important to me, I sighed contentedly and remembered the note he left in my back pocket.

Well, I was a little worried. But, I had agreed to do the chores on the little paper without knowing what they were because I loved my little bro.

With some disquiet I removed the note and unfolded it. After deciphering his scribbles I couldn't help but feel that maybe I was in over my head. But I needed to be nice, and this was a favor to him.

"Ohh God," I moaned as I revelled in how not mean I was being.