Passerby Viral Bonding

AN: One-off from the sibling chapter. Please read 'Sister Viral Confrontation' first for context.

Joan waved the nice woman goodbye, wishing her luck on getting that maid outfit. She seemed like a nice girl, a good and proper young lady ready to take her place in the world as a MILF maid ****. She hoped the girl would appreciate her recommendation. Andrea’s at the Evergrass mall was really the best. It was where she had gotten her own outfit after she had realized that she needed to be a MILF maid ****.

While she continued her drive to the grocery store, she reminisced on silly she had been just a day prior. She had thought she was happy being some high-flying business owner. She grimaced at the image of her old self in her pantsuit giving orders to men. At having to make decisions that effected people’s lives. It was all thanks to that cute cat video her social media group had shared. After watching that she realized that she was being dumb. Women weren’t supposed to be executives or business owners or have any station higher than sex ****.

While she hadn’t formalized the paperwork yet, her son now owned her (or his now) business in all but name. Just like he owned her. Oh that thought made her squirm, made her want to rip off her outfit and just fuck herself silly on the drive stick, but alas, she had a task to do and that was also part of being a good maid ****.

A few minutes later she arrived at the store and got out of her car with her grocery bag in hand. She wasn’t alone in the parking lot. In fact it was full and several other women were joining her in walking out of the lot and into the store. She waved and greeted some of them and even complimented a few on their maid outfits and received a few compliments in turn. Proper civil behavior.

The inside of the store was full of such proper women. As far as she could see from the entrance, maids lined the aisles and checkout stations. Not a man in sight. Just scantily clad tits and assess shopping for their masters. A gentle hum filled the store of happy workers buzzing around, engaging in idle conversation as they did their work. And Joan was more than joyed to join in.

She opened her phone to check her list and started walking down the aisles. Some bread, a carton of eggs, oh need to grab some milk, and yes, definitely need some fruits and veggies so her boy can be strong and healthy like a good man. She knew her son didn’t really like them too much, but she would just have to learn to become a better cook so she could make appetizing, nutritious food for him. She had already enrolled herself in a cooking class at the nearby culinary school, so she was making progress on that front.

Before she knew it, her bag was almost full already. Just a few more items to check off her list. She pulled her phone out to check, but before she could open her list app again, the phone began to buzz. She saw it was her master-son calling so she quickly accepted the call.

“Master-Son! What can this MILF maid **** do for you?” she asked as politely as possible. It wasn’t right for her to demand answers, so she had to phrase her questions as lowly as she could to make certain that her intent was only to help clarify so that she could better server her son’s desires.

“Where are you? I was wanting to titfuck you,” he half-growled in desire. That set her hear racing, both for the same desire to have her tits fucked and the dismay at denying him anything even indirectly like this.

“I’m at the grocery store. We were running low so I wanted to make sure we were fully stocked so we could fuck all day without worry. I love you so much, Master-Son.”

“Great. Hmmph.” She heard him practically steam with frustration. “Well, I guess. If I can’t titfuck you right now though, I guess, I got it, lower your top. And if anyone asks why you’re tits are hanging out, say it’s because you’re a stupid bitch who can’t even properly anticipate the need for having her tits fucked by her stud of a son.”

“Yes, Master!” She saluted, even though he couldn’t see. Or wait, he could. She enabled video calling. “Would you like to see me parade my tits in front of the other maid slaves, Master-Son?”

“Hmmph. Yeah that’s a good idea. Guess your head’s not entirely empty yet.

“Teehee. You’re so funny.” She held up the phone camera in front of her like she was taking a prolonged selfie, letting her son watched them bounce to and fro as she finished up her shopping. Mostly she passed by unmolested, but one or two women did ask her about her new attire, or lack-thereof. She answered just as she had been commanded, ‘I’m a stupid bitch who can’t even properly anticipate the need for having my tits fucked by my stud of a son’ and they all nodded knowingly.

One woman came up and straight up starting groping her chest. “Hey, sorry if this is too sudden, but my Mistress-Daughter really likes me being a lesbian slut. Hope you don’t mind a bit of tit-fondling. I have to fondle at least fifty pairs of tits a day or else I don’t get to cum.”

“Oh no problem at all!” Joan responded. She completely understood. “Fondle away.” She let the woman do her thing, and even moaned a bit when the woman started tweaking her nipples in just the right way. She certainly had a way with tits, presumably from the large amount of experience she was getting. And on the plus side, Joan’s Master-Son seemed to enjoy it as well; she could hear him grunting as he was likely stroking his cock to the sight of his mother getting molested by a random woman.

“Do you like that, Master-Son? Do you like your mommy being a bi-slut for you?” He only grunted in response, but that was enough for her. “Oh you do like it. How about I invite Mrs. Denvers over tomorrow. I’m sure I can convince her to help me put on a show for you. You can stroke and cum all over us and we’ll clean it up your cum with our tongues like good maids.”

“Nnggh,” he moaned. Oh that was hitting the right spot with him, huh? She resolved to knock on their neighbors door after she got home and finished taking care of her darling man.

Her son continued his stroking. The woman finished her groping and wished her a pleasant day. She replied the same back and got on with what was turning out to be quite an excursion. She just had one item left but before she could get on that, her son demanded something of her.

“Go to the produce section.”

“Yes, Master-Son!” She didn’t question why, she just did, quickly moving her caboose over to the vegetable and fruits section for the second time that day.

“Pick up that cucumber. The largest one. No not that one. The one to the right.” With her son’s help, she now had in her hand a fairly sizable specimen of phallic shape. “Fuck yourself with it. Moan my name every time you thrust it in.”

She lowered the object to her nethers and removed the silk thong she was wearing. Without hesitation, she thrust it in to her sopping wet cunt with one hand while filming it with her other. It slid in easily despite its size due to her well lubricated pussy.

“Alan!” she cried out. A few of the other milf maids shopping turned their heads and wolf whistled. One even joined in, picking out a cucumber of her own. “Alan!” she said his name again as she pulled and pushed the substitute-dick into her pussy. “Alan! I love you. I’m yours. Alan! Alan! Alan!” She continued like this for what felt like forever but must have only been minutes. She came and kept going, cumming again and again until her Master-Son told her to stop. He told her that he was going to take a nap and to wake him up when she got back. The phone call ended.

Joan put the juiced-cucumber into her bag and grinned sheepishly at the rest of the shopping women. “Men, am I right?” That got a good chuckle. It was so nice to be among like-minded people who understood their roles in life. Serving their men. Being sex objects. When she thought about it, Joan realized that she wasn’t too different from the cucumber she had just used to fuck herself. She was just a tool to be used by her Master-Son, and wasn’t that so grand?