Well, Anne does think that good work should be rewarded.

Grunting and groaning, every movement threatening to throw James to the floor as either his giant tits or his gargantuan schlong swung this way and that, he put on his toga and got to work under the watchful eyes of his mother. Sipping on her shake, Anne kept pointing out spots he had missed and directed him in general. But soon, with most of the mess dealt with, her behavior began to become more... stimulating. Leaning back against the kitchen island, she crossed her legs and slid one hand over her side and into her low-cut top, tracing little circles around her areola under the fabric. James gulped as he mopped up another glob of sperm, a first throb racing through his cock. Was his mother actually doing this on purpose or did the little bit of shake affect her more than was already obvious?

The answer came when Anne extended her bare foot as her son ambled past her with a bucket of cummy water, letting one toe graze over the massive swell of his left breast. Gasping, James stumbled and almost fell as a bolt of pleasure shot through him, nipples beginning to stiffen as his cock swelled. Staring at his mother slackjawed, her own nipples poking into her top as she ran her finger over them, he found Anne to stare at him impassively even as her foot kept rubbing against his soft titflesh.

"Well? I don't think you are done, little pervert, are you?" Although her voice was just as cold as before, there was an ever so slight tremble that betrayed Anne's own arousal. At least, it seemed that way to James. "Get to it, we do not have all evening."

Breathing heavily, James nodded and went to empty and refill the bucket, heart racing in his chest, filling the trunk of his cock with every passing minute. The warmth of his mother's foot seemed to linger on his chest, a tingling spreading through his boobs, nipples achingly hard and tenting his makeshift toga. Oh god, how he wanted to fuck her, to make her howl and scream with bliss, melt the ice queen with his hot fuckstick... But this kind of thinking only lasted until he returned to the kitchen, where Anne's icy glare put an end to it. James knew that he wasn't capable of fitting his monstrous shaft inside her, let alone worthy to touch her that way.

Getting to work on the last spot, James turned his back to his mother, trembling with arousal as his balls churned and his cock throbbed. It was hard enough to raise his toga, twitching with his hammering heartbeat. As he moved the mop from side to side, James suddenly felt cool air wash over his beachball-sized nuts, soon followed by the sensation of the warm sole of Anne's foot brushing over the taut skin of his scrotum. James froze, his cock twitched eagerly, thumping against the cabinets loudly.

"Did I tell you to stop cleaning, perverted boy?" Anne cooed, her toes drawing circles on James' balls. "You are not yet done, are you?"

Shaking his head with a gasp, James cleaned up the last spot with trembling hands, Anne's foot never leaving his scrotum, making it churn and gurgle, sending shivers of pleasure through James. All too soon, though, he was done, leaving the kitchen spotless again and Anne pulled her foot back. Of course, the smell of James' enormous load still lingered in the air, but his mother got up and opened the window to let in some of the pleasantly warm summer night's air. Then, she walked past James, letting one finger trail along his neck, a low moan escaping her desperately hard son.

"I'm almost impressed, my little pervert. Getting everything clean with these ridiculous tits in the way." Adam turned slowly, taking care not to knock his throbbing shaft into anything. "Now, take care of that bucket, and then you will join me on the deck."

"B-bu-- the deck? In the garden? I... I can't--"

"Are you talking back to me, little pervert?" There was the ice again that sent lustful shivers all over James, accompanied by a fitting glare. "I will not tolerate that in this house. You will join me, uselessly big cock and all."

"Y-yes, mom..." James's voice was small, but his cock seemed to swell even bigger, rising further away from the floor as it got even harder. Yes, he was definitely enjoying this, even though a part of him was mortified. Getting humiliated and ordered around by his own mother, and now going outside?!

"You nasty boy, don't you dare drip that on the freshly cleaned floors!" James jumped at the sudden outburst, as did his cock. Which was drooling a healthy drop of pre, he now realized. Was the prospect of going outside really that, well, exciting for him? People might see!

"Oh, oh no, I, uh, I'll..." What could he do?! No way Anne would be willing to wipe it up. James didn't even deserve to ask for this much. Having it licked off would be even... Wait.

"Mghff!" With the strength of desperation, James gathered up his stiff rod, slid it between his so very soft mammaries and sealed his drooling slit with his lips, cloying saltiness spreading through his mouth.

"My, I should have started this years ago. You listen to everything I tell you. Then again, you would have been too young..." With a haughty smile, Anne turned around and showed off her toned butt as she sashayed out of the kitchen. "Now, that bucket. I will be waiting outside, but don't keep me waiting, are we clear?"

"Yes, mom!" In the short time it took James to answer, another drop of pre built up, and he had to plant his lips on his glans again.

If James had thought before that walking with his assets had been hard, he was learning better now. One hand was occupied with pressing his cock against his body, arm digging into his soft tits, the other carried the mop and bucket. Consequently, James couldn't use the wall to keep himself steady, making every step an ordeal in keeping his balance. But even worse, every step also made his gargantuan chest jiggle around his cock, stiff, throbbing nipples bobbing up and down - he was effectively titfucking himself at a torturously slow pace. A fact that made each new drop of pre bigger than the last, making it harder and harder to swallow them. Finally, after what felt like an hour - and considering James' ambling pace, that estimate wasn't very far off - he finally had emptied the bucket and stepped out onto the deck and into the rays of the evening sun.

"That took longer than I expected from you, little pervert." Sitting on one of the loungers, Anne put away the book she'd been reading. "But considering your... assets, I'm still surprised you can walk at all. Now, are you ready?"