Yes your mommy

you feel nervous standing in the kitchen as your mother finishes cleaning up. She was always really protective of you and that is what you want in a pimp right. You clear your throat and shuffle your feet. "Mum?" You ask, you voice wavering slightly.

"What is it sweetie?" She turns to face you with a smile.

"A-about having a pimp..." You are too nervous to finish saying what want to say. the embarrassment of having to face a lie you just made was seriously not cool.

"You don't have one do you?" She sounded very disappointed and your embarrassment turned into full blown shame.

"N-no. Sorry mommy." You mumble as you fidget with your feet and hands.

"Look at me." The stern voice made you wince and you hesitate slightly. "Look at me." Her voice had a much more commanding edge and you feel your lower half respond to the dominance. You look up and see her glowering face. "Now what do want?"

"Can you be my pimp." You quietly mumble. Your mother responds but taping her foot on the ground. Feeling like a scolded child you look her in the eye and say. "Mum can you be my pimp?"She stares at you and you shrink a little from her gaze feeling like all the thought you've put into this was for naught.

You are pulled from this by your mother saying. "Of course I'll be your pimp sweetie."

"Really!" You look up at her with big hopeful eyes. Your mommy as your pimp will be excellent, unlike your sis or your dad she doesn't have anything to do other than be your pimp you are sure to her main focus.

She walks over and wraps you in a hug. "I'm just disappointed you lied about already having a pimp." You do feel bad about that and tell her as much.

"Sorry mummy, promise it won't happen again." You hug her back and enjoy her matronly affection.

"It better not." Your mother pulls away. "Now I think, because you weren't responsible enough to admit you didn't have a pimp you won't be responsible with the money you earn so, we will split it. I will keep eighty and put it somewhere safe. And you can have twenty." You consider arguing that that isn't fair but she just stares you into silence.

"Ok mommy." You say submissive.

"Good boy. Now I will make a call and see about getting you your first client." She produces a cookie from somewhere and hands it too you. "Go and make sure you're ready for a client and I will let you know when I have one."