I Took a Maid Job for My Son’s Best Friend — He Fucked Me on Day One

My husband died a year ago. I hadn't had sex since. My money was running out, so I answered an ad: "Maid wanted, live-in optional, good pay."

A man answered the phone. His voice was deep, slightly husky, and confident. The sound alone made me aroused. He told me to come see him that evening to discuss the details.

The house was a private residence. The door opened, and there stood Mike. That same Mike my son's best friend from college. Eighteen years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with a light stubble and eyes that made me want to look away.

"Mrs. Katie?" he smiled, as if he already knew more about me than I did.

"Yes... Mike? I didn't expect to see you."

We went inside and sat across from each other at the glass table. He began explaining the schedule: cleaning three times a week, laundry, ironing... I barely listened. I looked at his lips, at his strong fingers resting on the table, feeling my panties soaking through.

Suddenly he fell silent. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Katie? Your cheeks are flushed."

I simply nodded. Swallowed.

"One more thing," he said calmly. "You'll be working in a uniform. A classic one. Black dress, white apron, stockings. The whole package."

Just those words filled me with a pleasant thrill. I imagined myself a forty-year-old woman with ample breasts—in this revealing outfit, my heels clicking, mopping the floors in front of the eighteen-year-old boy who used to play PlayStation with my son.

"Are your parents home?" I asked quietly.

"They're gone for a month. Just the two of us."

We locked eyes. I slowly lifted my T-shirt and let him admire my large, firm breasts in my black bra.

"Let's start right now," he said in a hoarse voice. "Come with me."

He led me into a huge bedroom. King-size bed, mirrors everywhere.

"Wait two minutes."

He returned with a hanger. A black maid's dress very short, with a plunging neckline, a white lace apron, sheer fishnet stockings, and white cuffs. No panties.

He sat in a leather chair facing the bed, leaned back, and nodded:

"Change. Take your time."

I stood in the middle of the room and slowly undressed under his gaze. When I was completely naked, he let out a quiet sigh. I put on a dress the fabric clung to my hips, my breasts almost spilling out. I tied an apron around my waist and pulled my stockings up to my mid-thighs. I turned around the skirt had ridden up, revealing my ass.

He was already unzipping.

I knelt between his legs. His cock was hard, hot, and veiny. I slowly wrapped my lips around it, feeling it fill my mouth. Mike threw his head back and groaned softly

Then i bent over the vanity. In one slow motion, he entered my ass. I bit my lip to keep from screaming too loudly. He fucked me hard until I began to tremble.

After that, he took the condom. We moved to the bed. He leaned back, and I sat on top of him. I moved slowly, feeling every inch stretch me. My breasts bounced in front of his face—he caught my nipples in his lips. I came first.

He rolled me over onto my back and secured my wrists to the headboard with soft handcuffs. Then he lowered himself between my legs and began licking greedy strokes, pressing hard against my clitoris

When I went limp, he lowered himself above my face. A few quick movements of his hand   streams hit my cheeks, lips, chin.

Mike, without unfastening the handcuffs, leaned closer:

"Can I tickle you some more?"

"Yes... please... "

He smiled and began: fingers under my armpits, making quick circles, then my ribs, my sides. I burst into laughter, my body arching.

"Mike... oh my god... more..." I laughed and moaned, writhing as he savored every thrust.

"You like it," he whispered.

I nodded desperately: yes, very much so.

Mike had finally had enough.

"When's your next shift?" he whispered.

I turned my head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Tomorrow. Early in the morning. Before you wake up."

He laughed softly, pressing his head against my hair.

"Okay. Then you'll wear a different uniform. Even shorter. No panties."

I closed my eyes and smiled in the darkness.

Looks like my financial problems are solved.