On A Silver Platter

On A Silver Platter


When my kids turned 18, their Dad and I finally had to clue them in to the fact that the restaurant that I worked at, they one they were never allowed to go to, was 18 and older for a reason. They all took it well. Both of my Boys CLEARLY liked the idea, but neither one of them made a big deal of it.

I honestly thought that was the end of it, until my car got a flat and I had to call my youngest to come pick me up from work. Well, he showed up 3 hours early, but I just chalked that up to misunderstanding what I'd been trying to tell him.

I thought that for about 20 minutes. But, after 2 hours had passed, he hadn't taken his eyes off of me for more than 2 seconds. At least when I'd been on the main floor and not, "helping a customer."

Finally, I grabbed a tray, rested my very large tits on it, and walked over to him with a menu. "See anything you like kiddo?" I asked him with a smile.

He was flustered, and tried to have his cake and eat by both, denying that he'd been staring, and also not taking his eyes of my tits all propped up on the tray.

On that particular day, we were doing our monthly "soft and fluffy" event. So I was wearing a set of fox ears and had a tale secured in a place where it was clearly, plugged into me.

We had special menu's for it and everything. So, still literally offering my tits up on a silver platter, I rolled my eyes at how shy my Son was acting and placed the menu on the table in front of him.

"Look sweetie," I started. "You've got graduation coming up soon. So I say your due for a present. Now, no pressure or anything. But if you want, Mommy will buy you this," I said, pointing to a very specific menu item.

He blushed as he saw it, and I gave him a sensual wink. "In fact, why don't we just call it my little way of paying you back for having to pick me up today."

On the menu, the item that I'd pointed to listed a very high price, and then said, "Titfuck from Mother Fox." I turned away then, lifting my tale to reveal that my panties had the title "Mother Fox" printed on them. And I pointed to the little device on his table that said "push for service."

I began to walk away, but I didn't get three steps before I heard the soft ding of my Son's table calling for service. With a grin, I turned to greet my newest customer.

It turned out that Steven wasn't the only one who enjoyed the thrill of my proposal. I mean, my car's been fixed for over a month now. But every day I still have my Son pick me up from work. And every day, I choose a new menu item.

You know... to repay him with.

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