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Paying Off Mom Part 4 For Kacacarrotcake By Draconicon

Another week went by, and the first loan payment came due. To Iggy's great surprise, he had more than enough to cover the interest payment and, more to the point, five hundred dollars of the principal. He sent it in with a grin on his face, then leaned back from his computer with a slow smile growing on his face.

I can't believe it. I actually just paid off part of my loan...

Of course, there was still a lot to go. He had thousands still that had to go to the banks and the government, and another few thousand that he owed to his mother, but at least she wasn't having to pay the loan interest for him any longer. That was something. That was something and a half.

The stingray smiled, unable to quite hide the giggles that were bubbling up from inside. He wanted to clap his hands, he wanted to jump up and laugh. He wanted to celebrate, and considering that he still had some money left over, Iggy figured that was exactly what he wanted to do.

Hopping up from his chair, he ran over to the mirror that he'd gotten installed on his bedroom door. The big thing was just as bulky and bothersome as it had been when he had carried it through the door, but when you were working off your body, you wanted to make sure that everything looked good before you left for a client. Or, well, when a client was coming by.

The stingray turned around, looking down at his ass. The more that he looked it over the way that a customer did, the more that he appreciated his own good looks. Sure, he didn't have the natural curves of a female, but that didn't mean that he wasn't pretty well-endowed with his natural ass. There was plenty to slap back there, plenty to take in, and sure as hell plenty of cushion for the pushing.

He lifted his tail slightly, looking over the plug that was inside. He'd taken to using metal ones, more for the fact that they had a pull on his hole that he had to fight than for any other reason. The weight of the plugs meant that he was constantly working on his ass, making sure that the muscles stayed tight. The fact that he stayed nude around the house these days also helped, because his mom would read him the riot act if he was stupid enough to let it fall out without warning. The first time that he did that, managing to dent one of the stairs in the process, she'd taken him downstairs and spanked him for it.

It would have been almost childish if it hadn't had the kinky feeling of her dicks rising up under his stomach at the time, he thought with a chuckle.

Shaking his head, he let his cheeks clap together again, the plug just out of sight. He shifted around, running his hands along his hips. They weren't as wide as his mother's, but he definitely had the kind of hips that the clients liked. Plenty to grab hold of, and plenty to keep him moving and swaying. The more that he moved, the more the 'straight' guys liked it.

Iggy kept turning, looking down at his cock slit. It was currently just a little inflamed, since he wasn't very turned on, but he knew that his dicks would come rushing out if he gave them half a chance. The purple and white stripes that he shared with his mom turned a bit pink down there, making it clear that it was a bit more than a pussy.

Well, he didn't have a pussy, but more than one client had looked at him down there, thinking that he might be able to take their dicks if they tried. That, so far, had remained on the 'no' list.

Overall, he was an attractive little whore. Not the hottest one in the world, perhaps, but hot enough to keep getting clients. He didn't have to worry about business drying up, at the very least.

Smiling and giving his ass a slap for luck, Iggy left the bedroom and rushed down the hallway. He was halfway to his mom's room when he heard her moaning, and he came to an abrupt stop.

Right, right...she's...working...

Surprisingly, that actually stung a little. Iggy hesitated, his hand half-outstretched for the door, then pulled it back. He walked back to his room, head downcast as he shut the door behind him.

As he flopped out on his bed, he tried to understand what the hell this was about. Sure, he knew that his mom had to work, just like he did, but...

Well, he had wanted to do something special for her, and now she was banging away with another client instead of being free. He wanted to take her out to dinner, show her something special, thank her for everything, and instead, he was having to wait while some other guy tried to fuck her brains out.

Now that he knew what was going on down the hall, he could hear the sound of the bed shaking, of her headboard slapping against the wall between their rooms. His cheeks burned, and he tried to block it out with a pillow over his head. It didn't really work; stingrays were very sensitive to vibrations, and he could still make out the rhythm through the floor and walls.

Damn it...

He wondered who it was this time. She had a number of regulars that kept coming by, from the lion to a vixen, and all the back to a dragon. They kept coming, they kept fucking, and she kept moaning from the way that she enjoyed their bodies. And the way that they enjoyed her.

Iggy grumbled, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. All of his excitement had faded away, and he felt...off. He wanted to go down the hall and knock on her door, to ask her to stop, but he knew that wasn't right. This was her work, after all. She had to do it...

He just wished that she didn't have to do it while he was here...

Half an hour later, he heard the sound of footsteps, and he knew that the client was leaving. Not bothering to leave his bed, Iggy rolled over and hugged his pillow, hoping to make himself feel a bit better. It didn't work.

She's just doing what I'm doing...

It was a vain attempt to try and make himself feel better about his mom, but it didn't work. They might both be prostitutes, but it felt like he was the only one that cared about the other person. He wanted her to love him, too...

She does, he tried to tell himself. She does love me. She came to save me at the college...

Yeah, but she didn't fuck him anymore, did she?

Iggy rolled over on his back again, cuddling around the pillow and whimpering to himself. He wanted nothing more than to stop being angry, to go back to feeling happy with his mom, but there was something about this that refused to let him go. He just wanted them to be happy with each other again, to think about good things, to talk about the silly stuff that their clients did. He wanted to go out in the hallway, to see her walking to the shower and make a joke about the dribbling stuff coming from between her legs.

He just wanted to think of happy things, but all he could feel was...jealous. Jealous that she was giving herself to them, that he didn't get to have his mom in the same way anymore.

Knock, knock.

"Iggy?"

It was his mom. He groaned, rolling to the side, curling up around his pillow. She knocked again.

"Iggy, I know you're awake. Can I come in?"

"Mmmph."

"Iggyyyyyyy."

"Fine."

The door opened, but he didn't roll over. He just kept staring at the wall as his mother's footsteps filled the air. He closed his eyes, not moving even as she sat down on the bed, even when she laid one hand on his arm.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Come on. You know mom can tell when you're lying."

"Nothing!"

"Iggy, you're not going to fool me. Now, come on. Tell me, or I'm going to give you another spanking."

"Do I have to pay for that, too? Do I have to start paying for hugs, now?"

"..."

He bit his lips as soon as the words were out of his mouth, and he tried to pull into an even tighter ball. Why did he say that? She hadn't taken that much away from him. She hadn't stopped hugging him or loving him, even if -

She took her hand off his shoulder, and he wanted to kick himself. He wanted to kick himself so hard that he flattened his own butt after beating the crap out of it.

"Iggy..."

"Mmmph..."

Talk, he told himself. Say something! Say you're sorry, say something, say anything.

"Iggy, look at me."

"...Okay..."

He slowly turned his head, and it was only then that he realized that he'd been crying. His eyes hurt, and he could only see through a bleary screen of tears. Wiping his eyes, he managed to look up.

His mom looked hurt, and no surprise. She didn't look angry, didn't glare at him, wasn't panting with suppressed rage. But she did have that slight twitch at the edge of her mouth, that slight hiss at the edge of her breath that meant that she was fighting something. He'd seen her look like that when her best friend moved away, back when he was a kid. And he remembered that when they saw their cat die a few years back, too.

Yep. He'd hurt her. And he felt like shit for it.

He tried to find the words to apologize, but they wouldn't come. All that he could do was roll over, reaching out to her with both arms, trying to ask for a hug without the words coming to him.

And, thank fuck, his mom gave him one.

Iggy cried into her shoulder for a second or two, shaking his head before the words finally came to him.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"Hush. Hush. It's okay."

She held him, her hands rubbing up and down his spine, but that only made him cry more. He wanted to take back everything, even though he knew that wasn't possible. He wanted to be held, wanted to be cared for, and he knew that wasn't entirely possible, either.

She pulled him against her, and he let himself be squeezed. Even when he felt her breasts squish against him, even when a little part of his libido wanted to play with that, he squished it down. That wasn't right. He'd done wrong. He didn't deserve that anymore.

God, why did I do that? Why?

He sniffed against her neck until she made him lean back. He managed to look up and meet her eyes, and she patted his back.

"You okay?"

"No..."

"What's the matter?"

"I wanted...I wanted to do something special for you. I mean..."

He pointed at his computer, the screen still on the 'Payment Complete' notification that it had been on earlier. He sniffed again.

"I got the first bit of the loan paid off. I wanted to...I wanted to celebrate with you, but you..."

His mom's tail twitched, and she sighed. Iggy looked down.

"I'm sorry. I know. You gotta work..."

"Iggy -"

"I'm stupid. It was wrong. I shouldn't - I shouldn't have thought about it. You're my mom. We can't -"

"Iggy." She pressed a hand to his mouth, stopping him from saying anything further. "Listen to me. Okay?"

He nodded.

"I'm sorry."

The younger stingray blinked, sniffing softly. His mom continued.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I know that I've been busy lately, and that's because you're so busy, too. You were getting into work, and since you were doing so well, I wanted to see about doing something for myself again. It's been a long time since your mom got to have this much fun all at once.

"But you're right. I was starting to ignore you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, especially with how hard you're working for me."

She pulled her hand back, and she kissed him. Iggy blushed as her lips pressed against his forehead, but no sooner had she done it than she pulled down a bit, planting a kiss right on his lips, too.

It was like a little spark, and he blushed worse as she pulled back. She smiled gently at him, ruffling his hair.

"Where do you want to take me, huh?"

"W-well, where do you want to go?"

"Oh, I think I know a place..."

Why am I not surprised? Iggy thought, blushing up a storm as he looked down at the naked female on the table. The dolphin had a slight blush on her cheeks as she remained as stiff as a board, her body stained with bits of soy sauce between her breasts, and little speckles from where the sushi that they ate dripped it.

He couldn't believe that they were doing this, but he could definitely believe that his mom knew a place like this. It was completely her kind of thing, and he kept feeling his cocks twitch beneath the kimono that the restaurant had offered them as they came in. His mom had given him one, and made sure that he put it on, and now...

Well, at least the food's good, Iggy thought, and at least she's having fun.

And so was he, when he saw his mom smiling. The older stingray woman kept smiling at him, and she would occasionally pick a piece of sushi, dip it, and then pass it over to him. He would blush worse every time that she fed him like that, but he didn't fight it. It was...nice, in a way.

"Thank you for this," she said after her next piece of tuna. "I haven't been here in years; couldn't justify it for myself."

"Well, I'm glad I could treat you, mom."

"Mommy owes her boy something special after this."

He blushed at the implication there, particularly in front of an audience. Sputtering, he took another piece of sushi, dipping it a bit lower than he should have. The 'table' jerked slightly, and he realized that he'd dipped it into her pussy rather than into the soy sauce between her thighs.

"Sorry," he whispered.

The dolphin table didn't respond, but his mother chuckled. She reached out and patted his hand.

"It's okay. They're trained for this. You just enjoy yourself, too. This might be a treat for me, but you can make it even better by having a good time, too."

That might have been the case, but Iggy definitely didn't know how to handle that power over another person. Much as he might have fantasized about the sort of things that he might do to his mom when he reached that 'reward' that she promised him, he had never actually treated anyone else as a 'slave' before. Or an object, for that matter. The idea of having someone under him that he could literally just...enjoy...was foreign to him.

He was starting to wish that it was the other way around, that he was working as the table and his mom was the one in charge.

You know, if you put it to her like that, she'd probably be willing to train you, he found himself thinking, and his blush only got worse.

"Excuse me."

Iggy jerked slightly at the sudden interruption, looking over his shoulder. A fox leaned down, dressed in the same kimonos as the rest of them, and he held out a small, folded piece of fabric.

"I am so sorry to interrupt, but who may I leave the check with?"

"Uh, me, please," Iggy said.

"As is right, sir. I hope that the two of you have been having a wonderful time. Up front, whenever you're ready."

The fox smiled, his tail twitching as he left, and Iggy shook his head. It was fine to have the bill delivered, but he swore that these people wandered the halls on silent shoes. He opened the little bill book -

And immediately closed it again. He stared at the outside for a moment, then opened it again, swearing that he must have been seeing things.

Except that he hadn't. The food charge was reasonable enough for sushi, considering that it was very high quality and fresh. That cost him about $70 for a platter like he and his mom could share. He expected that. What he hadn't expected were the various service charges and everything else that were filed under that.

Living table charge, atmosphere charge, privacy charge...

It took everything that he had to maintain a neutral expression as he read through the list, adding them up in his head and hoping that someone had done the math wrong. There had to be a mistake. There just had to be. There was no way that he owed -

No. He owed the restaurant almost five-hundred dollars.

The stingray was barely keeping his urge to hyper-ventilate under control, forcing himself to stay calm as his mom moaned at the taste of the sushi on her side of things. Or at the taste of the dolphin's pussy, he supposed. He wasn't paying much attention.

Fuck, I can't afford that. I only budgeted two hundred for this. How the hell...

The obvious thought was that he could ask his mom to help, but after he had gone so far and tried to help her out, he felt like a louse even thinking of doing that. Not to mention the fact that he had insulted her before they even left the house. God. This night was just getting worse and worse.

"Is something wrong, Iggy? The bill alright?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, it's fine. Um...I need to go up and talk to them about something."

"You sure everything's okay?"

No.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said, smiling. "I'll be back soon, I think. You go ahead and finish the rest. I just need to check something."

His mom looked at him like she knew he was lying, and she probably did. She always did, whenever he even omitted a bit of the truth. But that didn't mean that he could say anything. Getting to his feet, he pulled his kimono tight around his front and left the little chamber that they'd been dining in.

In the hallway, the noise of everyone eating dinner was silenced. Each room was soundproofed, and he was pretty sure that more than a few had some sort of sex thing going on. The vibrations were still there, even if the sound was not, and he blushed as he felt the rhythmic thumping through the floor. The last thing that he needed was to be thinking about that, though, at least...not yet...

He walked on bare feet towards the front of the building, looking around the corner. The fox stood at the greeting podium, staring out into the dark entryway, but there were no other customers. At least, not yet. Iggy took a deep breath, then walked out into the open.

Almost immediately, the fox turned to look at him, smiling.

"Ah, yes, sir. Are you here to settle the bill?"

"Well, um, it's more like...finding out if there's a way we can work this out."

The fox's smile immediately faded, and Iggy knew that he was on thin ice. The last thing that he wanted to do was stiff a restaurant that his mother liked, but at the same time...well...he really didn't have the money. He had enough for slightly under half of it, and that was if he didn't want to leave a tip. Did you tip the waiters here, he wondered? Or the table workers? Or both? God, this was just getting more and more expensive.

He opened the bill book, gesturing at the number.

"I honestly thought that we'd be coming here for something...cheaper."

"I'm afraid that it is not my fault that you did not check the prices before going for our more lavish room, sir. I cannot simply adjust the bill because you are not pleased with the outcome."

"I know, but...but is there any way that I can chunk this? Pay it in installments?"

"Would you accept that if you were the owner here, sir?"

"Probably not..."

"I'm afraid that there is little that I can for you, sir. Although..."

The fox looked at him again, and Iggy was more than aware of the way that he was being eyed up and down. He had seen the look from more than a few of his clients by now, and in some ways, it actually was a bit of a relief. There was a possibility for a deal, here.

"I suppose that I could offer you the sort of deal that our...table-workers get. If you have some skill?"

"I do."

"Then please, meet me in the staff room in two minutes. I'll see you there after I arrange a replacement up front."

Iggy nodded his thanks, ducking back down the hallway. The staff room was clearly marked at the far end of the hall, and he imagined that it would be the place where the staff took their breaks and morning meetings. Before he made his way down there, though, he pulled the door to his mom's room open again.

The other stingray looked up, brushing her hair out of her face. From that angle, he had a perfect view into her cleavage, as well as a slight glance at her cocks through the gap of her kimono. She was slightly drunk from the blush on her cheeks, but not so bad that she didn't see that he was a bit anxious.

"What's wrong, hon?"

"Nothing. Just...settling things with the waiter."

"Are you sure you don't want me to -"

"No. This is your treat, and I'm handling it. One way, or another."

"...Alright, Iggy. Just be safe, okay?"

"I will be. Promise."

"That's my boy."

She smiled, and he smiled back before leaving her to the meal. At least she had faith in him. That was more than he felt for himself, right at the moment.

Shaking his head, he hustled down to the staff room. Considering there were a few low-lying chairs and a table, and that was about it, it seemed that his earlier guess about what the room was used for was right. He just hoped that it wouldn't get too bad with the fox. That leering had been...intense.

But that's good. It means that he wants me. And that's something that I can work with...

At least, that was what the stingray was hoping. He'd never taken it quite this far before, and he knew that this was pushing into the illegal side of things. So far, he'd just taken up the occasional traveler, the occasional student, the sort of people that didn't really linger for long. They wouldn't have an urge to report him because they would be out of town before long, and they didn't need to worry about it.

This was a restaurant, and dealing with a rather important member of the staff, too, from the way that the fox was handling things. If he screwed this up, he could be charged, and he doubted that they'd just accept a fine.

Just do the same thing that you always do, he told himself. He's already interested, just let him go with it.

The door opened, and he turned around, the kimono falling open a bit. His cocks were slightly out of his slit, and he put on as good a smile as he could.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, sir," Iggy said. "I hope that we can come to an arrangement."

"Cut the crap."

The fox's bluntness left him blinking. As the vulpine staff member pulled his own kimono off, Iggy was shocked to hear him continue in the same vein.

"I have to put up that act all the time for the clients. Now that I'm the client, I decide how we talk, and we talk like normal people. Got it?"

"...Got it."

"Good. Now, you're a whore?"

"...Well, trying to be."

"Good. Then you got prices. Your ass, I'm guessing...hundred, hundred-fifty?"

That was an over-estimate, almost doubling the prices that he tended to charge - depending on what his client wanted to do - but it was encouraging that he could maybe cover half his bill with that. He nodded, not even thinking about it.

"Not that I plan on using it," the fox said, shaking his head. "I can get ass any time I want. No, I'm more interested in that."

As the fox's finger dropped down, pointing at the stingray's cock slit, Iggy's cheeks just about caught fire. He didn't quite cross his legs, but he shifted from foot to foot in a way that made his thighs grind together, almost reaching his legs up to the sides of his slit at times.

"Uh, why...why there?"

"Because I bet you anything that it's tighter than your ass is."

"That's...true."

"How many people have fucked you in the cock-pussy?"

"Cock-pussy?!"

"Hey, it's what I call it. How many?"

"...None?"

"What, seriously?"

"Yeah...I, uh...I've only been selling my ass."

Iggy started to rub the back of his head, only for the fox to shove him right off his feet. He landed with a thump on the table, grunting at the impact, and yelped as the fox straddled him. A growing cock pressed right between his legs, the tip almost sliding between his cocks already.

"Tell you what then, kid. You let me fuck this slit, and I'll knock that $300 you don't have off the bill. Call it a deflowering gift."

"...Deal."

Not the best deal in the world, and one that was likely going to suck in more than one way, but he was going to take it. Not like he could give his mom anything else.

The stingray let himself be pushed the rest of the way on the table, pulling his legs up and back towards his chest. Again, not comfortable, but it was better than nothing. The butt plug still in his ass went ignored as the fox started grinding his dick up and down between Iggy's twin shafts, and the stingray took a few deep breaths to get ready for the likely hard penetration.

God, this is gonna be weird...

"Heh, been looking forward to trying out a cock-pussy for years. Ready, slut?"

"Yeah...take me..."

The tapered head of the fox's cock pushed forward, and Iggy hissed at the sudden widening that came from adding something that was never supposed to go into that particular hole. The feeling only got stronger the harder that the fox pushed, and Iggy braced himself for it to go all the way...

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"Well, that was disappointing."

Iggy chuckled as he rolled off to the side, shaking his head as the fox waiter slid back, panting as he fell on his ass. The whole thing had taken only a few minutes, and while the bottoms of his dicks were a bit bruised from the hard fuck, it was surprisingly lacking in stimulation. He'd kinda hoped that there'd be at least a little bit of the pleasure that came from getting fucked in the ass, but other than a mild frotting feeling at the least sensitive parts of his cocks, there was almost nothing.

For the fox, on the other hand...

The waiter moaned as he tried and failed to get to his feet. Shaking his head, Iggy reached out and helped the other guy to his feet, chuckling to himself again.

"That good, huh?"

"So tight...so...good..."

"Well, guess I know what to put on my service list now."

"I'll...mmph...you got the..."

Iggy nodded, passing the two hundred over. The fox nodded, putting it in the bill book.

"You enjoy...the rest of the night...hoo...I need to go sit down..."

"Thanks."

As the fox left, so did he, and he made his way back to the dining room. Unsurprisingly, his mom had finished the sushi, and the older stingray was leaning back on her side of the room with her stomach rather swollen, one hand on it and the other on one of the dolphin's breasts. The table looked like it was trying not to blush too much. Not that he could blame her.

Iggy sat down with a small groan, smiling.

"Well, the bill's settled. We can stay as long as we need."

"That's wonderful. Did you do it all on your own?"

"...How else would I have done it?"

"Well, I have some credit here; you could have mentioned my name."

"...What?"

"There is a reason I know this place so well, you know."

"..."

Iggy slapped his forehead with a groan, and his mother promptly fell over laughing. So much for saving her any trouble...

The End