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Paying Off Mom

Side-Story: Iggy's Birthday

For Kacacarrotcake

By Draconicon

As much as prostitution paid well, Iggy liked the chance to just enjoy his life without the stresses that came with the job. There was so much sex that he had to have that he liked the chances that he got to be relatively innocent, to go back to a normal life. It meant the world to him to just sit down and play a game, or to make a meal for himself - when his mom wasn't kicking him out of the kitchen - or to just relax with a book.

In fact, the job had gotten so all-consuming that he forgot what day it was when he woke up, and when he looked at his phone calendar to see what he had in store for the day, he was confused when he saw that the day had been cleared. Recently, too. The stingray rolled out of bed, his morning wood barely more than half-hard after all the shows that he had been giving to clients.

The hell?

Iggy cocked his head to the side, trying to pull a quick restore trick to get his schedule back, but no matter what he did, the calendar didn't revert to a previous save state. He shook his head, carrying it at his side as he walked out of his room and down the stairs.

"Mom?" he called.

"Yes, dear?"

"Did you do something to my phone?"

"Yes, dear, I did."

"Um, you know, I don't mind you looking around, but that's kind of my work, you know?"

"I know, dear. Now, come down. Mom's got something for you."

Something for him? Maybe some new tool or something; they worked hand in hand with this prostitution job so much that they often shared equipment or recommendations for things. More her to him, these days, but he was starting to catch up with all the experimentation that he was doing with his clients.

He rounded the corner and found himself staring at the most massive breakfast spread that he had ever seen. His mother stood behind it, her back to him - and her butt - but he was staring at all the goods that she had laid out. It went from the most basic sausage and bacon treats on one side of the corner to some fairly elaborate breakfast treats on the far side, and ran the gamut between simple country breakfasts to the sort of elaborate things that you wouldn't see anywhere but some rich man's breakfast table.

The smell ranged from salty to sweet, with various flavors of savory permeating the air between those layers. He walked over to them as if half-hypnotized, looking at the food that would probably have fed a good dozen grown men. Hell, he would be surprised if he could eat even a portion of it all.

"Where did all this come from?"

"Hon, I was a cook, you know," his mother said, looking over her shoulder and flipping her hair out of the way in a flurry of white. "You know that I can put out when it matters. And when it doesn't."

"Yeah, but...why?"

"It's your birthday, isn't it?"

"...Is it?'

Iggy looked down at his phone again. Did he seriously forget -

Yep. He had. He had to look at the very top of the screen, and it was the reminder from his account's personal details that actually told him. The fact that he had a birthday coming up had completely escaped him, and he had booked the day solid.

Which brought up its own problems.

"Mom, I had a lot of people scheduled for the day. I need to -"

"Ah. Iggy."

"Mom, seriously, I know that it's my birthday, but - mmph."

She'd just stuffed a piece of sausage in his mouth, holding it on his tongue and her finger against his lips. He didn't say anything, just nibbled as she pushed it a little bit deeper, keeping him from talking back.

"I know that you want to be a responsible young man, but it's your birthday. I already rescheduled them, and I told some of them that they'd get the treat of my company, too. But for right now, you're going to sit down, you're going to relax, and you're going to eat."

"..."

"And you're not going anywhere until I see you stuff your face properly. Understand?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Good boy. Now, sit."

Iggy did as he was told, getting comfortable and focusing purely on the food in front of him. Something told him that if he didn't stuff his face enough to get a belly-ache, his mom would know that he was holding back. Considering the way that she liked to pamper him, though, he had the feeling that he'd need every calorie on the table and then some, so he might as well set to it.

And besides, it was delicious.

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They ended up going from the kitchen to the hot tub outside. She called it the hot spring, but it was more of a hot tub that was set up to look like one. They didn't bother with swimsuits anymore. There was no point when they were so...well, intimate with each other.

As he sat down on one of the rocks that were built into the tub, he watched as his mother slid in beside him. She smiled the whole time, running her hand through his hair, and she brought a little floating platter in with her. He cocked his head to the side.

"What's that?"

"Can't have a good soak without a drink."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. It's not high-content."

She floated it over to him, and he blushed.

"You sure?"

"You're of age now, right? I mean, for the booze; you were always ready for the other stuff."

"Mom's first time getting her son drunk, huh?"

"Well, who better to see you through it?"

"Probably anyone else that isn't a customer; you'll take advantage of my innocence, I swear."

They both laughed at that. As if he had any innocence left to lose at this point. Pouring himself a small cup of the clear liquid, he took the cup and gently nudged the floating platter back to her. As his mom repeated the gesture, he swirled the warm drink in the cup.

What a year, he thought. So many changes...and all for the better.

"Hey, Iggy?"

He looked up, his mom meeting his eyes. She swam a bit closer, wrapping an arm around him, then kissed his cheek. He turned and kissed her back.

"I love you, you know that, right?" she said.

"Yeah. I know."

"Good. You work so hard, sometimes I think you forget the difference between love and lust."

"I couldn't forget you."

"Well, here's to us."

They clinked their cups together, and he downed the drink in one gulp. That, of course, turned out to be a mistake. Iggy ended up coughing over the edge of the tub while his mother patted his back with a chuckle.

"Rookie..."

The day went by in a rush, and as it did, he found himself happier and happier. Each thing that he ended up doing with his mom could have gone incredibly naughty, but either she had better self-control than usual, or he was just massively overestimating her libido. They went clothes shopping, and she helped him look good instead of sexy. They went out to the mall, and they grabbed some games rather than sex toys. They went to the park, and instead of going into the small cluster of trees to fuck, they walked around the pond and held hands the whole way.

It felt...good.

By the time they got back, he still half-expected some naughty surprise, but his mom kicked the possibility from his mind by immediately setting to work finishing off a birthday cake that she'd put in the oven to warm before they left. Icing, final touches, the works had to be done, and she asked him to wait in his room until it was done for the full surprise. He was more than willing to do that, and he kissed her cheek before heading up.

He sat on his bed, kicking off his shoes. The whole day had been amazing, and he realized how bad he'd needed a day off like this. The fact that he hadn't thought about work since he'd woken up had been a weight off his mind, and he knew for a fact that he'd need to do that again. His mom might have done this as a birthday treat, but she had done it at just the right time to teach him a lesson, too.

All work and no play makes Iggy a dull stingray.

Pulling up his phone, he flicked through the pictures that they'd taken through the day, and he shook his head with a smile. She had done so much for him, and it was...well, honestly, it was probably the best thing that she could have done for him. He had to find some way to pay her back for all this, but what it could be -

"Iggy! Would you mind coming down again, actually? I just realized that I don't have enough hands for all the layers."

"...How many did you make?"

"One for each year."

"Oh god..."

"Now, I hate to ask for this on your birthday, but, help!"

He laughed, putting his phone down. "Coming, mom."

The End

Summary: Iggy ends up having some surprisingly clean and happy times with his mother on his birthday.

Tags: no sex, mother/son, incest relationship, sweet, loving, stingray, nudity, prostitution, modern,