This is [M]y first fictional story and since English is not my main language the story might be below the quality you usually are used here. I still hope you like it. Enjoy!

Kink-Content: Big boobs, Handjob, Cum Eating, Housewife

Note: R. is just a placeholder for a name as I didn't want to raise any association. The story was originally written because of a writing request (but never posted), that's why it's from the perspective of a woman

She was leaning with her back against the kitchen counter looking at the oven while the meal was get done. She wasn't much into cooking but watching the electronic devices getting food prepared was always relaxing for her and also somehow satisfying - especially when she managed to get every little detail of the meal on spot. But if she had to be honest the only thing she actually liked about cooking was to get everything organized to the last bit so the work could done without having any unnecessary steps or wasted any time. Whenever everything went smooth it made her feel like a general who successfully was able to organize her army effectively in the battle. And also the way she usually would stand in the kitchen - with crossed arms around her chest while waiting for the devices to finish - did somewhat resemble a general.

"... do, Madam?" Her thoughts were interrupted by those words. Having missed the first part of the sentence, she looked with a little bit confused face expression to the side where a skinny man in his twenties was standing. He was wearing casual clothes; a T-shirt and a pair of Jeans which were as unspectacular as his overall appearance. Albeit not being particular handsome, he had somewhat his own kind of cuteness if one was into his type.

She had totally forgotten that R. was there to help fixing all that stuff at home which were not important enough to get her attention but too much nuisance not to get it repaired at some time. Skilled in many different fields, his help had proven itself invaluable so far and she was relieved to have him around since her husband wasn't good at repairing things, especially when it was about electronic and stuff like that. "There are so many people in the technology sector in this country already, there is no need for another one in this field", her husband always said when asked how he ended up in the somewhat exotic sector of biology. They both had a well paid, but also demanding job which made the hiring of of some help not only affordable, but also necessary. Due the pandemic and the nature of her job, she was able to work from home which also made it possible to supervise any help they had contracted.

"Could you repeat your question again please, R.?", she asked him with a friendly voice while she turned herself into his direction. R. was like a lottery win considering how many bad experiences with unreliable people they had already so far. And it also had been a stroke of luck how they actually had found him. It was because one of those annual festivals in the village 3 months ago where she initially didn't want to go. But after some convincing words by her husband she finally agreed to attend. Luckily she did meet there a close friend of hers with whom she spend then most of the time chatting about anything and everything. And one of the topics was about that magically guy her friend had found who was able to fix anything. The only drawback was him being so popular because of his quality work which usually made it difficult to get an appointment. But as it turned out, luck was at their side again and after a series of fortunate events she was able to hire him as valuable help for her household.

"I did ask what I should do next, Madam?" he responded with a shy and a bit apologetic voice. He only looked to her for a brief moment and before the sentence was finished, his eyes had already jumped off to somewhere else pretending to search for some work-stuff to do. But she knew better. R. always did that after he had been looking at her chest and it was his kind of defense mechanism to defy getting caught. It actually looked so helpless that she always had to discipline herself not to giggle when he did that. In some way she found it cute and also had to admit that it was flattering in some way that he liked her big breasts. She enjoyed being desirable and since he did it in a somewhat polite way, she also tried - in a secretly way so he didn't notice that it was intentional - to give him some good views when she was in the mood for that. R. was really into busty women, that's something she could definitely tell and probably it was also a deciding reason why he miraculously always had time when they asked him to help out (while other people always complained why it was so difficult to get an appointment with him...).

"You could fix that drawer. For some unknown reasons it doesn't open smoothly anymore. Maybe it's because we have overloaded it with stuff ...?". She pointed to the particular furniture next to the oven while she slowly bent to the front with her upper body so she was able to grab the handle of the mentioned drawer. The drawer seemed to be stuck again as she pulled it demonstratively a few times which made her breasts wiggle a bit. From the corner of her eyes she could feel his glance on her cleavage. She avoided to look at him so he couldn't see her smirking and decided to remain a couple more seconds in that position before she would get upright again. A few more unnecessary pulls of that handle would for sure make him struggle more not to stare ... It was probably a little bit cruel, but she really loved his futile struggling which turned her on in some way. On some days she would even wear no bra on purpose so every move of her would result inevitably in some boobs shaking. It was hilarious and hot at the same time and even if he was suffering, he probably would enjoy it afterwards when he was at home.

"... I think it's stuck.", she finally said and turned around after that little teasing which made him instantly look away. 'He would have been such a bad spy', she thought to herself. A cute, but really, really bad spy. "I-I ... will fix that Madam!" he said with a hastily voice and immediately started to move backwards. She responded with a little smile, "Thank you, R.. You are such a great help for us!" and then she turned her attention back to the food in the oven. A grateful nod from him and he already had left the room to get the necessary tools for this task. After some while he returned to the kitchen again and started to examine the delinquent drawer next to her. While he was trying to figure out the problem, it was now her turn to have some hidden looks into his direction. How would he look naked? Was he well-endowed down there? She also wondered what kind of kinks a person like him would have? He was probably one of those guys who would want to grab boobs and message them for hours ... Her mind went on wandering about sexual topics for a couple of minutes when suddenly the time on the electronic clock of the oven claimed her attention. Oh no! She was about to miss the time when she had to add the last few ingredients like the seasoning and other stuff. For her this was not only the final, but also most important part of refinement which was crucial for a perfectly prepared food. Missing the perfect time would result into ruining an otherwise pleasurably culinary experience. The general had overslept was about to be late to the battlefield! Without any further wait she instantly hurried to the other side of the kitchen pushing herself between R. and the drawer which was still half-stuck and therefore reducing space between the two sides of the corridor-like designed kitchen.

Somehow she managed to get through the small space and mumbled some rushed words. "Sorry ... I forgot ..." Every second was important now! It took her only a brief moment to pick up the small cans from the end of the kitchen table (which she wisely had already prepared) and get back. On her way back she noticed the puzzled look from R., who undeniable seemed to be somewhat surprised by that athletic sprint which was enough to draw her attention for a second and forget about the half-open drawer. "KRCH!" A loud noise filled the room when she ran against the drawer's side which nearly made her loose the balance. But somehow she managed to turn herself which was stabilizing enough however made her loose control of the can in her hand. With a clonk it fell on the kitchen counter and started to roll into the direction of the wall. She instinctively bent to the front in an attempt to catch it before the cap of the can could open itself which made her press her ass against his groin as he was standing directly behind him. Thanks to her lightning reacting she finally successfully managed to get control of the rogue can before it could spill it content everywhere on the counter. A deep breath of relieve went through her lungs and she remained a few seconds in that position to calm down. Suddenly she started to feel how a little pressure on her ass which was getting more and more with every second passing. It was obvious that R. was reacting to the close contact they had. While this accident had not been intended by her, she somehow was feeling the rise of the sensation of lust going through her. By pretending to be clumsy she let her attempt to stand upright include some rubbing movements on that bulge of him.

"Phew, that was SO close. I forgot about the drawer! I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?", she asked him in an innocent and caring voice. Although she was pretending not look down, the big bulge was clearly visible on his pants which made R. turn awkwardly to the side away from her. He mumbled something him being okay and clearly looked uncomfortable in this situation. Therefore she decided not to torture him anymore and continued her rescue-mission regarding the meal. Quick glances to the side made it obvious that her body had quite an impact on him as even after some time his attempts to calm down again were not really blessed with success and he was clearly still hard. But that little accident also had some impact on the drawer itself, as it seemed to work smoothly again without being stuck which left R. now with the sole mission of hiding his boner and pretending still to work on the drawer.

The circumstance that he was still hard (or better: trying to cover it somehow up) was quite a turn on for her. In a mix of wanting to tease him a little bit more but also compassion for his pitiful situation, she decided to assign him another task which she had planned to do by herself: During her online session on some XXX-site last night an annoying virus had infested her laptop by making every web-browser usage routing itself to a particular particular porn site. She had this problem already once and it was one of those tasks best solved when nobody was around. Especially when the browser was routed to a site with pictures of housewives with huge breasts where she could easily fit with her body type. To be honest, she actually liked sites with content like that (even though they had a primarily male target audience), as it gave her the fantasy to be one of the women displayed there and thinking of numerous anonymous men jacking off to her photo. Not only one time she was playing with the thought of just upload a picture of herself there, but every time she decided herself in the very last moment against it. She was turned so much on by that imagination that it would always end in a pleasurable and long masturbation.

"Seems like the drawer got fixed somehow, hahaha. Thank you, as always. Maybe ... you could help me with another thing?" she tried her best to continue the sentence with an insecure damsel in distress tone. "I ... eh ... it's bit embarrassing. The internet it's a bit ... broken!", she explained while she grabbed his hand without waiting for any answer and lead him to the table in the living room . There on the table was the her closed laptop with some stickers on the chassis. Next to it was as usual her beloved mug which still was half-filled with some cold tea she had forgotten to finish. Her left hand opened slowly the laptop while the other pointed invitingly in the direction of the seat in front of it. "I don't know how to fix it. I really could need your help!" Of course that was a lie. She could fix it herself but that was not the point.

"I can have a look and see what I can do. What is wrong with it?" he replied and sat down quickly. He seemed to be quite happy about the new task as it made it possible for him to avoid the embarrassment of having a boner (which was now allegedly hidden below the table). "Please show me what's wrong. I'm sure I can fix it!" He emphasized now the last sentence with a confident voice. She responded with a quick nod, grabbed herself another chair which she moved close next to him. With a quick double click on the shortcut on the desktop she opened the browser which instantly was directed to the porn site. A moment later the screen was filled with smiling topless housewives showing their big breasts. "I don't know how this happened and now every time I open the ... Internet ... this site is shown!", she felt that her acting of desperation and distress should at least deserve a nomination for the Academy Awards. She already could hear how his breathing started to become heavier with each second she was opening several of those sensuous photos to proof that she couldn't do anything else with the browser except seeing photos of huge breasted women. While she was doing this, she did her best to remain calm and neutral towards the sexy seduction on the screen. Therefore she forced herself to look only at the screen and nowhere else. But even without seeing his pants she could tell that he couln't help himself and was getting even more horny. If he was imagining her being one of those models? She was sure he would do that!

Now it was his turn to work with the computer. She watched him going through some system settings and finally moving over to the command line in which he started to type some commands (which she knew well). Despite being an experienced user it was clear that the hornyness and the situation was taking a toll on him. Nearly every command he was typing in did end up with at least one or more typos which caused him to repeat most of the commands. She had to suppress any smirking as he apologized every time he had to do a correction. Albeit that struggling of him because of his hornyness did turn her really on and made wet, she didn't want to suffer him too much.

"You need to calm down", she whispered with a calm and understanding voice. Without taking her eyes off the screen, her hand started to wander under the table above his leg in direction of his crotch. Her fingers made their way up to the big bulge where they tenderly ran around it a few times before they finally grabbed it and started to give it a massage. She could feel how the buldge of his pants was getting even bigger and hear how each touch was accompanied by his deep breathing. And she could also sense the sexual tension rising in herself. Without any further words (and still not looking at him) her hand opened up the zip of his pants and grasped his dick to give him long and slow strokes. The way she pretended only to focus on the screen (and pointing there by asking some technical questions) made him somehow still trying to fix the computer problem although he was completely enjoying what was happening below. His heavy breaths and his struggle not to reach climax filled her with pure pleasure. The more he tried to somehow survive, the faster and harder her hand under the table was going. She loved how his excitement was completely under her control and depending on her will.

With his rock hard dick in her hand she could feel how pure lust was taking control over her. Her hand was already stroking him so fast that it was only a matter of time when he would explode. 'You are my cum provider. You will cum now, because I decide that you cum!' Those thoughts did take completely control of her. Instead saying any of those words her hand jerking his dick was going so fast making no doubt that she would make him cum now. Helpless and probably as last act of desperation, he did quickly did grab the mug from the table and put it in the very last moment in front of his exploding dick. A second later thrusts of thick cum ran into the mug with the tea from the morning. She watched with full satisfaction how the throbbing warm dick in her hand did shoot load after load into the mug. Every new thrust made her even hotter and also gave the feeling of being so powerful. And even after he had finished she couldn't help herself but continue stroking his dick to squeeze out every single drop. That was something she always loved: continue jerking a man after he had already finished and watching his face becoming a mix of pleasure, begging and surprise. But this time she wouldn't look at him! She would continue staring at the screen and pretend as if that handjob she had done and was still doing never did happen. This situation released such a sensational feeling which made her so wet.

Just as she wanted to put her other hand down to pleasure herself, she suddenly could hear a key turning in the lock. The peaceful silence was replaced by hurried movements. In a second she had put his dick back again into his pants and zipping it up. He on the other hand did place the mug back to the table and hurried to the kitchen in the direction of the tools shattered at the counter.

A moment later when her husband had entered the room, she had already tucked in the second chair under the table and pressed her back against the table edge. As usual the first thing her husband did was to place his beloved hat on the hat-track and put his suitcase to the ground. "Good evening!", he said in a friendly voice. He approached her and just before he reached her, the delicious scent of the prepared meal seemed to have caught his attention. "Oh, seems like I have come home just at the right time. It's smells delicious! How was your day, Honey?" He gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned then to the side. "Hello R.!"

"We have got a lot things done today." she answered him happily. "Even the drawer in the kitchen is fixed now!" With a proud face expression she pointed into the direction of the furniture while she grabbed her mug out of habit with the other hand.

"Really?" With a pleased voice her husband turned himself in that direction. "Thank you so much, R.! You are always such a great help! Let me give you the payment for today..." Her turned around and walked back to his suitcase where he had the money. She did look for a brief second in the direction of R. who noticeably seemed to be completely lost because of what had happened just before. She couldn't help to smile and quickly raised the mug in front of her mouth to cover it. She stopped with the movement as she sensed the suddenly bewildered face expression of R. What was wrong? She looked down to the mug and realized the cum swimming in the cold tea. 'Oh, that's why he looks this way!', she thought to herself and started to lower the mug. But somehow she felt that something was revolting in her against this decision. And it took only a brief moment when lust did rush through her vein. He was her cum source. He did deliver as it was his purpose and now she would enjoy it. She raised her mug again to her lips and then a big gulp of the cum mixed tea ran down her throat. It was not the taste of it which gave her such immense pleasure: it was the power she did sense in this particular moment. With her eyes saying 'Are you watching me, R.?', she looked at him while drinking the remaining rest of the mug until it was empty. It seemed like he was not able to take his eyes off her while she was doing this, and it was pretty clear that she somehow had hit a certain kink of him.

"Here is your money", her husband had just arrived near R., who somehow looked like a robot with a crippling CPU usage of 100%. "Do we need him this week again?" her husband asked in her direction. "Oh, certainly", she answered. "Maybe Thursday, Morning again, yes?" A quick look to R., who simply did nod as answer. She had the feeling that he would have said yes anyway, no matter which day or time she had suggested. "I'll bring him to the door". At the door arrived she whispered in a lower voice to R.: "I love drinking tea in the morning. And sometimes I also like to eat some pie with it. Refined." A short pause before she continued. "Don't even think of not delivering! You better be always filled up ... every time!." R. tried to say something but it seemed that the whole situation did overwhelm him. He simply did nod but she could tell by his reaction that he wouldn't waste any drop until Thursday.

(... epilogue ...)

Until that particular day with the drawer she usually would have only swallowed cum because of convenience reasons so nothing would have gotten dirty and needed to be washed. But that experience changed something in her and slowly she started to get more and more attracted to that kind of stuff. It quickly became a real kink for her because of the way she got the cum delivered. She did control it completely and that's what had been missing before. From that day on whenever R. was in her house to help, she would at some point simply place a cup of tea or dessert in front of him and tell him to cum for her. And while he would doing his best to provide his cum as fast and much as possible, she would simply continue doing whatever she was doing and paying absolutely no attention to him. And when it was done, she would send him off doing some fixing in the house while she would enjoy drinking the flavored tea or eating the refined dessert like it was the most normal thing in the world.

This aspect of fully controlling his lust and use his cum like an ingredient as it was some kind of sugar or cream, made her fill with such strong pleasure. Whenever she felt like she wanted to refine her drink or food, she simply would order it like a general. And He would happily deliver. She would then consume it and enjoy every single bit. It turned her so much on. This was the best feeling.

Some delicious times ahead!