Chapter 46 — The daily life of a Mommy Slave. (1)

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 — The daily life of a Mommy Slave. (1)

Amelia PoV~

Amelia stirred slowly against the soft sheets, blinking away the lingering haze of sleep.

After packing off all her children to their respective places—and watching Arthur head off for his first day at university—she had collapsed onto her bed for a much-needed afternoon nap.

Three hours had slipped by quietly, leaving her rested and alone in the spacious house.

As she lay there staring up at the ceiling, her mind drifted back to the events of the previous night.

Arthur had finally returned home late from Aria’s place.

She thought about their next-door neighbor, who had also been claimed as one of Arthur’s submissive slaves.

Amelia knew that dynamic all too well; she occupied a uniquely complex space in her son’s life.

She was his mother, yet she was also bound to him as his slave—though her position came with a distinct, affectionate warmth that the other girls didn’t share.

Sometimes, her thoughts wandered to darker scenarios.

She knew what it would be like if Arthur stopped loving her altogether, reducing her to a purely functional, emotionless object of command.

While the sheer degradation and cold authority of that kind of dynamic held a twisted, arousing pull, the thought of losing his loving affection entirely still stung with a quiet, lingering sadness.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to face that extreme.

Right now, she felt like they had found the perfect balance.

She was happy being his mommy slave, getting to be his mother while still entirely submitted to his desires.

Last night, Arthur had given her a command: she had to keep servicing his cock with her pussy all night long.

He figured she would eventually pass out midway through.

Instead, Amelia had clenched and squeezed him diligently, far beyond what he expected.

When she finally woke up from her sleep, a massive, heavy load of his cum was still slowly leaking out of her sore, swollen pussy.

She had not slept a single wink.

Orgasm after orgasm had wracked her body throughout the dark hours of the night until she completely hit her physical limit.

Her limbs had felt heavy and weak, and she was deeply, bone-achingly tired from taking him over and over again last night.

She pushed herself up from the bed and walked over to the large wardrobe, pulling the doors open.

Inside hung rows of perfectly fine outfits, but anything modest or decent—things completely unfit for her son’s depraved tastes—went straight to the back of her mind.

That category claimed nearly eighty percent of all her clothes.

What remained were only hot, aggressively slutty dresses.

Walking down the street alone in such revealing clothing would normally draw harsh glares, dirty looks, and whispers.

But obeying her son’s direct orders changed everything entirely.

In this world, where women practically dreamed of being paraded naked like livestock, a master’s command to dress like a total slut was a badge of honor that earned heavy envy from other women.

She scanned the rack, picked a wearable option, and slipped it on.

"Haaa... going out like this..." she breathed, shivering with a mix of anxiety and a deep, pulsing heat between her thighs.

It was a skin-tight black dress with a hemline so scandalously short that the rounded underside of her ass peeked out, barely covering her lips from the front.

"N-No order for underwear, so I shouldn’t wear any," she rationalized with a flushed, eager grin.

Stretching his command just a little bit further, she left her panties in the drawer.

Without any fabric blocking her, warm, thick trails of her love juices began leaking straight out of her pussy, sliding down her inner thighs as she moved.

Her stiff, heavy nipples poked hard and visibly right through the thin fabric of the tight black dress, which cut low to expose a massive, shameless amount of her cleavage.

The warm afternoon air hit her bare skin, making her shiver with a sharp, delicious spike of arousal.

The lack of underwear meant every step she took sent a friction of wet heat against her sensitive folds, a constant reminder of the liquid still leaking from inside her.

As she stepped further out, a familiar voice drifted over to her.

"So anyway~"

Amelia paused, looking down the path to see Aria chatting animatedly with a couple of other neighborhood women.

Without a second thought, a wicked, defiant thrill rushed through her veins, and she steered her steps right toward them.

Haaa... I wonder what kind of faces they’ll make seeing me like this. she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs with intoxicating excitement.

Aside from Aria, none of these women knew the truth yet.

To them, she was still just the respectable neighbor, the mother next door.

Seeing her dressed like a depraved sex object in broad daylight would undoubtedly spark shock, judgment, and disgust in ordinary society.

But bold, degraded Amelia couldn’t wait to flaunt her new identity.

She wanted them to see exactly whose property she was.

Stopping just a few feet away from the small circle, she pasted on a sweet, knowing smile and spoke up, letting her voice carry.

"Hello, everyone."

Aria and the other two neighborhood women snapped their heads toward the sound of her voice.

One of them immediately froze, her eyes going wide as saucers.

"Wha!? A-A-Amelia!?" the woman gasped, pointing a trembling finger and wearing a look of absolute disbelief.

Amelia normally kept up appearances, stepping outside in safe, ordinary clothes like comfortable jeans and a simple short-sleeved tee.

But standing before them now in a skin-tight, crotch-skimming black dress with her heavy cleavage spilling out and stiff nipples pressing visibly through the fabric, she was a walking, breathing provocation.

The group of women stood completely paralyzed, their jaws dropping and their eyes darting over every scandalous inch of her exposed skin in total astonishment.

While the other women stared in horrified confusion—whispering behind their hands and exchanging scandalized glances—Aria immediately understood.

Knowing the absolute, delicious reality of serving a master’s commands, a hot shiver of pure excitement raced through Aria’s veins, her own core throbbing in empathetic understanding.

Amelia caught the stares, and instead of shrinking away, a profound, shuddering wave of heat crashed over her.

Th-They’re all watching... she thought, her breath hitching in her throat as a mix of intense humiliation and wicked thrill flooded her system.

They’re looking down on me, thinking I’ve lost my mind, judging me for strutting around the neighborhood in clothes this slutty...

Knowing they assumed she had simply degraded herself voluntarily made the exhibitionism a hundred times more potent.

The warm air hitting her bare, unshielded pussy, made her knees feel weak.

Though she stood taller, thrusting her exposed cleavage forward and letting a soft, breathless sigh escape her lips as she leaned into their condemning gaze.

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