All Amber Lloyd wanted was a new start. With her abusive ex-husband a thing of the past and a modest divorce settlement in the bank, the future looked hopeful.
But as Amber quickly finds out, a young woman making it alone in a new city is much more expensive than she initially thought, and with no work experience, her options are limited. When an unusual job offer presents itself, Amber is hesitant, but her financial situation leaves her with few other choices.
Amber soon finds herself living the life of luxury as House Mother to five middle-aged men, but what initially seemed to be a straightforward contract turns out to be more complicated than she bargained for as each of the men comes with his own set of sexual problems. Is Amber in over her head or has she found her true calling?
House Mother is a crazy ride into the world of sexual dysfunction told first-person by a woman with compassion and empathy for her clients. Some are more damaged than others, but they all have one thing in common – they all need the unique services provided by the House Mother.
Excerpt from House Mother: The Contract
“I think you have the wrong idea about me. I’m not what you think I am. Contract aside, I’m not a woman of loose moral character.”
“But you agreed to have sex with us.”
“Yes, I did, but only with the five of you—no one else. I’m not for sale. I don’t screw around. I was married, and before this week the only man I agreed to have sex with was my husband.”
“Jason told us.”
“Did he tell you my husband was mentally abusive? That he made me feel worthless, and that I believed I was worthless. When you guys made me this crazy offer, I thought it was a joke. I couldn’t imagine anyone would want to put me up in an apartment like this and treat me like a queen. Who would want to do that for a worthless nobody like me? You guys made me feel wanted, loved even, and I like it. I don’t want to be your whore. I’d rather be your friend.”
“But you agree to have sex with us.”
“Yes. Is that what you want, Al? Just sex? If that’s all there is in it for you, I’ll take off this dress and you can bend me over the dining room table and have at it. Is that what you want?” I undid the top of my dress.
“No, it’s not what I want.”
“What then, Al? You wrote up the contract. What do you want from me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I know what I want from you,” I said.
“I want to be someone you care about. Someone who makes love to you. Someone who makes you feel good about yourself and someone you can be yourself with—no pretenses. That’s what I want.”
“That’s asking a lot.”
“I know it is,” I said, standing and moving to the couch next to him.
“Would you like to kiss me?”
“Is that part of the deal?”
“Al—fuck the deal and kiss me,” I demanded.
He reached toward me tentatively, and I took his face in my hands and gave him an open mouth suck his breath away tongue lashing wet one. Al stiffened up and pulled back like I was trying to rape him. I took his hand and put it to my chest, and he left it there lifeless. I reached back and undid the clasp holding the top of my dress together. When it was undone I let it fall from the front of me, baring my breasts to my wide eyed Jewish attorney.
Al snatched his hand back and looked at my bare breasts like they were one eyed alien creatures come to enslave and destroy mankind. This was feeling too much like work, and I was hoping once I had Al’s cock in my mouth he would loosen up a little.
I reached for his belt buckle and he protested. “No please,” he said, pushing my hands away. I was determined to fix this repressed man, and I got his belt undone, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I reached into his shorts and grabbed hold of his well-proportioned circumcised penis—I was right! Then, just as I was about to go down on him with my hungry mouth, his cum shot up and spattered across my face. My left eye had a sticky veil of white goo across it. His second spurt went right up my nose. His third jet caught me above my forehead and landed mostly in my hair. This guy could sure come a lot. I never imagined so much stuff coming out of a single set of balls.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, wiping the cum from my eye with his monogrammed silk hankie. He was beside himself and almost in tears.
“I’m so, so sorry,” he kept saying.
“It’s okay, Al. You did nothing wrong.”