“HOUSE DUTIES”. - BILLIE G!P *
synopsis: Billie and her wife return from a business meeting to find the house in disarray—your responsibility was to clean, but it was neglected. One look between them is enough to decide: you’re about to be taught a lesson.
WARNINGS : Threesome, Milf!Billie, Maid!reader, Legal age gap, Billie g!p, Vaginal sex, Cream pie, Rough, Spanking, Degrading kink, No protection, Slight after care, Sub!reader.
Reader age - 24 + Billie age - 46
You were curled up in the corner of your bed, your back resting against the headboard, laptop sitting loosely over your thighs.
The quiet sound of the house was still, almost too still for a place this big. Sunlight came in through the tall window across the room, falling over the floor and shining your bare legs.
Your fingers lazily scrolled through Pinterest, pausing every few seconds to save something. You had a small smoothie sitting on your nightstand, Strawberry, banana, a little bit of honey. You’d made it earlier in the kitchen while the house was still empty.
You took a small sip, eyes still on the screen, looking through more pins.
This job… it was easy, in a way that felt almost unreal sometimes.
You cleaned. You cooked. You made sure everything stayed in place, like the house itself depended on you. And in return, they paid you more than enough, gave you your own room—this room, and treated you kindly.
Billie and Mae. Middle-aged, always busy, always somewhere else. Their two sons was off at college, leaving the house feeling even bigger than it already was.
Mae had told you earlier that morning they wouldn’t be back for at least five hours, a long business meeting across town. Plenty of time.
Plenty of time to relax first. Your eyes drifted back to the screen, thumb tapping save again, your mind slipping into a quiet peace—
The unmistakable sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the house.
Your heart dropped. For a second, you genuinely thought you imagined it.
Then the front door opened.
Panic shot flooded your chest so fast it made your stomach twist. Your head snapped toward the door of your room, your body already moving before your brain caught up.
Your laptop slid off your thighs as you scrambled upright, the smoothie wobbling on the nightstand.
“They said five hours—what the—”
Your fingers fumbled through fabric, tossing shirts, shorts, anything, onto the floor. Your breathing picked up.
You cursed under your breath, digging faster, more frantic now. The thin night dress clung lightly to your skin, soft and comfortable—meant for being alone, not… this. Not now. Not with how slightly see-through it was.
Another sound downstairs. Voices.
You paused for half a second, staring at the mess you’d made, heart pounding so hard.
You swallowed hard, one hand instinctively coming up to cover your chest through the thin fabric as you moved toward the door, your pulse loud in your ears.
You stepped into the hallway, your bare feet quiet against the floor, moving faster than you meant to.
Billie’s voice. Clear. Calling you.
You froze for the smallest second before forcing yourself to keep moving, your hand pressing more firmly against your chest as you turned the corner and started down the stairs.
Billie and Mae stood near the entrance, still by the door. Their coats half on, keys in Mae’s hand.
Both of them looking at you.
Their expressions changed. Slightly angry.
Your stomach dropped all over again as you stopped a few steps from the bottom, suddenly very aware of everything—the untouched house, the fact that dinner wasn’t started, that nothing was done.
And you. Standing there like this.
Billie’s eyes moved over you briefly, her brow furrowing. “…We thought you’d be working,” she said, her tone not raised—but tight.
Mae crossed her arms slightly, her gaze sharper, more pointed. “We came back early. The meeting didn’t go well.”
Billie was dressed professionally. A fitted black business dress hugged her frame, and paired with sleek heels that clicked faintly against the marble floor when she moved.
Her black hair fell down past her shoulders, streaked with light grey.
Mae stood just beside her, more rigid in posture. She wore a tailored grey skirt that fell just below her knees, paired with a matching blouse tucked in neatly. Her brunette hair was pulled back loosely, a few strands framing her face, but her expression was anything but soft.
Billie’s eyes dragged over you again, slower this time, her brows pulling together as if trying to make sense of what she was seeing.
Then she scoffed. A disbelieving sound.
“What the hell have you been doing all day?” she asked. There was no yelling—but there didn’t need to be. The irritation sat heavy in every word. “It’s 5 o’clock.”
Your throat felt dry instantly.
“I—I thought you said you’d be gone longer,” you started, your voice smaller than you meant it to be. You shifted slightly where you stood on the stairs, your hand still pressed awkwardly over your chest. “I was just taking a break before I started—”
Mae let out a quiet breath through her nose.
“At the very least,” she cut in, her tone colder, more controlled, “you could’ve made dinner.”
That one hit harder than you expected.
“I was going to,” you said quickly, the words tumbling over themselves. “I already had it planned, I just— I didn’t think you’d be back this early, I was about to start cleaning and cooking—”
Mae’s eyes flicked over you then, slower, more deliberate.
And her expression shifted.
Not just annoyed anymore.
“…And this is how you’re dressed right now?” she added.
You instinctively pulled your arm in tighter across your chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how thin the fabric felt, how exposed you probably looked standing under the open light of the foyer.
“I didn’t think— I mean, I thought I was alone,” you muttered, your face heating.
Billie exhaled slowly through her nose, dragging a hand over her mouth for a second before letting it drop. She turned her head, looking past you, her gaze sweeping over the house.
No signs of preparation. No movement. No effort.
Her jaw tightened slightly as she looked back at Mae, then back at you—like she couldn’t quite believe it.
“…This place is exactly how we left it,” she said, more to herself than anything, but loud enough for you to hear.
The disappointment in her voice sat heavier than anger. And somehow, that made it worse.
Billie let out another sharp scoff, this one louder, more pointed. She shook her head slightly, disbelief written all over her face.
“Yeah… no,” she muttered, her voice edged with irritation. “You’re not getting a paycheck for this.”
Your stomach dropped even further.
The words hit fast, knocking the air right out of your chest. You opened your mouth slightly, but nothing came out at first. Your fingers pressed tighter against your chest, like that alone could somehow fix everything.
Billie’s eyes narrowed just slightly as they moved over the thin fabric of your nightgown, the way it clung to your body under the light.
“…And I can literally see your underwear through that,” she added flatly.
The words made your face burn instantly.
Mae’s gaze followed. And for a moment—longer than it should’ve been—neither of them looked away from your underwear.
You felt it. The weight of their eyes, the way it made your skin feel too warm, too exposed.
Then Billie blinked first, her jaw tightening as she finally dragged her gaze away, like she had to physically pull herself out of it.
Mae didn’t look away as quickly.
“…It almost seems like you want to be a slutty maid,” Mae said, her tone calm—but cutting in a way that made your chest tighten.
That one made something twist inside you.
Embarrassment hit first, crawling up your neck, burning your ears. You wanted to shrink, to disappear, to cover yourself more than you already were.
But beneath it— Something else.
Something you didn’t want to look at too closely.
Your lips parted, like you were going to defend yourself, say something—anything—but your mind felt blank. You didn’t even know what to say. There wasn’t a response that didn’t sound weak, or worse.
“I—don’t—” you tried, your voice faltering, barely holding together.
“You honestly look like a whore,” Billie said, blunt, her tone low but firm as her gaze scanned from your shoulders down to your legs.
Mae tilted her head slightly, still watching you—really watching you.
“…Doesn’t she?” Mae added, almost casually, her eyes tracing your figure in a way that made your stomach twist again, onfusion, embarrassment, something deeper all mixing together.
And neither of them looked away.
Billie’s eyes flicked back up to your face, her expression tightening again. “…Why are you even covering your chest like that?” she asked, her tone edged with impatience.
You hesitated, your fingers instinctively pressing in a little more, like letting go would somehow make everything worse.
Mae exhaled softly, almost annoyed. “Just move your hand,” she said, her voice cool. “You’re standing there making it more awkward than it needs to be.”
For a second, you didn’t move.
Then, slowly, hesitantly, you let your hand drop back to your side.
The thin fabric of your nightgown settled naturally against you, doing very little to hide anything under the bright lighting of the entryway.
The silence stretched. Too long.
“…Jesus,” Billie muttered under her breath, running a hand briefly along the side of her dress as if grounding herself.
You swallowed hard, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.
“I can—I can go change right now,” you said quickly. “I didn’t think— I just— I’ll fix everything, I promise, I’ll start dinner, I’ll clean—”
Mae’s voice cut in before you could keep going..
She waved a hand slightly, dismissive but not rushed. “Just go to your room,” she added, her tone calmer now, though still firm. “We’ll… figure some things out.”
That didn’t sound good. “Okay,” you said quietly, almost automatically.
You didn’t wait for anything else. You turned, your steps quick—too quick—as you started back up the stairs.
Were they going to fire you?
You sat on the edge of your bed. The screen blurred after a while—Pinterest, messages, random apps—you weren’t really looking at anything.
You were just trying to distract yourself.
Your mind kept replaying everything.
The looks. The words. The tension.
Your head lifted immediately, your heart jumping again. “…Come in,” you called, your voice quieter than usual.
The door cracked open slightly, and Mae peeked her head in first. “Hey,” she said softly this time—different from before.
Then she stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
Now she wore a white robe, loosely tied at the waist. It softened her completely.
Your breath caught slightly before you could stop it. Mae noticed, but didn’t comment on it. She just stepped a little further into the room, her eyes settling on you.
“We’re not going to get rid of you,” she said calmly.
The tension in your chest loosened instantly—just a little.
“But…” she continued, tilting her head slightly, “you could help out with this situation.”
You sat up a bit straighter, your fingers tightening slightly around your phone.
“Anything,” you said quickly. “I mean—yeah, I just… I want to fix this. I didn’t mean for today to go like that.”
Mae watched you for a moment, then nodded faintly. “Our meeting didn’t go well,” she said, her tone soft. “It was… rough. Especially for Billie.”
That explained the tension. You swallowed, listening.
“That’s why we were already upset when we came home,” she added. There was a brief pause before she stepped a little closer.
“And…” she hesitated for just a second, like choosing her words, “you could make our day better. If you wanted to.”
You frowned slightly, confused—but listening.
“If you let us have a little fun with you.”
“But,” she added quickly, her eyes steady on yours, “it’s completely fine if you’re not comfortable. This isn’t something you have to do.”
Your heart started beating faster again—but this time it wasn’t just nerves.
“I…” you hesitated, your voice quieter now. “I want to help. If that makes things better then… yeah.”
“…Yeah,” you said again, more certain this time. “I’m sure.”
Mae’s lips curved slightly—not a full smile, but something close.
She stepped closer now, stopping just in front of you.
“Can we touch you?” she asked, her voice low, controlled. “Kiss you?”
“…Yes,” you answered, barely above a whisper.
Mae’s hand moved first—slow, resting lightly against your thigh. The contact made your breath hitch, your body going still under her touch.
Her other hand lifted gently, brushing near your jaw as she closed the distance between you.
Her lips met yours—soft at first, testing. And then the kiss settled.
Mae's lips pressed harder against yours, her tongue delving deeper as she tilted her head to the side. The kiss grew stronger. Just then, the door creaked open, and you caught a glimpse of Billie stepping in, draped in a silky red robe that clung to her curves like a second skin.
She looked utterly seductive, the fabric parting just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage, her Milf body radiating confidence. But you didn't pull away—Mae's grip on you tightened, keeping your focus on her as your lips stayed locked.
Her hand came down with a sharp slap on your thigh, the sting sending a jolt straight to your core, making you gasp into her mouth. Billie paused in the doorway, her eyes locking onto your exposed breasts, watching the way Mae devoured your kiss.
Her hand slid between your legs, cupping your pussy firmly through the thin fabric of your underwear. The pressure made heat bloom instantly, your folds growing slick under her touch. She rubbed her palm in slow, the friction building wetness that soaked through the material.
“Take the gown off,” Mae murmured against your lips, her voice husky with command. Your hands trembled slightly as you obeyed, grasping the hem and pulling the gown up over your head, letting it drop to the floor. Now fully exposed from the waist up, your breasts heaved with each breath.
Mae gathered spit in her mouth, letting it drip onto her fingers before she reached down and rubbed it directly onto your underwear, right over your aching pussy. and you couldn't hold back a moan, the sensation making you even wetter.
Finally, Mae pulled away, her lips glistening. “'It's Billie's turn now,” she said, glancing over at her with a wicked glint in her eye. “I like to watch... or instruct.” She stepped back, giving you both space.
Billie approached slowly, her robe swaying with each step until she was right in front of you. With a motion, she untied the sash and let the robe slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Your eyes widened at the sight—her full, heavy breasts bounced free, nipples already hard, and below, a thick bulge strained against her underwear, the tip visibly wet with precum seeping through. Her body was a masterpiece.
“Take your underwear off,” Mae instructed from behind, her voice firm and encouraging.
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband and slid them down your thighs, the cool air hitting your pussy. The exposure made you shiver, your slick folds glistening in the light.
Billie’s eyes dropped to your core, drinking in the view. “So pretty,” she breathed, her voice low and throaty. Her cock twitched visibly in her underwear, jumping with eager anticipation.
Billie stepped even closer, her bare skin radiating warmth as she leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a teasing before capturing them fully. You kissed her back with a soft moan escaping your throat, her tongue slipping into your mouth. Her hand trailed down your body, fingers finding your pussy and rubbing along the slick folds, gathering your wetness on her fingertips.
She pulled back from the kiss just enough to lift her hand to her lips, tasting you with a soft lick, her eyes locking onto yours as she savored the flavor.
Then, with a sly smile, she reached down and smeared your arousal across the front of her boxers, right over the throbbing bulge, making the fabric even darker with the shine.
Mae's voice cut through, firm and guiding. “Lay your back against the pillows, sweetheart, legs spread wide for us.” You complied, sinking into the soft mound of pillows, parting your thighs to expose yourself completely. “Now, let Billie taste you. Show her how good you can be.”
Billie climbed fully onto the bed, positioning herself between your open legs, her knees sinking into the mattress as she lowered her head. She dove in without hesitation, eating you the fuck out with relentless hunger.
Her tongue flicked against your clit in quick, teasing laps before flattening to drag up your entire slit, lapping at your dripping entrance like she couldn't get enough.
She sucked your folds into her mouth, releasing them with a wet pop, then traced circles around your swollen nub, alternating between light flicks and firm presses that had your hips jerking upward
Mae's hand found the back of Billie's head, pushing her deeper into your cunt, grinding her face against you as your moans filled the room. Billie was devouring you so quickly, her tongue plunging inside your hole to scoop out your juices, then swirling back to your clit with intricate twists—double loops that made your thighs quiver.
You were dripping everywhere, your arousal coating her chin and cheeks, trickling down to soak the sheets beneath you in dark patches.
“That's it, baby,” Mae dirty-talked, her voice low and filthy as she watched. “such a good girl for us older women. Feel how she owns you down there.”
It felt so overwhelming, the pleasure cresting too fast, and in a haze, you reached down to push Billie's head back, needing a breath. Mae was quick, swatting your hand away with a sharp crack. “No, you can't do that,' she scolded gently but firmly, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the pillow.
“You need to take it all, understand? No pushing away, no hands in the way—unless you're genuinely uncomfortable, then let us know right away. But besides that? You take what we give you.”
Billie finally pulled back from your pussy, her lips shiny and swollen, licking them clean with a satisfied swipe of her tongue, strings of your wetness connecting her mouth to your throbbing folds for a moment before breaking.
She rose to her feet beside the bed, hooking her thumbs into her boxers and sliding them down her legs. Her cock sprang free, thick and veined, the shaft glistening with a heavy layer of precum that dripped from the flared head in a slow bead. It was flushed a deep pink, almost red at the tip from arousal, pulsing with need. “Arch for her,” Mae tells you.
Your clit tingled sharply at the sight of Billie’s cock, as you began to change your position against the pillows, arching your back.
Billie wrapped her hand around her length, stroking slowly from base to tip, her voice soft and intimate as she met your eyes. “Have you ever had sex with older women before?”
You shook your head, breath still ragged. “No... I haven't.”
Mae chuckled from her spot, leaning against the bedframe with a predatory gleam. “Well, that's about to change, isn't it? We're going to show you exactly what you've been missing.”
Billie positioned herself behind you on the bed, gripping your hips to line up the thick head against your entrance. With a single, firm thrust, she pushed inside, stretching your pussy wide around her girth.
She began fucking you at a normal pace, her hips snapping forward in a rhythm that built quickly, the clapping moist sounds filling the room—wet smacks of skin on skin as your ass collided with her abdomen over and over, the impact sending jolts through your body.
“Fuck, look at you,” Billie moaned, her voice laced with degradation as she drove deeper. “Dinner wasn't even made after our long day today. You just lounging around like a lazy little slut, teasing us with that body.“
You moaned at her words, the humiliation twisting into heat that made your core throb, your body responding instinctively by clenching around her length. Your inner walls gripped her tight, shuddering with every ridge and vein you felt dragging along your sensitive flesh, your pussy refusing to let go as if milking her for more.
Billie gasped sharply, her breath hitching at the sudden tightness, her balls moving forward to slap against your clit with each plunge, the rhythmic taps making your toes curl hard into the sheets. Her breasts bounced with the force against the of her thrusts against the pillows, while her eyelids drooped some, lost in the feeling of you around her.
Mae watched from the side, her eyes fixed on the scene, taking in how you arched your back and pushed back against Billie, your body surrendering completely. You took her dick like a total slut, hips rolling to meet each stroke, your pussy lips gripping and releasing her shaft visibly with every withdraw and slam.
“Why were you dressed like that around the house, hm?” Mae asked, her tone teasing yet probing, leaning closer to trace a finger along your thigh. “Strutting in that skimpy thing, begging for attention. You didn't think this was gonna happen?”
Before you could form a reply, Billie leaned down over you, her chest pressing against your back, the warmth of her breasts squishing soft against your skin. The shift in angle let her hit even deeper, her cock spearing into you at a new spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. She used her legs to pry yours further apart, spreading you wider for better access, then humped into you harshly, short and brutal pumps that ground her pelvis against your ass.
Your moans grew louder at the angle, raw cries spilling from your lips as she thrusted that sweet spot inside relentlessly, your whole body trembling under the assault. Billie moaned right against your ear, her moans loud with lust.
She brought one hand under your body, fingers finding your breast and squeezing it roughly, thumb rolling over the nipple to pinch and tug, heightening the overload.
Mae's gaze stayed locked on your pussy, mesmerized by the sight of it swallowing Billie whole again and again—your folds stretching around the flushed shaft, glistening with cream as it pulled out halfway before plunging back in.
You reached behind you, fingers wrapping around the back of her neck, pulling her closer as she leaned in, her lips finding your neck again. She kissed it more, open-mouthed, teeth grazing against your skin.
Mae's voice cut through the fog, praising from her vantage point, her eyes locked on the way Billie now. “That's it, Billie—fuck her just like that.”
As Billie sped up her grinding, a fresh spurt of her pre-cum leaked out, warm and slick, trickling down from where you joined to coat your area.
“Go faster, baby,'” Mae purrs, her voice husky with encouragement.
Billie obeys instantly, her pace quickening to a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward with more force. Her right hand cracks against the side of your ass in a sharp smack, that makes you gasp. Her left hand remains clamped on your breast, fingers digging into the skin.
More of her pre-cum leaks out now, and you can feel coating your inner thighs.
You try to shift your legs, seeking some relief from the overwhelming build-up, but Billie's thighs bracket yours, spreading them wide and locking you in place.
A desperate moan escapes your lips, “Oh god, Billie, please...”, your voice broke.
Your legs begin to tremble, quivering uncontrollably beneath her, the tension going up your spine.
Instinctively, your hand darts down, fingers reaching for your clit, aching for that extra feeling to push you over the edge. But Mae spots it immediately, her tone sharp and commanding. “Move your hand now. That's not yours to touch.”
Before you can pull back, Billie notices, her hand sliding from your breast to intercept. Her fingers find your clit, rubbing it in firm, circular strokes. You grab her wrist, not to stop her but to hold on, the intensity making your vision blur as you moan louder.
The orgasm crashes toward you, but Billie moans low in your ear, her breath hot against your neck. “Hold it—don't you dare cum until I do.” She doesn't let up, her hips still pistoning, grinding deep and hard.
Mae leans closer, her dirty talk fueling her. “That's it, Billie—rougher now.”
her hips snapping forward with brutal force, as the bed creaks. You clench down hard, fighting the building orgasm that's coiling tight in your core, desperate to prolong it, but your muscles betray you, spasming wildly around her shaft, inner walls fluttering and squeezing in erratic pulses.
Billie's mind blanks out, her thoughts dissolving into pure sensation—the heat, the squeeze, everything.
With a loud, pretty moan that echoes off the bedroom walls, thick ropes of her cum floods you up, in heavy spurts that you feel splashing against your depths, overflowing slightly to mix with the pre-cum already there. Her body shuddering against yours as she rides it out, grinding through the release to prolong the bliss.
Billie's voice cracks into high-pitched moans, sharp and needy, echoing off the walls as she loses herself in the rhythm, her body slick with sweat.
“Fuck, you're so wet,” she moans breathlessly, her cock twitching hard inside you, more pre-cum leaks from her tip, mixing with your juices to create a slippery mess that drips down your folds.
Your toes curl tightly into the mattress, arching your feet as the sensation builds. Your stomach tightening into knots that release in shuddering pulses. Fingers dig into the sheets, bunching the fabric, moans spilling from your lips in broken gasps.
“Come on, let it out,” Mae coos from beside you, her voice soothing anchor amid the storm, her hand reaching to stroke your arm gently. 'You're doing so good.”
Billie murmurs degrading words against your skin, her lips pressing soft kisses up the curve of your spine, trailing from the base to your shoulders.
The tight spasms around her cock slightly overstimulate Billie, her breath hitching as your center squeezes her sensitive length, drawing a low groan from her throat.
She doesn't pull away—instead, she rides it out with you, her hips rolling slowly now, grinding shallowly to prolong her aftershocks, before you began to release it all, your juices coating her front, including your thighs and sheets.
As the waves finally ebb, Billie lifts her head, her voice soft. “You okay.”
You nod, still catching your breath, whispering back, “yeah…'
She smiles faintly, then shifts back, her hands steady on your hips as she slowly pulls out, her cock sliding free with a wet sound that leaves you feeling empty.
Billie eases off the bed, her legs a bit unsteady, and heads to the connected bathroom, the door clicking softly as she grabs a damp washcloth, the sound of running water in the background.
You push yourself up on shaky arms, sitting upright, your skin flushed and sticky. Mae watches you with a fond smirk. “Look at you, all used—come here, sit with me.”
You slide over, settling beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight.
Billie returns moments later, washcloth in hand, steam rising faintly from the warm fabric. Mae glances at you, her tone gentle but firm. “Open your legs for her, sweetheart—let her take care of you.”
You part your thighs obediently, exposing the mess between them. Billie kneels between your legs, her touch careful as she presses the cloth to your pussy, wiping away the combined fluids with slow, thorough strokes, the warmth soothing your skin.
Once you're clean, she folds the cloth neatly and runs it over her own area, cleaning the slickness from her softening length.
“Thank you,” you murmur, meeting her eyes with a soft smile. She leans in, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “Mhm.”
Mae's fingers weave into your hair beside you, playing lightly with the strands.
Billie settles on your other side, her body warm against yours, one hand coming to rest on your thigh, rubbing slow circles with her thumb.
“How about we all clean the house together later? Then make dinner, something simple, maybe pasta. Sound good?” Her voice is soft.
I need milf billie to touch me inappropriately.
