Housewife, Mother & Slut
"Thank you sir. I do appreciate it. And speaking of dedication and hard work, you look exhausted. Don't let the pressure of a new job get to you. It's always good to have a nice break every now and then to cool off. Trust me on that."
"Yeah, well this job ain't easy. It pays well, but of course that means upper-management expects good results. Thanks for caring though."
She casually walked over to where I sat and leaned her backside against my desk. Her face showed a touch of excitement and her skirt rode up slightly, and I was in anticipation of where this was headed.
"I saw you glancing at my legs a few times in the car this morning," she said with a hint of seduction. "I don't think that's ever happened before. Did you see anything you like? Or did you remember what I said about wearing a skirt for my ex-boss?"
I gulped and nervously replied, "Both maybe. What you did for your previous boss crossed my mind when I saw you were wearing a skirt. Plus you have great legs if you don't mind me saying so."
She reached down with both hands to pinch the sides of her skirt, and she slowly raised them to reveal the flesh of her thighs and the top of her garter.
"I'm glad you think so. You know, when I got dressed this morning, I realized that I never answered your question about if I had any incest fantasies of my own. So maybe this may give you an idea..."
With that said, she pulled her skirt up even further to reveal the bottom end of her bare vagina to me in my office. My heart was pounding at the sight of my mother's brown labia. She pulled even further fully expose her cleanly shaven crotch. If things weren't hot enough, she sat on my desk and spread her legs apart, putting her dripping wet pink flesh on full display for my viewing pleasure.
"Oh my..." I gasped with my eyes glued to her womanly parts. "I... I take it you have a thing for mother/son? You're soaking wet..."
She nodded. "Yes. Among other things, I enjoy a good mother/son story every now and then. And if you're wondering why I'm doing this, it's because I can't stand the thought of my son being overworked and overstressed. Judging by your reaction, it's worked. Have a good day boss."
I was snapped out of my trance when my mother yanked her skirt back down and walked away. Just as she was about to leave my office, she gave me a wink and another reminder not to stress out.
A few short hours later my mother and I were in the car and on our way home. To say things were more awkward than yesterday was an understatement. I had just had an up close encounter with my mother's vagina, and to make matters worse, she was acting extra friendly while I drove as if to tease me.
"You look so much more relaxed than when I saw you at your office," she said as I drove. "Coffee and donuts always work wonders don't they?"
"Sure they do. But I think you know that I had something a little more visual to help calm me down."
"Good. Well I'm glad it worked. It was a little raunchy I'll admit, but it worked. Men always seem to lose their minds at the sight of a woman's vagina, even if it's the one they came out of."
I tried not to but I couldn't help but laugh.
"Very funny mom," I replied. "But seriously, that was the best part of my week. All the stress I had from this promotion left my body and I felt like a new man."
"In other words, you went to the bathroom and masturbated didn't you?" she asked playfully.
"No comment on that."
She laughed, "Well, I really don't mind you getting off to my private area. You being happy is all that matters. Just don't expect that to be a common occurrence. Like I've said before, you may be the boss at work, but don't forget who calls the shots when we're at home."
"Actually, that might not be the case anymore" I retorted. "If I'm not mistaken, I'll be bringing home a bigger check than you. So that would kind of make me the man of the house now wouldn't it? I mean, it's tradition. You can't argue with that."
I kept my eyes on the road as I heard her giggle ever so slightly.
"Mom, I can hear you laughing. What is it?"
"I love this new take charge attitude of yours," she said playfully. "It's nice. Really. You're becoming a grown man now. It's certainly a lot better than seeing you play video games all day. But I suppose you're right on that account. You're the man of the house now."
"Hmmm... this isn't like you to give up so easily. I've got a funny feeling about this."
"What? Your mother isn't allowed to agree with you anymore?" she asked as if she was genuinely surprised.
"Well, this conversation will have to be put on hold. I could use a nice long shower right about now."
I pulled into our driveway, and once we got home, we headed to our respective rooms to unwind after a long and unusual day.
The awkwardness and sexual tension between my mother and I continued that night. We had a nice home cooked meal which she made. And it was extra special considering that she rarely takes the time on a weekday to make some of her best dishes with a gourmet presentation.
"How do you like the food?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
I nodded while I cleaned my plate. "Delicious. You really knew what you were doing when you made this. I haven't eaten food this good in a while mom."
"Thank you," she said proudly. "You deserve it. After all, you're the man of the house now right? Isn't that what you want? So I guess I'll have to treat you accordingly."
"Hmm... now I'm starting to become even more skeptical here. Do you want extra breaks at work or what? There has to be a catch here."
She smiled, "There is no catch. It's just that, it's a pleasure to see you becoming a real grown up. I meant what I said earlier about you becoming a young man now. As a single mother who's raised you for the past many years, I find it to be very rewarding. And I couldn't be more proud of you."
I reached over and patted my mother's hand. "Thanks mom. I owe it all to you. Sorry if I was being a jerk about it."
"Don't worry. But in the meantime, these dishes won't clean themselves. Come on, help me bring all these plates over to the kitchen counter."
"After a meal like this, you deserve the night off. I'll do the dishes tonight and you go rest."
She smiled, "I appreciate that. Good night sweetie."
My mother then gave me a kiss on the check before heading up the stairs.
For the never several minutes, I washed the dishes and reflected on how crazy things have been lately. I couldn't believe that my mother and I had talked about such intimate and personal things. On top of being my mom, she was by far the most classy and elegant woman I know. And I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she showed me her vagina up close as a way to relieve me.
I heard footsteps behind me just as I was finishing up, and I turned around to say 'goodnight' to my mother.
"Thanks again for the..."
My jaw immediately dropped. I stood in disbelief at the sight of my mother walking into the kitchen completely naked.
She looked stunning. Her hair was down and her face was freshly scrubbed, giving her a natural look. Her body showed her middle-age, but at the same time, she was in great physical shape from all of her workouts. She had athletically toned legs and thin arms, and her breasts were medium sized and sagged a little. And her hard pink giant nipples showed that either she was cold, or she was aroused.
"Oh don't give me that look. What's the matter, you've never seen a naked woman before?" she asked as she grabbed a cup off the counter and headed to fridge for some juice.
I stammered, "Of... of course I have. It's just that... you're YOU. You're my..."
"You're mother?" she said, finishing my sentence. "Of course I know that. But since you want to be regarded as 'the man of the house', then it's only fitting that I be your housewife. And before you were born, your father and I were practically nudists at home. So it's only fair that you get the same treatment, isn't it?"
"I... I'd have to agree. I think I could get used to this."
She poured her juice and just as she left, she lightly touched the growing erection through my shorts. "It sure feels like you could. You've really turned out to be a real man in more ways than one. Sleep well."
I sat in my office late the next morning and reflected again upon all that's happened in the past many hours. Earlier in the day, as we rode in the car together, my mother made it perfectly clear that the previous night wasn't some fluke; and that she would be more than willing to be my naked housewife in order to relieve stress for the both of us, and to show her appreciation for how hard I was working. And naturally, the thought of that hadn't left my mind since.
My mother was at my door, wearing her usual office attire and a bright smile. The clock said it was 11:55 so I just assumed it was the same situation as the day before.
"Hey there," I said. "Need another extension for your lunch break?"
"Actually, not today. I told them I'd be skipping today's lunch meeting with them."
She gave me an uncharacteristically shy and vulnerable look as she approached my desk.
"Because I still feel as though we still have some things we needed to clear up between us, and I couldn't wait until this evening. Besides, I really like this office setting. It's fitting."
I nodded, "You're right about the clearing things up part. I haven't been able to focus on work all morning, especially after seeing you... you know... naked last night. Plus I haven't been able to shake the thought of seeing you that way from now on either.
"That's a good thing I hope..." she replied with an eyebrow raised.
"That's a great thing," I smiled. "You're amazing."
"Good," she said smiling back. "Because I think there's something else you might like to hear. Remember when I told you yesterday that I enjoyed mother/son fantasies?"
"How could I forget?"
"Well, you never asked me anything beyond that. Because if you had, you would have found out that I used to spy on my brother having sex with our mom growing up. It happened on his 18th birthday, and since then, I developed a rather strong oedipal fantasy that would rival most male authors of incest stories."
A small shiver went down my spine, the good kind, but I tried my best not to show my mother how aroused hearing that made me. I tried to say as calm as possible, but regardless, she could tell I was enthused.
"Oh..." I gasped. "You mean Uncle Joe and Grandma have been..."
"Screwing," she said. "I don't get to see it anymore because we obviously don't live together anymore. But I still fantasize about them from time to time, especially when I'm reading stories. And more recently, I've developed another strong incest fantasy regarding someone else in my immediate family; care to guess who that is?"
I paused for a moment to be sure what she was implying. "At this point, I'd say it's your current boss, the guy you're talking to right now, and who's office you're standing in. I know, I'm an irresistible guy."
She laughed, "Three days as a boss and you've got an ego already? You'll fit right in with upper-management."
"So what happens next? I mean, we obviously can't be open about this, but it's not like anyone is going to find out."
"Well I'm already going to be your naked housewife at home," she stated. "Neither of us seem to have a problem with that. So as your workplace subordinate, why not add another title for me?"
"I'm not sure where this is going, but I love the possibilities. What do you have in mind?"
"How would you feel about me being your office slut?" she asked bluntly. "It would be the same as with my previous boss, and with your father when I used to work for him. Even as my son, you would get the same benefits as them. What do you think?"
I was immediately taken aback by what my mother had just offered. After all the incestuous fantasizing and masturbating I had done in my life thinking about her, I never thought any of that would ever come true. And here it was, handed to me on a silver platter.
"I think it sounds like it's too good to be true. But if you're actually serious about this, then there's no way that I'm passing up this opportunity."
She smiled, "Well I am serious. It's a win/win situation for the both of us if you ask me. You would have a great way to relieve stress, and you get to live out your fantasy. Plus I would have a great way to relieve stress, and I would get to live out my fantasy. To top it all off, we would both obviously be sexually fulfilled to the utmost of our imaginations."
I took a deep breath and replied, "You had me convinced the moment you asked. So... uh... how do you suppose we start this thing. I mean... if I were your old boss, what would be happening right now?"
She got down on her knees, in between my legs.
"Well, with my previous boss, we would have kept the talking to a bare minimum and my mouth would be filled with cock already. Any objections to that?"
I shook my head no.
"Good," she said. "Let's get started."
Her hands casually headed towards my crotch as if she had done this a million times, and she immediately went to work undoing my belt buckle and zipper. Once undone, she pulled my ever-growing cock out of my underwear and began to stroke it up and down.
"Very nice," she commented. "It's been awhile since I've handled one of these. But don't worry, it's like riding a bike. You're a busy man and your time is important. We don't have a second to waste."
She swooped down and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Her vacuum-like suction and wet saliva was more than enough to get my cock fully engorged. And being orally served by my own mother in my office only added to how intense this feeling was.
The phone suddenly rang in the middle of my mother's newfound oral servitude for me. It was my boss on the other line.
"Don't mind me," she said, temporarily spitting my cock out. "You have important responsibilities around here. So go right ahead."
She was right. I cautiously answered the phone while my mother continued sucking me off.
"Hello," I answered. "Good afternoon Mr. Smith, it's a pleasure to hear from you. Yes, everything is going well, thanks for asking... My breathing? Oh, I was just about to leave and I ran back to answer the phone... Lunch? Now?"
My mother suddenly looked me straight in the eyes with a 'Don't You Dare' type of a look, and continued to suck, slurp, and bob her head with even more tenacity.
"I'm really sorry, but I've actually got something going on with one of the employees. It's an oral communication exercise to build a more cohesive work environment along with trust in the workplace... Thank you... I'm glad you agree on the importance of that... Then tomorrow it is," I said before the phone conversation ended.
She plopped my cock out of her mouth for the second time. "So what did he say?"
"He was thrilled that I'm such a team player and he wished there were more people like me around here. He also said he loved my emphasis on teamwork and bonding with my employees. Now where were we?"
"Oral communication right?"
She gave me a playful wink and went back to sucking me off. This time, she used her hand to stroke me, enhancing the sexual pleasure I receiving. I laid back and listened to her slurping noises filling the room, and having oral sex performed by my mother's expert mouth couldn't have felt better.
"Oh god," I moaned. "This feels fantastic. I'm going to explode pretty soon if you keep this up."
To my surprise, and brief disappointment, she put my raging hard cock back inside my pants and zipped me up.
"This is our first time together and I want it to be memorable," she said. "And it would be a real shame if it was only an office blowjob. Come on boss, everyone is on their lunch break right now, so let's go to the office supply room."
We both adjusted our clothes to look like our proper selves, as if nothing was out of the ordinary between us, and we headed towards the supply room. We made extra sure that no one saw us enter together, and once we shut the door behind us, she grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my lips.
"Mmmm...I could really get used to being your office slut."
I gave her a few more kisses and replied, "So can I. And if I'm not mistaken, the supply room is where you used to have sex right?"
She gave me an incredibly seductive grin and began to slowly undress. It was as if my mother was transforming before my very eyes in more ways that one. She had always prided herself on being so proper & elegant, along with being a fashionably dressed professional woman. And here she was, slowly taking off her expensive clothes and tossing them to the floor as if they were worthless accessories.
"That's exactly what we did in these places. Now be a good boss and fuck me until I can't take it anymore."
The last article of clothing was gone from her body and she was completely naked except for the stockings on her legs and the heels on her feet. She turned out and spread her legs apart, placing her hands on the table as she bent down.
I freed my rock hard erection and headed towards her. My heart pounded through my chest as the realization that I was about to finally fuck my own mother fully sunk in. She reached down with one hand to spread her labia apart, and I could tell that she was having the same thoughts based on how dripping wet she was.
The head of my cock slid inside of her womanhood, and so did the rest of my shaft. Her body trembled when I went all the way in, and I held her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her once her vaginal canal adjusted. It felt phenomenal being inside of her. And soon, the tiny room was filled with the sounds of wet rhythmic slappings from my crotch pounding the flesh of her ass, along with the faint sounds of us moaning.
"Oh god..." she panted. "Fuck me... that's it... fuck me... fuck your little office slut..."
We tried our best to muffle our voices and moaning to make sure that no one would hear us. It was already a big enough risk as it was, and we didn't want to get caught. But the fact that we were having sex in the office place was an added thrill to the already taboo act of incest.
Her legs suddenly started trembling at a ferocious pace and her body started shaking. My hands on her hips and thighs felt her muscles flexing and contracting, and it was clear that she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh shit..." she whimpered. "Oh... rub my clit... rub it for me..."
I reached down and furiously began to rub her engorged clitoris. The fluids seeping from her wet vagina coated my hand like a leaking faucet.
"I'm almost there... don't stop... keep screwing your mother..."
Hearing my proper and respectable mother's dirty mouth added to how hot this sexual situation was. We were both sweating profusely, and I could see some of the glass in the small room start to fog up.
But I didn't have much time to think about my own pleasures, as my mother's back arched violently, and a strong gush of fluids rushed through my fingers as I fucked her pussy and fingered her clit the best that I humanly could.
It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from thrashing her body around and screaming at the top of her lungs for the entire office building to hear. And it took every ounce of strength that I had to keep pleasuring her the way that she need to be pleasured.
Once her orgasm subsided, her body was in a near state of collapse as she bent back down with her hands on the table to hold herself up. Soon, it was my turn to orgasm.
"I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum mom..." I said as softly as I could.