Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2023 00:13:30 -0800 From: Hey All Subject: Office Mother (bisexual, incest) "Office Mother" by HeyAll Nifty can be supported here, every dollar counts. https://donate.nifty.org Support my work on Patreon for custom stories. What would you like to read? I can accommodate you. Tips are greatly appreciated. https://www.patreon.com/HeyAllStories Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories *** While getting settled into my new office, the man from Human Resources came over to congratulate me on the promotion, along with offering me a friendly handshake. It was the moment my life changed forever. "It's nice to see some fresh faces in charge," the man said. "I've heard great things about you. And I also saw that Sandra was recently hired back and will work for you. What a treat." There was a sly grin on the man's face and I didn't know how to respond. If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought this asshole made a suggestive remark about my mother, not knowing that I'm Sandra's son. Let me explain: My mother spent her entire adult life working as a paralegal for different firms and companies. She paid for my education and pulled a lot of strings to get me this job. After a few years of working here, I got promoted to a managerial position. Mom had been working in a different department, until sadly, that department was closed a few months ago. As fate should have it, they rehired her in my department. And she'd be working under me. We agreed to keep our mother/son relationship a secret. The last thing we needed was to be on the receiving end of jokes because I've become my mother's boss. Only now, it seemed like I was getting a little too much information. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I've heard that Sandra is a hard worker." He kept grinning, "Oh yeah. She's a hard worker. She's also smart, funny, and a great cocksucker." "Very funny," I replied. "Are you trying to get me to flirt with her?" He smiled and turned to walk away. "That's up to you. But when she's under your desk, sucking you off, just remember this conversation." "Wait," I replied, stopping him. "Are you serious? I mean, that still goes on in the workplace these days?" "It's not against the rules if no one knows. Catch my drift?" "And you've seen this happen with her? Or is it something you've heard?" "Both, actually," he said. "I'm friends with her previous boss. Once in a while, I've caught glimpses of Sandra on her knees. I've heard positive things. Who knows, maybe if you play your cards right, she'll be your office slut, too." "Yeah, I guess so." If only he knew... *** My head was spinning the next morning as my mother prepared for the first day as my paralegal. All I could think about was the man from Human resources, was he serious, or making a joke? Did my prim and proper mother do that in the office? Worst of all, was she doing that while previously married to dad? "How exciting," mom said, striking different poses for me. "What do you think of my new outfit?" She kept modeling different poses while standing in front of her bedroom mirror. As usual, her outfit was both classy and sexy at the same time. It hugged her body and showed off her curves where they needed to be shown. "You look amazing," I replied. "I know. I'm warming up to the idea of us working together. A lot of my friends say their kids move out and they rarely hear from them again. So I think it's great that we can spend so much time together." "Yeah, well it's going to be an interesting day," I replied with a forced smile. "It hasn't fully sunk in yet, to be honest." She winked. "Give it time. And you better not abuse your powers, either. Believe me, you might be my new boss in the workplace, but I'll always be the boss at home." "You're right." "What's the matter?" she asked, seeing through my discomfort. "Are you having second thoughts about this?" "No, it's not that. It's just, never mind, it's nothing." She put her hands on her hips. "Tell me, what is it?" I took a deep breath. "Fine, do you know a guy named Dave from Human Resources?" "Sure I do. Why?" "He doesn't know that I'm your son, so he started telling me personal things. You know, about you and the previous boss." Mom froze for a few seconds. There was no mistaking it, she knew what I was talking about. She could tell from the tone of my voice that it was serious. "Oh my god," she gasped. "That fucking jerk. I can't believe this." "So it's true then?" She paused for a moment. "I'm not a whore. Please don't think of me as one." "I never said you were." "No, but you're thinking it. I'm a grown woman. What I do in private is nobody's business. As far as I'm concerned, you have no right to judge me." I took a few steps forward and put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "I'm not judging you, mom. It caught me off guard and I couldn't stop thinking about it. That's all." "Fair enough," she replied, calming herself down. "I'm a hardworking woman and I've earned everything I have in life. I didn't sleep my way to career advancement." "Of course," I replied. "But I have to ask, did the relationship you had with your previous boss happen while you were with dad?" A look of shock came over her face. "God, no. I've never cheated on your father, and this has nothing to do with the divorce. It was a short fling while I was single." "I'm glad. That bothered me more than anything." She nodded. "Sorry I overreacted. We should clear the air, since we'll be working together. Are you okay with that?" "Sure." "The relationship with my ex-boss began when I was single. I was busy with my personal life and career. I worked long hours and we developed a mutual attraction. I have a thing for authoritarian figures. It's my only weakness. There, now you can stop wondering what that was all about." Her tone suggested the conversation was over. Although she tried to be a proud mother, holding her head high and fighting off any sense of embarrassment, I saw her cheeks blush. There was shame on her part. *** A few hours later, I was sitting behind the desk of my office. I was getting the hang of my new job and things settled with mom. Deep down, I knew it wasn't over. Mom was a prideful woman and she needed to be seen in a positive light. There was a knock on my door. In typical mom-fashion, she opened the door before I could answer, and she entered with a smile. "Hi boss," she said, walking towards me. "Can I get you coffee or something? I can't stand the thought of you being overworked sitting behind that cozy desk of yours." "Your sarcasm is much appreciated. Don't you know it's bad practice to be condescending to your workplace superior?" She sat on my desk, facing me. "I guess not. I'm having lunch with a few of my old colleagues from other departments. My lunch break will be a little longer than it should. It won't happen again; I promise." "I knew you'd take advantage." "Oh, relax. It's only an extra thirty minutes. Besides, I'm one of the most experienced paralegals around here, so I can get things done fast." "I'm sure you can, but you should expect to be treated like a typical employee." I realized my bad choice of words, given all that she had confessed. Her eyebrows raised. "That's quite a revelation." "You know what I meant. All I'm saying is that..." She interjected, "Did you want to be treated like my old boss? Because that's what your comment sounded like." "Has anyone seen Sandra?" a voice said in the background. "Your friend is looking for you," I said. "Go ahead and take a longer lunch break. When you come back, I expect your work to be finished by the end of the day." She smiled and turned to leave. "I knew you'd see things my way." *** After an awkward car ride home, my mother and I had dinner together that evening. None of us mentioned the innuendo filled discussion we had early in the day, but it was still in the air. "Picking up pizza was a great choice," she said, breaking the silence at the dinner table. "I know, right?" She licked her lips. "We should make this our weekly thing. How about every Friday?" "That's a plan. I'll pay." "A generous manager," she said. "Speaking of which, I'm sorry for getting too playful with you earlier. I got carried away in your office." "Don't worry about it. To be honest, it was kind of funny hearing you talk like that." "You liked it then?" she teased. "Not this again." "I'm partly serious. I wondered if you like mom-play because you're my boss now. There's no shame in liking certain things." "Was that a vibe you got today?" "Yes." "No comment," I replied with a smile. She shrugged. "I've been extremely honest with you lately, so you can be honest with me. Have you thought about it? The mom/son aspect of our office relationship." "I'll answer your question on one condition," I said. Her eyebrow rose. "And what condition would that be?" "Tell me how submissive you were with your previous boss." She kept a straight face. "Very." "Any examples? You don't have to answer." "Sometimes I went pantyless to work. He would call me into his office, have me sit on his desk, then lift my skirt to see how I felt. That usually ended with me having to wipe his desk clean. In addition to giving him oral sex, he would sometimes screw me in the supply room. And finally, if we worked overtime together, he'd insist that I strip down and do my paralegal duties naked. There have been several instances where the custodian got a nice show." "That was more than I was expecting to hear," I replied, stunned by my mom's admissions. She shrugged, "You asked for it. Now it's your turn. Have you thought about mom-play since becoming my boss?" "Yeah, I have, kind of. I mean, it's a common thing people look at nowadays." "Meaning online porn?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, I guess." "What's your favorite category of incest?" Hearing my mother use the word `incest' during a dinner conversation was unnerving, but it's a new chapter in our relationship. She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward, showing her interest. "Do we really need to go there?" I asked. "After everything I've told you? I think it's fair." "I've always thought that father/daughter stuff was kinda hot, where the daughter teases her dad and he feels helpless because of his natural urges. I also think mother/son stuff is kind of fun." "Mother/son stuff?" she said with a grin. "Oh my. I had no idea you felt that way. Have you ever thought about me?" "I should have known this was a trap. This is your way of embarrassing me for being your boss, isn't it? I knew it." She laughed, "Relax. Believe it or not, I like that you're my new boss. We get to spend more time together. And thinking about your mother is nothing to be ashamed of. Like you said, this kind of thing is more common than people realize." *** It was late the next afternoon when my mother knocked on my office door, carrying some documents in a folder. She looked gorgeous as always. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection, and so was her professional attire. But unlike yesterday, instead of wearing pants, she wore a knee-length office skirt with stockings on her legs which could grab any man's attention. "Good afternoon," she said with grace. "I have the briefing you wanted, complete with detailed information and research I added on my own." "And that's why you're the most dedicated and valuable person in this division. I'll be sure to recommend a pay raise once evaluations come." "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. And speaking of dedication, you look exhausted. Don't let the pressure of a new job get to you. It's always good to have a break. Trust me on that." "Thank you, I appreciate the advice." She walked over to me and leaned her butt against my desk. Her face showed a touch of excitement and her skirt rode up. I was in anticipation of where this was headed. "You glanced at my legs this morning," she said. "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 replied, "Both maybe. What you did for your previous boss crossed my mind when I saw you were wearing a skirt. You have great legs." She reached down to pinch the hem of her skirt and she raised them, revealing the flesh of her thighs and the top of her garter. "I'm glad you think so. When I got dressed this morning, I realized that I never answered your question about if I had any incest fantasies of my own. Maybe this will give you an idea." She pulled her skirt further to reveal the bottom end of her bare vagina. No panties. My heart pounded at the sight of my mother's brown labia. She pulled even further to expose her clean 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..." I gasped with my eyes glued to her womanly parts. "I'm guessing you like mother/son fantasies. 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. Have a good day, boss." I was snapped out of my trance when my mother yanked her skirt 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 hours later, my mother and I were in the car, heading home. To say things were more awkward than yesterday was an understatement. I had a close encounter with my mother's pussy, and to make matters worse, her skirt was hiked as I drove. "You're tense," she said. "I'm sure you know why." "Men always lose their minds at the sight of a woman's vagina, even if it's the one they came from." I tried not to, but I couldn't help but laugh. "Very funny," 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?" "No comment on that." "I 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 at home." "Actually, that might not be the case anymore," I replied. "If I'm not mistaken, I'll be bringing home a bigger check than you. That makes me the man of the house now. You can't argue with that." I kept my eyes on the road as I heard her giggle. "This new take-charge attitude of yours is impressive," she said. "You're grown. I suppose you're right. You're the man of the house 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 sexual tension between us continued that night. She cooked a nice dinner. And it was special considering she rarely takes the time on a weekday to make some of her best dishes with a gourmet presentation. "Do you like it?" she asked, which could have been a reference to the small outfit she had decided to wear. I nodded while cleaning my plate. "Delicious. As always." "Thank you," she said. "You deserve it. After all, you're the man of the house now, right? That means I'll have to treat you accordingly." "If you want extra breaks at work, you're doing the right things." She smiled, "There's no catch. It's a pleasure to see you becoming a man. As a single mother, it's rewarding." I reached over and patted my mother's hand. "Thanks, mom. I love you." "Love you, too. In the meantime, these dishes won't clean themselves. Come on, help me bring this to the kitchen counter." "You deserve the night off. I'll handle the dishes." She smiled, "I appreciate that. You're too sweet." My mother gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs. * For the next several minutes, I washed the dishes and reflected on how crazy things have gotten. I couldn't believe that my mother and I had talked about such intimate things. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she showed me her vagina up close. 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 dropped. I stood in disbelief at the sight of my mother walking into the kitchen naked. She looked stunning. Her hair was down and her face was makeup free, giving her a natural look. Her curvy body reflected her middle-age. Her breasts were medium sized and sagged a little. And the hardness of her large pink nipples showed that she was either cold or aroused. "Don't give me that look," she said with a wave of a hand, as she grabbed a cup from the counter and headed to the fridge for some juice. "What's the matter, you've never seen a naked woman before?" I stammered, "Of... of course I have. It's just that...you're my..." "Your mother?" she said, finishing my sentence. "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. It's only fair that you get the same treatment, right?" "I think I'd agree." She poured her juice, and before leaving, she came over to me and touched the growing erection through my shorts. "It feels like you agree." Her butt swayed with each step as she walked away. *** I sat in my office the next morning and thought about the revealing outfit my mother was wearing. Earlier in the day, as we rode in the car together, my mother made it clear that the previous night wasn't some fluke; that she would be more than willing to be my naked housewife. There was a knock on my door. Mom entered with a bright smile. It was 11:54 so I assumed it was the same situation as yesterday. "Hey there," I said. "Need another extension for your lunch break?" "Actually, no. I told them I'd be skipping today's lunch meeting with them." "Why?" She sat on top of my desk, but kept her legs closed. "Because we still have things to clear up, and I couldn't wait until this evening. Besides, I like this office setting. It's fitting." I nodded, "You're right. I haven't been able to focus on work all morning, especially after seeing you... you know... naked last night." "That's a good thing, I hope," she replied with an eyebrow raised. "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 discovered 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 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 Joseph and Grandma have been..." "Screwing," she said. "Hard. I don't get to see it anymore because we obviously don't live together. But I still fantasize about their secret relationship. They never knew that I spied on them. And more recently, I've developed another strong incest fantasy; care to guess with who?" 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 in." "Smart guy." "What happens next? I mean, we obviously can't be open about this, but it's not like anyone is going to find out either." "I'm already going to be your naked housewife at home," she said. "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?" "Would you be interested in having an office slut?" she asked. "I'll give you the same benefits as my previous boss. What do you think?" I was taken aback by what my mother offered. "Sounds too good to be true. Are you serious?" "I'm serious. It's a win/win situation, both in the office, and at home." I took a deep breath. "How would this start? If I was your previous boss, what would be happening right now?" She got down on her knees, between my legs. "Well, with my previous boss, the talking would be kept to a bare minimum and my mouth would already be filled with cock. Any objection to that?" I shook my head `no.' "Good," she said. "Let's get started. Would you like a blowjob, sir?" I nodded. Her hands headed toward my crotch as if she had done this a million times, and she 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 up and down. "Very nice," she commented. "It's been a while 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 were more than enough to get my cock fully engorged. And being orally served by my mother in the office only added to how intense this feeling was. The phone rang in the middle of my mother's newfound oral servitude. I checked the screen. It was my boss. "Don't mind me," she said, spitting my cock out. "You have important responsibilities around here. Go right ahead." She was right. I answered the phone while my mother continued sucking me off. "Hello," I answered. "Good afternoon, it's nice 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 looked me straight in the eyes with a 'Don't You Dare' type of expression and continued to suck, slurp, and bob her head with even more tenacity. "I'm sorry, but I've got something going on with an employee. 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." The call ended and I focused on my mother's oral attention. She plopped my cock out of her mouth for the second time. "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 loved my emphasis on teamwork and bonding with my employees. Now where were we?" "Oral communication, right?" "Exactly." 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 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. "It would be a real shame if it was only an office blowjob. Come on boss, everyone is on their lunch break right now, let's go to the supply room." *** We adjusted our clothes to look like our proper selves, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if she hadn't just sucked my cock, and we headed towards the supply room. We made sure that no one saw us enter together, and once we shut the door, 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 a seductive grin and undressed. It was as if my mother was transforming before my very eyes in more ways than one. She had always prided herself on being so proper and elegant, along with being a fashionably dressed professional woman. And here she was, taking off her expensive clothes and tossing them to the floor like 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 naked except for the stockings on her legs and the heels on her feet. She turned around and spread her legs apart, placing her hands on the table as she bent down. I freed my rock hard erection. My heart pounded as the realization that I was about to fuck my own mother sunk in. She reached down with one hand to spread her labia apart, and I could tell that she was having the same incestuous thoughts based on her dripping wet pussy. The head of my cock slid inside her womanhood, so did the rest of my shaft. Her body trembled when I went all the way in and I gripped her hips tightly and proceeded to fuck her, once her vaginal canal adjusted. And soon, the tiny room was filled with the sounds of wet rhythmic slappings from pounding the flesh of her ass, along with the faint sounds of her moaning. "Oh god..." she panted. "Fuck me... that's it... fuck me... fuck your little office slut... fuck your own mother where it counts." We tried our best to muffle our voices and moans to make sure that no one heard us. It was already a big enough risk and we couldn't get caught. If anyone found out about this, we'd likely be fired. Our reputations would be ruined forever and we'd be the subject of endless gossip, all throughout the city. But the fact that we were having wild sex in the office place was an added thrill to the already taboo act of incest. Her legs trembled at a ferocious pace and her body started shaking. My hands were on her hips and thighs while fucking. I felt her muscles flexing and contracting, and she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. "Oh goodness..." she whimpered. "Oh... rub my clit... rub it for me... this is how you make your mother cum... your office slut of a mother... make me cum. This is how I need to be fucked in the office... oh god... this is how you treat your mother." I reached down and rubbed her engorged clitoris. The fluids seeping from her wet pussy coated my hand like a leaking faucet. "I'm almost there... don't stop... keep screwing your mother... Be a good son... be a good boss. Give your office slut the best orgasm ever... It's what your mother demands." Hearing my proper and respectable mother's dirty mouth added to the sexual situation. We were sweating profusely and I could see some of the glass in the small room start to fog. Her breathing became labored. Her skin felt warm. I didn't have time to think about my own pleasure, as my mother's back arched violently, and a strong gush of fluids rushed through my fingers rubbing her clitoris, as I fucked her pussy as hard as I could. She was making a mess all over the place, squirt running down my hand, down her legs, and making a pool on the floor. 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 needed to be pleasured. A true office slut. Once her orgasm subsided, her body nearly collapsed as she bent down with her hands on the table to hold herself up. Soon, it was my turn to orgasm. "I'm going to cum, " I whispered. I was unsure of where I'd finish, but my mother knew. She had plans, or maybe it was a snap decision. She was re-energized, dropping to her knees, looking up at me, and jerked me off until I exploded all over her mouth, coating her lips and tongue with my orgasm. She didn't stop until I was drained and she finished by continuing to look me in the eyes while she swallowed. "That was fucking amazing," I said. She continued licking the tip of my penis. "Now I'm claimed. I'm your mother, but I'm also your office slut. Do as you'd like." "You're my housewife, too," I reminded. She smiled and nibbled on the head of my cock. "And I'm your housewife." "You've left a pile of squirt on the floor. We're messy." "I'll clean it right away, boss." After a few more licks on my shaft, devouring all my cum, she kissed the head of my cock and put my penis back inside my pants. While still naked, she grabbed several sheets of paper towels and used them to wipe the floor clean. *** I watched my mother get dressed, then she took the wet paper towels. It was such an erotic sight seeing her go from an office slut, back to being the prim and proper woman everyone knows her as. The awkwardness that lingered between us disappeared and everything felt normal. Everything felt the way that it should. By the time we left the supply room, a group of people from the same floor, but different department, had just returned from their lunch break. It was obvious that they knew we had sex. Especially by looking at my mother's 'I just got fucked' hairdo and her slightly crinkled outfit. She tossed out the handful of squirt-soaked paper towels in the hallway garbage, but of course, no one knew the wetness was mom's orgasm. As for the orgasmic glow and smile which radiated from my mother? It was much too obvious. Any sexually experienced woman could spot it a mile away. My mother didn't care though. She walked right past them with her chin held high and a proud smile on her face. I could even hear some of the women in the background gossip about us with their whispering voices. "Well those two clearly had sex." "Couldn't they have gotten a hotel room?" "I've heard they're related. Can you believe it?" This job turned out to be more than just a significant pay raise. It was a unique bonding experience. Not only was she my mother, but she had also become my naked housewife, and in her words, my office slut. And that's the way it was meant to be. The End https://www.patreon.com/HeyAllStories Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories