Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2023 10:35:18 -0700 From: Hey All Subject: Pregnant, Mother, Office Slut (bisexual, incest) "Pregnant, Mother, Office Slut" by HeyAll Note: The following story contains m/f/f, mom/son incest, and a pregnant mother in the office. Thank you to Nifty for hosting erotic stories. Twitter & Instagram: @heyallstories ~~~~~ 2006 -- Making an Office Slut ~~~~~ I'll never forget seeing Sandra in the lobby while I was headed to the office. We'd gone to college together and became close friends while in the sorority, but lost touch after living so far apart. Keep in mind, those were the days before social media and mass communication. She looked like a more refined version of herself from college. The slight shyness she had was still there, being a booksmart girl never really goes away, only now she's professionally dressed in a suit and matching heels. She was the same sweet girl on the inside, but her outside appearance had taken on a new level of sophistication. "Hey, remember me?" When she looked in my direction, it took her a few seconds to register my appearance, then a smile beamed across her face and she gave me a hug. The same as ever, but now her affection was geared towards a corporate setting. "God, I can't believe it's you. It's been so long." "Yeah, I was just headed to my office when I somehow recognized you. Lovely outfit by the way. Based on your nervous tension, you're new here." "It's my first day on the job and I was taking a moment to admire the grandeur of this lobby." "Come on, I'll buy you coffee. We have so much catching up to do." We had about 20 minutes for a quick cup of coffee and we sat and talked fast. There was so much enthusiasm between us. The chemistry never left. When you're close friends with a person, it never does. Sandra explained that she was re-entering the workforce after having finalized a divorce. She has a wealth of experience as a paralegal and a number of connections in the city, which was how she got a job at this place. At the end of our quick chat, we exchanged phone numbers and made plans for lunch. I gave her pointers on how to succeed at this place, things about company culture and who to befriend and who to avoid. We worked in different departments but I knew everyone. I accompanied Sandra to her floor and felt happy for her. Her enthusiasm was genuine. When we went our separate ways that morning, I remember sitting in my office wondering how much she knew about this place. Yes, there's prestige, importance, and the salaries are generous. But she's an attractive woman who's just the type for prominent men. In the weeks that followed I'd come to the conclusion that she had no idea what this place was truly about. There was a certain naivety whenever she talked about her job. I'd ask questions in vague generalities about certain people and she'd give candid remarks. Nothing to suggest that she has any inside knowledge. The following year, which was right before the big financial crash, our company went through a series of restructuring to eliminate a layer of bureaucracy. A number of middle-managers were removed and Sandra got herself a nice promotion working in the office of Mr. Goldman and reporting directly to him. Under normal circumstances, that would be a thing to celebrate, but the problem was that Goldman's office was far from normal. I wondered if it was just a coincidence or if she was specifically chosen, because after all, she's their type. Smart. Attractive. Hard working. They have a particular fetish for breaking in women like her. I've always had a great working relationship with Mr. Goldman so I went to his office and inquired, days before Sandra was scheduled to work there. Men like him are always upfront. I have to respect that. "Yes, that's exactly what we're planning," he said. "Does she know?" "Not yet. I was going to have my secretary give Sandra a briefing. If she has any further questions, I'd be happy to explain." "I can talk to Sandra if you want." "Why?" "I've known her since college. We're actually good friends and she's an amazing person." He smiled, "Yeah, I like that. Talk to her. Let me know how it goes." I smiled back, wondering how I'd explain to Sandra that I'm part of what happens behind closed doors. Or open doors, depending on how you look at it. We had lunch the next day, a French bistro on the lower floor serving gourmet steak and fries, and I requested that we be seated by the window. More room for privacy for our personal conversation, one that could potentially shatter our friendship. "What do you know about Mr. Goldman and that office?" I asked. "Not much, actually. He's on a different floor. Never met him. I've heard he's strict." "So no one told you anything?" "Nope. I'm supposed to get an orientation next week." "From the secretary, right?" "Yeah, I have a meeting with the secretary, why?" "There are many secrets at this institution," I said. "People work long hours. Lots of stress. Certain men expect perks. That includes pay and accommodations. And for women like us, that means we'll have to suck a dick. Here and there." She nearly spat her food out. I did my best to keep my voice down, hoping she'd do the same. There were colleagues around having lunch and the wait staff was attending to people. "Excuse me?" "You heard that correctly. Mr. Goldman expects to have his dick sucked." "By me?" "Yes, since you'll be working there. I know it's difficult to hear. The higher you climb in the corporate ladder, the more that's expected of you." "That's sexual harassment." "It's a generous paycheck. It's endless letters of recommendations. It's also great orgasms. Do you miss getting fucked? Do you want someone eating your pussy? Those things can happen. Discreetly. You just have to keep an open mind." "This job was too good to be true." Sandra put her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands. She wasn't crying, but she was close. The job meant everything to her. It meant career growth and the ability to start a new life after a messy divorce. It was also a way of supporting her son, who was still in college at the time. "I'll think about it," she said. Her voice was soft and tender, with her face still buried in her hands. I rubbed her shoulder and leaned toward her ear. No one else needed to hear this. It was a private conversation between friends about the intricacies of work life. "Give it a try. I'll join you the first time. If it's not your thing, then leave. I'll make sure you get a nice recommendation letter to work anywhere in the city, okay?" "Thank you." She seemed devastated at the moment and I felt certain she was going to quit and never return and never speak to me again. Instead, the opposite happened. The diligent girl I knew from college had returned and Sandra was calling me at night, asking questions about how the system worked. It reminded me so much of our study groups in the sorority. She was always the smart one. Always destined for big things. In fact she told me weeks earlier that she almost became a lawyer but stopped to devote time to her then-husband and starting a family. Her ambition started to shine. She wanted to know who the power players were, their personalities, and if they were involved with the corporate secret. Most were, to be frank. And if I were honest about the situation, I've long had the suspicion that Sandra hadn't received a good fucking in a while. Not from her ex-husband, not from anybody. She had that rigid edge about her. In college she was vanilla and that carried over to her professional life. Some things never change. Sure, I'd guided lots of women into the corporate lifestyle before, but that was always business. This is personal. In college, Sandra was like a sister to me. She was like my younger, nerdy sister. Now I was mentioning her in matters of sex. It was Monday late afternoon when it finally happened. Because she was new to the lifestyle, I made sure things were on Sandra's terms and she requested a private affair, which meant she wanted to do it when most people left. We went to Mr. Goldman's office when the time was right. The few still around probably knew what this was about. There were only two reasons Mr. Goldman saw women alone; blowjobs or fucking. Sandra wasn't as nervous as I had expected. Instead she was kind of anxious, as if this were a job interview. They shook hands and made formal introductions. The more they talked, the harder Sandra breathed, with upright posture and her chin held high. If she was going to do this, it would be from a position of strength rather than weakness. We got on our knees while Mr. Goldman stood. The whole thing was pre-planned, I'd talked this over with Sandra about what the boss liked and disliked. She was prepared and knew exactly what to expect. When she undid the boss's pants, a semi-erect penis flopped out and she looked at me, then she looked at the penis with wide-eyes. It was the first time she'd ever done anything in the office setting or in front of another person. I got the impression that this secretly excited her. She wanted to finish early so she grabbed the shaft and took it inside her mouth. That was the moment everything changed. Sandra was no longer the same woman that I knew back in college, she wasn't even the same woman I saw in the lobby a few months earlier. This became the new version of Sandra, the one willing to embrace her sexuality for the sake of pleasure and career advancements. I leaned in closer to get a better view of her sucking. This was something she prepared for, and when Mr. Goldman came, she wrapped her lips tight and accepted everything that followed. Sandra would never have allowed me to watch this back in college. When she finished, she stuck her tongue out and looked Mr. Goldman in the eyes. The cum looked so good dripping from her mouth. It was her first slutty act. That was how it all started. Watching her blossom into an office slut was a joy. Many women are swift to fall to their knees for a promotion or benefits. Even being submissive to powerful men is an aphrodisiac to them. But what made Sandra so intoxicating to watch was that her submissive side was different. It conflicted with her vanilla attitude. That gradual turn was intriguing to observe, seeing her get bolder and bolder. Going pantyless beneath her skirt. Getting under the desk during office hours to blow her boss. The pinnacle was her working naked during overtime hours. Those memories will never be forgotten. ~~~~~ 2012 -- A Modern Housewife ~~~~~ By this point, the corporation had recovered after the economic collapse years earlier and things were on a stable footing. Finances were balanced and office politics was more relaxed. The erections of male bosses had returned to full strength after turbulent years of stress which caused their organs to have mixed results. The `great softening,' as many women in the office had called it. Sandra had been laid off along with the division she'd been working for, but I pulled some strings to get her son hired and promoted. It was my gesture of gratitude for Sandra and all that she'd done. Nonetheless, her son had the right credentials in finances and we're always looking for bright young talent. I'd gotten more good news when I was showing Brian -- her son -- to his new office. I was waiting for the right time to tell him. As I led him towards the desk, I watched as his eyes widened in amazement. The spacious room was lined with sleek, modern furniture, and the walls were adorned with tasteful art pieces. Sunlight flooded through the large windows, casting a warm glow. "Your own private space," I said. "Look at this view. Incredible." He couldn't believe his luck. "Absolutely incredible. Thank you so much. This is a dream." "You've earned it." I showed him around the office, explaining the different amenities and features, including the state-of-the-art computer and high-tech phone system. He seemed eager to get started and I couldn't help but feel proud of him. "This is amazing," he said. "Wait until you hear the next surprise. Your mother is being fast tracked to be rehired. There are more openings and she'll be given seniority for a paralegal job." His smile was so broad. "Does she know that already?" "I actually called her this morning, so yeah, she knows." "That's great news and also hilarious at the same time. I guess we'll be commuting to work together." "And also sharing the same office." "What do you mean?" I tap the desk. "Your mother will become your paralegal. She'll work for you. You'll be her boss." "Wow, does she know that?" "Yes, and she was taken aback by that news. She also thought it was awkward but she's thankful to be working here again. After a while, she saw the bright side of it. You and your mother are about to become extremely close." "I'm incredibly grateful for what you've done for us." "The pleasure is all mine. Just don't tell anyone about this, you know, the mom/son thing. People will accuse me of being biased, which I am." "Our secret. You're the best." "What are friends for?" I meant what I said, that it was a favor between friends, but I wondered if Sandra would return to form. If she'd become the office slut again and let me watch her self-expression. We'd talked about that on the phone and she was open to the idea, but was hesitant doing anything provocative around her son. I understood. So that was our pact with each other. We kept it a secret that Sandra and Brian were mother/son to avoid unnecessary drama and office politics. We also didn't want people gossiping that Sandra was an office slut with her son nearby. What happened a few weeks later was something that changed our lives forever. I had lunch with women from my department, and when we returned to the office, a few of them noticed something about Sandra that piqued their interest. There was a particular glow she had when leaving the supply room with her son. The women noticed that right away. Beneath their breath they whispered amongst themselves. "Well those two clearly had sex." "Couldn't they have gotten a room?" "I've heard they're related. Can you believe it?" None of them knew they were mother/son. None of them knew about office politics and sexual favors. So to them, this was something vile. Their tone bordered on disgust as Sandra looked ahead and walked away while fixing her outfit and having a hitch in her step. I chimed into the conversation. "Oh stop that, they aren't related. Sandra had a minor back injury and she's taking medication. That's why she's walking like that." Of course, that was a lie, but they believed it. I managed to convince the women that their instincts were wrong. They looked ashamed for making such lewd comments. They changed the subject before going back to work. But women have strong instincts about sex and I knew they were right. Sandra's glow was unmistakable. The hitch in her step was undeniable. She'd been fucked by her son. That recognition consumed the rest of my day. I was like a zombie going into a meeting, thinking about what she'd done. And I was sure, too. There was no doubt about it. My assumption was that Sandra filled that lustful void in her heart with something closer to home, so to speak. In the days that followed, I debated with myself whether to inquire about it or not. My main issue was respecting her privacy, but in the end, I was just too curious. What they were doing was so deviant that I had to know more. What could possess a good woman like her to do such a thing? Plus this was technically within the purview of my job. I'm expected to look after the well-being of all employees and ensure social cohesion. The best way to approach things was straight forward. When she was alone in the office doing clerical work, I walked inside and closed the door. "So, you and Brian, what's going on there?" She stopped what she was doing, looked at me and gave a concocted answer about how things were going great. That things had been awkward at first but she found the humor in it. I wasn't going to let her dodge the question, so I asked again, but in a different way. This time with an icy glare to accompany my statement. "The other day I saw you leaving the supply room with your son." She froze for a moment, then nodded. "You're right." "God, that's so fucking wild." "It's a long story. Do you have time?" "For this, I have all the time in the world." Sandra texted her son to give us privacy for a while, then we sat on the couch and held hands while facing each other. It was a reminder of our sisterly bond. "I've never told anyone about this," she said. "You can trust me." "I know. Goodness, how did I get myself into this mess?" Sandra gave a self-deprecating laugh as she hung her head down and rubbed her face. Her shame was apparent. Committing incest was something that rattled her. I stroked her hair. "Did your son pressure you into doing this?" "No, no, don't blame him." "Then how did it start?" "Dave from the HR department hinted to my son about my past. Of course, Dave didn't know that Brian is my son, he just wanted to gossip and talk about sex." "Fucking asshole. I'll deal with him later for violating company policy." "Please do," she said. "Anyway, my son told me about that conversation and I admitted it. I've always been a big believer in complete honesty in our relationship. Especially since we live alone together. I didn't mention everything all at once. It came out gradually and Brian was accepting of my past, even a little curious about it." "What did you tell him?" "Eventually I told him everything." For some reason, that made my cunt twitch and turn wet. This was uncharted territory. Seeing the look of confusion on Sandra's face, knowing this made her both regretful and horny was satisfying to see. "Everything?" "Yes, everything," she replied. "The naked office play when we worked overtime. The blowjobs. The sex. Eventually I told him everything." "Why?" "Because I felt submissive to Brian since he became my boss. An old habit. It was my way of coping with my son having a higher job title than me, that I'm now beneath him. Because he was interested in my sexual life and the things I'd done. Because it made me feel special." "Did it make you wet?" "Like you wouldn't believe." "God, this is wild," I said. "You must think of me as a terrible slut." "Well, you did fuck your son." There was a short pause and we laughed and her face turned red. As ashamed as Sandra was, she also seemed thankful to have a friend to confide in, someone who wouldn't judge her, but would instead try to understand what she was going through. "Please don't tell anyone," she said. "Never. But my promise comes with a condition. You have to let me watch sometimes." Sandra was taken aback. "You're kidding." "Nope. Once a month, at least. You pick the schedule." At that moment, we both knew she'd become the office slut once again. She had the same expression as when she'd sucked off Mr. Goldman all those years ago. Only this time, it's with her son. Her own biological son. In the meantime I enjoyed observing them interact in the office. There were little tells which gave it away, small things, like Sandra lowering her eyes in obedience after talking to her son. She'd never done that before with previous bosses. Her body language was more submissive toward him. The opposite was true for Brian, who seemed to have a surge in confidence since this started. A week later Sandra approached me with the offer. She entered my office carrying a stack of papers from something else she was doing. "Do you want to watch?" she asked. A random question without context, but I knew what she meant, even though her tone and posture were professional. Come to think of it, there was a slight shakiness to her voice. Nervousness. "I'm assuming Brian knows about this." She blushed, "Yes, he knows, in fact he loves the idea. He thinks you're hot, so it's exciting for him if you're watching." "Do you also think the idea is hot?" "It would be like old times, except this would be a lot more embarrassing." "You think it's embarrassing? Why?" She smiled. "Why do you think? That's my son." "The ultimate slutty task." "I know. That's why it's so shameful." "But does it arouse you?" "It's the best sex I've ever had in my life. I've never been wetter." "Because of his cock? Or because he's your son?" "He's a handsome guy, a great fuck for sure, but it's because he's my son. That's what makes me so wet, the taboo of being his office slut. His home slut." "A home slut?" I asked. "Sometimes I'm naked at home, like when I cook dinner, or while we eat. I'm a naked housewife for him. He's taken the place of a supportive husband and he's filled the void in my cunt for a dominant boss." The image of Sandra naked at home, cooking dinner and sitting down to eat, sent a shiver down my spine. It took the situation to a whole new level and I understood why it was the best sex she's ever had. "We need to have lunch sometime. I need to hear every little detail." "Everything?" "Oh yes, I expect to know everything. One step at a time." She blushed. "What would you like first?" "Watching you give a blowjob. You've always given the best head in this office." "Now you're flattering me." "I'm serious. You always get compliments on your cocksucking abilities. Men like the clinical effort you put into it." "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say. Sure, we can arrange that. How about 7 pm at my place, after that I'll serve lasagna which I've already prepared." "Oh no, this happens today in the office." "The blowjob?" she asked. "Yes, the blowjob. I'd still love to have lasagna at your place tonight." "It's risky with three people in the same room." "Do you forget where you're working?" She nodded. "It's been a long time." My comment rang true with Sandra and it was a subtle reminder that she was the office slut again. She'd been away from the lifestyle for so long that she almost lost her touch. The old Sandra was coming back, perhaps replaced with something even better, more deviant, with an even more ferocious appetite now that the bar had been raised to incest. We met during lunch break when most people left. It happened in Brian's office and he was nervous about being watched, but excited. Sandra had a similar vibe, but she was more comfortable thanks to her wealth of experience with office play. Time was short and I closed the door and blinds. As the corporate superior, I directed the scene and told Brian to pull his pants down and lay across the desk. That had always been my favorite way of watching a woman suck a guy off because I could sit behind the desk and watch it unfold with comfort. A total power move on my part. So I sat behind Brian's desk, taking control of his office, while he laid across the desk and his hard cock was pointed up in the air. To me, it was yet another cock in a long line of cocks I'd seen at work. I'd seen more than enough cocks to last a lifetime. But to Sandra, this was the most precious cock in the world. My world was changed forever as Sandra, fully dressed in office clothes, pulled her hair back and bent over to suck it. True incest. Something I'd never seen before. Total deviance. Magic I never thought I'd needed in my life. She was lost in the moment as she sucked. One hand cupped his balls, the other hand stroked his shaft. She stopped for a moment to pull her hair to the side and I was thankful for that. I'd seen Sandra suck plenty of times, in fact I'm the one who trained her to have better technique, but I'd never seen her suck with such zeal. That lasted for several minutes and I sat beside the desk watching, as if this were a business meeting of sorts. Technically it was job related. Consider it performance review or employee relations. The sound of sucking and smacking filled the office. I heard the son moaning and Sandra went even harder, wrapping her lights tighter as cum filled her mouth. She swallowed everything like a good slut. Like a good mother. When it was over, she stood upright and looked at me. Her lipstick was ruined and smeared, with cum and saliva running down her chin. God she looked like a whore. There was an expression on her face which read, `Now do you believe me?' and I certainly did. I was proud of her. In fact, I admired that she had the courage to do something like that. ~~~~~ Present Day -- Office Mother ~~~~~ It's 2015 and the office is buzzing for Sandra's baby shower while she's five months pregnant. She's finally getting the attention she deserves for being an awesome person. The pregnancy was a complete accident. The doctor said that Sandra was at the limit of being fertile and the pregnancy was a miracle. A complete shock to her, as she's told me many times. Of course, no one in the office knows who the father is. People ask all the time, but she plays coy and tells people that she, `has a man' in her life, which is technically true. She does have a man, and she's a great housewife at home, except no one suspects that the man is her boss. Her son, to be exact. It's humorous watching people approach Sandra with their congratulations and gifts. A few have even rubbed her belly. She wears a new wardrobe that accommodates her pregnancy bump. Sandra smiles and thanks them. Brian is nearby, also smiling. Their secret remains intact, perhaps something that arouses them. While everyone enjoys pasta, grilled meat and cakes, there's a moment when Brian is alone and I go over to speak with him. "How is your mother doing?" I ask. An innocent question and people nearby think nothing of it. People ask about families all the time in office spaces. Only we know the proper context. "She's great, actually. Things have never been better." "I'm glad. Your mother is a terrific cook. I've raved about her dishes to all my friends." "Then you should come over this weekend. She has a lot of new recipes, you know, with dairy products. She's been less strict on her diet lately, so she's been using a lot of cream. The fresh, organic kind." I throb down below imagining a pregnant Sandra at home, naked, using her breast milk in the food she makes and serving it to her son. Make no mistake about it, that's exactly what Brian is implying and he sees the excitement in my eyes. "So your mother still has time to cook and have dinner parties? I thought she was busy with work, with her new promotion and all." "Yeah, she's been busy with work, but she always keeps her priorities in order." That's it, I reach my limit and I need to see them fuck again. We've been busy in the office lately and I've sort of given Sandra a break from our sex sessions, with her pregnancy and all, but that's coming to an end. I can only imagine how big Sandra's nipples must be at this point. How tender her breasts must be. "Nice catching up," I say. "Tell your mother I said hello. Hopefully we can meet up again soon." "She'd like that, for sure. She's been asking about seeing you again." My head tilts and gestures for him to follow me. He picks up the signal, knowing to bring his mother. It's always fun to have these innuendo-filled conversations in front of other employees, it adds to the excitement. I head to my office on the upper floor. A lot has changed in recent years. I've been promoted, which means I have a nice big office with enough space for fucking and enough privacy to keep it a secret. This is where I like bringing Sandra and her son, you know, in case they're in the mood to fuck. My secretary knows that gangbangs and blowjobs happen in my office. She doesn't know anything about true incest that occurs. I linger around while waiting for them, refreshing my appearance using a small mirror, until finally they arrive. The last time we did this was several weeks ago, but several weeks is a long time for a pregnant woman. Brian closes the door and I greet both of them with a kiss, then I rub Sandra's shoulders and admire her belly. How she glows. She's so proud of the life she has. Her new wardrobe adds to her radiance and beauty. "I know we haven't done this as often," she says. "Being pregnant at my age is difficult. But I've managed to get a hang of things. My body is adjusting. Prenatal yoga classes have helped relieve tension in my body. My hormones have changed, they're off the charts and I've been fucking my son like crazy." Sandra starts to undress and her son assists her. They've done this before, this undressing. I can imagine how difficult it must be to undress from formal office attire with a belly like hers. Brian doesn't mind assisting. It's a privilege to see her naked. As her expensive clothes are placed on the table, I'm in awe of her development. Her once slender frame now shows a large curve around her midsection. Her face has a soft glow, a radiance that I've never seen before. Her skin is smooth and looks well-nourished, a sign that she's taking care of herself. There's a slight exhaustion in her eyes. The weight of the pregnancy is taking its toll on her body. She's stripped down naked with her son's help, even standing barefoot on the carpet. Her appearance of being 30 pounds heavier is distributed evenly in her feminine areas, with stretch marks visible around her belly and hips. She's a living, breathing goddess in the flesh. Her curves are something to be worshiped. And then there are her breasts. They look a full size larger, tender to the touch, swollen almost. Her areolas are shades darker than normal and her nipples protrude more than ever. These are nipples I've sucked countless times in the last few years. The fullness of her breasts makes me wonder how much milk she has. Sandra goes to my mahogany desk and bends over like she's been in this position at home while being mindful of her belly. As if this position works best for her. I get a good view of her plump ass from this erotic pose. She grips the edges of the desk. Brian gets behind her, unzips his pants to free his erection and inserts himself with relative ease, which shows how drenched Sandra's pussy must be. This is a position they've definitely done before at home. Her face grimaces with pain, but also a sense of relief as her muscles are slowly eased. I can see the tension in her body start to release, her shoulders dropping as she breathes deep. The pregnancy has been stressful on her body at this middle-age, sex appears to be the appropriate remedy. She's getting fucked harder as Brian squeezes her full hips. Her face is contorted with intensity, but she is also in deep focus on the sensations in her body. It's almost meditative, as if she's taken the knowledge she's gotten from pregnancy courses and honed it into something usable for passionate sex with her son. I can see the muscles in her shoulders and back tense and relax as she moves through the pose. Her breathing is slow and deliberate, and she takes deep inhales and exhales as she shifts her weight from front to back, matching her son's thrusts. Despite the discomfort she is clearly feeling, she also seems to be finding some relief in the mom/son fucking. Her body gradually starts to loosen and I can see her face soften as she releases some of the tension she had been carrying. Her moans are muffled as if she's in a trance, but her body trembles and her eyes are wide open as the man she loves pounds her, and her butt makes slapping sounds with Brian's crotch. I've heard these slapping sounds before from their sex sessions in my office, but Sandra's plump ass from the pregnancy body makes it louder, more erotic. Sandra's cum is like a river that flows down her legs and stains my carpet. It's almost her son's turn as they both tend to cum in unison. That's what I love about their fucking, how in sync they are, how in tune their biology is. The hard cock plops out of her spent pussy and Sandra gets on her knees. Her hands rest on her thighs, breasts hanging forward over her belly. This drives me wild, knowing what's going to happen next. She opens her mouth as Brian jerks himself, then cums on her tongue. She swallows what she can but the rest glazes her big tits and dark areolas. They breath heavy, both satisfied. By this hour, they should both be working, so they start to clean themselves. Brian knows the routine, grabbing tissue from a small box on my desk to wipe his mother, making her presentable again. I have something else in mind, approaching the glowing, orgasmic Sandra to kiss her face. My kisses go down, reaching her mouth, and I squeeze her breasts. Hard. Milk flows. My mouth goes lower. It's my first time tasting another woman's milk and it's surprisingly sweet. She moans as I drink her natural fluids. This is the essence of her womanhood, her breast milk. I drink from each breast, letting it nourish my body in unholy ways. "Thank you," she says. "For giving my son this job years ago. For hiring me. For putting me beneath my son in the office. Was this your plan all along?" I wipe my lips. "My plan? No. There was no plan. The fact that you started fucking your son was an extension of your personality. If you can believe that." "You brought this out of me." After several more kisses on the lips, we finish and I sit behind my desk, watching Brian assist his mother in getting dressed. I love watching women dress after being fucked and having an orgasm. It's the subtle sense of shame that makes it hot. But it's more powerful to watch a son dress a pregnant mother after fucking her raw. She's back in her office attire. Ready for work. The paralegal. The office slut. The End