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My Son Is My Secretary & I'm Gonna Fuck Him : Sinful Mothers 11


Copyright © 2017 by Tori Westwood

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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters 18+.

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When your son is your secretary you have to approach things very carefully. Robert’s due a stern ticking off but I soon turn the tables on him when I find him in my office after hours.

Before long I’m teaching my inexperienced son a very hands-on lesson in the demands and needs of the older woman. Soon I’m pumping his virginal cock through my mature pussy lips and I’m begging for his cum. Read how he gives it me in sinful fashion!

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“There we go,” I said, giving his big cock another rub and getting a good gauge of its size now.

My fingers pushed against his stiff manhood and I made a mental note of the distance my fingers covered as they ran from tip to hilt.

“Does that feel good,” I asked again, biting at the lobe of his ear.

“Yes,” he shuddered, letting his body relax.

“Good,” I whispered. “Good. … ”

My hand pulled the waist of his briefs away from his body and I got the first glimpse of his cock before I pushed them down further and took his trousers with them.

His cock stretched up his body, free now and looking impressive. It was a soft-pink and looked stiff as hell. When my thumb slid beneath it and I brought my fingers around it I could feel the pulse beating inside it.

It throbbed in my hand and we both examined it together, my face close to his as his mouth hung open and he tried to process everything all at once.

“That’s a lovely cock,” I said, slowly sliding my polished, red nails along it. Robert needed the confidence boost but I didn’t need to lie. It was a big, delicious looking dick and I wanted more than just to touch it.

“Th—thanks, Mom,” he stuttered, gripping the chair even tighter.

“Don’t sweat it, honey,” I cooed close to him, kissing at his cheeks now. “Just let Mommy take care of you.”

Robert began to do just that and I gripped his manhood with greater purpose now, sliding up and down his fresh length with increased vigor.

“Damn,” I said, pushing his cock back away from his body so that it stretched out. “Would you look at that?”

We both looked as I pointed the tip of his dick away from us. The barrel of his cock was thick and had several bulging veins coursing up it. The top was a lighter shade of pink and the head was tight with arousal.

I stood up and walked around him. His eyes nervously came up to meet mine as he sat beneath me completely vulnerable. His cock twitched intermittently on his stomach, his trousers pushed down to the top of his thighs.

I popped the button of my suit-jacket and pulled it off my shoulders, unbuttoning my shirt sleeves and rolling them up my arm.

“Let me show you something else,” I said, dropping to my knees and unfastening another button of my blouse.

I picked his cock up and held it upright, moving my face close to it and marveling as it stretched from my chin all the way to my forehead. As my skin touched his he clenched all over again.

“Are you watching closely, Robert?” I asked, locking my eyes on his.

I kept them targeted at his face as I opened my mouth and I watched his gaze flick between my eyes and my mouth as his cock approached the point of no return.

My Son Is My Secretary & I’m Gonna Fuck Him : Sinful Mothers 11

I’d got Robert a job as my secretary not long after he graduated college. He was looking for work and I couldn’t bear the thought of him slogging it out as an intern for such risible pay. Besides, I owned the company so I figured if I could do anyone a favor it would be my son.

I hadn’t let anyone in the office know about our relationship. I wanted them to think Robert got the job on merit and under normal circumstance he probably could have. However he was still young, and learning, and mistakes were a part of the curve.

“I want to talk to you after work,” I said to him late one afternoon, causing a couple of people close by to glance over.

“Yes, Mrs. Curtis,” Robert said dutifully. His desk was just outside my office so I could keep an eye on him, but it didn’t help with him settling. It faced the entire room and the whole of the office could scrutinize him at their leisure.

I thought this was important though. I didn’t want to handle Robert like he was my son, I wanted to handle him like a new employee and I figured he better get used to working under pressure if he wanted to succeed in this industry.

There was a certain stigma about a younger guy being the secretary to an older woman and the rumor-mill had already begun to turn. I’d heard from some of my closer advisors that people in the office had started speculating as to the nature of our relationship, specifically as to the reasons Robert would often wait after work with me. Asking to see him outside office hours like that would surely do nothing to quash the lies.

That’s what they were for the moment: Lies. But before the day was out I’d be turning those rumors into truth. I just didn’t know it.

Five o’clock came around and the rest of the office prepared to leave. Robert, on the other hand, was nervously sat as his desk, waiting to be summoned.

I watched through the glass as one of his colleagues came over and slapped him on the back, laughing as he said something to Robert who didn’t seem to find the humor in it.

As he turned to leave he caught my eyes through the window and the smile quickly vanished from his face. I could tell by his mannerisms that he was clearly joking at the expense of Robert. I made a mental note.

When almost everyone had left and I felt as though Robert had stewed long enough I rose from my desk and opened the door.

“Robert,” I said simply, hearing the beginning of a huge release of breath before I closed the door again and sat behind the desk.

I crossed my legs and adjusted myself, waiting for him to come through the door. I wanted him to see his mother, the boss, at her most intimidating.

As he entered I brushed a speck of lint from my impeccable suit-jacket, smoothing it over my tits. I quickly popped a button to reveal an extra bit of cleavage. I didn’t mean it to be overtly sexual at the time, but I certainly wanted Robert to notice them and feel a little bit more uncomfortable than he already did.

He turned and looked at me and I almost melted immediately. I fought against giving him a mothering sigh and ruffling his hair. I was a business woman and this was a business.

Robert was a shy boy, even with his current looks. I could tell from when he first started that he’d attracted the attention of several of our female employees and perhaps that was the reason that I coveted him so fiercely.

“You wanted to see me, Mrs. Curtis,” he said, his voice trembling.

“You don’t have to call me that now, Robert,” I said. “Mom will do.”

“But what about—”

“Mom’s fine,” I said, waving my hand at him dismissively. “Take a seat.”

Robert did as instructed and sat opposite. My chair was higher than his by design—another thing that I thought was important—and I looked down on him, trying to exude power.

“The reports, Robert,” I said, delving straight in. “Where are they?”

“I—I haven’t finished them yet, Mom,” he said, looking down at his hands.

I stared at him blankly. “Why?”

“Huh?” he said, raising his eyes to mine.

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