Her Office
In the cutthroat world of big law, Samantha knew how to play the game. She was close to becoming the first female Managing Partner of a major Boston law firm, and her competition was sitting in her office.
"I wish you all the best," Yvonne said with the fakest of smiles as she raised her mug of coffee in salute. "May the most talented woman win."
Samantha smiled back, more sincerely. "Good luck to you, as well. I think either of us could do an amazing job in that position."
As with most office feuds, the rivals were best friends in the office. In many ways, big law firms are like Game of Thrones. However, instead of using swords, people use verbal abilities to cut down their opponents.
Samantha wondered what strategy her 'friend' had in mind as they eyed each other with phony smiles. It took guts to sit down, face to face, as drama unfolded behind them.
Could this really be a peace offering?
Doubtful.
"By the way," Yvonne said with another wide smile, flipping her hair. "Is your son still coming to intern for you this summer?"
Samantha's poker face was of award-winning caliber as she held herself together. Internally, she seethed at the idea that her son might be dragged into the fray. This battle had just reached a new low!
She briefly re-considered having her son intern here for the summer. But she realized her 'friend' would win this round if she backed off so easily. And her son would suffer if he lost a chance to intern at this powerful law firm.
"Oh, he'll be here," Samantha said with a laugh. "He's really excited to come work with me in my office."
"I'm sure. So, is he still interested in becoming a lawyer?"
"Definitely. He sees himself in law. It must run in his genes," she shrugged, trying to look nonchalant.
"Ohhh. More importantly, is he single?"
Samantha laughed. "Yeah, he is, actually."
Yvonne winked. "Just think how nice it would be to work with him every day. But then again, he's become so handsome that you'd probably spend half your time fighting off all the single women in this building."
Now the claws were out, full force! Outwardly, of course, they continued to smile and giggle.
Samantha was positive that her best friend would use her son as a weapon. With the right tactics, it was definitely doable. Having her son in the office could be used to make Samantha look more like a nagging mother than a powerful attorney. Women are experts at making each other look weak.
"Well, Chris is focused on his future," Samantha countered. "As a matter of fact, a few of the Partners have met him and they think he's a great fit to intern at this firm."
It was pleasing to see Yvonne wince. Recovering quickly, the rival's expression slowly morphed into a grin.
Yvonne reached into her pocket. "Oh, I almost forgot! There's something I want to show you. I hope you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?"
"Jealousy, maybe. It's a beautiful little watch. I bought it from an antique store last year and the owner showed me how to use it in case of an emergency. Would you like to see it?"
It was gold, weathered with age, and hung on a chain.
Samantha shrugged. "Sure, why not? It's very pretty."
"Okay, great. Promise you won't hate me though. I sincerely hope we can still be friends once this is all over, no matter who gets the top spot at this firm."
"Absolutely."
Yvonne held out the small timepiece and slowly swung it back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth...
Ladies Room
Two weeks later. Samantha was adamant that this was the proudest moment of her life. Seeing her son stand in her office, wearing a sharp suit and carrying a briefcase almost brought a tear to her eye.
"What a dream come true!" she said, unable to contain her glee.
Lunging forward, she hugged him forcefully. It was the kind of embrace she had given Chris millions of times, but never while they both wore suits. It was a feeling Samantha enjoyed.
Chris laughed. "Thanks, mom. I guess I owe it all to you."
"Yep, that's right," she said, letting go of him. "I worked my butt off in this law firm and now you're reaping the benefits. Don't you forget it, handsome."
Samantha did what came naturally and fixed Chris's outfit, ensuring an immaculate appearance. Her fingers worked nimbly to straighten his tie and then smooth his jacket.
He laughed. "Okay, okay. I really appreciate it. It'll be fun working together."
Time suddenly stood still for Samantha as those words echoed in her head.
...fun working together...
Oddly, that phrase seemed to trigger an unusual response in Samantha. It was as if she had just experienced a burst of adrenaline. Her pulse quickened and she began to feel restless. Confused, her eyes narrowed and tried to determine why she felt so unnerved.
She shook her head, snapping out of it.
"Remember, this is a huge opportunity," she reminded. "An internship at this firm will brighten your resume. So make your efforts worthwhile."
"Trust me. I know what an opportunity it is to work here."
She playfully pinched his nose. "That's my guy."
"And if I decide to go to law school?" he asked with charm. "
"You'd want a job here," she confirmed with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I mean, that would be great, wouldn't it? Something reasonable. I'd expect to start at the very bottom and work my way up."
"That could be interesting. I'd boss you around all day, though."
"I'm used to that," he joked. "Just kidding. But we're around each other all the time. I'm sure we'd get along working together in the office."
Once again, those words seemed to trigger a strange reaction in Samantha's mind. Her entire body froze and she had a deer-in-the-headlights look.
"Ummm... mom?" he asked. "Are you okay?"
With great effort, she focused on Chris. "Oh, sorry. Yes, you're right, it could be fun working together."
The moment those words left her mouth, Samantha felt her brain repeating the same mantra... working together... working together... It was extremely bizarre and she began to feel dizzy. Was the room spinning?
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking closely at her with concern. "You look like you're having a hot flash."
"I'm fine, really, I am. Thanks for checking on me."
His eyes remain skeptical. "Alright, if you say so. Seriously, if there's anything wrong, it's better to say something."
For some reason, the vision of Chris in his suit, speaking so assertively was an immense turn-on. Samantha was shocked to discover she was deeply aroused by her son!
She forced a smile. "I'm fine. We should get started soon. You'll be tasked with keeping track of the paperwork and filing deadlines. Since you're a tech whiz, you'll also be handling electronic stuff. I'll ease you in with those sorts of menial tasks."
"Very cool," he replied, nodding. "Sounds like we'll be working together in your office every day."
Samantha's legs reflexively clenched so hard, they nearly crossed at the notion of being stuck in the office with her son.
Her mental focused imploded, replaced by naughty thoughts which swirled in her mind. She was affected both physically and mentally. Her bra suddenly felt tight as her nipples became erect and her hips began to sway.
Every adult gets aroused at work, it's simply human nature. This was completely different.
Not only was this the horniest she had ever felt in the office, she was now lusting after her own son! She found her eyes examining Chris's lips, wishing she could kiss him. Even worse, her eyes wandered even lower as she pondered the appearance of his cock.
She politely smiled. "It's been a busy morning and I've already had three cups of coffee. Excuse me while I use the ladies room."
"Oh, okay. I'll catch up on emails while you're gone."
"Sounds good."
Samantha walked briskly towards the door. In dire straights, she rushed across the hall, worried that fluids would drip down her thighs. Samantha enjoyed her sexuality as much as the next woman, but this was totally ridiculous, almost to the point of being a medical emergency.
Once inside the bathroom, she put down the seat cover and sat on the toilet. She didn't really need to pee. Her current physical compulsion was, quite frankly, shocking.
Literally shaking with desire, Samantha pulled her panties to the side. As expected, they were more than just moist. They were drenched with her pussy fluids.
The moment her two fingers made contact with her clit, she felt focused. It had been so long since she had been intimate with a man that regular masturbation had become her necessity.
She was extremely efficient at getting herself off. Typically, she would begin making slow circles on her clit with one hand, while using fingers from the other to slowly penetrate her slit. However, her current need was such that she frantically rubbed her engorged button and shoved three fingers into her cunt.
Years of rigorous yoga allowed her to spread her legs wide open while masturbating, giving herself the deepest penetration possible. After only three minutes of furious masturbation, she shattered. Tremors radiated from the center of her body. Whether it was her unusual body position or the unconventional location, this orgasm was on another level of intensity.
Throughout the entire masturbation session, only one mental image had flashed in her mind like a neon billboard. Her son! The more she pictured Chris, the longer her convulsions continued until, at last, her body nearly collapsed on the seat.
Sitting for several minutes, she took deep gasps of air and dissected her own behavior. Never, over the course of her long and illustrious career, had she ever masturbated at work! Even more confusing, it was her own son that was the source of this lewdness.
Still slightly dizzy, she knew something was off. Way off.
Thinking with a clearer head, she zeroed in on a recent memory. She vaguely recalled having a discussion about her son's internship with Yvonne. Searching deeply, she remembered some details of that conversation and its passive-aggressive nature.
She recalled being shown the rustic watch, inscribed with ominous words, which was waved back and forth. It likely meant one thing.
'That bitch,' she muttered, realizing what had most likely happened to her.
Her Office
The most difficult part the next morning was avoiding Yvonne. On a typical day, they always, always, always chatted about the latest gossip, whatever that might be. It was their routine.
Now Samantha felt volatile, ready to explode at any moment if she saw her 'best friend.' The fact that Yvonne made zero effort to swing by her office for a quick chat was all the proof she needed that this treachery was real.
She had spent the previous night calling and emailing various hypnotists, and they all came to the same conclusion. Only the person who 'casts the spell' can ever fully remove it.
Would she give Yvonne the satisfaction of showing weakness by begging for a cure? Hell no! Samantha was more determined than ever to ride things out until the firm announced who would be moving up the ranks.
Until then, she was huddled in the office with another lawyer and a few of her paralegals, discussing strategies for a deposition that would take place within the hour. As a mother, she felt proud that her son was seeing her in action. She was pleased that Chris looked so engaged in this process.
"Are we all clear?" Samantha asked the group. "Good. They should be here soon so we should move to the conference room."
"Is your son coming, too?" the other lawyer joked.
What was meant to be a teasing comment suddenly provoked an intense reaction out of her. It was intoxicating.
Samantha forced the words out of her mouth. "Chris will help set up the recording equipment. That's his job. He won't be in the room during the deposition. Alright? Let's go."
Everyone gathered their things and headed over to the conference room. Usually she'd be leading the pack. But this time, she pretended to look down at her documents for a final review.
When everyone left, Samantha stood on shaky legs. She knew something had to be done, and right away. As her son was about to leave the office, she stopped him.
"Wait," she said, doubling over as if in pain. "I need to tell you something."
He sighed. "Mom, if you need to see a doctor, we can always..."
"No, no, nothing like that."
"Then why are you hunched over?" he asked. "You're usually more energetic than I am."
She exhaled and mustered her strength. "Look, this has to do with Yvonne and the big promotion we're competing for."
"Oh really," Chris smiled slyly.
Her son's reaction made Samantha angry. Yvonne was a hot, sexy lawyer, and she knew Chris had always found her attractive.
"Well, we're competing for the same job," she said, abruptly. "And you know how fiercely competitive lawyer cans be. We live to win."
"What are you saying?"
"Think about Game of Thrones, but set in the legal world."
"What does that mean?" he chuckled. "Yvonne poisoned you?"
She huffed. "No. But I have reason to believe that Yvonne has placed me under a form of hypnosis."
"Huh?" Chris was genuinely baffled and his laughter ground to a halt.
"I know it's crazy. But I have proof."
"Where?"
Samantha sighed harshly and lifted the front of her skirt to reveal black, silk panties. Turning her head to the side, she used her thumb to pull down the front of her panties. Without even looking, she knew her son would be taking a peek. Any guy would look at a beautiful pussy, regardless of whom it belonged.
Confident in the evidence, she straightened her panties and smoothed her skirt.
"There's the proof," she said, looking her son in the eyes. "I remember Yvonne doing something to me nearly two weeks ago."
Chris gulped. "You mean, that's the reason... your... umm..."
"Yes, Christopher. Hypnosis is the reason my pussy looks like a leaky faucet. It's okay, we can speak about this like adults."
"Whatever it is, you have a deposition soon."
She pursed her lips for a moment. "Chris, doing this kind of job means you'll need an unshakable work ethic. You'll often have to work long hours and read tons of legal documents. There are also times when you'll have to do things that are uncomfortable."
"What do you need me to do?" he whispered.
"I need a hand. Literally."
Chris took a small step back. "Seriously? Before the deposition?"
"It's a massive lawsuit and I can't go in like this. It'll be recorded, and right now, I'm a raging mess."
"Ummm... okay mom... I don't know if this hypnosis thing is real, but I can help with whatever you need. We'll sort it out later."
In one swift motion, Samantha grabbed her son's wrist and pulled his hand under her skirt, placing it down her panties. Naturally, Chris was stunned and attempted to pull away, but she wouldn't let him. Looking him in the eyes, her desperation was clear.
"Fingers," she said. "I know what I need, and from who."
"You want me to... you know... finish this?"
She heard uncertainty in her son's voice and saw reluctance in his eyes. At the same time, when she looked down, Chris was very obviously sporting an erection. Relieved that her son was aroused too, she savored the feeling of his fingertips on the outer layer of her cunt.
"Yes," she said. "Make me cum before the deposition so I can think straight."
At first, Samantha saw the hesitation on her son's face, afraid to penetrate her pussy. Under normal circumstances, she would have smacked him silly. Tentatively, one finger circled her opening and Samantha nearly collapsed. When she began to moan from pleasure, her son gained confidence. Her steamy tunnel was prodded and Chris's finger inserted halfway before adding a second finger. The fingers pushed further until fully in her dripping pussy. After adding his thumb to her clit, she was nearly out of her mind with ecstasy.
Her son had skills! Feeling Chris fingering her hot, wet core was an incredibly stimulating sensation. It was impossible to know if it was just the hypnosis, or if she was naturally responsive to her son's sexual attention.
Either way, Chris was pushing all the right buttons. At this pace, she'd cum soon.
"Working?" he whispered in her ear, while rubbing.
"Yes, thank you."
To truly thank her son for these efforts, Samantha grasped the outline of his massive erection his through his pants, making him flinch. She knew her son was enjoying the little squeezes and she continued to pulse her fingers firmly around his shaft.
With the mutual masturbation going on in her office, a burgeoning explosion gathered force in both Samantha's mind and body. In a matter of moments, Samantha surrendered to an extraordinary climax.
At first, her pussy clenched around the fingers of her son, as if holding on for dear life. Then rhythmic contractions began and her entire body was swept up into an orgasmic outburst. She felt a flood of juice gush from her quivering channel and coat her son's hand. Far from embarrassed, she was immensely relieved.
Slowly but surely, her senses returned to normal. She took a cleansing breath and felt like she had just finished her favorite yoga and meditation class.
"Thanks for the hand," she quipped. "Now let's go. I recommend washing and drying your hands in the bathroom before touching any of the equipment. We wouldn't want to leave any stains."
She winked at Chris and signaled for him to release her pussy.
Conference Room
After an awkward lunch break, it was back to work and Samantha sat in her office with her son. She tried focusing on the case, but it seemed useless. After her son had fingered her pussy to an orgasm that morning, how could she possibly think about anything else?
There was, however, a meeting to contend with in one hour. The Partners of the firm were set to meet in the conference room to discuss a potential new fee structure for clients. It was also Samantha's last chance to make a strong impression in front of the power players. She knew her rival would have the same goal in mind.
Sure enough, minutes later, she received a text from Yvonne, telling her to check her email. She went straight to the computer on her desk and found the new message.
Hi Sam,
I noticed you looked a bit flustered when I saw you in the hallway earlier. Everything alright? I know things are stressful lately : )
Anyway, as we're both aware, a few interesting topics will be discussed at the meeting today. Honestly, I'm so nervous that my panties are twisting. Are yours? Try going to the conference room early to relax. At least you have your handsome & sexy son there with you. I'm sure that'll put you at ease.
See you soon. Tick tock!
x Yvonne
There must have been code words hidden in that email. Suddenly, Samantha was keenly aware that her mind was spinning and her pussy was moistening in preparation for a good hard fuck. From her son of all people! Chris was the only candidate in her mind for any sexual relief.
"Damn it," she snapped.
"What's wrong?"
"I think you know."
"Is it something Yvonne related?" Chris asked. "Are you... ummm..."
She nodded. "Right before a big meeting. That bitch is tricky."
Chris looked conflicted and Samantha couldn't determine if that was a good thing or not. Was he actually enjoying her career threatening predicament?!
"Mom, you have to take care of it," he said firmly. "Don't let her win. You should go to the bathroom and handle it before the meeting. Or, if necessary, I guess I could, you know..."
She raised an eyebrow, "Help me?"
"Sure, I mean, if you need me to."
The very thought of Chris's hands returning to her needy pussy stole her breath. Was this part of the hypnosis? Or was this stroking previously undiscovered desires? Either way, she couldn't think straight.
The only thing she knew was that she needed her son's cock in her pussy, and fast. Her career literally depended on this, and with her pussy getting wetter by the second, things were more urgent than ever.
She stood up and briskly walked towards her son's smaller desk, then she grabbed him by the arm.
"Follow me," she said.
Once they left the office, Samantha managed to smile as a paralegal walked by and they briefly made small talk. When she passed Yvonne's office, she glanced inside, only to see her rival-friend smile with the most cunning of expressions. Samantha politely smiled back as if nothing was wrong. Like any good competition, maintaining composure is critical.
The conference room was around the corner. No one was there. The walls were made of glass so there was zero privacy.
"What are we doing here?" Chris asked, looking at the gorgeous view of the city.
"I'm dying for your cock," she said in a pleading voice.
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Please? I need it. I'll be a blubbering mess if I don't have it. A fucking disaster. The Partners will never trust me with the top job if they see me like this."
"It would be an even bigger disaster if we do this here and get caught."
Using a familiar technique, she lifted the front of her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. As expected, Chris peeked inside and saw globs of clear fluids clinging to her panties.
"It's worse than ever," she said.
"Jesus," he replied, still looking at it.
This time, she pulled her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. After picking it up, she squeezed it into a ball and shoved it inside the pocket of her son's pants. While stashing the evidence, she couldn't help but notice the fully erect manhood.
"I felt your erection," she said in a low voice, after pulling away her hand. "You're hard from seeing my pussy. Or were you aroused when I dragged you in here for sex?"
"Why here?"
She seethed. "I'm a control freak when it comes to my reputation. Yvonne knows this and she's using it against me. She's hoping I'll get caught."
Looking closely, she noticed a deviant glimmer in her son's eyes. Perhaps Chris was every bit as perverted as Yvonne. Oh yes, he was definitely interested.
"Well, it's risky," he said cautiously. "But I can see how flustered and tense you are. You look stiff as a board and your pupils are dilated."
"First of all, for future reference, it's best to avoid critiquing women on their looks in the office. Secondly, you're right. I'm a raging hot mess and I could literally rip your pants off at any second."
"What would you do with my pants off?" Chris spoke as though relishing the thought.
She sucked in a deep breath. "Don't make me say it. Trust me. Very taboo thoughts are swirling around in my head."
"For the sake of your career, I'm going to help. This is purely for necessity. But not here. It's way too risky. I've got an idea; let's go to the supply room."
Samantha lost control when her son attempted to guide her out of the conference room. In a lust filled rage, she reached down and squeezed her son's cock. It was rock hard. Her son wanted to fuck!
"You're awful," she croaked in a hoarse voice. "You have an erection and want to screw your own mother! Sit down. Remember what I said before; being a lawyer is about doing whatever it takes, in any situation, so long as it's legal and ethical."
He slowly nodded. "What's ethical is that you remain level headed at this law firm. You need to remain strong and composed at all times."
"That's right. Now you're learning something."
Completely out of character, Samantha acted purely on impulse. She grabbed her son's necktie and used it as a leash, pulling him to the center of the conference table. Chris's back was towards the windows, and he faced the glass walls by the door.
Before sitting him down, Samantha used both hands to nearly rip off his belt buckle and yank down the zipper of his pants. When the slacks dropped to the floor, Samantha licked her lips at the sight of her son's raging hard-on.
"I don't know who's worse," she said, biting her bottom lip. "Yvonne or you."
He blushed. "I'm only trying to help, remember?"
"You can help by keeping your dick hard," she said, touching her son's penis. "Which should be easy, judging by its current state."
The tips of her fingers caressed the soft skin of the hard shaft before gently stroking the head. Touching her son's cock, free from a fabric barrier, was such a joyful experience. Every jerk and twitch of Chris's impressive member sent little shock waves directly to her pussy. Chris's body was definitely gearing up to fuck her hard.
"There won't be any problems with my erection," he confirmed.
"I can tell. Now let's see if you're equipped to handle the tornado that's building inside me."
Samantha pushed her son all the way back on the seat and then turned so that her ass was facing him. Straddling his legs, she paused and made certain Chris had a clear view of her asshole and pussy by bending over at the waist. Then, gripping the conference table for support, she felt her son lining himself up as she slowly sank down on his cock.
Effortlessly, with her son's guidance, the large cock pushed through her eager pussy lips and into her desperate canal. It was heavenly bliss.
While facing the hallway, she felt a surge of adrenaline while thinking about the possibility they might be discovered in such a shocking position. For as many years as she had been at the firm, no one had ever been caught having sex at work. And the idea that an incestual union would take place in an office devoted to legal brilliance would be beyond scandalous.
"Yvonne is going to pay for this!" she screeched through her tightly clenched jaw while her cunt was being pounded into oblivion. "She's turned me into a fucking office slut for you."
Chris bucked even harder into his mother's pussy. "Revenge later. For now... ohhh... we need to make sure you're presentable for the meeting. We need to make sure... ummm... your pussy is well-fucked and tempered."
"Hmm," she moaned, tensing from the hard thrusts. "I'm so thankful for an amazing son like you... oh god... fuck me!"
Her mind spun as she bobbed on her son's cock. It was probably the hypnosis, but all she could think about was how her relationship with her son had come full circle. She had taken great care of him, and now he was helping her out of a jam. That he would cooperate so willingly meant the world to her.
But it was more than that. Samantha had always imagined Chris would study hard and become a professional. Then later, when the time was right, he would find the woman of his dreams - the love of his life - and live happily ever after with a family of his own.
Now here they were together, Samantha reveling in her son's cock stretching her unusually aroused pussy. Sure, Yvonne's underhanded trick was responsible for this corrupt behavior. In essence, Samantha had attacked her own son! But as she listened to Chris groan and felt his cock thrust repeatedly into her pussy, she realized that he was extremely stimulated by this illicit tryst.
Rational thought crept into Samantha's mind and she fumed at the notion that she was now the office nymphomaniac. In the legal community, gossip travels fast. If caught, she'd never work in a major law firm again.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, even though she was getting the ride of her life.
"I... will never... forgive Yvonne... for this!" Samantha seethed while grinding against her son's dick.
Chris reached up and cupped her tits. "Sometimes it's better to... oh fuck, mom... better to forgive. Ohh... isn't that what you always taught me?"
Samantha was unable to respond. While her anger festered, the pressure from Chris's hands on her breasts steered her thoughts back to the fuck fest. Revenge would have to wait because she intended on enjoying every second spent being screwed by her son.
"Squeeze my tits harder," she moaned.
Ever obedient, Chris complied and squeezed, thereby detonating a massive orgasmic explosion in Samantha. While her entire body initially stiffened, the convulsions that consumed her might have been mistaken for a seizure had she not been impaled on a cock. Her extremities flailed in all directions while Chris held fast to keep her from falling off his lap.
Every muscle in her body shook dramatically and fireworks went off in her brain. They fit together so well, like they had been made for each other.
"Fuck!" she cried out. "My pussy!!"
Pushed to new heights, she focused on the intense rapture as her cunt milked her son's semen. All previous sexual encounters now seemed to pale by comparison. Her good looking and well-hung son was spending his seed inside her body and she loved every dirty second of this perverted coupling.
"My goodness," she groaned, after regaining control of her body. "I can finally think straight again."
She relaxed on Chris's lap and enjoyed the aftermath. She would have prefered to cuddle, but there was no time for that luxury.
When Samantha slowly stood, she disengaged from her son's flaccid penis, which dragged along her labia as she withdrew.
Her vagina felt gaping now that her son was no longer inside of her. But she now had a pussy full of cum to deal with. Immediately, she clenched her legs to prevent a big mess from leaking onto her skirt or carpet.
"You must have been pent up," she said, standing like a soldier with her thighs locked. "That was an impressive amount you left inside me."
"What did you expect? I've never done anything like this before."
She turned to face him, with her office skirt still hiked. "What, you mean fucking your mother at a law firm?"
"Yes, that," he smiled.
"Good, now put your cock away before we get caught."
He suggestively gestured to his cum drenched dick. "Do you know how uncomfortable it would be to walk around with this mess?'
She sighed. "The things I do for my son."
With her legs still clenched together, Samantha bent over and gave her son a nice 'thank you' present for helping in such a dire situation. Wrapping her lips around the soft shaft, she sucked, devouring the plentiful remnants of their cum cocktail. It was creamy, warm, and kind of delicious.
After swirling her tongue along the shaft and head, she pulled her mouth away, then licked around her lips.
"Is my lipstick still on?" she asked, wiping around her mouth with her fingers.
Chris looked closely. "You're insanely hot. Leave it."
"Thanks, sweety."
After deciding to leave the cum inside her pussy, Samantha pulled down her skirt. The cum, she convinced herself, would be a good luck charm for the intellectual battle that was soon to follow.
"Oh shit, they're here," Chris said hurriedly after zipping his pants.
Sure enough, the Partners had come into view, just outside the glass wall. Samantha was still smoothing over her skirt and saw Yvonne laughing heartily with the powerful men as they walked together.
Samantha patted her son's shoulder. "You're a lifesaver. Do me a favor and shake hands with everyone before you leave. Give them the impression that I'm the best mom ever."
"With a pussy like yours, YOU ARE the best mom ever."
Conference Room part 2
An hour later, the meeting concluded and the tables had turned. This time, Samantha was spunky (literally and figuratively) as she made the other Partners laugh with her quips and jokes. She was perfectly on point with her analysis of the firm and the new fee structure. As it turned out, leaving her son's cum inside her pussy was truly a good luck charm.
The meeting ended and the men left. Yvonne stayed behind to put away her laptop, which had been used for a presentation. Alone at last, they made eye contact. There was tension and they both silently acknowledged the mental warfare with cool nods of their heads.
"Nice try," Samantha said. "It was a bold move."
Yvonne gave a soft laugh. "What are you talking about?"
"The promotion. The gold watch. My son."
Guilt was evident on Yvonne's face before a sly smile appeared.
"It was never anything personal," Yvonne said.
"Why Chris? Why my son?"
Yvonne pursed her lips. "I think you two make the cutest couple. A beautiful and talented lawyer like yourself, along with your handsome son. It's really a match made in heaven."
"If you only knew."
"So, are you keeping your fingers busy? Or are you letting Chris enjoy?"
Samantha slowly approached her friend with a sultry sway. Their eyes locked and the heat between the two women rose several degrees. She pinched her office skirt and slowly lifted it to reveal the aftermath of a hot fuck.
"As you can see," Samantha said, holding up her skirt by the hem. "Chris is a paid intern, which means that he has to do whatever I say. One of his duties is to help me get the promotion. Does this answer your question?"
Yvonne was awestruck, staring at the cream pie. "Chris did that?"
"It was a mutual effort. He sat in that seat over there, while I bounced up and down on his cock until he exploded in my pussy."
Yvonne gasped. "That's so fucking twisted. I love it. If you manage to get the promotion, you deserve it."
"I know you're a smart woman," Samantha said. "After today's meeting, you surely must realize that I'm getting the top spot. You lost."
"That sounds about right," Yvonne said in defeat. "I'll undo the hypnosis. And I'm so, so sorry. I apologize with all my heart."
"Well, I expect you to undo the hypnosis. But an apology won't clean the mess that's between my legs, since Chris still has my panties. Do you really expect me to walk down the hall with this much cum leaking out?"
"I... I have tissue in my purse."
"Stop stuttering," Samantha said. "Get on your knees."
Samantha noticed something in the eyes of her dear friend. It was the same look she had seen on Chris's face. Confusion tinged with lust. Much like her son, Yvonne was hesitant, yet eager. Realizing reparations were called for, Yvonne got on her knees.
There was no need for any further instructions. Yvonne was smart enough to figure it out. Their professional rivalry ended the moment Samantha's cummy labia made contact with Yvonne's lips. Oddly enough, they felt like best friends once again. This, was something they could bond over; their love of great sex, their mutual desire for Chris.
Samantha moaned when Yvonne's tongue plunged into her pussy and slurped at the cum mixture. Relentlessly, Yvonne sucked like a pro. As it turned out, Yvonne was the real slut of their friendship because she was doing this without hypnosis.
Emphasizing her alpha status, Samantha pulled Yvonne's head away and replaced it with her two fingers. She scooped a serving of the delicious mixture and fed it to Yvonne. After the fingers had been sucked clean, Samantha pulled them out of her subordinate's greedy mouth. Then she reached down for a second serving.
"We'll share this one," Samantha said. "It represents love between a mother and son. Now, it has your saliva too."
"You and Chris make a scrumptious combination," Yvonne stated, while drooling for more.
Samantha reinserted her fingers into Yvonne's mouth and deposited the thick white love delicacy.
"Don't swallow. I want to sample this myself," she said, with authority.
Samantha bent down to kiss her friend, who eagerly puckered up. When their cummy lips touched for the very first time, it felt electric. Both women shivered from the sexual attraction that coursed through their bodies as they swapped cum.
Their tongue wrestling session ended the moment they heard a knock by the door, which made Samantha's heart nearly stop. They broke their kiss and turned to see who it was. A young Asian secretary, who had been with the firm for a few years, stood frozen.
"Ummm, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting," Kim said awkwardly, while watching the two women who had just been locking lips. "Samantha, you're needed in Michael's office. He wants to speak with you about something. Again, I'm terribly sorry."
The secretary left and Samantha was horrified, having been caught. She looked down at her friend, who had much the same expression.
"I expect this more regularly," Samantha said after clearing her throat. "Chris will provide me with relief, and I may need you for clean up."
"Understood."
With the taste of her son's cum still fresh in her mouth, Samantha straightened her skirt and left the conference room. Her pussy had been adequately cleaned, but she was delighted by the sensation of Yvonne's saliva drying on her pantyless pussy as she headed towards the office.
The End
