“I’m fucking horny,” I said to myself once again, which was an understatement. My libido was on maximum overdrive. With the blue balls in my pants, the heated kiss, and a very sexy, mature woman who was my slave right next to me, I was on the verge of going savage. Luckily, I still had a somewhat rational mind.
I thanked Rayna for her response and began to ponder what to do for the next thirty minutes. I’d like to be able to say that it took me a while, but the huge bulge in my pants did most of the thinking for me – and quickly.
“Since we have about thirty minutes to kill, I’d say let’s have some fun, Mommy-slut.” I purred into her ear. After that, I started pulling down my fly. For a moment, the sound of the zipper was the only one in the room.
It took some doing, but I managed to release the Leviathan from its cage. It stood menacingly for all to see – all thirteen inches of it and its massively girthy shaft. It was ridiculous that my sweet little mother would want something so big scrambling up her insides. Moreover, my cock looked a little different than it had before. It wasn’t merely big, but engorged. It looked like all the blood from my body was trying to fit itself into one area. The entire shaft had a red gradient to it; it got darker and darker further up the shaft then ended with a massive crown that was a deep shade of purple – deeper than the skin of a ripe plumb. It looked like it was angry, if a penis could even look like that. Thick, protruding veins crisscrossed the entire shaft, further adding to its menace. I would have said, if I hadn’t known any better, that it looked like a demon’s cock, or one you might find at Janice’s shop. While it may have looked terrifying, I knew that with all those bumps and ridges, it would make any woman go wild. Surprisingly, that wasn’t my mother’s first reaction.
“Baby… are you okay?” she asked, expressing real concern. “It looks different.”
“Ya. I guess I’m a little backed up.”
“Backed up?”
“Yes.” Rayna sauntered over, standing right beside me, looking at Cyn. “You see… Master was being serviced by your future daughter-in-law – quite the spectacle, I might add. Anyway, she was just about to reach the end when you called. As you can imagine, the Master had to rush over here, which means he was left wanting. I guess leaving a sex demon hanging like that can have some wicked results.
“But fuck,” Rayna said in surprise as she reached out, grabbed onto my cock, and gave it a firm squeeze. It did not yield to her strength, and she even put some supernatural ‘oomph’ into her grip. “This thing looks like it could do some serious damage. And it’s hot. Hot. It looks like it is about ready to destroy any orifice it comes across. Normally I would love to see what this thing can do to me, but-” A wicked smile formed on her pouty lips. “-I think it’s a mother’s duty to alleviate her son’s stress – especially if it’s stress that she caused.”
“You’re right,” my mother said, almost as if she was in a trance. She sank down to her knees. “I should.”
She began licking up and down my shaft, leaving soft kisses every once in a while. My whole body shuddered at the sudden contact. I guessed besides being more engorged, my cock was also extra sensitive, and it felt good.
“Hmmm, enjoying yourself, Master?”
“You know I am,” I gruffed out at Rayna as my mother lapped up my cock like it was an icicle pop. It felt good, but it was also frustrating. While her kisses and tongue felt spectacular, I just wanted something warm, wet, and a little tight wrapped around it. So I reached down, weaved my fingers through her sandy brown locks, and took hold of her head.
“You’re too slow. Need more?” I sounded more primal when I told Cyn that. I felt a small tremor of fear run through her entire body, but her bond screamed at me to take charge. I did, forcing her to take as much cock as she could. Her lips stretched as she tried to take my large helmet, but once she got past it, I slid until I heard her gag. Then I pulled back and forth, trying to force her to take in more. I was not being very gentle with her, but I knew she was loving it, and Rayna was loving the spectacle.
“Hmmm, Master. You seem to be using your mother like she’s your own personal Fleshlight. Hmmm, it’s good to see you take charge. The power. The strength. It just gets my pussy all wet just seeinEE…”
“You talk too much,” I growled at her as I brought her in forcibly close. With one hand wrapped around her large G-size melons, I kissed her. She’d squeaked at first when my aggression had interrupted her little speech, but then she’d quickly reciprocated, molding her body against me.
I felt like a king – or, given the environs, a CEO having his way with his two incredibly hot secretaries. If someone had walked in, that’s exactly what they would’ve thought was happening. Both of my slaves were dressed for the part. I supposed that when Rayna had been coming up with her outfit in the car, she’d modeled it after what she’d seen my mother get dressed in that morning. They wore the same cream colored blouse, black skirt, and leggings, though Cyn was wearing a mid-thigh pencil skirt instead of a mini pleated one. It still hugged her curves nicely. I briefly wondered if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose.
If she’s wearing pantyhose, I thought to myself, then that means I could tear them open and fuck her raw from behind, just like the porn I have stashed up in my computer. Speaking of which, I need to change my password.
My balls began to churn at the thought of that, and I was nearly at my peak once again. Then, just when I was about to unleash a torrent of scalding hot cum, I was cock blocked once again by a ringing phone. That time it was my mother’s office phone.
“God dammit, what is it now?” I nearly screamed out, letting go of my mother’s hair so she could answer the call.
She quickly apologized for the interruption, then got up and reached for the phone.
“Yes, Denis… What do you mean he’s here??? He’s early… Are you sure??? Okay.”
Even without my supernatural hearing letting me hear Denis’ half of the conversation, I would’ve been able to put the pieces together. Big Willie had decided to show up early to his meeting. Denis had spotted his car pulling up in the parking lot, and he’d wanted to give my mother a heads-up.
Ever the dutiful secretary, I thought to myself, while also recounting the little arrangement Denis had – or had used to have, I both hoped and expected – with my mother. I wondered if I’d have to deal with him, too, or if he’d be more reasonable about renegotiating. I looked down at my mother. Her face was ruined. Tears were streaming down it from the forced gagging, her lipstick was all smeared and a bit lopsided, and her once immaculate hair was ruffled and messy. She looked like a two-dollar whore coming off from a rough John. That sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that I was the one who’d caused her to look so disheveled, but I didn’t have time to revel in it.
“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.” I nodded toward the door leading to her private bathroom. “Rayna, help her.”
“Yes, Master. Let’s go, Cyn.” She reached out and helped my mother to her feet.
“Baby, are you sure?” my mother asked, just before they reached the bathroom door.
“Yes. I said I’ll handle it, so I’m handling it.”
That seemed to do the trick, because she didn’t say anything after that. She nodded to my response and allowed Rayna to lead her into the bathroom.
“God dammit,” I grunted to myself. My cock seemed to refuse to go down or to be put back into its cage. I guessed being cock blocked twice in such a short amount of time could make anything defiant, never mind a demon’s cock, but I did manage to tuck it back in and sit down before the doors leading inside the room busted open.
“Mr. Wilkens, please don’t barge in like that,” Denis pleaded with the man, but his request landed on deaf ears.
“Please. I know she’s expecting me, so why don’t you scamper back to your little desk, and make yourself useful? Make sure no one disturbs us for the next… let’s just say forty-five minutes, maybe an hour. Now… move along.”
Already, I did not like the man. He was pompous, brash, and an all-around douche. It was no surprise; I knew what wealth and power could do to people. It would’ve been disappointing, exhausting, and annoying no matter what. Big Willie had messed with my mom, though, so my human half was more inclined to agree with my demon half about how to feel – and what to do about it.
The door closed behind him. Denis did what he’d been told. I also heard the click of a lock being engaged. Once Wilkens decided that no one would disturb him, he turned around and finally faced the front of the office, only for his wry smile to turn into a more annoyed-looking one.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded.
“Oh, hello,” I replied, acting like the little scene he’d made hadn’t irked me so much. I couldn’t keep that pretense up very long, though. “I might ask you the same thing. You know it is impolite to barge into someone’s office. What if there’d been a meeting going on?”
I admonished the guy like he was a child. I didn’t know what infuriated him more: me acting like I had no idea who he was, or the fact that I was lecturing him like he was a spoiled kid. Regardless, it was fun to see the vein on his forehead becoming more prominent.
Instead of lashing out, though, he kept his cool. “I have an appointment. Would you like to pretend you don’t know who I am? Go ahead, if it makes you feel big, kid.”
He was a douche and a bully, but it seemed like he was at least somewhat skilled at being them.
“Mr. Wilkens,” I said. I stood up and raised an outstretched hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person. I’m Max – Max Carter.”
“Oh, you’re Cynthia’s kid.” He shook my hand. “What are you doing here, and where is your mother?”
“Oh, well, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m planning to be an accountant. My mother thought about hiring me to help run her books. She figured that if you need someone handling your money for you, it might as well be family.”
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