Mark was suddenly very glad that things hadn’t worked out at the construction site.
The office was empty. They had won a massive contract. They had pulled overtime and all nighters. Half of the staff hadn’t spent any quality time with their family in weeks, and they had done it. They had won the contract. It would result in more work down the line, but as the money came in, they’d be able to expand the business and give everyone more time off.
Rachel was in her cubicle working on debugging a custom built Application. She and Susan were the only ones left, but Rachel wasn’t thinking about her mother. She wasn’t thinking about the tantalizing open buttons on her mother’s blouse, or the obvious lack of a panty line on a skirt that was right on the border of risqué and professional. She wasn’t thinking about Mark’s cock inside of her that morning, or the light glaze of his cum that was slowly leaking out of her wet pussy. Not just leaking out of her, but he had made sure some of his cum was in her panties, and her panties were sticky against her. You’d have thought with all the changes going on in her life, that Rachel would have been hopelessly distracted, but you’d be wrong. She was actually focused on her work until she gave up on it and sent an email to her boss.
This application is garbage. I don’t know what they thought it was going to do, but it isn’t doing much of anything other than eating up memory and disk space. They should sue and then hire us to do it correctly.
She hit send, stretched her neck and shoulders, and then the events of the day flooded into her mind. She felt Mark’s cum in her panties. She remembered the feel of Mama’s mouth on her tits. She remembered thinking just how hot Mama’s ass looked in that skirt. She took a deep breath. She could go home early. Everyone else was gone. She was working because she liked working, not because she had to at this point.
Then her computer pinged an email notification.
Please come to my office to discuss. ~ S
Which was how Mom always signed her emails to her kids in the office. It was, she always said, important to remind her kids that at the office, she was Susan. Not Mom. Not Mama. Susan. The Boss. Rachel got up and headed to her boss’s office. The entire floor was empty. Every office door was locked. The floor to ceiling windows in the offices showed lights off behind them. The cubicles were abandoned. The only lights on in the offices came from Susan’s corner office, where she sat behind a desk staring at three computer monitors.
Rachel knocked. “You wanted to see me, Susan?”
Susan looked up at Rachel and smiled. For a moment Rachel was lost in that smile as though they had never been intimate. She was reminded of every fantasy, every lingering albeit circumspect gaze she had stolen of her mother. How often had she wondered about her sexuality because of the woman across the desk from her? How often had she masturbated thinking about her? How was it that they were really lovers now?
“Come in, Rachel,” Susan said, “and close the door please.”
Rachel did as she was asked. Susan got up, and went to the windows that looked over the rest of the office. Pressing a button on the wall, the windows opaqued. They could still see out, but no one could see in.
“Is everything alright?”
Susan returned to her chair behind the table. “I’m afraid not. I received some distressing information this afternoon and I wanted to discuss it with you before taking any further steps.”
Rachel sat up straighter. She had been called on the carpet once before by her mom, but that was in the early days. That was when she really didn’t know what she was doing and had messed up big time. And the problem then wasn’t that she had messed up, but that she had tried to hide it. What had happened, what had she done, that Mom was so upset about it? She took a deep breath and clasped her hands in her lap. Rachel was wearing a professional pantsuit with a high waist in a simple charcoal grey. Her blouse was a much more daring purple with a pattern of black flowers embroidered on it. It was the only professional suit of clothes she had bought for herself since Mark had insisted she dress “properly” but she found she liked the look. It gave her confidence, and kept her from being nervous. “What seems to be the problem?” She asked.
Susan turned one of her monitors so Rachel could see. Rachel made a noise that was halfway between a squeak and a gasp. There on the monitor was one of the pictures that Mark had taken of her making breakfast that first morning. She was naked, save for an apron that did little to cover her or offer any modesty, and Mark’s cum was still visibly dripping from her chin and glistening on her chest.
“This is the problem,” Susan said. “Someone, who shall remain nameless, sent this to me concerned that your behavior might cause some of our clients to reconsider our contracts.”
Rachel looked at Susan horrified. Terrified. And then Rachel saw the slight smirk in the corner of Susan’s mouth. Rachel went hot, then cold, then hot again. This was a game. A game she was all too happy to play.
Rachel clutched her hands in front of her as though nervous, and tried to hide the fact that she was undoing a couple of buttons. “Oh Please, Susan. Please I don’t know who sent you those photos, but I promise you they were private. They must have hacked my boyfriend’s phone.”
Susan shook her head. “And what if I told you that someone was threatening to post these to a revenge porn site? What if it doesn’t matter who got them or how?”
Rachel stood up and started to pace. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show more cleavage than she normally did at the office, and a hint of lacy black bra. She turned violently on her paces, swinging her breasts and hips with as much sensuality as she could. She took off her jacket as though hot and agitated then turned back to her mother, leaning on the desk. “Please, Susan. Please don’t fire me. I need this job. I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
She was aware of her breasts hanging down, the gap in her blouse, made larger by the open buttons, gave Susan a clear view of the lacy, semi transparent cups. Susan didn’t bother to hide the fact that she was looking down Rachel’s shirt. Rachel pretended to hesitate, then purposefully left herself exposed.
Rachel lifted one hand to a button and opened it. “Anything at all.”
Susan smiled. “I rather like the sound of that.” She leaned back in her chair and gestured to Rachel. “Why don’t you show me just how sorry you are?”
Rachel stood up, slowly. Seductively. She shifted her weight to emphasize her hips and her waist, the began to slowly unbutton the remaining buttons on her blouse. “Susan,” Rachel said, “I’m so sorry. It was just a bit of fun and games with my boyfriend.” She finished opening her blouse and took it off, dropping it negligently to the floor beside her. “I’ll do anything to keep it a secret. I’ll do anything to keep this job.”
Susan pushed her chair back from the desk and pointed to the ground in front of her. “Come here, Rachel.”
Rachel sauntered over to her mother, swaying her hips, letting her hair play against the dried cum stains on her skin, before stopping in front of Susan. Susan reached up and touched the dried cum. “What’s this?” She asked with mock concern. “More cum?”
“I’m sorry, Susan. I’m really sorry, I just can’t help myself.”
“You’re a real little cumslut for that boyfriend of yours, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Take your pants off.”
Rachel turned and pushed her pants down off her hips, careful to keep her knees bent to show off her ass. She wore seamless boyshorts, black with a black floral pattern on them to match the lacy design of the bra. Before she could stand up and step out of her pants, she heard Susan take a deep breath. “My dear girl, your panties are soaked with cum.” There was a sharp slap on her ass which made Rachel jump in surprise. “Oh Rachel. Dear Darling Rachel.” Susan stood up and put Rachel’s hands on the edge of the desk. “You’ve been a bad girl. You seduced my son. You played the part of his little cum dump. You have his cum all over you in the office. And then you try to seduce your boyfriend’s mother?” Susan made a tisking sound. Then there was a sudden sharp slap on Rachel’s ass.
Rachel moaned at the pain. She felt her pussy get wet. Apparently, she liked being spanked.
“Have you been a bad girl?” Susan asked.
“Yes Susan.” Rachel said.
Another slap. This one harder and Rachel felt the pain and the pleasure like an electric jolt that zapped her pussy and tits. “Yes. Now explain to me why I should let such a bad girl keep seeing my son?”
Rachel looked up from the desk. “I didn’t do it just for Mark.”
Susan lifted an eyebrow. “oh?”
Rachel straightened and turned towards Susan. Rachel relished in showing off her nearly naked body and enjoyed the feel of Susan’s eyes as they lingered on the cum stains on her breasts, belly, and panties. How far she had come in a couple of weeks with Mark and Mama’s gentle love. “I’m not just any bad girl,” Rachel said eyes heavy with lust. “I want to be your bad girl. I want to be yours and Mark’s together.”
“Is that so?” Susan sat back in her chair and spread her legs. “Prove it.” Susan’s splayed legs pulled her skirt up until they were barely covering her pussy.
Rachel put her hands on the armrests as she lowered herself to her knees. Her breasts hovered just in front of Susan, almost touching the older woman, but not quite. Then she was on her knees, Mama’s open legs infront of her, and she saw that Mama didn’t have any panties on. So much the better. Rachel leaned in, took a deep breath of Mama’s scent, and began the loving work of making out with her.
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