A handjob isn't enough

"No." You say, playing the part, assuming that a little resistance might be good for the scene. "I don't want a handjob from my mother."

"C'mon sweetie," Amy says, her bold blue eyes staring at you deeply. "Everyone has their price. If you're worried about being fired, maybe a handjob isn't enough for you." She licks her wet lips.

Your erection throbs. This is going exactly the way you hoped. "B..but, you're my mom." you say, continuing to play the innocent, letting Amy play the seductress. After all if it's turning you on, and it's turning her on, why change it.

And Amy responds perfectly. "...who can please you in ways you could never even imagine." Her fingers still dance up and down the thick rubber toy on the desk. "Now tell me, if my hands wrapped around your cock won't get me free merchandise... what will?"

You don't answer. You just stare at her. You still can't believe these words in Amy Adams' voice, coming from her mouth, being said to you.

"My lips?" She asks, her fingers ungrasping the dildo and slipping beneath her dress. "My asshole? That way you can pretend it's not your mommy you're fucking. Or maybe my cunt? That way you can look me in the face and know that it is your mommy you're fucking."

You're breathing heavily now. You realize that this scene, this playacting is turning into something more. And if things keep going this way you're going to be real acting soon.

"Or maybe," Amy goes on with horny abandon, "You want to answer that question you've been asking yourself since you were old enough to get hard..." She pulls her hand out from under her skit. It's very wet. And she slowly inches it toward your lips. "What does Mommy taste like?"

You part your lips. You can't believe this is going to happen. Amy's juices are about to be on your tongue.

Or not. At the last minute, she pulls her hand away and slips her fingers into her own mouth. Then smiles. "She tastes good." And you think you've officially reached the point where you can no longer deal. You have to do something or you're going to burst. Conveniently Amy says, "So tell Mommy... what do you want?"