Boardroom Bang

"Goodness, I almost forgot. I have a meeting to get to."

You've been under your mother's desk for several hours now, with her shaft buried down your throat the entire time. She puts one hand on your forehead for leverage and threads her more than footlong cock out from your face. You cough several times and gasp hoarsely.

She looks at you tenderly and says, "The first few weeks are always the hardest. Chin up, Marcus. Mouth open, too. In a month or so you'll feel strange when I'm not buried in one of your holes."

"Y-You just mean my mouth, right?"

"Honey, cocksleeves are used from both ends. Now get up, I'm needed in the boardroom."

You stretch out your hand to get a help up but instead she grabs your hair and gently pulls as you shuffle out on your knees. You stand up, wipe your mouth several times and follow her to the meeting room. On the way there you whisper to avoid being overheard by the other staff.

"Mum, this all started because you wanted me to suck you off and give you some relief. I did that and I'm glad it makes you happy, but I never agreed to do anal with you."

She looks at you as if you've made the funniest joke in the world and responds at full volume.

"You don't need to agree for me to fuck your butt, Marcus. I own you."

She swats your ass to emphasise the point.

You arrive at the boardroom. It looks like you're the first to arrive. Your mother tells you to wait there and goes to photocopy some documents for the meeting. You look at the long table lined with chairs and the whiteboard at the front. Under normal circumstances this would be completely mundane, but you are anything but relaxed.

Suddenly the door opens and multiple businesswomen enter. As each of them pass you, they take one look at your tag and then walk by as if you don't exist. One of them, however, does stop in front of you. She has a dark, chocolate coloured complexion, black hair tied in an austere bun, and a dour look on her face.

"We're having a meeting here. Where is your owner, cocksleeve?"

You stutter, "My owner?"

"Yes!" she huffs impatiently. She grabs the tag that's looped around your neck and shows it to you.

"You're clearly registered to someone here. If they're not a part of this meeting I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. Unless... You weren't asked to entertain us all, were you?"

You gasp, "No!"

She fiddles with your shirt collar.

"No? You mean... You weren't not asked to keep us company?" she giggles.

You try to explain that you're not some toy but she covers your mouth with hers and forces her tongue in between your lips. There's no reasoning with her. Out of the corner of your eyes you see your mother enter through the glass door carrying a stack of papers. She sees what's happening and does not look happy.

"Diane! I should have known."

As Diane pulls herself away from your face you see her frown before she turns to your mother.

"Jennifer! My goodness, does this cocksleeve belong to you?"

"He certainly does. Now get your hands off of him!"

The woman, who only moments before had been violently snogging you, releases you from her grip, smoothes her jacket, and takes a seat at the conference table. You whisper a quick thanks to your mother, who is sorting through her papers. An older, grey-haired woman sitting at the far head of the table clears her throat.

"Glad to see you all here, everyone. Jennifer has some news for us concerning our latest international branch opening and its impact on our business."

The chairwoman smiles and points an open palm to your mother.

"You have the floor, Jennifer."

Your mother starts to detail various facts and figures. You're still standing next to her and start to fidget. You see an empty chair at the nearby end of the conference table and take a seat. Your mother suddenly stops talking and everyone is looking at you. You put up your hands.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong? This is my first day and I don't mean to interrupt."

The board members chuckle.

"He thinks he's one of us."

"That's so cute."

The chairwoman explains, "You don't sit with us. You wait by your owner until she needs you."

"Yes ma'am," you say as you stand back up. Your mother pats you on the back, and continues. But she leaves her hand on you. After about a minute your mother, still droning on about acquisitions, pulls down her elastic camisole and frees her enormous breasts. They're now framed by her white top squashed underneath them, and her black business jacket on the side. You stare and they seem to grow even bigger the more you look. Then you realise, they're not getting bigger, they're getting closer.

The pressure on your back increases as your mother approaches you and pushes your slender frame up against hers. You get hard as her boobs squish against your flat chest. Then she lifts her hand from your back, puts it atop your head and pushes your face down into her breasts. You're in heaven, and no one thinks anything of you motorboating her jugs. Being so close to your mother you feel the telltale pressure of her rising erection growing beneath you.

Still looking at her documents and the other board members, Jennifer pulls you off her tits, and pushes you onto the boardroom table. You're now lying on your back. She pulls off your pants and underwear. She pauses her discussion of financial projections to look at Diane, who is now seated.

"Diane, lube please."

You start to panic.

"Wait, wait. You're not seriously going to do me like this, are you? Sucking you off is one thing but I've never done anal before."

Your mother pays you no mind and pours lubricant up and down her massive rod. You make one last ditch attempt to negotiate.

"Please don't fuck me in front of all these other people..."

Your mother pats your thighs and smiles at the crowd, "Sorry. He still thinks he's people."

She lines up her bitch-breaker with your virgin hole and pushes forward.

"Mommy, no!"

All at once the businesswomen gasp.

"You didn't, Jennifer!" cackles Diane.

"That's right," your mum says as she reshapes your rectum. "I finally made my son into my own cocksleeve."

Everyone claps but your mind is overloaded by the thick dick invading your colon. Your prostate isn't just being pushed, it's being hammered. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth and you hear voices talking over you.

"I was wondering when you'd break him in."

"We're all so happy for you."

"What are sons for, after all?"

Your whole being is rocked with heat and motion. Your mother returns to her discussion of fiscal policy as she pounds your ass. You feel a tingling energy starting at your violated hole. It works its way up your taint and along your cock and balls. Your dick shudders to life, getting harder with each thrust from the rod reforming your insides. You're going to have an anal orgasm, just from the **** of your mother's dick as she pounds you into submission in front of her colleagues. You try to hold back. You don't want to confirm that you're just a toy for your mother to use wherever and whenever she wants. But it's far too late. You can't hold it in.

Your dick spurts its load into the air. Some of it lands behind you. The women move their papers so they aren't wet by your cum. Some of it lands on your face, some in your mouth. When you orgasm, your body contracts and clenches your anal ring around your mother's cock. The sudden tightness brings her to her own climax.

She slams down her papers onto the table and yells, "Take it, Marcus. Take my cum! Oh, honey! This is what you do! This is what you're for!"

Her melon-sized balls churn and blow their wad. You're stretched from the inside from the sheer volume of jizz she's emptying into you. Your belly gurgles and inflates to accommodate all the cum sloshing into it.

Her quivering cock gradually stops pumping into you. Both of you are gasping for breath. You can't think. All you can do is feel. She slowly steps back and pulls herself out. Her head flops out and you feel strange. You do feel empty without her. You're staring up at the ceiling. Your hands rub against your bulging belly as your gaping asshole leaks jizz onto the floor like a dripping faucet.

Your mother pants, wipes some drool from her mouth, and clears her throat.

"Now, where was I..."