Protein Shake

"I brought you a nice protein shake," he said, guiding one of her hands to his hard cock. "I'm going to have a nice lunch, read the paper on your computer and you can suck that down." Bryce said.

"No Zambina's?" She asked with a pout.

"No. You made up to Shelby for hurting her, but you almost ruined my fun this morning, that's not the action of a good mother, now is it?"

"No." She admitted.

"And it'll be almost like how Shelby demonstrated her loyalty. Except not in front of those women, I know you're having a hard time adjusting."

"To my son the mind controller?" She kissed him firmly on the lips. "Nope, but I can deal." Then she actually blushed. "About that, after lunch, I have a favor I want to ask."

"Earn it first." He suggested with a teasing smile.

"Of course," she agreed, with a smile of her own, as her hand slid from his neck towards the lock to her door.

"I didn't say lock it." Bryce added, catching the hand that had abandoned his neck as the other rubbed his cock through denim and began fiddling with a zipper and button.

"What if someone walks in?" She asked, teasing. They would hear anyone coming, superhuman hearing came with the package (okay, not the one in the hand that had just unzipped him).

"Well then, they'll get an eyeful, won't they?: He asked, slipping away from her and claiming her power seat, enjoying the ergonomic leather chair and faced the monitor, pulling the keyboard over and began to type and pulled out one of Zambina's famous sandwich's and a can of soda and got to work. Brenda followed him around and freed his cock all the way, pulling his jeans out from under his muscular ass, at least enough to get the sharp zipper out of the way. Superstrength helped, as he didn't bother. As Brenda, she didn't just rely on her natural beauty, she was also made up, her lips even more red than usual, though her natural complexion and huge eyes needed no enhancement, she would leave lipstick marks on his cock, just as she had on his lips, though his sandwich would take care of that part.

Her handjob had got him hard and being blown in this office by his beautiful MILF, dolled up in her power suit, at her most powerful, kneeling between spread legs as she serviced his cock like a whore, like a slut, like a ****. Full breasts were pressed against his thighs as her mouth engulfed him. Bryce typed, trying to distract himself. This blowjob would last a while, if he had his way. He took a big bite of the sandwich and half a lettuce leaf fell on her head as her tongue ran over the head of his cock. He picked it out of her hair, not coincidentally pressing her down into his cock.

"Hm...there's a new Julia Roberts movie coming out. Do you think Shelby'd like that?" He asked absently.

"This new one maybe, the old one was more a Michael Bay sorta gal." Brenda replied, pulling off his cock for a moment, stroking its full length with one hand as the other played with his balls.

"Mmm?" Bryce agreed, giving her an amused glance and getting a sharp wink in return, before her pink tongue flicked out, over the head of his cock, drawing his eye for a moment. The sight of her between his legs, submissively servicing him was almost as erotic as the actual servicing. She pressed forward, eyes looking up at him as she slid him a little forward so she could suck his cock and stare up at him, worshipping her son's cock. Her lips sealed around his cock and she began to suck and swirl her tongue as she bobbed upon his massive cock, using every drop of power and skill at her disposal to get him off.

It was like a wet, sucking vacuum pump was fucking his cock. He took another bite of his sandwich, as nonchalantly as he could manage and moved to another page. It wasn?t very nonchalantly, in fact. He almost choked on the sandwich when she stopped bobbing and deep throated him forcing herself to gag on his cock, her throat milking him as thoroughly as the Milkmaid had once milked her tits. Her lips sealed around the base of his cock, acting almost like a cock-ring as they pressed down on his dick.

He put down the sandwich, hand falling to her head as he felt himself approaching orgasm. Then he heard it. Footsteps coming toward her office. Ten meters away. She was frozen on his cock, and a felt like icewater had been poured over him, pushing back his orgasm, but not doing anything for his hardon. He made no move, letting his hand rest in her silken hair, curious what she would do in the face of exposure.

Five meters. Their eyes locked on each other. Even with the massive wooden desk in the way, what was happening would be obvious from the door. She pulled up.

Three meters. He raised an eyebrow and she stopped at his head, teasing his most sensitive nerves with tongue and just a brushing of her white teeth. The ring of lipstick around the base of his cock was bright red, marking him as hers as much as her blowjob marked her as his.

No meters. The footsteps stopped outside the door. Bryce tapped Brenda's left ear, the side opposite the desk. "Scootch under the desk." He said. She nodded against his belly and in a burst of super speed, spun them around, her mouth never leaving his dick.

The person outside?