Florence walks right in.

"Hey, B, I was--Oh, sorry Bryce. Where's your mom?"

Under the desk sucking my cock. He didn't say. "She had to run an errand. We're having some computer problems at home, so I'm doing classwork here." He said, as Brenda's tongue ran silently over the head of his cock, sending little lightning bolts of pleasure through his twitching prick, up to his brain. No sign of that escaped his iron control as he talked with Flo, his mother's best friend. He let his eyes wander over the bounteous feast of black flesh that was Florence, shamelessly looking her up and down.

The saleswoman was the antipathy of Brenda and the rest of the women he was sleeping with (how quickly one adapts to such notions). Smooth ebony skin covered a frame that some might call plump, others curvy. Her breasts were even larger than the tits pressing against his thighs as Brenda played with the head of his cock, lips pressed in right under his glans, creating a second ring of lipstick. Maybe it was the situation, or maybe it was his intense arousal, but the look he gave Flo was not the usual look one gave to a friend of the family, or just a woman you met on the street. Lust was in his eyes as he looked at her short frame, and he considered the short skirt she was wearing that revealed a length of stocking-covered leg far too long for such a short woman. Despite the length of her skirt, she was dressed professionally, but with an eye towards convincing men to buy more than they needed.

"No lunch for B?" She asked, noting his stare, it was one she was more used to getting in a club, where her self-confidence and intense sexuality combined to attract eyes and hands and, eventually cocks or cunts, depending on how she was feeling that night. His gaze was unusually intense, even for one on her and she wondered if someone had taken instructing her best friend's son under her wing. He was a good looking young man, confident and smart, but anxious around women, that was gone now, replaced with a simple, honest desire that was remarkably attractive. People like to be wanted, or even needed, though they don't like the needy.

"She's grabbing a protein shake. Said something about watching her calories. Again." He rolled his eyes theatrically and they stayed up longer than he anticipated when she smoothly took him all the way into her throat, producing a very slight squishing sound and a sensation like the tightest pussy in the world swallowing his cock. The rest of his sentence just failed to come out.

"Oh come on, dieting again? Does that woman even own a mirror? Or a scale?" Flo asked. Bryce could have sworn that he could feel his mother blushing from the inside at the compliment from her best non-superhuman friend.

Bryce smiled, half amused, half lusty. "Trust me, she does. But you know her perfection in all things." She slid up his cock, perfectly and perfectly silent as soft hands ran along the sides of her son's cock, trailing her mouth like she had extra tongues.

"That's one way to put it. Personally I just think she needs to get laid." Flo said baldly.

Bryce laughed, which covered Brenda's coughing fit which ran along his dick like mini earthquakes. "Couldn't hurt."

"Not if you do it right." Flo said, taking a seat opposite him and putting her feet up on the desk, right above her left shoulder. "Well, unless that's your thing."

Bryce snorted, overcoming the bark of laughter which felt like a million tiny masseuses sliding their naked cunts along his cock. "And thanks to you I'm now picturing my mother as the mistress of pain. I'm gonna need years of therapy." His cock jumped in her mouth, giving him the lie.

"Is that it?"

"What?

"She holding back cause you want her to?" Flo asked.

Bryce leaned forward, changing the angle of approach Brenda could take to get at his cock, but shifting his balls out of reach of her tongue. "No. We had the conversation. I told her I was okay with it. Hell I was the one who convinced her to go to a club with you last month."

Brenda let her hand fall to her own pussy, shoving her panties aside and getting to work on her pussy as silently as he could manage, which wasn't very, but the conversation and giant wooden desk protected her secret. The sheer dirtiness of her best friend and her son plotting to get her laid, as she sucked him off, at her desk, in her office, was too absurd for words, or for dry panties.

"Really?"

"Yep. I thought maybe it was me, so I let her know that I was seeing someone." Bryce lied. He had, in fact told her to go, but not that he was seeing someone as he wasn't at that point. Brenda's fingers spread and filled her pussy as if Bryce's beloved cock was stretching her to her limit. Her mouth did its level best to do the same to his cock as her cunt was doing to her fingers. She finally realized that even before all...this, he had been trying to get her laid.

"You are?" Flo asked, surprised.

Bryce reacted with fake shock, hands going to his chest and falling back in her chair. "Is it really so surprising that I could find someone who wanted to date my ass?" He asked, then shuddered as his ass got a surprise, in the form of his mother's tongue pressing against it as her wet hands abandoned her own pussy and stroked his cock, massaged his balls. He damn near came right there and let his hands drop, tapping her head in warning.

"No, no, I just thought I'd have heard something." Flo said, placatingly.

"Well, we aren't exclusive or anything, but we have some fun, as should she." He straightened, pulling his ass away from her tongue as he felt his balls churning. Hands, wet from her pussy stroked him smoothly as she lined up her mouth with the tip of his cock. "Speaking of which, mom mentioned you met someone at the club, how's that going?" Brenda shuddered. What she'd actually said was something along the lines of "She blew this big linebacker in the bathroom, then took him home. I love her, but god she's such a slut sometimes." The reminder of that night, dolled to the nines, every man and more than a few women staring at her as she danced with Flo, but none of them had what her son did, the son who was about to cum in her mouth as he spoke to her best friend.

Flo blushed, as he flushed, though for different reasons. "Fun, but not relationship material." She said, after a moment.

"I'm coming. To think that that may be just what mom needs. A rebound from dad." He warned her, hands gripping together behind his head in a pose that was as relaxed as he could manage. His hands ground together so hard that they could have turned coal to diamond (okay, not really) as they were the only thing he could use his full strength on without breaking it and revealing himself. His legs came together under the desk wrapping around her back and pulling her forward, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and caressing the rest with her hands. She wanted to taste him before she swallowed.

"She hasn't gotten laid since your dad died?" Flo asked incredulously as he shot his wad into the perfect mouth of the woman she was concerned about. Bryce's distraction as he came in Brenda's mouth was misinterpreted as him being uncomfortable with the topic. "Sorry, sorry, TMI, right?"

"Well, more, NMI." Bryce said, leaning forward, hands coming out from behind his head and resting on the desk. Brenda's mouth followed his cock, not sucking his newly tender head, merely keeping it in her mouth so he didn't drip on her chair. Her hands stayed away from his tender, softening cock, and got back to work on her pussy, one hand teasing her cunt, the other penetrating deep within her pussy.

"NMI?"

"No more information. I don't know what she does when she goes out, though it's almost always with you and you say no. Unless she's getting laid at the grocery store, or while shopping for Christmas or birthday presents, I guess it's been since dad kicked it, which would certainly explain..." Bryce looked at Flo and stopped talking as if he'd just realized he was talking out loud.

"What?" Flo asked eagerly, leaning forward and giving him a look straight down her shirt.

"Okay, I didn't tell you this, and you don't know it, but when I was sixteen, I wanted a car for my birthday." He lied easily, in fact, at sixteen, he could fly and didn?t give a shit about a car.

"Who doesn't?" Flo put in.

"Ultramom? Ultraboy? Ultimamom? Ultimagi?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, the supers." A major magic that ran around the entire planet kept people from recognizing supers as their normal counterparts (unless they were told of the connection) was an after effect of the Tiny Mage, a child mage with more power than any mage before or since, and a major comic book fan. The kid got himself killed in a remarkably stupid way, but his magics remained intact, protecting people. "But what does this have to do with...anything?"

"So I went looking for keys, papers, anything that would show that she'd got me a car and if so, what kind." Bryce explained. "I found the keys for my car..what is it you call it?"

"The panty dropper?" Flo put in, curiously, as she knew he drove a crappy van.

"Precisely, anyway, I was going to put things away, when I knocked over a box in her closet and...well...it was a sex shop in a box." Bryce said.

Brenda dipped her tongue against the tip of his cock. It was true, she had such a box (though really, half a dozen different dildos and vibrators hardly made it a 'sex shop in a box') and he had stumbled over it, once. She had caught him trying to put it back. That experience, mortifying at the time was now an arousing hint that the taboo that so fascinated and pleasured her now had been on his mind before he **** her to admit her...needs.

"Woo! Brenda can party! If alone. So, what do you think, should we try to get her the real thing?" Flo asked.