Better check if she’s okay… (Yes, she is.)

“Mom? Are you okay in there?” You stifle a chuckle as you knock on the door. Oh how the tables have turned! Now who is the one who knocks while the other is masturbating? That’s right, you! You immediately hear the lewd sounds of fingering stop when you knock.

“Fuck!” You hear her harshly whisper under her breath. “Umm, I’ll be right there sweetie, ju-just hold on…” You think you hear the sound of fabric shifting and straps being pulled up before the door unlocks. “O-okay, come in!”

You enter the spacious office and see your mother in a huff, her cheeks blushing as she fakes a grin at you, patting down her blouse. This was the first time you’d seen your mom’s workplace and you had to say it as pretty nice! It was made all the better by the scent of your mother’s desire and sweat from her interrupted masturbation session.

“John, what’s wrong? I thought I told you to wait in the lobby.” She asks with sweat dripping down her brow. You notice her fingers gleaming with stickiness as she wipes her juices on her black skirt, simply making a lewd creamy mess on the fabric.

“I thought I heard you in pain.” You gingerly lie through your teeth as you watch your mother’s blush deepen. Noticing a puddle of wetness on the floor, you pretend to be surprised, “Mom, you weren’t… were you?”

“It’s not what you think!” Your mother blurts out in a rush to defend herself, “I, I just… I… well… okay I was masturbating! A woman has urges and…” Taking long strides, you close the distance between her and pull her lips into a deep kiss like you always wanted. You savor the taste of her lipstick as she moans erotically into your mouth. You pull away and your mother looks back at you with dreamy eyes, “John… th-this… this is so wrong… but it feels so good I can’t stop!”

“I just want to be a good son for you.” You bow your head into her cleavage and smother your face with her smooth silky skin. She shamelessly moans as she feels you kissing the tops of her breasts. She gently pulls away as she starts to unbutton her blouse and quickly strips the rest of her clothes off. You watch as she tugs her black thong down for the second time this morning. Her divine pussy lips ache for your cock, clearly leaking her love juices of desire for you. She sits down onto the desk and lewdly splays her pussy lips, opening up her folds for your eyes.

“Pl-please John… I can’t wait any longer…” You quickly discard your pants again, your erection leaking pre-cum in anticipation for this moment. Her pussy was positively dripping waiting for your manhood to enter her. You walk up to your mother’s desk and pull her ass cheeks to the edge, giving you easy access to her sopping cunt. She wraps her legs around you as she pulls you in for your first thrust into the hole you came out of. You don’t know how but her pussy felt even tighter than Zoey’s! A guttural groan escapes your lips as you feel her hungry slit squeezing down on your shaft.

“Fuck, you feel good!” You roar loudly, not caring if anyone hears you. If it came down to it you could always just mind-control them. Your mother seems lost in her own world as well, panting and mumbling as your cock thrusts in and out of her wet pussy. You take long strokes with your cock, pulling out just to the tip of your prick before slamming the entire length back into her in rapid succession. You quickly feel a second load boiling up from your balls and you feel indecision suddenly. For some reason creamping Zoey had taken no thought at all, but your mother? It seemed only right to ask. “W-where should I cum?” You stammer out as you rapidly approach the point of no return.

“Just cum inside me!” She strongly commanded without hesitation. Without even waiting for her to finish her sentence you bury yourself inside your mother’s pussy and blast her unprotected womb with a generous creamy load of fresh semen. You curse and grunt as you her devilishly tight snatch milks out every gooey drop of sperm from your testicles, forcing it all deep inside. You get the feeling you now know how you were conceived…

“Damn,” Your mother gasped, trying to catch her breath after the brutal fucking you gave her, “I needed that. And don’t even think about telling your sister.”

“Don’t worry mom,” You respond, “I wasn’t planning on it.” The two of you share one more deep kiss before cleaning up, using some napkins and tissues to wipe up the mess. You hear the elevator ping and listen to the arrival of some of your mother’s co-workers. Gussying up a bit more, your mother opens the door and leads you out to greet the others. You quickly send out a short range command to everyone that today was indeed take your son to work day.

“Oh hello John, it’s so good to meet you!” You shake hands with numerous women, most of them were surprisingly attractive for being 30 or 40 something years-old. “You know, your mother talks about you a lot. She loves you very much!” You grin at that statement, she didn’t even know the half of it!