Room 207

After leaving the boss' office you wander down the hall until you find a narrow wooden door marked 207. It's flanked by glass walls, but you can't see inside because there are blinds drawn on the other side of the glass.

Opening the door, you step into a small meeting room with a simple square table and six chairs, arranged in front of a wall with a white pull-down for a projector to shine on.

Elsie is waiting for you on the table, perched on the edge with her feet on one of the chairs. "Come in, lock the door. The glass is double-paned and thick, so unless we get loud nobody should hear us."

Grinning, you close the door and approach your mother. "Good, then let's have some fun!"

You grab the chair and pull it away from the table. Your mom moves to put her feet on the ground, but before she can do so you gently tip her over so she's lying on her back. You pat her stomach with one hand to indicate she should stay where she is, then get on your knees in front of her and move her dress so it's bunched up around her waist.

"Ryan, what are you... ooooh!" She cuts off as you stick your head between her legs and lick from the bottom of her slit all the way to her clit. You already found out she was wet in the elevator, but now she's practically dripping with anticipation and her juices instantly coat your tongue.

Your mother cranes her neck and opens her mouth to speak, but you give her another long lap with your flat tongue and whatever she was about to say gives way to a soft moan.

You keep licking as her head falls back aginst the tabletop. Sometimes the tip of your tongue flicks over her engorged clit, other times you push it as far into her cunt as it'll reach, only to pull it out and give her another set of flat licks. Your hands join the fun too, whether they're just holding her thighs or groping her ass or running a finger up and down her wet labia while you suck up her delicious fluids.

Within minutes Elsie is biting her hand to keep down the noise, and you decide to give her what she's been waiting for.

You stand up, leaving your mother panting on her back while you rip your pants off to expose your aching cock. Then you're at the table's edge again, pulling up her legs to rest her calves on your shoulders. Your left hand latches onto her thigh while your right lines your hard-on up with her slit, and when you thrust your hips forward you plunge all the way into your mother in one motion.

The woman who gave birth to you can't hold back a lewd groan as your cock approaches her womb, only to gasp as you withdraw just as quickly. Then you push into her again, and again, starting with measured strokes but getting faster each time you enter her. You bottom out with every thrust, pushing as deep into her vagina as possible.

Your mom tries to clutch at the table's edge, at your shirt, but both are out of reach and the smooth surface of the table offers her no purchase. Eventually she latches onto her own breasts, popping them out of her dress so she can squeeze and maul their bare flesh.

She surprises herself with the loud noise she makes when you slam into her at the same time as she pinches a nipple, and remembers that she was trying to stay quiet. A second later her right hand is on her mouth again, but her left keeps playing with her nipple. This leaves her other tit free to wobble and jump around on her chest with every thrust, and you delight in making it move as the power of your fucking ripples through your MILF's body.

With Nala you didn't give a shit if anyone walked in on you and took pleasure in embarrassing the curvy black cop, flattening her jugs against the window so anyone outside could see what you were doing to her. Here the risk of being spotted balls-deep in your own mother by people who know both of you adds a thrilling sense of danger to your activities, but also urges you on because you don't actually want to be caught. So you fuck your mother hard and fast, only slowing to let her muffle herself again when her hand slips off her mouth after a particularly vigorous thrust.

Holding her legs with both your hands, you slam into your mom until her cunt clamps down on your cock, a high-pitched whine making it past her fist when she cums. You adjust your grip and give her one last thrust, burying your dick inside her and blasting your sperm against the entrance to her uterus.

You stay inside Elsie for another minute while your cock shrinks and your breathing steadies. Then you step back and help her up to sit on the edge of the table again. Spotting a box of tissues in the corner, you give her a handful to clean herself up with and use the rest to wipe off your dick.

By the time you bend over to retrieve your pants, she's gotten off the table and pulled her dress back into shape. Her hair's a mess though, and it's not like either of you brought a comb. She tries to fix it with her hands, but has to admit it's no use. "Why don't you grab the box from my cubicle and I'll sneak out through the service elevator? I'll meet you downstairs in a couple of minutes."

"Alright mom. I'll see you in a bit." Approaching the door, you peek through the blinds to make sure the coast is clear. You can't see anyone in the hallway, so you step away from the blinds and unlock the door. Before you open it you swing your woman around to press her against it, your bodies close together as you slip your tongue into her mouth.

Then you're out in the hall and go your separate ways.