Emergency at work

Jeremy was already gone. “Emergency at work,” he’d texted her—dressed, freshly showered, as if nothing had happened. Now the message came. I saw it live in the chat that Jeremy was sending me at the same time. Every word. Every photo.

Jeremy: Good morning, my beautiful wife Tachibana ❤ I wanted to thank you again for the incredible night. You gave me so much… I still can’t believe it. Unfortunately, I had to leave really early—emergency at work, I’m really sorry. I would have much rather stayed with you. But look… I quickly took a photo before I left. Don’t we look great together?

Then the photo arrived. Crystal clear. Jeremy stood fully clothed next to the bed, smiling at the camera like the perfect, shy boy. Next to him was my mother—completely naked, lying on her back, legs slightly spread. Her clean-shaven pubic area still glistened with moisture; white strands of cum trailed from her open pussy and ass, running down her inner thighs and onto the sheet. Her plump breasts were splattered with cum, a thick drop even clinging to her lower lip. Her cheeks were still red, her hair tousled. She looked like a used-up, cum-covered MILF whore.

Below that, he continued writing—and the tone suddenly became more serious:

Jeremy: But honestly… it doesn’t quite feel real yet. No woman would give herself over so completely after just four or five dates. You were so incredibly open… you even told me to fuck your ass. And I’ve never done that before. I didn’t want to upset you, so I did it. But now… I’m wondering: Am I just a call boy to you? A toy boy? Someone you use and then put away?

Oh no… oh God, he thinks I’m using him… he’s so hurt… I can’t upset him now… the photos… he has everything… I have to save this…

Ms. Tachibana: No! Jeremy, no, that’s not you at all! That’s not true! I… I really wanted all of this. With you. It wasn’t a game. I’ve never given myself to anyone as much as I have to you. Please believe me. ❤

Jeremy: You were so incredibly open… and then this morning at the front desk… The woman there looked at me like I was trash. She called me a “prostitute call boy.” She said I should please use the service entrance so the other guests wouldn’t see me. I stood there like a cheap toy boy who gets paid and then kicked out the back door.

Oh God… the receptionist called him a call boy… because I paid for the hotel… because I paid him… he feels used… of course, with the age difference, how else could it be possible

Ms. Tachibana: No! Jeremy, no, that’s not you at all! That’s not true! I… I really wanted all of this. With you. It wasn’t a game. I’ve never given myself to anyone as much as I have to you. Please believe me. ❤ I’m so sorry for what the receptionist said… that wasn’t fair. I want to make it up to you. Just tell me how. You make the suggestion. Anything. I’ll agree. I’ll do anything you want so you can feel how serious I am. Anything. Just tell me.

I just said “no matter what”… I’m a mother… he’s almost as old as my son… but I can’t lose him… the photos…

Then came Jeremy’s reply. Long. Detailed. Outwardly, still the shy, lovesick boy.

Jeremy: Ms. Tachibana… your words mean everything to me. That you’re willing to give me real proof… that touches me deeply. I want to be honest with you. There’s a fantasy that’s been haunting me for weeks. Every time I see you at work—elegant, confident, this beautiful Japanese woman whom everyone respects—it runs through my mind.

My father sometimes sends me to the warehouse like a regular intern to sort boxes. And in my fantasy… I find you there. Naked. Tied up. Hands behind your back, legs slightly spread and secured to a shelf. Your eyes are blindfolded, you’re wearing thick headphones with loud music so you can’t hear a thing. And inside your beautiful, smooth pussy is a powerful vibrator, humming softly. You’re waiting there… for someone. Maybe for me. Your body is already completely wet, your full breasts rising and falling quickly, your nipples hard.

In my fantasy, I walk very slowly toward you, kissing your neck first, your shoulders, sucking on your breasts, licking down your stomach… all the way down to your dripping pussy. Then I take you. Hard. Deep. Without a word. Just using you, while you lie there tied up and blindfolded, not knowing who it is—until I eventually take off your blindfold and you see that it’s me.

That’s one of my darkest, most intense fantasies when I see you in the office. I would never ask that of you…

I watched my mother read the message. Her eyes grew wider and wider, and then she murmured:

Oh God… that’s sick… that’s so perverted… in my own company’s warehouse… naked, tied up, blindfolded, a vibrator inside me… while I don’t know who’s coming… he just wants to use me there like a… like a… but he’s so honest with me… he trusts me… the photos… I can’t let him down… I’m a mother… he’s almost as old as my son… this isn’t right… but… why does this make me so wet… I can feel it tugging inside me again… I have to say yes… I have to prove it to him…

Ms. Tachibana: “Jeremy… this is… very intense. I… I’ve never done anything like this before. But…” and she sends the message.

She stared at the screen, biting her lower lip until it turned white. Jeremy didn’t reply. No “seen,” no period, nothing. She knew he had that “emergency at work.” Maybe he really was busy. Or maybe he was stringing her along on purpose.

Her face shifted from shame to panic to that **** determination I’d come to hate. He’s confided his darkest fantasy to me… because he trusts me… because he thinks I’m just using him… I have to prove to him that I’m serious… right now… before he has doubts… before he uses the photos after all…

She stood up, her legs trembling. A thick drop of his semen trickled down the inside of her thigh and dripped onto the carpet. She slipped on only the short, pale yellow summer dress—no bra, no panties, just like on their last date. The thin fabric clung immediately to her still-damp skin. Her nipples showed through clearly. She looked like a woman on her way to a secret fuck, not like an elegant mother.

She drove straight to a sex shop on the outskirts of town—Saturday afternoon, hardly anyone around. I watched her walk in with flushed cheeks, wearing only that slutty dress. Ten minutes later, she came back out, an inconspicuous black bag in her hand. Inside: a set—sturdy handcuffs, a thick rope set, a powerful remote-controlled vibrator, a thick black blindfold, and noise-canceling headphones. All part of a “BDSM Beginner’s Set.”

She drove on. To the office. Saturday. The building was completely empty. Not a soul in sight. She parked in the back, slipped through the delivery entrance, which she naturally knew as a senior executive. The warehouse was huge, full of shelves, boxes, and dim neon light. Just like in his fantasy.

My mother set the bag down, took a deep breath, and slowly undressed. The dress fell to the floor. She stood there naked—smoothly shaved, her full breasts swaying, her nipples rock-hard, her pussy still slightly swollen and glistening from yesterday.

She did everything exactly as he had described.

First, she slid the thick vibrator deep into her wet pussy. A soft, smacking sound as it disappeared completely. Then she texted him “I’m here. ❤” She moaned softly, her knees buckling briefly. The blindfold came next, then the headphones. She sat down on a low box, spread her legs slightly, leaned against a shelf, and locked the handcuffs and rope in place with a final click.

The vibrator was quiet but powerful; her body jerked immediately. A stifled whimper escaped her. Then she put on the headphones, the music blared—she couldn’t hear anything anymore. The blindfold fit perfectly. She sat there: naked, bound, blind, deaf, with the vibrator deep inside her dripping pussy, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly, her nipples hard as pebbles. And then, at first… nothing happened.

The cameras showed everything in perfect resolution. She waited. Minutes passed. Her body began to tremble, and tiny beads of sweat trickled down between her breasts. Her hips twitched restlessly against the vibrator. A soft, helpless moan came through the headphones. She didn’t know if Jeremy was already there. If someone else was coming. If it might be me. She just waited—bound, naked, dripping, with a huge guilty conscience and at the same time so aroused that her thighs were glistening.

Jeremy sent me just a short message:

Jeremy: Check out your hot Japanese MILF titty-cunt. She voluntarily sat down in the warehouse naked, tied up, and vibrating because she thinks she has to save her ass for me. The plump cum-dumpster is now waiting like a real warehouse whore. I’m going to let her stew a little longer. And you? You get to watch every second of her humiliation live, loser.