Yes

Avery smiled and swayed his hips as he walked away, fully aware of how the short skirt rode up with every step.

In his room he stripped, wiped himself clean, and chose a new outfit: a soft cream blouse that clung to his narrow waist and the soft swell of his chest, a short black skirt that stopped high on his thighs, and the same stockings. Again, no panties. He checked himself in the mirror, turned, and watched the way the skirt hugged the full curve of his ass. Perfect.

When he came back downstairs Martha’s eyes went dark.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re going to cause problems tonight.”

“Good,” Avery replied softly.

The drive to the company headquarters was thick with tension. Martha’s hand stayed under his skirt the entire way, fingers slowly stroking his bare cock, occasionally dipping lower to press against his still-slick hole. Avery kept his legs open and his breathing steady, letting her play as much as she wanted.

The moment they stepped into the brightly lit lobby, dozens of eyes locked onto him. Well-dressed futas in sharp suits and elegant dresses turned to look. Whispers followed them across the room. Martha kept a possessive hand on the small of his back, but she didn’t stop the lingering stares.

Director Hale, a tall, statuesque black woman in a blood-red suit, approached first. The outline of her cock was massive even through the tailored trousers.

“Martha,” she said, voice smooth and low. “You never mentioned your son was this pretty.” Her eyes dragged slowly down Avery’s body and back up. “Avery, was it? Can I get you a drink?”

Avery met her gaze and smiled, soft and inviting. “I’d like that.”

Martha’s fingers tightened on his waist, but she didn’t pull him away.

The evening unfolded in a haze of champagne, soft music, and constant attention. Every time Avery moved, eyes followed the sway of his ass. Hands rested a little too long on his lower back when people introduced themselves. During dinner a woman across the table kept her foot pressed lightly against his stocking-covered calf under the table. Avery didn’t move away. Once he even pressed back.

When the dancing started Martha pulled him close, her thick cock hard against his stomach through their clothes. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear.

“Half the board wants to take you into a side room right now,” she murmured. “I can see it in their faces.”

Avery turned his head just enough to speak against her neck. “And what about you, Mom? Do you want to take me somewhere?”

Martha’s cock throbbed hard against him. Her hand slid down and squeezed one full cheek of his ass through the short skirt.

“Later,” she promised, voice rough. “When we get home I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to first.”

Avery smiled against her shoulder, already wet and aching for it.

The night was still young.

The music shifted into something slower. Martha kept Avery close, one hand firm on the small of his back, the other resting low enough that her fingers occasionally brushed the underside of his ass through the thin fabric of his skirt. Her cock remained hard against his stomach the entire time they moved.

Avery didn’t pull away. Instead he pressed closer, letting the soft curve of his ass rub lightly against her thigh whenever they turned. He kept his expression soft and almost shy, but every subtle movement of his hips was deliberate.

Director Hale reappeared with two glasses of champagne. She handed one to Avery, her dark eyes lingering on the way his blouse clung to his chest.

“You dance well,” she said. “Martha’s been keeping you to herself all evening.”

Martha’s grip tightened slightly. “He’s my son.”

“I’m aware.” Hale’s smile didn’t fade. “Still… it would be a shame if he spent the whole night only talking to his mother.”

Avery took a slow sip of the champagne, then looked up at Hale through his lashes. “I don’t mind talking to other people.”

Martha’s fingers dug into his waist for a second, but she didn’t stop him when Hale offered her free hand. Avery placed his fingers in hers and let her lead him a few steps away, still within Martha’s line of sight.

Hale pulled Avery a few steps farther onto the dance floor, one hand settling low on the small of his back. Across the room Martha watched them for a moment, then a cluster of senior clients and board members approached her with raised glasses and warm congratulations. She gave Avery one last glance, decided he would be fine for a few minutes under Director Hale’s care, and turned to greet them. Within moments she was deep in conversation, smiling, accepting praise, completely occupied with work.

Hale noticed the exact moment Martha’s attention left them. She didn’t rush. Instead she kept Avery close, moving slowly, her large hand resting just above the curve of his ass. Her thumb stroked once, testing.

“You’re very quiet,” she said. “Most boys your age either freeze or start talking too much when someone like me pulls them this close.”

Avery’s cheeks colored. He kept his eyes on her shoulder. “I… I don’t really know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Hale’s hand slid lower until her palm fully cupped one soft cheek through the thin fabric of his skirt. She squeezed, firm and deliberate. Avery tensed for half a second, then stayed still. He didn’t pull away.

Hale’s voice dropped. “Interesting. Most boys would have stepped back by now.”

Avery’s face was warm. He gave the smallest shrug, still not looking up. “It… doesn’t feel bad.”

She tested further. Her fingers slipped under the hem of the short skirt and brushed bare skin. No underwear. She paused, then openly groped the soft flesh of his ass, spreading one cheek slightly. Avery’s breath hitched, but he remained where he was, body pliant.

“No underwear,” Hale murmured. “And you’re not stopping me.”

Avery’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Should I…?”

“No.” She squeezed harder. “Don’t.”

She guided him off the floor without another word. They walked side by side through the quieter corridors. In the private elevator Hale didn’t wait. She backed him against the mirrored wall, one hand still under his skirt, two thick fingers already sliding between his cheeks and pressing against his hole. Avery made a small, startled sound, face burning, but he didn’t push her hand away. He even shifted his feet a little wider.

Hale watched his reflection. “You’re letting me do this. In an elevator. Where anyone could see if the doors opened.”

Avery’s eyes were down. “I… know.”