Mothers & Daughters 01: Family 02

WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW...

This is a story that is intend to be a part of a series grouped under MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS. Each story will be independent. The stories will ultimately cover a range of genre. These will be shorter stories of one chapter which is different from my previous efforts as a writer. I hope you enjoy them.

This is an office-slut story.

This is a story around a mother, Connie Mason, and her daughter, Dawn. Connie is 36 and Barb is 19. Both women are trim with blonde hair that is straight and falls just to the shoulders. Connie's breasts are larger (DD cup after enhancement years ago) than her daughter's (C cup). Both women have dealt with struggle in their lives.

Connie was young when she became pregnant with Dawn. The father was no support and her family were marginally supportive. She took marginal jobs for several years before getting into a community college program for training in secretarial skills. Her desires for sexual contact didn't just start at a young age, it maintained itself through her life despite the difficulties of having a young daughter, which led to frustrations to quell sexual energy persistent within her. Moving from secretarial job to secretarial job, her skill set limited her options and potential for advancement that might have led to an income that in turn could lead to something better for her and her daughter. That is, until she went to work for Maris Industries a couple years ago and miraculously (in the eyes of many other employees) found herself becoming the Personal Assistant to the President.

Dawn at 20, just like her mother, struggled to keep up in school and narrowly escaped high school with merely acceptable grades to show for it. Although her mother tried to keep her promiscuity in check around Dawn, sex and men were like an open book in their close apartment life that seemed to beg Dawn to explore. In her short mature life, Dawn has already gone through a long series of male partners that clearly have little more interest long-term than a conquest of someone that can be manipulated for their benefit. Already starting the same career path as her mother, she has gone through several low-income, small-potential jobs that require her to share an apartment with an equally unskilled former classmate from high school. She too seemed destined to a life of struggle until her mother managed to get her into an entry level secretarial position somewhere in the bowels of the company. Then, she saw what her mom had risen to and wondered what it would take for her advance, too. Suddenly, there was hope in her life.

Some clinical studies are investigating if there might be a pre-disposition for sexual interest and activity passed from one generation to the other and if that pre-disposition is genetic or behavioral. That study could have used this mother and daughter as study subjects.

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MOTHERS & DAUGHTERS: CONNIE & DAWN

Connie was very curious about the meeting going on in the Executive Conference Room. As the Personal Assistant to the President of Maris Industries, she normally knew about all the meetings involving Mr. Maris and the other three executives of the company. She, the executives, and their conference room were located separately from others in the administrative building on the third floor. The rest of the third floor also housed Finance, Accounting, and Human Resources. The rest of the building housed various functions like Sales, Marketing, Administrative Support, Engineering, Drafting, Quality Control, etc. But it wasn't only that she didn't know what the meeting was about, it was that the four top executives rarely met privately without taking the opportunity for some playful time with her.

Her desk was in the middle of the four offices, two on each side. Behind her was the large Executive Conference Room only available to these four and meetings they scheduled with others, mostly customers, clients, major suppliers, and investors. In front of her were a reception area of sorts and two doors, one to a restroom and the other to a small kitchenette.

She heard the conference room door open and quiet conversation as each of the men made their way to their offices. Then, she heard Mr. Maris, "Connie, can I see you, please?"

"Of course, sir." She finished what she was typing and marked her location on the draft letter she was finalizing, stood, straightened her short dress, and turned to Mr. Maris' office behind her. As she entered his office, she paused at the door with her hand on it and hesitated for an indication to close it or not. He nodded and Connie smiled. Being his Personal Assistant covered a wide range of responsibilities but none as interesting as being his slut to use and share with the other executives. With an excited smile of anticipation, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Mr. Maris smiled. Those simple, innocent words have opened so many very interesting and erotic encounters with his PA. "As you know, we just concluded an executive meeting and we have come to an agreement that the next step is to talk to you."

"Me sir? Have I done something that has displeased you or the others?"

He chuckled, "Far from it, Connie. In fact, before we get into this further, please undress."

Connie stood immediately, reached behind her for the zipper to her dress, then slid the garment to her feet to step out of before placing it on the other guest chair in front of Mr. Maris' desk. She then comfortably reached behind her back to unhook her bra before pushing her lace thong down her legs. She turned in a full spin for her boss and retook her seat with a smile.

"No, dear, you've done nothing to displease any of us. Your willingness to oblige us in becoming naked, allowing touches, sucking cock, and fucking is exactly what our discussion was about." He looked at her and clearly not limited to her face. "How long have you been my PA, Connie?" She indicated a little less than a year. "Yes, and in that time have you ever considered or wished to end our arrangement?" She said definitely not. He smiled. "Us, either. What we have decided is how this arrangement might be expanded." She watched him carefully, now. The arrangement was she was available to the men privately in their offices or their conference room as well as outside the office at her apartment, a hotel, or another safe place. She wondered what 'expanded' meant. She waited because she knew Mr. Maris didn't leave anything to misinterpretation.

"Remember that night you assisted me with that customer?" How could she forget? It was the single time she had been approached for something outside the office and the small executive group. "You were magnificent... of course, you always are... but the customer was so... taken by you and your approach to him. That night made us a lot of money."

"We didn't even fuck, sir. All he wanted was a blowjob."

He smiled, "Perhaps, but he was still very much appreciative. You finished off that deal, Connie." He leaned back and gazed at her naked body sitting in front of him. "What we would like to do is more of that, if we can. We know it is an expansion to what we originally agreed on so this could be a promotion, a significant raise, and a specially structured incentive plan for you."

She could feel her body responding to his proposal. She knew her nipples were becoming rock hard and her pussy was past the mere wet stage. "I assume you are talking about expansion as being inclusive of customers and others you would want to influence?"

"Exactly, dear. We recognize this can become a big change and possibly a lot for one woman as it takes off... so to speak. So, we propose hiring another PA to assist you. You would be given the title of Executive Personal Assistant. The new woman would be a Personal Assistant reporting to you and dotted-line reporting to all the executive members. She would receive a rewarding salary, benefits, and share in the incentive plan, but at a lesser amount, of course, than you. You would be responsible for training her in all aspects of the job... in the office and... the personal attention you give." Knowing that the only reason she was in her position was that night he seduced her at the company party and he saw an opportunity in her to do something very outrageous. How was he going to find another woman willing to do this without slapping him with a harassment charge? She expressed those thoughts to him and he smiled back. "Actually, we were hoping you might know someone who might fit the role..." Connie smiled. She just might know the young slut they needed.

She stood and leaned onto the desk, her big breasts swaying as she did. She looked at him intently, "Now, sir, with that out of the way... what can I do for you?"

He laughed, pushed his chair back, and patted the desk surface in front of him. She walked around the desk and positioned herself on the desk, her ass at the edge, and spread her legs for him. He had already dropped his pants, his hard cock pointing at her. He smiled as he pressed his cock to her pussy, sank into her hole, leaned forward, and kissed her. "Are you always wet and ready for a fucking?"

She looked into his eyes and smiled, "I believe those were the same words you asked me that night at the company party when you seduced me into the stairwell." He laughed. A night that started it all.

When she returned to her desk, Connie sent a text to a woman downstairs, an entry-level secretary, who was her target. It was simple, 'Call me, tonight, please.'

Connie was in the kitchen of her apartment when the buzzer from the lobby sounded. Her guest was on her way up. She had planned dinner, one of the salads she gravitated to. When a part of your job is looking attractive and desirable, she found changes were required, especially as she aged. Not only was she controlling her diet, but she religiously took advantage of the gym on the next block. When the doorbell rang, she poured two glasses of white wine that had been chilling and went to the door.

"Hi, Dawn," she warmly said as she hugged her daughter. "I'm really glad you weren't already busy."

Her daughter gave her a kiss on the cheek and entered the apartment. "I was actually, but he wasn't important. Just some guy I met in a bar and wanted another night." She chuckled, "I wasn't impressed with him."

Connie shook her head. It wasn't that she was shocked or disapproved, she knew exactly who her daughter learned her promiscuous behavior from. It was also why she immediately thought of her for the new position in the executive offices and, probably, why Mr. Maris asked her if she knew someone for the position. It wouldn't be a secret that her daughter also worked in the company, the delicate issue would have been if the saying, 'like mother, like daughter', would apply.

After covering the casual catching up of their lives since their last contact, Dawn pressed Connie about the urgency of coming to dinner she sensed in the invitation. Connie smiled and launched into her rehearsed explanation and pitch. She had debated if she should feel guilty about wanting her own daughter to be a part of the career path she had chosen, but she knew her daughter and how she was already living... much the same way she had been living before.

"Dawn, honey, how do you think I can afford this apartment?" Dawn shrugged; she had been curious about that. Connie then launched into what her position as Personal Assistant really was for Mr. Maris and why she was in the job. It explained a lot to Dawn and she became curious why her mom was suddenly explaining something that had been kept a secret for the past year. Finally, Connie admitted the hard truth, "Honey, the truth is neither one of us is the sharpest knife in the drawer, as the saying goes." Her daughter chuckled and Connie smiled, thankful that she was willing to be honest. "We're the kind of people that can get lost in the system doing our menial jobs and scraping by in life, or... we can accept what we are and take advantage of a unique situation when it presents itself. That's all I did." She could see her daughter wasn't negatively judging her but remained very attentive. "I asked you here specifically because I can offer the same unique situation to you."

At first, Dawn didn't react to the words, then it seemed to jolt her. "You mean... give sex for..."

Connie was holding her daughter's hand and nodding her head. "Yes, that' exactly what I am suggesting. Dawn, honey, this might be a terrible thing for a mother to encourage her daughter to consider if it wasn't that we both know what we are. We both love sex and our life skills aren't that abundant. You give away sex regularly, right?" Dawn nodded. "Your job barely covers your living and you share an apartment with a high school friend. Now, look around you here..." Dawn didn't physically shift her head, but Connie could see the wheels turning. "I make more than the manager of your supervisor. This apartment is paid for by Mr. Maris. There is a two-bedroom apartment opening up in this building that could be ours. I have a company credit card. My personal expenses are low and my savings are high and the incentive plan they are talking about..."

Dawn took a gulp of her wine and looked at her mom, "Like being a part-time escort?"

Connie shrugged, "You could look at that way, I suppose, but I prefer to think of it as still giving away sex as I would but getting something for it. Maybe I'm deluding myself, but I think of the sex as freely given as part of the company job. I enjoy sex and I know you do. It's as simple as that."

Monday morning, Dawn appeared before Connie's desk as planned at 9:00 AM. Connie looked up, smiled, came around the desk, and hugged her. "Are you ready?" Dawn nodded. "There is nothing tricky about the interview. They know you already work here doing similar work. The secretarial duties aren't that difficult... trust me. Remember to always respond to these men with 'sir' and comply positively and immediately to whatever they ask." Connie looked over at her daughter and smiled. She had taken her out to find an appropriate dress that was sexy and barely professional. Dawn's C-cup breasts presented a different look than Connie's D-cups so they opted for a deeper opening in front and slightly shorter hem. She moved her hands from her daughter's shoulders to her face and gazed into the eyes. Dawn could see something change in her mom and was mildly surprised when she received a kiss on the lips... and it wasn't motherly. Connie searched her daughter's face, "Am I a terrible mom?" Dawn shook her head. Connie leaned into her, again. The next kiss was full of passion. "How about now?"

Dawn gasped and hugged her mom. "Oh, mom! I've wanted to do that so many times."

Connie smiled and stroked her daughter's face. "Me, too. But now it is time for you to get yourself a promotion. Then... I'm going to ask for some private time with you in the conference room." Her daughter looked at her curiously. Connie smiled and hugged her, "I want to suck all that cum out of my little girl." Dawn gasped and shivered. She couldn't remember ever being so sexually charged. She knew that the new lace thong she was wearing would be saturated and stick to her pussy which she soon would be taking off.

Then, from behind her, "Connie, we're ready for you."

"Right away, sir."

Connie walked Dawn to the conference room door, squeezed the girl's hand, and led her inside. The four senior executives were seated at a conference table that could seat eight people with additional chairs against a wall. Connie introduced her daughter to each of the men.

Mr. Maris spoke to Dawn, "You understand the purpose of this meeting, Dawn?"

She glanced at her mother, then looked at each of the men, "Yes, sir. I am here for the new Personal Assistant position. All the duties and requirements of the position have been explained to me and I would greatly desire to serve you men in that position."

One of the other men asked, "You understand ALL the requirements and expectations of this position?" Dawn affirmed it. "You understand adding this new position represents an expansion beyond the expectations your mother has performed for us to this point?"

Dawn smiled, "I would like very much to show you, in whatever way you desire, that I am the woman to assist my mom in this role."

Mr. Maris took over, again, "Then, let's see about that." He glanced at Connie who was smiling with just a hint of nervousness. That wasn't necessarily bad. It likely only reflected how much the two of them desired for this to happen. He looked back to Dawn, "Take off your dress, Dawn." He liked that she didn't look to her mother this time but immediately reached behind her and began lowering the zipper. She stepped out of the dress and handed it to Connie who now stood to the side. She was told to turn in a circle dressed now in a matching set of lace bra and thong with thigh hig stockings and heels. Indicating the bra next, she immediately complied. Then the thong and she was essentially naked before them. Mr. Maris indicated for her to step closer to him and his hand reached up to cup her breast while watching her eyes and face for a response. She only continued to smile at him. His other hand moved to her crotch and her legs parted slightly. When his fingers slid through her wet pussy lips, he was delighted to see, and hear, her gasp, her legs separating a little more in what seemed to be an unconscious, responsive reaction. She was then told to move to each of the men with the same touching and probing occurring with each, but two of the men also inserted fingers into her ready pussy.

Then, with a simple move, Mr. Maris dramatically shifted the 'interview'. He unbuckled his belt, lowered the zipper, and shifted his slacks down. Dawn responded immediately, going to her knees in front of him, and taking his exposed cock in her hands. She gave it a couple strokes before lowering her head to lick the underside of the flaccid but rising shaft. She licked from the base to the tip and each time she reached the head, she took it between her lips and sucked on it briefly. Mr. Maris looked up at Connie and smiled. It was the exact technique Connie used. He wondered if the two had coordinated what Dawn might do. It indicated to him this combination of women was a winner for them. Dawn was willing and ready to do what was needed to be done for them and her mother would do what was necessary to guide her. His musings were interrupted as he gasped when his cock was taken deep into her mouth to her throat... just like her mom.

He didn't want to cum in her mouth this time and that was a real possibility the way he was reacting. He lifted her mouth off his cock and indicated she should move to the next man. Around the group, she made her way until each man was hard. Back at the front of the table, Mr. Maris patted the top of the table. She lifted herself up and leaned back, her knees rising with her and spreading wide. She glanced at her mom at the side and found her smiling. Mr. Maris moved between her legs, his hard cock leading him to her open and wet pussy. He sank completely into her with two thrusts and fucked her to his quick climax. The other three men followed suit in quick succession.

Connie stepped to her daughter, a hand on her chest to keep her on the table, as the last of the men filed out of the conference. Closing the door behind the men, she smiled at her daughter, "I told you... I want to clean the cum from your pussy." Dawn looked up at her mom with a sense of being overwhelmed. She knew what was likely to happen but being fucked by four men in the executive's conference early in the workday was still difficult to wrap her head around. Now, her mom was going to eat her pussy in the same conference room?

Connie leaned over Dawn's spread legs and tentatively dipped her outstretched tongue to the messy pussy lips before her. This was new for her. She had never been so intimate with a woman but this was something she somehow felt she needed to do. Soon, her tongue was lapping at the spread pussy like a hound after gravy. She was forcing her tongue into her daughter's hole for any last cum she could reach, her daughter gasping and moaning, her own fingers pinching and pulling on her nipples, when the conference room door suddenly opened, again.