Pregnant, Mother, Office Slut

She blushed, "Yes, he knows, in fact he loves the idea. He thinks you're hot, so it's exciting for him if you're watching."

"Do you also think the idea is hot?"

"It would be like old times, except this would be a lot more embarrassing."

"You think it's embarrassing? Why?"

She smiled. "Why do you think? That's my son."

"The ultimate slutty task."

"I know. That's why it's so shameful."

"But does it arouse you?"

"It's the best sex I've ever had in my life. I've never been wetter."

"Because of his cock? Or because he's your son?"

"He's a handsome guy, a great fuck for sure, but it's because he's my son. That's what makes me so wet, the taboo of being his office slut. His home slut."

"A home slut?" I asked.

"Sometimes I'm naked at home, like when I cook dinner, or while we eat. I'm a naked housewife for him. He's taken the place of a supportive husband and he's filled the void in my cunt for a dominant boss."

The image of Sandra naked at home, cooking dinner and sitting down to eat, sent a shiver down my spine. It took the situation to a whole new level and I understood why it was the best sex she's ever had.

"We need to have lunch sometime. I need to hear every little detail."

"Everything?"

"Oh yes, I expect to know everything. One step at a time."

She blushed. "What would you like first?"

"Watching you give a blowjob. You've always given the best head in this office."

"Now you're flattering me."

"I'm serious. You always get compliments on your cocksucking abilities. Men like the clinical effort you put into it."

"Thank you, that's very nice of you to say. Sure, we can arrange that. How about 7 pm at my place, after that I'll serve lasagna which I've already prepared."

"Oh no, this happens today in the office."

"The blowjob?" she asked.

"Yes, the blowjob. I'd still love to have lasagna at your place tonight."

"It's risky with three people in the same room."

"Do you forget where you're working?"

She nodded. "It's been a long time."

My comment rang true with Sandra and it was a subtle reminder that she was the office slut again. She'd been away from the lifestyle for so long that she almost lost her touch. The old Sandra was coming back, perhaps replaced with something even better, more deviant, with an even more ferocious appetite now that the bar had been raised to incest.

We met during lunch break when most people left. It happened in Brian's office and he was nervous about being watched, but excited. Sandra had a similar vibe, but she was more comfortable thanks to her wealth of experience with office play.

Time was short and I closed the door and blinds. As the corporate superior, I directed the scene and told Brian to pull his pants down and lay across the desk. That had always been my favorite way of watching a woman suck a guy off because I could sit behind the desk and watch it unfold with comfort. A total power move on my part.

So I sat behind Brian's desk, taking control of his office, while he laid across the desk and his hard cock was pointed up in the air. To me, it was yet another cock in a long line of cocks I'd seen at work. I'd seen more than enough cocks to last a lifetime. But to Sandra, this was the most precious cock in the world.

My world was changed forever as Sandra, fully dressed in office clothes, pulled her hair back and bent over to suck it. True incest. Something I'd never seen before. Total deviance. Magic I never thought I'd needed in my life.

She was lost in the moment as she sucked. One hand cupped his balls, the other hand stroked his shaft. She stopped for a moment to pull her hair to the side and I was thankful for that. I'd seen Sandra suck plenty of times, in fact I'm the one who trained her to have better technique, but I'd never seen her suck with such zeal.

That lasted for several minutes and I sat beside the desk watching, as if this were a business meeting of sorts. Technically it was job related. Consider it performance review or employee relations. The sound of sucking and smacking filled the office.

I heard the son moaning and Sandra went even harder, wrapping her lights tighter as cum filled her mouth. She swallowed everything like a good slut. Like a good mother.

When it was over, she stood upright and looked at me. Her lipstick was ruined and smeared, with cum and saliva running down her chin. God she looked like a whore. There was an expression on her face which read, 'Now do you believe me?' and I certainly did. I was proud of her. In fact, I admired that she had the courage to do something like that.

It's 2015 and the office is buzzing for Sandra's baby shower while she's five months pregnant. She's finally getting the attention she deserves for being an awesome person. The pregnancy was a complete accident. The doctor said that Sandra was at the limit of being fertile and the pregnancy was a miracle. A complete shock to her, as she's told me many times.

Of course, no one in the office knows who the father is. People ask all the time, but she plays coy and tells people that she, 'has a man' in her life, which is technically true. She does have a man, and she's a great housewife at home, except no one suspects that the man is her boss. Her son, to be exact.

It's humorous watching people approach Sandra with their congratulations and gifts. A few have even rubbed her belly. She wears a new wardrobe that accommodates her pregnancy bump. Sandra smiles and thanks them. Brian is nearby, also smiling. Their secret remains intact, perhaps something that arouses them.

While everyone enjoys pasta, grilled meat and cakes, there's a moment when Brian is alone and I go over to speak with him.

"How is your mother doing?" I ask.

An innocent question and people nearby think nothing of it. People ask about families all the time in office spaces. Only we know the proper context.

"She's great, actually. Things have never been better."

"I'm glad. Your mother is a terrific cook. I've raved about her dishes to all my friends."

"Then you should come over this weekend. She has a lot of new recipes, you know, with dairy products. She's been less strict on her diet lately, so she's been using a lot of cream. The fresh, organic kind."

I throb down below imagining a pregnant Sandra at home, naked, using her breast milk in the food she makes and serving it to her son. Make no mistake about it, that's exactly what Brian is implying and he sees the excitement in my eyes.

"So your mother still has time to cook and have dinner parties? I thought she was busy with work, with her new promotion and all."

"Yeah, she's been busy with work, but she always keeps her priorities in order."

That's it, I reach my limit and I need to see them fuck again. We've been busy in the office lately and I've sort of given Sandra a break from our sex sessions, with her pregnancy and all, but that's coming to an end. I can only imagine how big Sandra's nipples must be at this point. How tender her breasts must be.

"Nice catching up," I say. "Tell your mother I said hello. Hopefully we can meet up again soon."

"She'd like that, for sure. She's been asking about seeing you again."

My head tilts and gestures for him to follow me. He picks up the signal, knowing to bring his mother. It's always fun to have these innuendo-filled conversations in front of other employees, it adds to the excitement.

I head to my office on the upper floor. A lot has changed in recent years. I've been promoted, which means I have a nice big office with enough space for fucking and enough privacy to keep it a secret. This is where I like bringing Sandra and her son, you know, in case they're in the mood to fuck.

My secretary knows that gangbangs and blowjobs happen in my office. She doesn't know anything about true incest that occurs.

I linger around while waiting for them, refreshing my appearance using a small mirror, until finally they arrive. The last time we did this was several weeks ago, but several weeks is a long time for a pregnant woman.

Brian closes the door and I greet both of them with a kiss, then I rub Sandra's shoulders and admire her belly. How she glows. She's so proud of the life she has. Her new wardrobe adds to her radiance and beauty.

"I know we haven't done this as often," she says. "Being pregnant at my age is difficult. But I've managed to get a hang of things. My body is adjusting. Prenatal yoga classes have helped relieve tension in my body. My hormones have changed, they're off the charts and I've been fucking my son like crazy."

Sandra starts to undress and her son assists her. They've done this before, this undressing. I can imagine how difficult it must be to undress from formal office attire with a belly like hers. Brian doesn't mind assisting. It's a privilege to see her naked.

As her expensive clothes are placed on the table, I'm in awe of her development. Her once slender frame now shows a large curve around her midsection. Her face has a soft glow, a radiance that I've never seen before. Her skin is smooth and looks well-nourished, a sign that she's taking care of herself. There's a slight exhaustion in her eyes. The weight of the pregnancy is taking its toll on her body.

She's stripped down naked with her son's help, even standing barefoot on the carpet. Her appearance of being 30 pounds heavier is distributed evenly in her feminine areas, with stretch marks visible around her belly and hips. She's a living, breathing goddess in the flesh. Her curves are something to be worshiped.

And then there are her breasts. They look a full size larger, tender to the touch, swollen almost. Her areolas are shades darker than normal and her nipples protrude more than ever. These are nipples I've sucked countless times in the last few years. The fullness of her breasts makes me wonder how much milk she has.

Sandra goes to my mahogany desk and bends over like she's been in this position at home while being mindful of her belly. As if this position works best for her. I get a good view of her plump ass from this erotic pose. She grips the edges of the desk. Brian gets behind her, unzips his pants to free his erection and inserts himself with relative ease, which shows how drenched Sandra's pussy must be. This is a position they've definitely done before at home.

Her face grimaces with pain, but also a sense of relief as her muscles are slowly eased. I can see the tension in her body start to release, her shoulders dropping as she breathes deep. The pregnancy has been stressful on her body at this middle-age, sex appears to be the appropriate remedy.

She's getting fucked harder as Brian squeezes her full hips. Her face is contorted with intensity, but she is also in deep focus on the sensations in her body. It's almost meditative, as if she's taken the knowledge she's gotten from pregnancy courses and honed it into something usable for passionate sex with her son.

I can see the muscles in her shoulders and back tense and relax as she moves through the pose. Her breathing is slow and deliberate, and she takes deep inhales and exhales as she shifts her weight from front to back, matching her son's thrusts. Despite the discomfort she is clearly feeling, she also seems to be finding some relief in the mom/son fucking. Her body gradually starts to loosen and I can see her face soften as she releases some of the tension she had been carrying.

Her moans are muffled as if she's in a trance, but her body trembles and her eyes are wide open as the man she loves pounds her, and her butt makes slapping sounds with Brian's crotch. I've heard these slapping sounds before from their sex sessions in my office, but Sandra's plump ass from the pregnancy body makes it louder, more erotic.

Sandra's cum is like a river that flows down her legs and stains my carpet. It's almost her son's turn as they both tend to cum in unison. That's what I love about their fucking, how in sync they are, how in tune their biology is.

The hard cock plops out of her spent pussy and Sandra gets on her knees. Her hands rest on her thighs, breasts hanging forward over her belly. This drives me wild, knowing what's going to happen next. She opens her mouth as Brian jerks himself, then cums on her tongue. She swallows what she can but the rest glazes her big tits and dark areolas. They breath heavy, both satisfied.

By this hour, they should both be working, so they start to clean themselves. Brian knows the routine, grabbing tissue from a small box on my desk to wipe his mother, making her presentable again.

I have something else in mind, approaching the glowing, orgasmic Sandra to kiss her face. My kisses go down, reaching her mouth, and I squeeze her breasts. Hard. Milk flows. My mouth goes lower. It's my first time tasting another woman's milk and it's surprisingly sweet. She moans as I drink her natural fluids. This is the essence of her womanhood, her breast milk. I drink from each breast, letting it nourish my body in unholy ways.

"Thank you," she says. "For giving my son this job years ago. For hiring me. For putting me beneath my son in the office. Was this your plan all along?"

I wipe my lips. "My plan? No. There was no plan. The fact that you started fucking your son was an extension of your personality. If you can believe that."

"You brought this out of me."

After several more kisses on the lips, we finish and I sit behind my desk, watching Brian assist his mother in getting dressed. I love watching women dress after being fucked and having an orgasm. It's the subtle sense of shame that makes it hot. But it's more powerful to watch a son dress a pregnant mother after fucking her raw. She's back in her office attire. Ready for work. The paralegal. The office slut.

The End

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