8 comments/ 50860 views/ 13 favorites John Matson By: MIBCowboy2013 All participates; characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The phone rang in John Matson's office as he prepared to leave for the weekend. "This is John" he said as he pulled the receiver to his ear. "Hi baby," his mother said, an excited tone in her voice. "I got it, the temp agency called and I report to HR on Monday." "Isn't that great" she asked, waiting for her son to respond. "Yes, it is mom; just remember everything we talked about". "This is a very energy driven company, and you need to mirror the way things run" he told her in a firm tone. "Ya baby, I know, I got an ear full and a whole lot more at the temp agency." "Would you come over tonight, I want your opinion on some things?" "Sure mom, see you about 8," he told her slowly hanging up the phone. John was 9 months out of Iraq and on his 6th month with Micon, a rocketing dot.com company started by two Harvard grads, just a little older than him. Worth a billon already, the pair of computer geeks hired the combat vet as their Director of Safety and Security after a five minute interview. In a plush office with corner window views, he was enjoying a 6 figure income, traveling with the bosses as their bodyguard and the perks of a building full of twenty-something women, including his secretary. Not bad for a 25 year old Ranger. His secretary was taking a maternity break, "not his kid, thank god" but he smiled thinking of the great blow jobs she had given him, as he watched her tits grow in his hands and mouth, the past few months. The company used a temp agency to fill temp vacancies and John had made a phone call to get a few mature candidates sent over to HR. Both he and the companies VP of Sales needed a temp and John had sent his mother down to the agency to apply. Karen (Matson) Jones had been laid off 9 months ago from her job at an electronics company. It had been sold and gutted in a matter of weeks. And while she had a substantial nest egg, a home paid off and no real bills, but she was desperate to get income coming in once again. She had repeatedly asked John for a little help to get into Micon, but he was reluctant due to a strict "no nepotism" policy at Micon. Still, in the end, he thought he could give the agency and nudge and if she was selected, she would work on the 8th floor for the Sales VP. Walking in the temp agency Karen immediate felt out of place. Everyone is the office was at best in their twenties, dressed to kill, heels, short skirts or tight pants and enough cleavage to entice a preacher. Janis Garrott was the owner of Harvard Temps and she dressed, in the same style as the girls. " Ms. Jones, Karen, so nice to meet you" she said shaking hands with the applicant. Karen looked over the lady, long legs, very short skirt, and a sheer blouse that showed ample breast beneath a light jacket. For 15 minutes they went over Karen's employment history, work experience and references. Although John had called her, his name did not appear anywhere in Karen's references, application or background paperwork. Janis understood discretion and Micon's employment policies meant she kept their secrets. Of course Janis Garrott had also looked over the applicant sitting across from her. A vary dated business jacket and skirt, blouse meant to hide assets and a skirt that would qualify for Catholic school it was so long. Not Micon material. "Karen, let me be honest with you, I'm not sure this is your best opportunity, Micon is a billion dollar company." "They pay excellent wages, in fact you would be making what many companies pay their junior executives, but you're, to be polite, dated," she told the shocked applicant. Karen tried to plead her case, panicked that what she thought was a sure thing, was going out the window. "Karen, your clothing is dated; old, boring, and you would look like most of your counterparts, grandmother." "This is a high energy company and the work environment is 'charged', you, my dear are a very professional lady, but that's not "ALL" this client wants!" Karen again tried, panic in her voice to challenge Janis, but was cut off. "Karen, straight up, half the folks are screwing the other half, the girl going out on maternity leave, got knocked up by a senior executive and within a week, your probably going to be invited by the VP of Sales to bend over his desk, after you suck his cock," she told the startled Karen. "But, but that's misconduct isn't it, she asked? "Karen times have changed, I'm telling you so when your boss is smoking a cigar and asking you to get down on your knees and blow him, you will not be shocked" "And let me tell you, your neighbor's son, John is the hottest catch right now, I'd fuck him on his desk, as I hear some of the girls already have offered to." "I've heard that they line up for the chance to give him head and I'd be in that line if I could," she said with a grin. (John had told Janis that he was a neighbor and his mother had asked him to look out for Karen, their neighbor.) Not that Janis bought in to the whole story, but she might see John for a little bonus thank you later. Karen was shocked, stunned and her head was spinning. John, her son the stud, had hinted about the company, but she had never thought about him having sex at the company, much less in his office. Would she be expected to fuck the VP of Sales? Would the girls talk about having sex with her son? She was ready to cry. "OK, tell you what, I like you, stand up," Janis told her. Not sure why she said it, she slowly stood up in front of the desk. "Karen the jacket is two decades old; it's got to go, so let's take that off." Karen slowly removed the jacket and placed it on the chair next to her. "I bet you've had that blouse for a long, long time, it's great for church, but it will not pass Micon muster, please remove it!" Karen blinked and then sheepishly asked, "you want me to undress, here?" "Honey, I'm trying to help you, we need to identify the 'many' problems and correct them before you hit Micon on Monday, so either you can listen and follow what I have to say, or I can send you to Denny's to be their book-keeper" Janis said is a firm manner. Karen slowly pulled the blouse out of her skirt and unbuttoned it, one by one. She pulled it slowly off her shoulders and set it on top of her jacket. "Karen, every girl at Micon has tits, big tits, and they display them, that bra is designed to support and cover up breasts, you need a bra that shows off those tittles!" Let's lose the bra and take a look at what we have to work with." Karen again started to protest, but found herself listening to Janis as she reached around to unhook the bra straps. She moved her hands around to catch the cups as her breasts fought to bounce free. "Yes, look at those beautiful tits Karen, men want to suck those, play with those, fuck those tits, those are money in the bank, if you'll use them," Janis told her. Karen held the bra by her cups to her chest, not letting the bra fall down. "OK, let's take a closer look, set the bra down. Karen slowly removed the cups and allowed her breast to bounce free. 38EE boobies bounced free, sagging ever so slightly as she set the bra on the chair. "OK, we can work with these, but Karen no band aids on the nipples, nipples are like gold, take those off," she said. Karen looked at the band-aids she had covered her nipples with for almost twenty years, never wanting to have them protrude before. Janis walked over and smiled at Karen, "May I, she asked, without waiting for an answer and reached up cupping the two massive breasts in her hands. Holding them up and pushing them together, she looked in Karen's, eyes. "This is how they should look, massive, hungry, suck able and just a touch away." "Always on display, sheer bras, sheer blouses and cut to impress." Janis's fingers started to tweak and twist eraser size nipples as a gasp of air, escaped from Karen's lips, Janis felt the applicants knees bend slightly as she twisted them. "Protruding nipples mean money, men think with their dicks and that's the brain you want them using." "Your job performance will always be 100%, no matter what, if they think with their dicks," Janis let lose of the breasts she had been playing with and started to unbutton her own blouse. "Let me show you something" as she removed her top. Her bra was sheer, see threw, and wire reinforced and held breasts equal in size to Karen's. "I run a million dollar a year company with these" she said playing with her chest. Karen was so confused; at 45 she was half naked, in an employment office, watching the owner fondle herself. She needed a job, but didn't ever think it would lead to this. "OK, lets take a look at the rest, that skirt has got to go Karen, it's dated, about 12" too long and does nothing to show off your body." Karen wasn't sure she heard Janis correctly; she wanted her to take off her skirt? "Come on; drop it, "she told her. Karen slowly unsnapped, then unzipped the skirt slowly allowing it to fall, she stepped out of it and with one hand covering her panties, set the shirt on the chair. "O' honey granny panties gotta go," she said walking over to Karen again. Janis reached up and placed one hand on each hip, turning Karen side to side. "Burn these and any more you have, all you should be wearing is a thong, PERIOD!" Janis rubbed, pulled and twisted the backside of Karen's underwear, feeling her cheeks; she turned Karen to face her. "I see a forest inside there that has to go as well." "Why, Karen asked meekly. "Because some VP sooner or later is going to have his face buried in that little love box of yours and the smoother, the richer!" "But, I'm not planning on sleeping with them, I just need a job," she pleaded. Janis slipped her hand inside the side and cupped Karen's soaked pussy, "Honey, your gonna fuck one of them sooner or later. The guy they have you slated to work for is happily married, so you might catch a break." "But the other girl, Mr. Matson will be getting his cock sucked in a week by her, probably daily and he's going to eat her bare pussy." Karen's mind was awash in confusion, she had never really thought of some girl giving her son a blow job, or fucking for that matter. Now, she was going to take a well paying job, with at least the expectation that someone, or more than one someone would try and get in her pants. Janis slipped a finger inside Karen's wet pussy lips and slid up taking her right breast in her month. "I'm, I'm not sure" Karen said softly as her legs started to go soft. Their lips met and Karen did not hesitate to stick her tongue into Janis's lips. They moved over to Janis's desk, as she leaned back against her chair. "Take off my skirt" she told Karen, gently guiding her down on her knees. Karen went down slowly without a word, unhooking the skirt and letting it fall. Beneath she found a garter belt and shaved pussy, nothing else. Janis slowly guided Karen's head between her legs and leaned back in the chair as Karen started to lick and suck. "See, this is how you get a job, a job you're very qualified for, more than you probably know" Janis said watching her pussy gets licked. Karen had gone down on a few girls in her life, but not for years. The pink, puffy clit staring at her smelled enticing and her own was soaked. For the next 10 minutes, Karen interviewed for and her ability to handle the Micon position. She did it on her knees, licking the clit of the agency owner and did it with a bent up passion that had been unleashed. Looking up at the flat tummy and massive tits Janis had, she let her tongue, and then two fingers work the agency owner into a frenzy. As Janis exploded squirting her nectars all over Karen's face, the phone rang. In true control, she talked to the front receptionist while Karen licked her clean. The next appointment was there in the lobby and done with her paperwork. "Sweetie, do what I say, shop for the right clothes and keep an open mind and you'll do fine," Janis said walking Karen to the door after both got dressed. Karen smiled, still unsure of what she had gotten into. And as she unlocked the car, she decided to go shopping and call her son. John pulled up to his mother's house in a new LZ1 Vet. It met the minimum standard his position was expected to drive. Most of the folks had the BMW or Mercedes, John liked the muscle power. He heard his mother bouncing towards the door after ringing the bell. "Hi baby," she said, giving him a long, wet kiss on his cheek, John detecting the aroma of wine and perfume, as he walked in. He immediately noticed she had on high heel shoes, something he had never seen before. Not quite the killer stilettos that most of the office girls wore, but a respectable pair. She had a house coat on, but John detected that she had clothes on underneath. She poured her son some wine and dropped next to him on the couch folding one leg, underneath the other. "Thank you so much baby, for all you did" she said leaning over and kissing John again on the other cheek. "Its ok mom, just remember the rules, stay on the 8th floor, we will avoid any prolonged contact and I'm not related to you," he reminder her. They shared a bottle of wine and chatted about this and that. John kept looking at the stockings that peeked out from under his mother's house coat. The conversation drifted back to Micon and John again laying down the law. "Got it, but I want your help and opinion, Janis the temp lady recommended I do some shopping," she said standing up. John's mom peeled off the robe and revealed a metallic skirt, shorter than anything he had ever seen her wear before. He noted she wore stockings that complimented her legs, at 5' 7" she stood over 6 feet tall in those heels, impressive by any standards. John also noted a beautiful sheer blouse, almost a white see through. And underneath a bra that just barely held her breasts, pushing them up and together, clearly showing a trace of pencil size nipples. "Wow mom, you look hot" was all John said. "Do you like it baby, does it look like what the other girls wear?" "Mom, I'm not sure the other girls look that good, but yes, it looks like what they would wear. Karen smiled and ran into the bedroom, returning a few minutes later in another skirt that climbed up her legs, over black stockings. The blouse was almost a see through lace and covered by a tiny jacket that barely covered her breasts. Karen spun around and turned on the stereo. A CD with a good beat started, as she turned around and around. Pulling the jacket off, she bent towards John showing the low cut blouse and ample boobs trying to pop out. John was in awe, he never remembered seeing his mom look this good, or wear outfits like this. Obviously, she had taken his comments to heart. Karen disappeared to the bedroom twice more with two more outfits, one a shimmering dress with black stretch material for a skirt that John had seen on one of the other 7th floor girls. She put on one more before, grabbing her bathrobe as she left to the bedroom again. A thumping beat tune came on and Karen immerged once again in her robe, stopping right in front of her son. "Is this what they wear at the office," she asked pulling the robe off and dropping it to the floor. In front of John, his 45 year old mother was wearing a half cup bra, breasts held in mid-air by some hidden under wire, nipples hard and poking out at least an inch dark areola's shimmering in sweat. She wore a black garter; see thru thong panties and stockings. Karen danced around the room, shaking her breasts for her son, bending over like Jamie Lee in that action movie. The Army Ranger, combat vet was in shock, just becoming aware of the rock hard monster in his pants, fighting to get free. If John had never thought of his mom sexually before, now he had. God she looks amazing he though, all that talk about MILF's in Iraq, didn't come close to the real thing. Karen stopped in front of her son and slowly dropped to her knees facing him; her breasts had broken free and were now released from their wire prison and on display for her son. "Did you see anything you like" she said to him with a smile? John's brain was in a fog and he was quickly thinking with his other brain, one demanding some of that MILF pussy. Karen turned and picked up the robe from the floor, bending at the waist and flashing a basically bare ass at her son. Putting the robe back on, she picked up her glass of wine and plopped down right next to her dazed son. "Am I Micon material Mr. Matson" she asked with a grin? Karen bounced into the HR department of Micon a half hour early. The manager, an attractive lady about 30 reviewed the temps information, background and tests for the position. She looked over Karen, with no real impression of how she looked. Handing Karen a time card, some paperwork she could do over the next few days, an elevator pass, restroom key, she told Karen, "Report to the 7th floor, to Mr. Matson's office and good luck," raising her hand towards a suddenly shocked Karen. "Aaa, I was told to be going to the 8th floor, sales" Karen said trying to control the panic in her voice. "Ms Danberry decided not to leave her position, on Friday, so you'll be working for Mr. Matson," she said rather matter of fact. O' my God, I'm going to be John's secretary; he's going to kill me. I can't do that she though as she walked slowly around the building looking for the courage to go to the 7th floor. After 10 minutes of panic and despair, she found herself walking by cubicles and desks, at least a dozen, twenty-something girls checking her out as she walked towards her son's office. Another 20 males, ogling the new meat in the building. She found her desk, already with her name on it, Karen Jones. That was something at least. Slowly she knocked on the door and heard the familiar voice of her son, telling her to come in. Monday was not a good day. After a half hour tense meeting John left Karen to figure out her desk and start working. A few words here, a few there was all the transpired. Tuesday and Wednesday, John was with the owners in Florida for a couple of meetings and didn't come in until 1130 on Thursday. Thank God, for small favors they both thought. He had avoided calling her at home, only two calls to the office to give her directions; John was just trying to hold things at arms length. For Karen's part, the two days allowed her to get to know the office better. Everyone was friendly, minus a few challenging stares from a few of the girls. By the time John came in Thursday, Karen had completed two reports and several form letters for him to sign. John was surprised and was at least operating at his normal pace. Friday he was flying to Washington and coming back that night. Karen left him a voice mail inviting him for dinner on Sunday. "Karen, it's going to put us both at risk of getting fired," John told his mother. "Honey" she stared to say. "NO, John, not honey, baby, sweetie or anything other than John or yes sir, no sir" he told her in no uncertain terms. "Take the pictures off the walls, the photo albums need to be put away and anything that someone might see at your house or mine, needs to be locked away, understand?" "Yes John" his mother said meekly. No show tonight. Two more weeks went by and things were as normal as possible. The ladies seemed to whisper at times when she walked by, but as she traveled to the various floors, everyone was nice to her. She had managed to salvage a few skirts and pants that were altered to Micon standards, hemmed, some lengthened slits helped expand her wardrobe. Payday Friday was a half day and a group of the ladies had invited Karen out for drinks and some shopping. John had a project that left him working alone. John Matson Karen, Patti, Beth and Carrie met at a local pub for a drink after work. They chatted over some wine, as the conversation spiced up. "I'm telling you he about killed me," Patti told the girls. "I was chocking on it while he hit the back of my throat," she said with a smile. Karen blushed as Patti, and then Beth described their latest conquest in Micon. "Karen, when are you going to go after that stud John," Carrie asked leaning towards Karen? "I'm just trying to fit in and maybe do well enough they offer me a full time slot," Karen said quickly sipping her drink to hide the hot flash she felt. "If you want to fit in, get a set of knee pads" Carrie said. The girls all laughed, but Karen did not get the point right away. She felt a moment of wetness when she did realize what Carrie meant. "John is a keeper and you'll be going up against several of us to get in his pants," Beth said. "I'm going to give him the best blow job he ever had, then I'm gonna let him bend me over that desk and find some good lovin," she announced to the group. "Karen, I'd take the first chance you can to get that stud in the sack or at least with is pants around his ankles," Patti said with a big grin. Karen's panties did nothing to contain the wetness seeping out of her at that moment. Beth, Carrie headed to the mall with Karen for some shopping. Carrie had pulled her aside during the week and offered some advice on buying new clothes. Karen had tried to mix some old (what she thought was hip) clothing with the few items she had already purchased. Micon was hip, energy driven and Karen was concerned again about her being able to fit in. At Hot Legs, the girls were in heaven looking at shoes, tops and a little of everything. The grabbed several items and moved into a large dressing area off to the side. Karen had tried to head for a separate one, but the girls would have none of it. Carrie was getting undressed, while Beth held up a couple of things. "Karen you need to try on this dress" Beth said, handing her a blue dress that looked way too tight. Karen felt a little self conscious, but took off her jacket, blouse and skirt. Carrie let out, a little cat call, as Karen pulled off the skirt. She at least had made use of the sheer bra and panties she had already bought. "If John wont fuck that body Karen, I will" Carrie told her with a hungry grin. Beth had stripped and was bare naked slipping on a party dress that at just covered her panties, barely. "What do you think girls, will this get me laid," Beth asked? Everyone was sure that almost anything would get Beth laid, including the dress. Karen pulled off one outfit, turning slightly away from the other two. Carrie came up and offered her a shimmering dress, that was ideal for clubbing, but not for work. "Can't wear anything underneath it, but you have to try this on and see yourself in it Karen," Carrie said. Karen had just enough wine to meekly go along, pulling off her bra and panties. Her stockings stayed in place as she slipped the dress over her head. Suddenly stuck, she asked Carrie for a little help and willing hands were suddenly all over her. They pulled the dress down slowly, stretching it around her massive breasts. Beth reached up, cupping them both, letting Carrie and Karen to pull the dress down over them. "What a body you have" Beth told her as she squeezed Karen's nipples. "I love the trim you did to your privates," running her hand over Karen's snatch. Karen let out a gasp as Beth slipped a finger inside her. Carrie was helping Karen pull the dress over her hips, both realizing it was way tight and way short. Karen was naked in a clothing store, with two naked women fondling her. She had her legs spread slightly apart as Carrie fought to pull the dress back over Karen's head. When it stuck again at Karen's shoulders she could not help but also reach up and fondle Karen's massive tits. As the dress came off, Karen's arms came down holding the dress, wrapping around Carrie pulling her towards Karen. With hands on her, she leaned in and kissed Karen on the lips. Their tongues moved inside each others mouths as Beth kneeled in front of Karen, spreading her legs farther apart. Linked drops of wetness escaping a pink, swollen mound of warmth between Karen's legs. The three were getting into some heavy action when the sales clerk knocked on the door. Rushing to get dressed, the all purchased a few little things, so the clerk would not ban them from the store. Good customers are always welcome, even if they get freaky in the dressing room. Karen had put her panties in her purse, since they were soaked. The girls with a hug and kiss, split up and headed out. Karen realizing that she had left two projects on her desk, that John needed, headed back to the office. Almost everyone was gone when Karen got there. When they work a short day on a payday, it does not take much to get folks going. Karen found the folders as she scanned an empty floor, then headed towards John's office. She pushed open the door and walk in stepping into the office and taking about 4 steps across the room. The shades were closed, but light still came through. She stopped as she saw John sitting behind his desk, reclined in his chair and turned at a 90 degree angle. She had expected him to be gone by now. As Karen looked on in shock, she saw the top of a redhead bobbing up and down in John's lap. Her son, looked towards her, and shocked her by, wavering her in. The door closed and clicked. Patti looked up, aware that she had lost her subjects attention, even as she stroked his cock. John waved his mother over to an office love seat against the wall at the side of his desk, looking coldly at her, telling Karen to "sit down!" She got a better view of the scene; John was reclined in his leather office chair, pants around his ankles. Patti was on her knees and stroking her son's cock. She had not seen it in twenty years and was in awe of its size. Patti looked at Karen, then up into John's face, his hand gently pressing her head back towards his manhood. "Hello Karen, what a pleasant surprise, Pattie was just providing me with a sample of her resume" he told his mother as she watched her son's cock get sucked. She wanted to leave, to run away, but sat there watching. "Patti, Karen looks a little over dressed," "Karen would you join Patti in removing your blouses for us," John told them, 'not ' asking. Patti reluctantly got up and turned towards Karen, removing her top and tossing it on John's desk. Karen, unsure was not really doing anything but fumbling with the buttons, as she looked at her son's cock, erect and glistening with juice. Pattie walked right up to her and with a wicked smile, unbuttoned the blouse guiding it off Karen's shoulders. She smiled at the sheer bra and massive tits that were fighting to get out. "Now that is a sight to behold" John told the two women. "I think we need less support and more skin, don't you Karen" he asked his mother rhetorically. "Patti, do the honors" he told her, Karen still just staring at her son. Patti's bra sprung free and Karen didn't missed the impressive pair that Patti had unhooked and bounced out in that still, young and firm fashion. Patti unhooked Karen's bra and slid it off her shoulders, a massive pair of tits bouncing free. John beheld his newest conquest and his own mother, topless in his office. "Why don't you both come back over here and Patti can explain her resume to you Karen!" Patti wasted no time kneeing back in front of Micon's Security Director, his mother on the other hand, was guided to her knees by her son. Patti grabbed Johns cock and lightly rubbed it. "Karen would you help Patti understand the intrecaises of sucking cock," John told his mother, as she looked up at his face, then back at his cock. She reached up dazed an in a fog of shock slowly and placed her hand below Patti's, together they started stroking him. Karen moved with the rhythm that Patti had, unsure of what and why she was doing this. Her own son? "That's good ladies, but Karen, I think Patti would appreciate you showing her how a mouth can make all the difference," he told his mother. Karen was stunned, she was fixated on her son's manhood, she was jacking him off with a half naked secretary and she was not running away. Karen experienced an almost out of body experience, as she slowly lowered her head, placing her lips on the head of her son's cock. She felt she was looking down, at someone else, in her body doing t his. Letting her tongue move over the head, Patti released her hand and placed her head on John's lap. Running her tongue along the shaft. With one motion, Karen was now sucking her son's cock and kissing another woman at the same time. John just leaned back and watched this little vamp and his own mother suck him. John's mom was by far the better one. Patti had youth and energy, but his mom really, truly knew how to suck a cock. Karen truly had a hunger that was unleashed, a burning desire to devour her son and anyone else. "Patti, take off your skirt please," John asked. The girl had it unzipped and on the desk in seconds. A black see through thong didn't really conceal her bare pussy. "I think we need Karen's skirt less as well," he told them. Karen didn't immediately recognize that her son had asked her to strip off her skirt. But Patti was right there unsnapping and unzipping it. Both were surprised to see it fall to the floor and Karen standing up in garter and stockings, but no panties. "Karen, turn around for me," John said guiding his mother in front of him. "With such a great pair of tits and dripping wet pussy, I think I need some time to give them the attention their due!" With Karen facing him, he fondled, licked and sucked his mother's breasts. The nipples going rock hard and pushing out into massive eraser size toys. Karen loved her son once again returning to her breast. It had been so many years ago, but now, John, a man was licking and sucking her. Patti got down on her knees behind Karen and stated to fondle and tongue Karen's ass. John leaned down and also started to lick his mother's pussy. Her legs spread wide giving both easy access and Karen found herself pushing her son's head into a wanting clit. "O yes, yes, please, that's it," Karen whimpered softly. She shivered as her body convulsed and a tremor rocked her, knees buckling with only her son and Patti keeping her standing as she had an orgasm. An orgasm that had been waiting for 10 years and had been primed the past few days. John's mouth was clamped on her steaming pussy for the ride. Standing up and cupping her tits, "Bend over the desk" he whispered in his mother's ear."Patti would you be so kind as to spread that ass for me" as Karen lay on the top of his desk. He held his cock at the entrance to her dripping channel, the head touching the now steaming lips. Karen could barely contain the flood of sheer lust that swept over her. She wanted to be fucked, fucked hard and now. But she just wanted to fuck her boy, her son and feel him inside her. John stared at the massive pussy lips peeking out from between those legs, a beautiful ass being spread by Patti. Karen bucked hard as John trusted deep inside her. Patti was fondling Karen's breast and stroking John as his cock appeared to have swollen even larger. Karen was lost in a sea of lust. Her pussy felt ready to split open as her son's cock rammed inside her, so much deeper and wider than she had ever felt before, but God she wanted more. Her baby was taking her, taking her body for his pleasure and she loved it. Primed for days to unload years of built up passion, the second wave of trimmers shook Karen, John and even the desk as her orgasm filled her up. John pulled Patti close to his cock as he felt the huge load inside him, build and heat. Karen felt it to, her baby ready to cum inside her. The last two dozen strokes were wild, animal humps as John pumped a massive shot of cum inside his own mother. She gasped as the hot steam shot inside her. He pulled out sticking his dripping cock in Patti's mouth as she sucked one, then two streams, then John slammed it back into his mother's pussy, pumping stream after stream inside her. It felt so deep, so hot to him and his balls keep giving her another and another steaming stream. Karen lay atop her son's desk panting, as he slowly stroked his cock in and out of her. Patti leaned over the desk, giving Karen a taste of her son in a 30 second tongue sharing kiss. John stared down at the two and smiled. "Ever nice Karen, you don't disappoint," her told his mother with a big smile. "Why don't you take Patti over to the chair and give her some attention, and in a few minutes I can give her pussy some needed cock." Karen looked unsure for a second of what her son was saying, her head still spinning, her body still supercharged. But, Patti knew exactly what John meant and what she wanted grabbing Karen's hand and pulling her to the love seat chair. Patti laid back and gently guided Karen to her knees. "Suck my pussy baby," she hissed reaching up to pull Karen into her waiting love box. Karen had not done this with a woman in 20 years, and now she had gone down on a woman three times in a matter of a few weeks. This would be a strange job indeed. For 10 minutes Patti received the tonguing that she needed to hold her over. Karen was rising to the task of being a very competent pussy licking slut. The girls had not been sure about "mom" the secret nickname they had given her, but when all gathered again on Monday for work, Patti would join the others in proclaiming her "a slut mama!" John came up next to Karen as she looked into his eyes, Patti's pussy juice covering her face. They kissed in one of the hottest kisses Patti had seen since Bobby Schmit in her senior year. He guided them both into a 69 position and aligned Patti's waiting snatch with his hardening cock. Slipping inside her, his mother had a perfect view of both of them as Patti slipped her tongue into Karen's cum soaked pussy. John hammered her tight little 23 year old ass as he watched the two do their thing beneath him. His mother's tongue would touch his balls and with a little push she reached and sucked on them. John rolled Patti off his mother, and then pulled her right leg in the air, giving him easy access as he continued to fuck her. Karen sat on the carpet, watching her son, fuck the little office tart. He rolled her over and spread her legs wide, again entering her, now lying on top. With legs on his shoulders he leaned in and sucked on one, then the other tit, shaking and jiggling in front of him. Feeling the heat once again build inside him, he pulled his mother close, both women lying on their back. John pulled out of Patti and short his first stream on her tits, then directed the second to his mother, alternating between both and still giving enough to cover tits and face. He looked down at his mother, a stream on her upper lip and watched her use her tongue to reach for it, as she massaged the goop into her breasts. They stayed like that for several minutes, the ladies in no hurry to move. Finally John stood up and sat down in his office chair. "Ladies, I think we need to call it a night, I have an errand to run and it's getting late." "But, I think we can foresee getting together in the near future, don't you" he asked with a smile? Patti seemed to know the drill and recovered her clothes quickly. Dressing, then walking over to Karen, giving her a long kiss on the lips. She did the same to John, with a little whisper in his ear and headed for the door. Karen was moving a little slower, her hands shaking. She fumbled fastening her bra and John came up to her and turned her around. Reaching around her he cupped his mom's massive tits and pulled her into him. "You're quite the cock slut Ms. Jones, those tits, that mouth and pussy are going to fit in quite well as Micon," he whispered in her ear. He helped fasten her bra and handed her, her blouse. Her hair was a mess, and a little glistening of moisture was on her leg. "John I," was all she got out. "Karen, I'd like to come by on Sunday and discuss things a little more, would 5 PM be fine, he asked in a firm voice. "Yes, yes sir that would be fine" she said with a growing smile. John realized that by Monday the word would be around the building, Karen Jones was his new fuck toy and his little stable of toys would help create the needed reputation to avoid anyone ever suspecting that Karen was his mother. He would just have to reward the team in going the extra mile to bring her into the team.