5 comments/ 92767 views/ 39 favorites Peggy Sanford Helps Son By: Oz1999 My name is Peggy Sanford. I have had a wonderful, if not bizarre life to date. I got knocked up at the age of 17. But, what appeared to be a travesty, with the father laughing at the news and never looking back, has turned out to be the most wonderful blessing of my life ... the birth of my son, Todd. My parents were very supportive, knowing my devastation and guilt, but put their lives on hold to support Todd and I, while I finished high school and throughout the next 5 years to afford me the opportunity to earn a college degree. While at college I met the most awesome man. Jason swept me off my feet and, being a very caring and driven individual, he also was most impressive to my parents, his futures. Jason loved Todd from the very first moment he met my little guy. Once we were married, Jason told me the right thing to do would be for him to adopt Todd, which he insisted he do. Jason and Todd grew to be very close over the years and Jason was largely responsible for helping to develop Todd into the mature manly man that he is today. Jason came from a well off, but not rich family from the north shore of Chicago. His father and uncle started, from the ground up, a manufacturing firm, that they nurtured from its inception to having about 500 employees by the time Jason earned his degree and was placed into a position within the firm to be the heir apparent. From the beginning of our marriage, it was never a necessity that I work. So, with Jason's encouragement, I was able to earn my law degree, with a specialty in tax law. Little did I know that this move would serve me well in the future, when I moved to St Simon's Island, Georgia, becoming the go to person for taking on the IRS, in the most prestigious law firm in the area. Ahh, but I am getting ahead of myself. When Todd earned his degree and followed his dad into the family firm, he also was being groomed for the top spot. We didn't realize it at the time, but while always shadowing Jason, Todd was rapidly developing his knowledge of the business and leadership skills. Only a couple of years after Jason brought Todd into the family business, naming him the VP of Operations, life would take another dramatic turn. While on a ski trip in Breckenridge, Jason, my beloved husband, would be killed in a skiing accident. This propelled the Board of Directors to accelerate Todd's rise to the top of the family business, spurred on by the "encouragement" of my father, who just happened to be the Chairman of the Board. While Todd, felt overwhelmed at times, my father-in-law made sure through his mentoring that Todd learned the business well and quickly. So at the ripe old age of 26, Todd, was CEO of this successful manufacturing firm, now employing over 1,500 employees and growing rapidly. It was during this time, that I received an offer from the law firm on St Simon's and decided to escape the chaos presented by all of the changes necessitated in the family firm. Also escaping the cold of the Chicago area, along with the despair caused by the tragic death of my prince of a husband were at play in my decision. While Todd, would certainly miss the closeness of our relationship, he encouraged me to accept the generous offer. I think knowing he would always have a refuge in the warm south to escape the cold of Chicago and the pressures of heading up this firm, was another factor. So, now that you have a little history, perhaps I should describe myself in order to paint a more complete picture. I have been blessed with a metabolism that has render me an always fit body, but more than just fit. I stand 5' 7" with what I have always been told to be incredibly toned and well defined legs, an ample chest sporting 36Cs, and, due to a routine that has always been second nature to me, what most men have described as a cute little derriere. I have shoulder length, or perhaps a little longer, black to dark brown hair. I am now 46 years old, but like to think that I appear to be in my mid to late 30s. I love to be dressed in thigh high stockings, a conservative set of pumps that show off my long legs and a professional appearing dress or suit, which is very effective when dealing with the conniving twerps at the IRS. You would be amazed at the difference in reaction I get, when I walk into a conference or hearing room, as opposed to trying to handle a sticky tax situation over the phone. Perhaps it is the fact that, be the IRS agent a male or female, once I have clicked my heels across their wood or marble floor, and sit in a provocative manner, allowing my hem to always rise just a half inch above the change in color at the top of my stockings, as I cross my legs, I seem to consistently be dealing with an opponent with the deer in the headlights look. I can't tell you how many of these twerps I have come across, who thought they had a rock solid case, that would result in my client spending some time behind bars and/or facing a substantial penalty and fine, only to have their smiling and well satisfied supervisor, pull them off the suddenly "closed" case. I guess I just have a knack for knowing how to "present my evidence," if you know what I mean. However, don't get me wrong. I know the IRS code and law backwards and forward. Whenever I have a case worthy of a court appearance, you can be sure that I can take these government lawyers apart. They always get that "oh shit" feeling about halfway through the trial, knowing that they have just been run over by the Peggy Sanford train. I'm good and I know it; period, end of sentence. So, one day I received the following text from my son, Todd: "URGENT! Help Mom! I need your help!" I cut the conference I was in short and called my son within minutes. That's what mothers do. It seems that a tax evasion case was about to blow wide open against the family firm and would hit the front pages of the Chicago papers the next day, with Todd firmly entwined smack dab in the thick of the case! I called the Chicago headquarters of the IRS and was immediately put through to the manager of the unit responsible for the agent heading up the case, one Joe Morgan. That was my first lucky break on this case, as Joe and I had somewhat of a history, professional and otherwise, prior to my departure from the windy city. Joe said the case was air tight and there wasn't anything he could do to stop this train wreck from happening to my son. After reminding him of some of the "fringe benefits" that he had enjoyed in working with me on several cases, Joe ended the call by telling me he would try to slow the process down long enough for me to get to Chicago. We could then personally review the case. Joe called back an hour and a half later, telling me that he pulled in a major favor and bought me two days, but oh, I owed him big time. "Joe, have I ever not made your string pulling worthwhile?" I had my assistant clear my schedule for the next week, book me a flight, arrange a limo to the airport, packed a bag and was off to the Midwest on the next flight out. Texting Todd, we arranged for transportation to his house from O'Hare International. About 6 hours after his initial text, I was in the warm embrace of my handsome son in his entry foyer. We just held each other tight with me providing my motherly assurance and my legal confidence, soothing Todd's nerves, telling him everything is going to work out. How? I had no clue, but this was the challenge I relished; that of a high profile case, even if it was a case that put my son's wealth and freedom at peril. We must have stood in this loving embrace for a good 30 seconds, when I noticed my son's erection becoming more evident against my thigh. I have to admit that I simultaneously felt the heat and moisture rising from the core of my womanhood. What the ...? Todd looked exhausted by the wranglings he was experiencing with both the firm's legal counsel and chief financial officer. I noticed the tension in his back as we held each other in our close embrace. I also knew that I had a significant amount of tightness in my own body, undoubtedly from the anxiety of abruptly interrupting my day and then traveling half way across the country to rush to the aid of the young man who was the most important person in my life. If various people within the IRS thought I was a tough opponent previously, they had no idea the fury they had kindled within me when they attacked my son; mothers don't take well to threats made against their young. The IRS unwittingly had unleashed a tiger that would not hesitate to go for the jugular to bring down the inept beast that was now threatening this, the most precious of my clients. But as we enjoyed this warm embrace, I could also feel tension leave his finely chiseled body. Could this perhaps be due to the comfort of his mother's body? As my nipples hardened and stabbed into his chest, my mind raced and an internal battle ensued. "Peggy what the fuck are you thinking? This is your son!" my mind screamed. But the internal slut, thus far unrevealed to my son, also released more moisture leaking from my recently ignored cunt. It's only action lately had been with the toys always on hand and of course my very own hands. And while providing temporary relief, my self-induced orgasms always left the slut in me with unfulfilled needs. Needs that only a rock hard cock without a conscience knows how to provide. The animal lust within rages on. While this internal battle had taken my mind and my focus completely off the real purpose of why I had carted my luscious ass back into the griping cold that only Chicago can unleash on a body, Todd broke our embrace and brought me back to reality; the here and now. As he stepped back, he said, "Damn Mom! I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you! And that body; my lord I would swear you must always be taken for a smokin hot 30 something! You know I never get tired of that face ... my wonderful angel and as usual, now again in the role of my heroine. Where's your white horse?" We laughed, as I could feel my face flush, but wasn't sure if it was caused by the blushing from my son's compliments or lust raging inside of his undetected slut whore of a mother. "Well Todd you look damn fine yourself. Why hasn't some young babe swept you off your feet? You aren't playing for the other team are you?" "Hell no Mom! Believe me, if I wanted to hit from that side of the plate, I had numerous opportunities in college and have a number of close friends that are gay. I just have no tendency in that direction whatsoever. You women occupy my mind and libido 24/7, and it seems the only distraction is running the business; except of course now, dealing with this fucking IRS bullshit. Oops sorry Mom, I didn't mean for my language to get so animated." "Oh Todd, my ears are about as close to being virgin as my cunt. You think in my line of work the conversations are all church vetted and approved?" I laughed. "You should know me well enough to realize that we can speak clearly with each other in adult terms. And, now particularly, if you want to bring my representation to bear, in order to blow away these bastards at the IRS, we will definitely not be couching our language or thoughts. We need to communicate in totally unvarnished terms." "I know Mom, but you have always been so classy and professional around me. I don't think I have ever heard you utter the slightest off-color remark ... that is, until this conversation." "Well baby, get use to the air being rather blue. You have never actually witnessed your dear old Mom putting on her full court press against these jack offs at the IRS. But back to your love life, are the young babes constantly coming onto you? I can't imagine that you don't have all the young tight pussies you could ever want." "Well, yes, I guess I do get probably more than my share of offers, but you know what really turns me on are mature, professional women. I think you have had more of an effect on the direction of my libido than you may have ever realized. I truly am driven to find a girl like you Mom. Ever since puberty, Mom, you have been my idol; always dressed so classy, with not a stuck up, but definitely a confident, almost unattainable air about you. Oh shit, maybe I should just give up my pursuit in trying to match you and make it my quest to try to get into your panties," Todd grinned. I would later learn that while he made light of it, that was exactly his goal. What he didn't pick up on was, if I couldn't squelch this inner battle of conscience, he would be dealing with a total pushover in trying to get into my panties. I absolutely adored my son and would do "anything" and I mean anything for him. "If we are going to continue this conversation, and I see no reason why we shouldn't, how about you pour your dear old Mom a glass of white wine, so we can do so in a relaxed atmosphere?" "Damn, Mom! Where the hell are my manners? The goddess of my life comes to my home and I am so awestruck, I totally fail to show any consideration for you at all. Let me get you comfortable in the lounge while I break out a great Chardonnay that I ran across in my recent visit to the Napa Valley." "My God she is amazing!" Todd thought. "I am amazed at her reaction or lack of same to my confession of wanting to try to get into her pants." "My Lord," I thought, "if he only knew what a sloppy mess my pussy is right now, he would say fuck the wine, right now I want to drink from that flow between your legs! And, the devil within me would block all resistance." I always travel in my work clothes and today I had on 3 inch black pumps, a navy business suit slit to mid-thigh, highlighting black sheer thigh high stockings, with a pearl satin blouse sans bra. Satin rubbing against my nipples always makes them rock hard. I had left the top 2 buttons undone to show a hint of cleavage, and my dark brown half dollar size areola were putting on quite the show, when the jacket was remove; but not over the top slut. Tantalize; always, before pouncing on my prey ... my modus operenda; and now who was in my sights? My lovely troubled son. "Peggy Sanford could you really cross that incestuous line and bed your very own son? The son borne from your own body? Could you really allow him to gain re-entry to your hot vagina," my mind raced ahead in turmoil. When he returned, Todd and I had a brief discussion about the issues involved in the tax case. I assured him that invariably, when a young pup IRS agent thinks they have some really hot issue; we uncover a very simple mistake on their part. Do I inform them to make the case go away? Absolutely not! I love leveling them about three-quarters through the trial, when the case comes all unraveled. Once again, the cowering display of the deer in the headlights look returns to their eyes, as they panic and thrash, but know my grasp on their jugular has sealed their fate. For some odd reason it is at moments like this that the little girl surges through the mind of the successful, professional and sensual woman in me! At that moment I feel almost giddy, drunk with power, but for some reason, oh so sexy. We made arrangements for me to have a private office available at 5:30 the next morning, at the firm's headquarters. With very little sleep, the high anxiety of the case and being the senior partner assigned to the case, I knew I was in for a treat. At least from a manufacturing tax angle, I needed to re-establish my reputation in the Chicago area IRS operation, the hard hitting, no nonsense bitch, that left the opponents in scorched earth mode. I relished such victories. So after a couple of glasses of this exquisite selection of wine, I stood and announced my departure for the night. To be my best, I needed my rest. Todd escorted me to my quarters that I would be occupying during my stay and carried my luggage like the perfect gentleman that he was. We parted after another warm embrace and light kiss on the lips. Awaking the next morning promptly at 4 bells, without any alarm, Peggy Sanford was alive, alert and ready to take on the world. The adrenalin rushing through my veins, set my focus and drive that would be needed to secure victory for my son. When I arrived at my office, I was quickly briefed on what I knew from my conversation with Todd the evening before. The case involved tax evasion based on hiding or transferring assets or income out of the US, a common charge against growing firms. Only one problem: our firm had no presence outside of the US, and to date its operations and customers were largely based in the Midwest section of the country. Further, the case alleged the underpayment of taxes exceeding $2 Million! Todd was targeted due to his youth and the fact that this is common when the income of the person committing tax fraud exceeds $200,000 per year, particularly at his young age. My two assistants, who had flown in later, were briefed on the particulars, but I also assured them that they would not have any humiliation foisted upon them due to not having a case professionally prepared at my hands, with my eyes gleaning every detail. Along with my two assistants, Bill and Tonya, very capable young single attorneys within a couple of years of passing completion of the bar exam and in their 20s, we began pouring through the boxes of records that had been gathered for our review in the case. I instructed them to think outside the box, but look for the most obvious of inconsistencies or errors in the case. If we could make the IRS look foolish and impetuous in bringing this case, perhaps we could head off the jackals at an early stage. About 4 hours into this process, Tonya asked what appeared to be the most innocuous question. "What is the name of Todd's firm?" I answer, "What? It's Epic Synergistic. I would think you would know that. It is plastered over every record and with all the signage that is obvious everywhere as we entered the headquarters..." She said, "Yes, but the full legal name." "Epic Synergistic Enterprises, Inc. dear, why? Have you found something?" "Well, do you think this is a typo or is this the obvious fact we are looking for? The complaint says the defendant would be Epic Synergistic Enterprises, Ltd. And, I just Googled them. They are a completely different firm based in Miami with operations throughout Europe and expanding into the Asian markets," Tonya detailed. "Oh my lord, Tonya, you are a gem! You may have just found the key to the kingdom and the key to our defense. Let's check into this other firm in more detail. You may have just bought a nice little Chicago vacation for the rest of the week for you and Bill at company expense. We have your hotel rooms booked for the whole week and I see no need to rush back to Georgia do you?" They both exclaimed their joy at having the opportunity for some down time with the ability to join the 20s crowds on the Chicago scene, packed with clubs and social events for the rest of the week. After more digging it became totally obvious that the IRS was targeting the wrong firm and I called the manager in charge of the case, Joe Morgan, requesting a meeting with all of the players involved on his side at the earliest time possible. Joe cracked, "Why, do you think you want to make some kind of deal? I think our case is rock solid Peggy and maybe you want to just meet one on one, so as not to embarrass yourself." I retorted, "Joe, let's just say we have a learning opportunity for your young staff. Further, it is our side that wants to save you and your office from being the butt of the Chicago media if you proceed with this case, before meeting with us." "Okay Peggy. I don't know what kind of magic you intend to pull off, but I think I can get the team assembled by 4:00 PM today, if you think that isn't pushing you." "No, Joe. That would work out fantastic as we are fully prepared. We will be at your office promptly at 4. Toodles." Peggy Sanford Helps Son Pt. 02 Note: This story serves as a bridge to another story that I guarantee will get your juices flowing for all of you who fantasize about incestuous relationships. Myself and another writer on Lit are teaming up her Father/Daughter with my Mother/Son in Part 3, but for now, the Sanfords are on the move ... Oz ***** Because it has been some months since the initial submission of the first part of this story, I thought a short summary of Part I might be helpful. I, Peggy Sanford, am a 46-year old widow; my husband had been CEO of a manufacturing company founded by his father and uncle, based in the Chicago area. That company is now being headed up by my son, Todd, a hunk of a young man at 26 years of age. I am a tax attorney, who, following my husband's death and shortly after Todd took control of the family firm under the tutelage of his grandfather, accepted a position as a tax attorney with a law firm on St. Simons Island, Georgia. My professional reputation, initially established in the Chicago area, had now flourished throughout the southeastern coastal area of the U.S. When Todd and his firm ran into a challenge from the IRS, I rushed to his defense and successfully won a victory back in the Chicago area. The case ended quickly and abruptly, allowing me to spend a week in my son's home. Following a celebration of that triumph, my relationship with my son spiraled into a raw lusty sexual consummation of our previously very proper mother/son relationship; well, it was proper no longer. With the realization that we both wanted to move forward with our forbidden and illicit love affair, we needed to look for ways to move physically closer to each other, if not into a living arrangement similar to husband and wife. Part II So from our initial commingling following my assistance with my son's legal problems, we had pledged to each other in the throes of passion our unending love for each other. Now some practical matters had to move to the forefront, if we were to be together instead of over 1,000 miles apart. Having set up a substantial amount of money in a sinking fund account to handle what was anticipated as an extensive and expensive legal defense of the IRS recent attention, Epic Synergistic, the family firm headed by Todd, enjoyed a cash rich position. Now that the defense was no longer necessary, this cash resource represented a tool for potential expansion of that enterprise. Additionally, the last few years had generated fabulous surpluses for this rapidly growing manufacturing firm, resulting in a significant sum of cash on the books. Ah, cash on hand! The magical ingredient for a business to allow for flexibility for expansion! The law firm where I was employed on St. Simons Island, GA, was seeing an increasing number of referrals from companies in the Raleigh/Durham area, many of them specializing in high technology. So many companies specializing in high tech were located in this geographical area that it was nicknamed the "Silicone Valley East." With many of these companies having a substantial portion of their upper management migrating from northern cities, my firm began to explore the possibility of locating a regional legal center in this area, while tapping me for both a partnership and a leadership role in this new office. I am sure that my Chicago background was an important factor in making this decision. Meanwhile, in Chicago my son Todd was getting increasingly frustrated having to work with outside software consulting firms for the engineering needs of Epic Synergistic. Not being a part of Epic, these outside consultants seemed to be just that - outside. In dealing with one of these firms that happened to be based in Raleigh, a discussion arose and the suggestion made that perhaps it would be better to have this technological knowledge in-house. From that genesis came the idea of approaching the management of this consulting firm to gauge their interest in a potential buyout of their firm to bring them under the wing of Epic Synergistic Enterprises, Inc. Todd made a number of changes in the ensuing months. Epic did in fact acquire the software consulting firm along with the beautiful office building in which they had previously only been a tenant, and proceeded to move a significant portion of the management team of Epic down to Raleigh, making this their new corporate headquarters. Meanwhile Epic's primary manufacturing facilities remained in the Chicago area. The workforce included a number of highly skilled workers in the manufacturing area. Their expertise was largely responsible for the success of this brilliantly performing company. Todd wanted to retain this talent and assured the employees that their positions were secure and would remain in the Chicago area. A new Vice President of Manufacturing Operations was designated to represent senior management at the Chicago location. Because of its many satisfied clients, the new software consulting department was able to retain many of its clientele, which afforded new opportunities for expansion of Epic's customer base into the southeast. The synergy created by this horizontal expansion was unreal, resulting in Epic's earnings leapfrogging to new heights. Once Todd had completed the acquisition and relocated to his new headquarters, he suggested that it would only be proper to provide me with a "personal" tour of the new headquarters. While he was settling into his new space, few others were, resulting in what appeared to be the herding of cats, as people were being moved into their new offices creating a resulting whirlwind of activity. While most people were dressed casually during their relocation, the boss was not at all. With his chiseled body, his dusty blond hair and those crystal blue eyes, Todd was just so fucking handsome in his $1,000 suit adorning his towering 6'3" frame. Dressed in my customary charcoal pin striped suit, full fashioned stockings and 3" pumps, we did make a very becoming couple that caught more than the occasional gawking stare from his co-workers. I'm not sure if it was just that our admirers were impressed with the boss in their midst or if my long toned legs peeking out of the slit in my mid-thigh skirt was catching their attention. I was very comfortable with the leers of many men, but standing at 5'7" in my bare feet, when I donned my 3" heels I had become used to admiring glances as pretty much the norm. The last stop on our tour was his spacious and beautifully appointed office, with a massive cherry desk acting as the centerpiece. Typical of a powerful CEO's space, there was also the beautiful leather furniture in a more relaxed sitting area, a separate work table, beautiful cherry bookshelves, ornate lamps and overhead canned lighting strategically placed. There was also an expansive en suite personal bathroom, complete with a shower, dressing room and whirlpool to act as an escape from the stress of the long days Todd put in while managing this ever expanding enterprise. As we entered his new digs I heard the door lock behind me, though I didn't see my quick-thinking son do it. Todd removed his suit coat as he invited me to have a seat on his soft luxurious leather couch. "That was a long tour. I think perhaps a nice foot massage might be in order," he said, as he handed me a glass of a wonderful Cabernet Savignon, "It was kind of long," I replied, as I removed my heels and stretched my legs across his lap. Todd's hands moved to my left stocking clad foot; he then kneaded the arch with his manly hands. Working his thumbs and fingers with great care the entire length of the sole of my foot, over the top with individual attention to each toe before proceeding up my ankle. I melted into the soft leather couch, while sipping my wine and luxuriating in the loving exploits of my son's strong hands. He made his way north, providing his loving touch to my toned calf, up the outside of my thigh and then to the inside of my thigh, from my panties over my exposed skin above the top of my stocking and down to my knee, as my legs naturally parted. Damn his tender touch felt fabulous! I could feel the moisture from the aroused core of my sex gathering in the crotch of my panties. Todd then proceeded to give the same erotic attention to my right leg and foot. By this time my skirt was gathered rather restrictively, riding high on my hips. "Todd, I would like to get more comfortable and remove my skirt, so it doesn't get wrinkled." "No problem, let me help you," he said, as he unzipped it and slid it down the length of my legs. While doing so, with a sly look on his face, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my silk thong and removed it at the same time. Without warning, Todd spread my fully exposed legs and buried his face in my already well-lubricated cunt. He licked me from the bottom of my creamy slit, the full length of my outer lips to just below my clitoris. He teased me then, circling the engorged nub, never coming in direct contact, as I thrust my pelvis in response to my building climax. "Oh Todd, honey, please," I pleaded. But he continued with my sweet torture, teasing and tormenting me as my passion climbed. "Fuck me!" I thought! But Todd would not give me immediate release; rather keeping me on the edge, increasing my arousal with continuous stimulation, seemed to be his immediate goal. This was so fucking hot, to have sex in his new office with a bevy of activity taking place just on the other side of the walls of his office, as people were moving into their new headquarters. "My sweet angel, I'm going to give you pleasure like you have never felt before," Todd promised, while continuing to tongue-lash my sensitive pussy. He had spread my labia open and had now begun to torture the front wall of my pussy with two fingers strumming an unrelenting rhythm on my oh-so- sensitive G-spot! Finally, following close behind his finger's invasion of the core of my womanhood, Todd torpedoed my engorged clit, taking it between his soft lips and strumming a chord of arousal as his tongue repeatedly lashed at the nub. "Oh my gawd Todd," I yelled as my pelvis humped at his face like a cheap whore and then the mounting wave of pleasure hit its crescendo and rocked my body starting from deep within my womb and spreading outward racking my body with its release as one orgasm flooded my body, with another lapping over the first and then the second and third release in rapid succession. "Oh shit, oh damn, holy fuck!" I screamed as I almost lost consciousness! During this mind-snapping event, I released a torrent of sweet sticky cum, soaking Todd's face and shirt! When the last vestige of pleasure made its escape, my eyes fluttered open. There above me, with a very pleased smirk on his wet face, was Todd, my son and my lover; he seemed so pleased with himself as he had rendered my body to the consistency of a rag doll. "Oh my God, Todd you motherfucking bastard! I have never experienced anything close to that level of ecstatic bliss!" I felt like I had just experienced an "orgasmic Disneyland!" With my body spent as it was, Todd then moved up and began to remove my blouse and bra. I had no idea why, as I knew I would be unlikely to be able to assist in any further activities, but if that's what my boy wanted, I could offer no resistance. While I drifted in the afterglow of my pleasant release, Todd was removing all of his clothes, as he had ideas of continuing the carnal christening of his new office. With my legs lewdly splayed open, he then knelt on the couch between them with his raging hard cock leaking seminal fluid. My sweet hunk of a son then lowered his taut body to bring the head of that wonderful piece of man-meat to my quivering quim. Taking the shaft in hand, he painted my vulva with his precum, lubricating the path he planned to follow for what I took to be his own selfish delight. Well yes, he would fulfill his incestuous goals of once again flooding my cunt with his sperm, but little did I think I could gain additional stimulation; how wrong I was! Once the head of his cock was coated with a mixture of my pussy juice and his precum, Todd began to push the head into my honey hole. Inch by glorious inch sunk into my center, as my throbbing pussy clutched and released his manhood until I felt his pubic hairs upon my landing strip and his cock-head pushed into my cervix. Todd held us in place, joined oh so deliciously in this most un-motherly/son manner. My head swung from side to side as the feeling of being filled so wonderfully overpowered me. I was again overwhelmed with unspeakable pleasure and I wondered if I could possibly continue. "Todd, darling," I groaned, "I don't know if I can take any more ..." "Mother dear, just relax and enjoy," his manly voice spoke softly in my ear through clenched teeth. "You will remember our first day in my new office your whole life and relish our sinful incestuous fucking forever! How I made you feel like a lusty slut, lost in the pleasures of me spending my seed in your clutching cunt!" I was totally lost in my passionate state, almost unconscious from our coupling. Our rhythmic movements steadily built from a slow pace until Todd was pounding my cunt with his throbbing cock. With a roar of pleasure, he unleashed a torrent of his man juice in spurt after spurt, painting my womb with his seed, as my contracting vagina milked him dry. Finally spent, we lay in a cuddling embrace as I felt his hard invader soften to a flaccid state and we enjoyed the afterglow of our erotic initiation of his new office. We both knew this would be the first of many wicked acts to be repeated in this now sacred space. + + + + + + + + Meanwhile my law firm did in fact expand by creating a new regional law center based in Raleigh and tapped me to head up this office. I also was looked upon as the primary rainmaker to generate a growing number of clientele, due to my professional reputation in tax law disputes. With the building that Todd's firm acquired, being larger than necessary to house his company's corporate headquarters, my partners agreed to lease the entire first floor from Epic. Additionally, the Board of Directors of Epic Synergistic Enterprises agreed to place our law firm on retainer and to act as their legal representatives. Talk about a plan coming together! Once my new office was set up, I felt it only just that Todd and I break in my office in similar fashion as we had his office. Only this time it would be Peggy as the orchestrator and Todd as the prey of the seduction. So on the first day that I moved into that luxuriously detailed enclave, after a long day of organizing the legal team and office staff and detailing the functions and responsibilities of all concerned, I dismissed everyone for the day at lunchtime. Once everyone was gone, I called Todd and asked that he descend from his penthouse office and join me in my new office. As Todd entered, he just naturally locked the door behind him, suspecting what he and I were about to do. I was sitting at my expansive desk, pretending to be working on my computer. I appeared to be frustrated and told him that I was pretty sure that something under my desk had not been set up correctly. I asked if he could remove his suit coat and maybe take a look. He obliged me while I stood up to give him room and walked around the desk. Once he was down there I quickly removed my skirt and panties. I wanted my hot son to see me only in three inch patent leather heels and black sheer thigh highs. I walked back to my desk, sat down in the chair and moved my spread legs apart under the desk, effectively trapping Todd with what I knew he would quickly recognize as his view of heaven. "Oh my God!" I heard from beneath my desk. "I think this is going to be easy to work on mother dear. I have the problem well in hand and I think I have the perfect solution," as I felt his strong hands begin to caress my legs. His hands and mouth then began to slither up my legs, rendering touches from my ankles up my calves, moving slowly but persistently to the tops of my thighs instinctively seeking out the area where he would undoubtedly provide wondrous pleasure to my leaking slit and throbbing clit. Todd grabbed both cheeks of my sweet ass and pulled my pelvis forward to the edge of my chair and buried his handsome face into my pussy. The scent from my wet hot snatch filled the room as he lavished the attention of his tongue, lips and then his talented fingers on and into his own mother's cunt. I removed my top and, in the absence of any bra, began caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they stood up like hard little pricks. Todd was hitting all of my pleasure points, knowing all of the perverted hot buttons to push on his mother's lusting body. My hips were moving back and forth like a well-oiled cylinder, thrusting into my loving son's oral attention. A fire burned within me and spread from my center through my torso and to the far reaches of each of my limbs. The slut whore that I had become for my son was never more evident. My body was his to use as he pleased. And use me he did! "Fuck! I can't stand it any longer," I moaned and then insisted, "I need your cock inside my cunt! Now!" He pulled away from my center and told me to sit on my desk. He clamored out from beneath my desk as I was climbing up to sit facing the desk chair, which he moved out of his way as he adeptly lowered his trousers freeing his glorious cock from its confines. Pulling me to the edge of the desk, Todd thrust his phalanx into his mother's depths in one graceful motion. I had not yet come down from the pleasures he had given me orally and within about five minutes of hard fucking, Todd reached his climax, filling my uterus with his semen, releasing his billions of little swimmers deep in my womb! Simultaneously I writhed in the strongest orgasm ever as repeating waves of pleasure coursed throughout my sinful body. Again, my pussy released a torrent of nectar coating Todd's pelvis with its fluid and pungent aroma. We had learned from our numerous episodes of office sex since becoming incestuous lovers to keep a change of clothes in a closet in our private offices. We both found it amusing that the workers who performed the remodeling always wondered why a spare closet was needed in our offices. In those closets we always kept a complete change of clothes for each of us. Our personal assistants also have wondered why there were women's clothes in Todd's closet and men's clothes in mine. Oh well, let them wonder. On more occasions than not, these replacements for our soiled outfits proved useful. Today would be no exception. Following Todd's release, I could only lay back on my desk, as my body recovered from my emotional and physical delight and his cum was oozing out of my pussy. Todd sat in my chair and just stared at my totally exposed and spent body, now leaking the mixture of our sexual fluids. His hands continued to rub and caress my thighs and legs splayed so wantonly like a cheap tramp before him. I so thoroughly enjoyed his appreciation and attention to what he always told me was his particular fetish, my legs. Even more, I loved exposing my body to my son in the most lewd fashion. I loved being an exhibitionist for him! At this juncture one additional merger was in order and that was accomplished when Todd and I took up residence in our new home in a quiet suburb. The home was a fairly new brick home on a cul-de-sac in an exclusive area of town. We managed to create a wonderful sanctuary in this secluded and gated neighborhood. All of these events took the better part of the year following the first time that Todd and I made love. From the time of that initial coupling, I gave Todd uninhibited access to my body. My sweet loving son could flat out fuck, and we never lost an opportunity to enjoy our raging need for each other. Simple economic and time constraints, however, frustrated our efforts to be together as much as we would have liked; we managed only a regular monthly weekend get-away, where would could rendezvous and fuck in every conceivable position from the Friday evening inception until the dreaded decoupling romp on early Monday mornings. Peggy Sanford Helps Son Pt. 02 Now that our household merger had finally come about, it seemed that Todd would embed his wonderful throbbing cock in my cunt or ass at least once daily. He was totally insatiable and he never received any push back or complaints from me. I absolutely loved being possessed by my son. Yet, the incestuous nature of our relationship caused substantial uneasiness, due to the required secrecy and the numerous business and social functions each of us was expected to attend. Realizing that tongues would wag if we always showed up as a couple, I encouraged Todd to date women that were more in his age group. I also never seemed to want for a male companion to accompany me to various functions. These arranged "dates" always seemed to stir doubts and frustrations in each of us—especially if it was not our function and we were the one sitting home. I, however, was more open to these "dates" than Todd because I still wanted him to find a younger woman, perhaps get married and have a family and provide me with grandchildren that I knew would melt my heart. Additionally, a real wife and family would allow Todd to have a "normal" life. I knew, however, that should such a relationship ever develop for him, I would miss him terribly, surmising that a "real" wife would undoubtedly spell the end to our romantic coupling. As for myself, I guess I just never imagined that I could develop feelings for any man that could possibly replace either Todd, now my son and lover, or my beloved deceased husband, Jason. Peggy Sanford Helps Son Well, that was about the shortest meeting any IRS staff ever had on a case. Once we pointed out the obvious error to the incredulous and embarrassed young faces in the conference room, they asked for some privacy to which we obliged. We heard Joe ranting from outside the conference room and about 4 minutes later the door opened and we were invited back in. A young man who had headed up the case for the IRS stood and sheepishly apologized to me, my assistants and Todd. He also amazingly thanked us for saving the service the embarrassment they would surely have suffered had they proceeded with the filings on the case and the accompanying press releases. The press releases were always so effectively utilized to make other firms in the region quake in their boots for similar violations they may be incurring. As we exited their offices our team was smiles all around and I suggested that we enjoy at least a couple of celebratory cocktails. Bill and Tonya thought that was a great idea, but suggested that we limit it to just a couple. I suspect they had already conspired to go out on their own with people more of their own age. Whether they got lucky with each other or found other like souls, I'll never know. Now with unscheduled free time on my hands and with Todd's agenda for the week lightened considerably, my mind began to conspire as to just how I was going to move forward with my plans to develop an even closer relationship with my son Todd. I still didn't know just how far I wanted to take this, as my internal conflict continued to rage within. After the celebratory cocktails, my assistants disappeared into the night and Todd and I went out to a very plush restaurant for dinner. As the cocktails took their effect, my internal battle seemed to lessen, with the inevitable breakdown of inhibitions. We were seated in a relatively secluded area of the restaurant, with an incredible view of Lake Michigan. I felt Todd's hand come to rest on my semi-exposed thigh. My heart began to race as the center of my womanhood began to moisten. The air was filled with ambiance, with the breathtaking view from the water's edge, dim lighting and the ever so subtle movement of Todd's hand on my thigh enhanced the effects of our after dinner drinks. Far from raising any objections to Todd's modest move, I heard a small moan escape from my throat as I dreamily took in the lovely feelings rushing throughout my body and mind. I turned to Todd and in the most sultry tone I could, said, "Todd I think we both know the possibilities and direction of where this evening might take. Can we clear up our business here and move our activities to your bedroom?" I thought Todd might fall off his chair, as his mouth dropped open, followed by a huge grin spreading across his handsome face. "Mother dear, you have no idea how much I longed to hear you agree to our collaboration, but you totally surprised me with your enthusiastic embrace of taking our relationship to another level." I retorted, "First of all, if we are going to take our relationship to another level, please call me Peggy. Secondly, do you think this dried up old woman would be immune to the advances of a handsome young stud like you? And, lastly, you should know that from the moment we embraced in your entry last evening, this fully developed woman with the libido of sultry whore, knew exactly what her target was for this trip. And it wasn't the IRS!" "Are you serious? Mom ... I mean Peggy, you are anything but a dried up old woman. My God you are totally the most sensuous woman in the world." Our kisses continued from the backseat of our chauffeured limo, up the front walk and throughout our short journey to "our" bedroom, spurred on my Todd's wandering hands that had been working up and between my stocking clad thighs since entering the limo at the restaurant. When we entered his home, we began creating a trail of discarded clothing from the front door, down the hallway, to his bedroom door and onto edge of his bed. My cunt was a sloppy mess, with my flow moistening my panties through and through, seeping down the soft skin exposed above my nylons. Our tongues had done battle throughout the excursion home and as we began to recline on the bed, Todd said, "I only have two requests Peggy; one short-term and one, well, you'll see." "First, please leave your stockings on; I, as you may have suspected have an untamed fetish for your legs displayed so sexily. Second, promise me this is not a one time thing. If we cross this line, I don't think I could ever live without taking you as my wife." Taken totally by surprise by his second request, I responded, "Wife? Wife? Are you serious? You know that is against the law to marry your own mother. I hate to go all legal on you Todd, but as an attorney, I am an officer of the court. How on earth would you expect to carry that off?" "I don't know Mom. All I know is this feeling has been building in me since I was a little child. I know that life is simply not worth living, at least my life wouldn't be, unless I can have you as my mate for the rest of my life. Whether that takes the form of a legally bona-fide legal marriage or not, is of little importance to me. I just have to have you in my life until death do us part. I can't have you return to Georgia and not be with me. I love you and only you Peggy." Without really giving him an answer, I ran my hands up his naked body and behind his neck pulling him into a tight embrace. My tits pressed into his chest and I thought my diamond hard nipples might break the surface of his skin. I whispered to Todd, "Please make love to me. I want our bodies to be joined into one union." He teased the lips of my cunt with his hard shaft until it was dripping with the essence flowing from within me. He kissed my lips with his tongue ravishing mine and then trailed down my neck until his lips encased my right nipple. He then move to and gave the same attention to my left tit before proceeding south. His erotic attention with each nibble of my nipples sent electric shocks straight to the center of my cunt. I arched my back and gripped the sheets as a tsunami of orgasmic bliss rocked through my body. This was the first a many orgasms that would tear through me on this wonderful night. Throughout this love making session, my mind flashed back to Todd's father and I remembered how he ravished me from head to toes every time we made love. Was this Jason re-incarnated? How could a man pass along his sexual skills to his adoptive son? Perhaps it was just that my mind equated the two, being the realization of the depth of my love for both men. Todd left a trail of saliva from my breasts over my tummy to circle around my navel. "Damn, your skin is so soft and warm. I love the salty taste of you woman." He continued his trail toward seeking out his ultimate treasure, while unleashing the total whore from within me. When his tongue circled in on my engorged clit until he finally captured that nub with his smoldering lips, I thought I was losing my mind. I truly had an out of body experience, with this man bringing out the total surrender of this woman to his every wish. "Oh fuck Todd! You're making me feel so hot!" Todd then stabbed between the lips of my labia and fucked my hot hole with his phalanx like tongue. My body thrashed through another mind blowing orgasm. "I'm yours Todd and will be yours, as long as you'll have me. But please quit teasing me and give me that fucking cock. I need your cock buried deep in my cunt. Please Todd, please!" I begged. "Peggy, you are mine now and I am yours." He melted my heart with those words. With that, Todd came back to my lips with a smoldering kiss and ensuing battle of our tongues. I loved the taste of my juices on his lips and tongue. As our kissing continued, I felt the head of his cock part my lower lips and begin to sink deep within me. "Oh God! It is really happening. Fuck that is so good! I have needed you in me for so, so long," I confessed as I felt every exquisite millimeter of his penis penetrate my vagina. I contracted my cunt as I hungrily took his cock in until I felt his pubic hair rubbing against the waxed and bare lips of my womanhood. Damn, I loved it as he began to pound into me with the head of his cock smashing repeatedly into my cervix and his balls tap dancing against my ass. Just as I was thinking that he couldn't last very long at this pace, I said to him, "When you cum, give it all to me. Mark me as your woman. I want to feel your seed splashing against the walls of my cunt. Fuck me Todd! Just fuck me!" I continued to massage his cock with the walls of my pussy, as he pounded away and finally I could feel him swell and then spurt after spurt of his molten load was blasted into me, marking Peggy Sanford as the lifelong mate to Todd Sanford, my lover and my husband. We soon drifted off to sleep with his cock still embedded in his wife and knew from that moment on we would forever help each other through all of life's challenges.