As soon as I settled in my new office, a person from HR came to congratulate me on my promotion and give me a friendly handshake. That was the moment my life changed forever.
“It’s nice to see some new people in charge,” the man said. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you. And I also saw that Sandra was recently rehired and will be working for you. That’s good.”
The man had a sly smile on his face and I didn’t know how to respond. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this asshole had made some offensive remark about my mother and didn’t even know I was Sandra’s son.
Let me explain: My mother has worked as a paralegal in various firms and corporations throughout her adult life. She paid for my education and worked hard to get me this job. After working here for a few years, I was promoted to a management position.
Mom used to work in another department, but unfortunately that department closed down a few months ago. Fortunately, she was rehired by my department.
She will work under me.
We agreed to keep our mother-son relationship private. The last thing we need is to become the butt of the joke because I became Mom’s boss. Only now, I think I have more information.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I heard Sandra was a very hard worker.”
He continued to smile, “Oh, yeah. She’s a real hard worker. She’s smart, funny and a great cock sucker.”
“Very interesting,” I replied. “Are you forcing me to flirt with him?”
He smiled and turned to leave. “That’s up to you. But remember this conversation when she’s sucking your cock under your desk.”
“Wait,” I stopped him. “Are you serious? I mean, this is what happens at work these days?”
“It’s not against the rules if no one knows. You know what I mean?”
“Have you seen this happen to him? Or have you heard anything like this?”
“Actually, it’s both,” he said. “I was friends with her old boss. Sometimes, I saw Sandra on her knees. I heard positive things. Who knows, maybe if you handle it right, she could even become your office slut. It will go away.”
“I guess that’s it.”
I wish she knew…
***
The next morning, I was giddy as my mom prepared me for my first day as a paralegal. All I can think is are the HR people serious or are they joking? Did my decent mother do this at work? Worst of all, did she do this by marrying my father in the first place?
“This is so exciting,” Mom said, modeling different poses for me. “What do you think of my new clothes?”
She posed in different poses while standing in front of the bedroom mirror. As always, her outfit was both elegant and sexy. It hugged her body tightly, leaving her essential curves to show off.
“You look great,” I replied.
“I know. I’m excited about the idea of working together. A lot of my friends said their kids moved out and they never spoke to them again. So I thought we could get through this together. That’s great.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be a fun day,” I replied with a forced smile. “To be honest, we haven’t fully figured it out yet.”
He blinked. “Give it some time. And you better not abuse your power. Trust me, you may be my new boss at work, but at home I will always be the boss.”
“You are right.”
“What is it?” he asked, sensing my uneasiness. “Did you remember it again?”
“No, it’s not like that. It’s okay, it’s nothing like that.”
She put her hands on her hips and said, “Tell me, what is it?”
I took a deep breath. “Well, do you know a guy in HR named Dave?”
“Of course I know. Why?”
“He didn’t know I was your son, so he started telling me personal things. You know, things about you and your old boss.”
Mom was stunned for a few seconds. There was no doubt that she knew what I was talking about. My tone told her that I was serious.
“Oh my god,” she said in shock. “That’s so stupid. I can’t believe it.”
“is that true?”
She paused. “I am not a prostitute, please don’t think that I am a prostitute.”
“I never said you were.”
“No, but that’s what you think. What I do in private has nothing to do with me, and you have no right to judge me.”
I took a few steps forward and put my hand on her shoulder to console her.
“I’m not judging you, Mom. It just popped into my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s all.”
“It’s okay,” she replied, calming herself down. “I am a hard-working woman. I deserve whatever I get in life. I don’t sleep around just to advance my career.”
“Of course,” I replied. “But I want to ask if your relationship with your former boss developed while you were with your father?”
A look of surprise crossed his face. “Oh god, no. I never cheated on your father, and it had nothing to do with the divorce. It was a brief affair when I was single.”
“I’m glad. It bothers me more than anything.”
He shook his head. “Sorry, I overreacted. Let’s clarify our thoughts because we will be working together. Do you agree?”
“Definitely.”
“My relationship with my former boss began when I was single. I was busy with my personal life and career. I used to work long hours and we both developed a mutual attraction. I like authoritarian people. That’s the only way I can be vulnerable.”.
Her voice ended the conversation. Even though she was trying to be a proud mother, hold her head high and brush off any embarrassment, I noticed her cheeks turning red. She felt ashamed.
***
A few hours later, I was sitting at my desk. I was thinking about my new job and everything was going great. I knew deep inside that it wasn’t over yet. My mother is a proud woman and she should be seen in a positive light.
There was a knock on my door. Like a mother, before I could react, she opened the door and walked in smiling.
“Hi, boss,” he said, walking toward me. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or something? I can’t imagine you getting all that work done sitting at this comfortable desk.”
“Your sarcasm is really admirable. Don’t you know that it’s wrong to be malicious towards your boss at work?”
She sat down across from me at my desk. “I don’t think so. I’m having lunch with some old colleagues from other departments. My lunch break will be a little longer. I promise, this won’t happen again.”
“I knew you’d take advantage of this.”
“Oh, calm down, it’ll only take another thirty minutes. Plus, I’m one of the most experienced paralegals here, so I can get the job done faster.”
“I’m sure you can, but you should expect to be treated like a regular employee.”
Looking back on what he confessed, I realized I chose the wrong words.
His eyebrows rose. “That was a big revelation.”
“You know what I mean. I’m just saying…”
He interjected: “Do you want me to be treated like my old boss? Because from your comments it seems that way.”
“Has anyone seen Sandra?” a voice said in the background.
“Your friends are looking for you,” I said. “Go get lunch. When you come back, I hope you’ll be done by the end of the day.”
She smiled and turned to leave. “I know you see things the same way I do.”
***
After heading home after an uncomfortable trip, I had dinner with my mother that night. None of us mentioned the discussion that morning, but it was still pending.
“Pizza is a good choice,” she said, breaking the silence at the table.
“I know right?”
She licked her lips. “We should make this a weekly thing. Why not every Friday?”
“It’s a plan. I’ll pay for it.”
“A generous manager,” she said. “Speaking of which, I’m sorry for messing with you too much. I got carried away in your office.”
“Don’t worry, honestly, I love hearing you talk like that.”
“So you like it?” he asked teasingly.
“Don’t do that again.”
“I’m serious. I wanted to know if you liked the Mommy Game because you’re my boss now. There’s no shame in liking certain things.”
“Are you feeling the same way today?”
“Yes.”
“No comment,” I replied, smiling.
He shrugged. “I’ve been honest with you lately, so you have to be honest with me. Have you ever thought about that? The mother-son dynamic in our office relationship.”
I said, “I will answer your question on one condition.”
He raised his eyebrows: “What’s at stake?”
“Tell me how obedient you were to your former boss?”
He kept a straight face. “Very.”
“What’s the example? You don’t have to answer.”
“Sometimes I would go to work without underwear. He would call me into his office, sit me down at his desk and lift up my skirt to see how I was feeling. I usually had to wipe his desk down real hard after doing that.”
“This is more than I expected,” I replied, surprised by my mother’s admission.
He shrugged, “You said it, it’s your turn. Have you ever thought about playing mom since you’ve been my boss?”
“Yeah, I did too. I mean, that’s how people see it now.”
“You mean internet porn?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah I guess.”
“What’s your favorite type of incest?”
I was upset to hear my mother use the word “incest” in dinner conversation, but this was a new chapter in our relationship. She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward to show her interest.
“Do we really need to go there?” I asked.
“After what I told you, I think it’s only fair.”
“I’ve always thought father-daughter dramas are popular, where the daughter teases her father and he feels helpless because of his natural desires, and I think mother-daughter dramas are fun too.”
“The mother and son thing?” she said, smiling. “Oh my god. I didn’t know you felt that way. Have you ever thought about me?”
“I should have known it was a trap. This is your way of embarrassing me for being your boss, isn’t it? I knew it.”
She smiled and said, “Don’t worry. Believe it or not, I’m very happy to have you as my new boss. We get to spend more time together. Besides, there’s no shame in thinking about your mother. Like you said, and we have more in common than people realize.”
***
Late the next afternoon, my mother knocked on my office door carrying some papers in a folder. She looked beautiful as always. Her hair and makeup were perfect, as was her business attire. But unlike yesterday, she was wearing not pants, but a knee-length office skirt and stockings, which was enough to attract any man’s attention.
“Hello,” she said politely. “I have the briefing you wanted, with details and research I added myself.”
“That’s why you are the most dedicated and valuable person in this department. Once the review comes in, I will definitely recommend a raise.”
“Thank you sir. I appreciate it. Speaking of dedication, you look tired. Don’t let the stress of your new job get to you. It’s always good to take a break. Trust me.”
“Thank you, I appreciate your advice.”
She came close to me and put her ass on my desk. She had an excited look on her face and her skirt was lifted up. I am guessing where this will all go.
“You looked at my legs this morning,” she said. “I don’t think that’s ever happened before. Did you see anything you liked? Or do you remember what I said to my old boss about wearing skirts?”
I cried, “Maybe a bit of both. When I see you in a skirt, I remember what you said about your old boss. You have great legs.”
She bent down to grab the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, revealing the flesh of her thighs and the top of her garter belt.
“I’m glad you think so. When I was getting ready this morning, I realized I never answered your question about whether I have incest fantasies of my own. Perhaps this will enlighten you.”
She pulled up her skirt, exposing the lower part of her vagina naked. No underwear. My heart started pounding when I saw my mom’s brown labia. She pulled up her skirt, exposing her cleanly shaved thighs. If things weren’t hot enough, she sat on my desk and spread her legs, exposing her wet pink flesh completely for me to see.
“Oh…” I said, staring at her lady parts. “I see you like mother-son fantasies. You’re wet.”
He shook his head. “Yeah, besides, I like a good mother-son story sometimes. If you’re wondering why I do that, it’s because I don’t want to overwork my son. And I can’t stand looking so stressed out. ” Have a nice day.
As my mom pulled her skirt down and walked away, I came out of my trance state. As she got ready to leave my office, she winked at me and gave me another reminder not to stress.
***
A few hours later, my mom and I were driving home. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the situation was even more awkward than yesterday. I got close to mom’s vagina and to make matters worse, her skirt was riding up as she was driving.
“You’re stressed,” she said.
“I’m sure you know why.”
“Men always lose their minds when they see a woman’s vagina, even if it’s just a vagina.”
I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“Very interesting,” I replied. “But honestly, this is the best part of my week. All the stress of this promotion is gone and I feel like a new person.”
“That means you went to the bathroom and masturbated, right?”
“No comment on that.”
“I don’t mind you coming into my personal space, as long as it makes you happy, just don’t expect it to become a common occurrence. As I said before, you can be the boss at work, yes, but don’t forget to decide who does it at home.
“Actually, that’s not possible anymore,” I replied. “If I remember correctly, I was taking home a bigger check than you. That makes me the head of the family now. You can’t argue with that.”
I heard her giggle as I stared at the road.
“The way you have taken on this new responsibility is impressive,” he said. “You have grown up. I think you are right. You are the head of the family now.”
I parked the car on the street and when we reached home we went to our room to relax after a long and unusual day.
***
The sexual tension between us continued that night. She made a delicious dinner. It’s special because she rarely takes time out of her workday to make some of her best recipes and delicious presentations.
“You like it?” he asked, possibly referring to the attractive outfit she had decided to wear.
I nodded and cleared my plate, “It’s delicious as always.”
“Thank you,” she said. “You deserve it, after all you are the head of the family now, right? That means I have to treat you as such.”
“If you want to get extra free time at work, you’re doing it right.”
She smiled and said, “It’s okay. It’s great to see you grow into a man. Being a single mother is very fulfilling.”
I reached out and patted my mother’s hand and said, “Thank you, Mom, I love you.”
“I love you too. Plus, these dishes won’t clean themselves. Come on, help me move them to the kitchen counter.”
“You deserve a day off. I’ll do the dishes.”
She smiled, “I appreciate that. You’re so sweet.”
Mom kissed me on the cheek before heading up the stairs.
*
I spent the next few minutes washing dishes and thinking about how crazy things were getting. I couldn’t believe how intimately my mom and I talked. I’m still trying to embrace the fact that she showed me her vagina up close.
As I was about to finish my work, I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to say “good night” to my mother.
“Thank you again…”
My jaw dropped open. I was surprised to see my mother walking into the kitchen naked. She looked extremely beautiful. Her hair was open and she looked natural without any makeup on her face. The curvy figure reflected the temperament of a middle-aged person. Her breasts were of medium size and slightly saggy. And the hardness of her large pink nipples showed that she was either cold or aroused.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, grabbing a cup from the counter and heading to the refrigerator to drink some juice. “What’s the matter, have you never seen a naked woman?”
I stuttered and said: “Yes … yes, yes. That’s it … you are mine …”
“Your mother?” he said, finishing me off. “But since you want to be called the ‘head of the family,’ it’s perfectly fine for me to be your roommate. And before you were born, your father and I were almost nudists in the house. You can be treated the same. It might not be more appropriate.
“I think I’ll agree.”
She poured the juice and before leaving she came to me and touched my growing cock over my shorts.
“Looks like you agree.”
As she walked forward, her hips swayed with every step.
***
The next morning, I sat in my office and thought about the sexy outfits my mom was wearing. Earlier in the day, when we were riding in the car together, my mom had made it clear that it was no coincidence the previous night that she was willing to be my naked housewife;
There was a knock on my door. Mom came in, smiling. It was 11:54, so I thought it would be the same as yesterday.
“Hey,” I said. “Do you want to extend your lunch break?”
“Actually, no. I told him I wouldn’t be attending a lunch meeting with him today.”
“Why?”
She was sitting at my desk but with her legs together.
“Because we still have work to do, and I can’t wait until tonight. And, I love this office environment, it’s perfect.”
I nodded, “You’re right. I haven’t been able to concentrate on work all morning, especially after seeing you… you know… naked last night.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Because I think there’s something else you’d like to hear. Remember when I told you yesterday that I love mother-son fantasies?”
“How could I forget?”
“Well, you never asked me anything else besides that. Because if you had, you would have known that I spied on my brother and that he had sex with our mother when we were kids.
A slight shiver ran down my spine, a good shiver, but I tried not to let my mom see how excited I was to hear the news. I tried to stay calm but she could still tell I was excited.
“Oh,” I said in surprise. “You mean Uncle Joseph and Grandma…”
“Fuck,” she said. “Thanks. I stopped looking because we obviously don’t live together. But I still fantasize about their secret relationship. He never knew I was spying on him. And recently, I’ve had another strong feeling inside me. Incest fantasy; guess who it’s with?
I paused and tried to understand what she was trying to say. “At this point, I would tell your current boss, the person you are talking to right now, and the office you are in.”
“Smart boy.”
“What’s going to happen next? I mean, we can’t talk about it publicly, but it’s not like anyone would know.”
“I have become your naked housewife at home ,” she said. “Then as your subordinate at work, why not give me another title?”
