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While getting settled into my new office, the man from Human Resources came over to congratulate me on the promotion, along with offering me a friendly handshake.
"It's nice to see some fresh young faces in charge around here," the man said. "I've heard some great things about you. And I also saw that Sandra was recently hired back and will be working for you. I just wanted to be the first to let you know that you're probably in for a real treat."
Let me explain: My mother has spent her entire adult life working as a paralegal for different firms and companies. She paid for my education and she pulled a lot of strings to get me this job. After a few years of working here, I managed to get a promotion to a managerial position.
Mom had been working in a different department, until sadly, that department was closed a few months ago. As fate should have it, she was rehired in my department.
And she'd be working under me.
We both agreed that it would be best to avoid letting everyone know that I was her son because it would just be awkward. The last thing either of us needed were to be on the receiving end of jokes because I've become my mother's boss. Only now, it seemed like I was getting a little too much information.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "That Sandra is a hard worker?"
He kept grinning, "Oh yeah. She's a hard worker alright. She's also smart, funny, and she's a real hot piece of ass. Plus I've heard she does other things really well, if you know what I'm saying. Her old boss told me that they did all sorts of sexual stuff in the office."
"Very funny," I replied, trying to laugh it off. "You want me to flirt with her or something. It's a good prank. Nice try."
"Fine," he said, smiling before turning to walk away. "But when she's under your desk sucking you off, just remember this conversation."
"Wait," I replied to stop him. "Are you serious? I mean... that still goes on in the workplace these days?"
"It's not against the rules if no one knows about it. Catch my drift?"
"And you've seen this happen with her? Or is something you've heard?"
"Both, actually," he said with a smirk. "I've caught a few glimpses of her on her knees with her previous boss. He used to brag about it. And I don't know why you look so upset about hearing this. You look like I'm talking about your wife, or your sister, or even your own mother. She's just some legal assistant that'll help you draft documents for clients. Who knows, maybe if you play your cards right, she'll be your little office slut too. You should be thrilled."
"Uh... yeah... I guess so."
If only he knew...
***
My head was spinning the next morning as my mother prepared for the first day as my paralegal. All I could think about was if the man from Human Resources was serious, or if he was joking or made a mistake. Could my prim and proper mother actually do that type of stuff in the office? Worst of all, was she doing that while previously married to dad?
"I'm so excited," mom said, striking different poses for me. "What do you think of my new outfit?"
She kept modeling different poses while she stood in front of her bedroom mirror. As usual, her outfit was both classy and sexy at the same time. It hugged her body and showed off her curves where they needed to be shown.
"You look amazing," I replied honestly.
"I know. I'm actually warming up to the idea of us working together. A lot of my friends tell me about how their kids move out and then they rarely ever hear from them again. So I think it's a great thing that we can spend so much time together."
"Yeah, well it's definitely going to be an interesting day," I replied with a forced smile. "It hasn't fully sunk yet, to be honest."
She winked. "Give it time. And you better not abuse your powers either. Believe me, you might be my new boss in the workplace, but I'll always be the boss at home."
"Yeah. You're right."
"What's the matter?" she asked, seeing through my discomfort. "Are you having second thoughts about this?"
"No, it's not that. It's just...never mind... it's nothing."
She put her hands on her hips. "Don't give me that 'never mind' stuff, young man. I know when something is wrong. Tell me, what is it?"
I took a deep breath. "Fine, do you know a guy named Dave from Human Resources?"
"Sure I do. Why?"
"He dropped by to talk to me... and...well... he didn't know that I'm your son when he was telling me about your encounters with your previous boss."
Mom froze for a few seconds. There was no mistaking it, she definitely knew what I was talking about.
"Oh my god..." she gasped. "That fucking jerk. I... I can't believe this."
"So it's true then?"
She paused for a brief moment. "I'm not a whore. Please don't think of me as one."
"No, but you were thinking it. I'm a grown woman. What I do in private is certainly nobody's business. As far as I'm concerned, you have no right to judge me."
I took a few steps forward and put my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
"I'm not judging you, mom. And you know that I would never think any less of you for any reason. It's just that, I was so surprised. I couldn't stop thinking about it. That's all."
"Fair enough," she replied, calming herself down. "But please don't think that I'd slept my way to the top. I'm a hardworking woman and I've earned everything I have in life."
"Of course," I replied honestly. "You're the most dedicated and respectable woman I've ever known. But I have to ask, did the relationship you had with your old boss happen while you were still with dad?"
A sudden look of shock came over her face. "God no! I've never cheated on your father, and this has absolutely nothing to do with us splitting up. It was only a short fling I had when I was single."
"Thank you. I'm glad to hear that because that was what really bothered me more than anything."
She smiled, "I'm sorry I overreacted. But since we'll be working together, I think it's best if we clear the air right now and get it over with. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure."
"The relationship I had with my ex-boss began over a year after I became single. I was constantly busy with my personal life and career. I worked very long hours and we slowly developed a mutual attraction. Plus I've always had a thing for authoritarian figures, which made him even more attractive."
"A thing for 'authoritarian figures,' eh? If I remember correctly, didn't you first meet dad when you used to work for him at another company?"
I shouldn't have mentioned that, but I've always been curious about how my parents met and how they started dating, since they were always vague about it.
She flashed a serious look. "Don't get cute, mister. But you're right, I used to work for your father and that's how we met. Like I said, I've always had a thing for authoritarian figures in my life. It's my only weakness. Now you can stop wondering what this was all about."
***
A few hours later and I was sitting behind the desk of my office. I was getting the hang of my new job and things had already been settled with mom. Deep down, I knew it wasn't over. Mom was a prideful woman and she needed to be seen in a positive light.
There was a knock on my door. In typical mom-fashion, she opened the door before I could answer, and she entered with a smile.
"Hi boss," she said playfully while walking towards me. "Can I get you coffee or something? I can't stand the thought of you being overworked sitting behind that cozy desk of yours."
"Your sarcasm is much appreciated. Don't you know it's bad practice to be condescending to your workplace superior?"
She sat on top of my desk, facing me. "I guess not. But the reason I'm here is because I'm having lunch with a few of my old colleagues from other departments. My lunch break will probably be a little longer than it should. It won't happen again; I promise."
"I knew you couldn't resist taking advantage of me," I replied, giving her a stern but equally joking look. "I just didn't think it would be this soon. I mean, we've only been working together for a few hours."
"Oh, relax sweetheart. It's only an extra thirty minutes. Besides, I'm one of the more experienced employees around here when it comes to paralegal work, so I can get things done in a fraction of the time compared to anyone else."
"I'm sure you can. But I still fully expect to be treated like any one of your previous bosses."
Both of her eyebrows raised. "You want me to treat you like my previous boss? That's quite a revelation, especially considering I told you some pretty intimate things."
"Oh, come on... You know exactly what I mean. I meant that..."
She interrupted, "Now when you say that you want me to treat you like my old boss, did you mean how submissive and naughty I can be behind closed doors? Because that's what your comment sounded like."
"Has anyone seen Sandra?" a voice said distantly in the background.
"Your friend is looking for you. I don't have a problem with a longer lunch break. You're one of the hardest working people here."
She smiled and turned to leave. "I knew you'd see things my way."
***
After a slightly awkward car ride home, my mother and I had dinner that evening together. None of us mentioned the innuendo filled discussion we had early in the day, but it was clearly still in the air.
"Blaze pizza is delicious," she said, breaking the silence at the dinner table.
"I know. Pesto. Cheesy. All these custom toppings."
She licked her lips. "Incredibly fresh, too. We should make this our weekly thing. How about every Friday?"
"That's a plan. I'll pay."
"A generous manager," she giggled. "You should fit right in at the company."
"Well that's the idea. Speaking of which, we should really put this awkwardness behind us. I mean, I'm sure we're both thinking the same thing right now, aren't we?"
"You're right," she said. "I'm sorry for getting a little too playful with you earlier. I was having a good time with old friends and got a little carried away in your office. I'm sorry again if I weirded you out."
"It wasn't that weird. It's just that you caught me totally off guard and I didn't know how to react. To be honest, I thought it was actually kind of funny to hear you talk like that."
"You liked it then?" she teased.
"Oh no, not this again," I jokingly sighed.
"I'm being serious here. You really don't have anything to be ashamed of. It's a lot more accepted in this day and age."
I shook my head, "Huh? Wait... are we still talking about the same thing here? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that you're asking me about..."
"Incest," she blurted out. "Have you ever thought about incest? Not necessarily with me, but in general."
"What? Heck no! What kind of sick pervert do you think I am?"
"Curiosity, I suppose," she shrugged, like it was no big deal. "I read a lot of romance stories online and I'm often surprised by the large fan base that incest has. I've been extremely honest with you lately, so you can be honest with me; have you ever thought about it?"
"I'll answer your question on one condition," I said firmly.
Her eyebrow rose. "And what condition would that be?"
"I can't stop thinking about what you said in the office today, about how you did things that were 'submissive and naughty' with your last boss. And by the look you're giving me, I think you already know what I'm going to ask."
"Like?"
"Like I used to occasionally go pantyless to work. He would call me into his office, have me sit on his desk, and make me lift up my skirt to show him how I felt about it. That usually ended with me having to wipe his desk clean. In addition to me giving him oral sex, he would sometimes screw me in the supply room. And finally, if we worked overtime together, he would insist that I strip down and do my paralegal duties naked. There have been several instances where the custodian has gotten quite a show."
"That was more than I was expecting to hear," I replied, feeling stunned by my mother's admissions.
She shrugged, "You asked for it. But now it's your turn. I have bent over backwards trying to be completely honest with you, and I expect some reciprocation. Your turn. Have you ever thought about incest?"
"I guess."
I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I have. Who hasn't? I may have even visited some of the same sites you go to on occasions. I'm not surprised that it has a large fan base, and it's probably a lot more popular as a fantasy than people think."
An amused look came over her face. "What's your favorite category of incest? What excites you the most?"
"Do we really need to go there?"
"After everything I've told you? I think it's fair. Now start talking."
"I've always thought that father/daughter stuff was kinda hot, where the daughter teases her dad and he starts feeling helpless because of his natural urges. I also think mother/son stuff is kind of fun too I guess."
"Mother/son stuff?" she said with a grin. "Ha! Oh my. I had no idea you felt that way. Have you ever thought about me?"
"I should have known this was a setup. This is your way of embarrassing me for being your boss, isn't it? I knew it."
She laughed, "Relax sweetie. Believe it or not, I actually like that you're my new boss. And thinking about your mother is really nothing to be ashamed of. Like you said, this kind of thing is more common than people realize."
I paused for a moment, "In that case... I may have thought about you once or twice in my life, maybe a little more. Can you blame me? Mother or not, you're a beautiful woman."
"I'm flattered that a vibrant and healthy young man would say that about me," she said graciously.
"What about you?" I asked. "What kind of stuff do you like to read? Are there any particular incest fantasies you like to think about?"
"What do I think about? Right now I think I could use a warm bath with some light music to unwind after a long day. Maybe a little Netflix afterwards and then it's off to bed."
"That's not a bad idea. If I'm not mistaken, you owe me some paperwork tomorrow."
She smiled, winked, and got up to give me a kiss on the forehead before clearing the table.
***
It was late the next afternoon when my mother knocked on my office door, carrying some documents in a folder. She looked gorgeous as always. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection like usual, and so was her professional attire. But unlike yesterday, instead of wearing pants, she wore a knee-length office skirt with stockings on her legs which could grab any man's attention.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Williams," she said with grace and class. "I have the briefing you wanted, complete with detailed information and research I added on my own."
"And that's why you're the most dedicated and valuable person in this division," I said honestly to my mother. "I'll be sure to recommend a pay raise for you once evaluations come. You deserve it."
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it. And speaking of dedication and hard work, you look exhausted. Don't let the pressure of a new job get to you. It's always good to have a break every now. Trust me on that."
"Yeah, well this job isn't easy. Thanks for caring, though."
She casually walked over to where I sat and leaned her butt against my desk. Her face showed a touch of excitement and her skirt rode up slightly. I was in anticipation of where this was headed.
"I saw you glancing at my legs in the car this morning," she said with a hint of seduction. "I don't think that's ever happened before. Did you see anything you like? Or did you remember what I said about wearing a skirt for my ex-boss?"
She reached down with both hands to pinch the sides of her skirt and she slowly raised them to reveal the flesh of her thighs and the top of her garter.
"I'm glad you think so. You know, when I got dressed this morning, I realized that I never answered your question about if I had any incest fantasies of my own. So maybe this may give you an idea."
With that said, she pulled her skirt up even further to reveal the bottom end of her bare vagina to me in my office. My heart was pounding at the sight of my mother's brown labia. She pulled even further fully to expose her cleanly shaven crotch. If things weren't hot enough, she sat on my desk and spread her legs apart, putting her dripping wet pink flesh on full display for my viewing pleasure.
"Oh..." I gasped with my eyes glued to her womanly parts. "I'm guessing you like mother/son fantasies. You're soaking wet..."
She nodded. "Yes. Among other things, I enjoy a good mother/son story every now and then. And if you're wondering why I'm doing this, it's because I can't stand the thought of my son being overworked and overstressed. Judging by your reaction, it's worked. Have a good day, boss."
***
A few hours later, my mother and I were in the car and on our way home. To say things were more awkward than yesterday was an understatement. I had just had an up close encounter with my mother's vagina, and to make matters worse, she was acting extra friendly while I drove as if to tease me.
"You're more relaxed now," she said as I drove. "Coffee and donuts always work wonders, don't they?"
"Sure they do. But I think you know that I had something a little more visual to help calm me down."
"Good. I'm glad it worked. It was a little raunchy, I'll admit, but it worked. Men always seem to lose their minds at the sight of a woman's vagina, even if it's the one they came out of."
I tried not to but I couldn't help but laugh.
"Very funny," I replied. "But seriously, that was the best part of my week. All the stress I had from this promotion left my body and I felt like a new man."
"In other words, you went to the bathroom and masturbated, didn't you?" she asked playfully.
She laughed, "I really don't mind you getting off to my private area. You being happy is all that matters. Just don't expect that to be a common occurrence. Like I've said before, you may be the boss at work, but don't forget who calls the shots when we're at home."
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