Mom's New Job Ch. 05

CHAPTER 5: FRIDAY NIGHT CLUB HOSTESS

After the first day, my first week in the office went pretty much like Mr. Bartels suggested when I interviewed: it wasn't common that all the executives would be in the office at the same time. When each was in the office, though, they were sure to take advantage of the Executive Services position. I might only be fucked once a day by each but most days a blowjob was also requested and several times it was while they were on conference calls with their end muted. We devised a signal of touching my head to alert me that he would be taking 'mute' off. That let me know that I shouldn't make any sounds but also not to do anything that could cause him to moan or otherwise react.

I had also been busy ordering clothes. A local boutique had an online catalog and delivery available. The executives recommended skirts, blouses, dresses, stockings, etc. by signing in under my user name and password I created and putting items into the 'Cart'. I would periodically peruse the items I found there and select the ones I liked best for ordering. Most items arrived the next day to my home. The boys enjoyed a regular modeling event of items that arrived, especially if the only items arriving were stockings and high heels. The ordering frenzy died down after a few days as the men wished to see the items worn to the office to duplicate or refine their tastes.

There was a common theme, however: skirts were short, mid-thigh, blouses were white and sheer, semi-sheer at the least, dresses were short with plunging neckline, and stocking were all stay-up thigh-highs. All shoes changed from my previous 3-inch to 4-inch heels. Since no underwear was allowed, the short skirts and dresses required my being extra careful when in public, especially in the tight skirts that tended to rise when I sat. The boys loved them as did the executives. I had accumulated three new skirts and blouses, two dresses, numerous stockings, and three heels in black, white, and strapped sandal.

On Friday, five of the six executives were in the office, which included Mr. Bartels. It had been a slow sexual day and that had me wondering why. I poked my head into Mr. Bartels office and knocked on the door jam. He turned to me from his monitor and a smile came to his face that shown in his eyes, too.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

I walked in and giggled, "That's my line, Sir." It drew a chuckle from him. "Sir, I was wondering if there was something I was missing." He gave a perplexed look and I continued. "Well... Sir... uhmmm... I've been getting a lot of work done which is probably a good thing but... well... I haven't had much in the way of sex." How strange would that concern be in any other office?

He chuckled. "Okay, I guess we didn't define everything about the Friday Night Club activity and some of that is we have decided on modifications recently. To be fully forthcoming, we've been discussing that the past days. At least among us who have been in the office. We have experimented with the Club idea here for a few years very informally but your arrival provided something of a new perspective to it. Let me rephrase that... it brought a lot of potential to it. We already defined your naked status as 'hostess' but even more became desired. I guess I neglected to discuss it with you. My bad since it affects your considerably."

I smiled and sat in a chair opposite him. I made a point of not trying to control the short, tight skirt and it did rise quite high on my thighs. I then did something I had been considering and now acted on. I slowly raised my leg to cross it, being sure I gave a good flash of my bare pussy. Mr. Bartels doesn't miss much and he definitely saw that. He glanced at me, saw the tease showing on my face, and smiled.

"Regarding the discussion, Sir, I thought in this relationship I was the submissive and you were the dominant," I said with a twinkle in my eyes.

He laughed and shook his head. "You are wonderful. I have never encountered a submissive quite like you and I love it. So smart and also so compliant." He stared at me and I took the opportunity to uncross and recross my legs. He smiled, again. "You're enjoying this role, aren't you?"

"Immensely, Sir," I replied.

"Okay... the reason I should have discussed it with you before is that it will affect your evening. Most of us will want to be here later than normal and with you. We intend for your sexual deficit during the day on Fridays to be remedied." He smiled. "Think of your Monday introduction but more casual."

I always carried the office tablet for notes and schedule checks as well as my work phone. I took the phone up and punched the 'home' icon. It was late enough that the boys should be back from school. After a few rings, it was answered and the voice was obvious to me. "Hi, Paul, it's mom." "Son, I'm going to be late tonight. In fact, I have just learned that the Friday Night Club will go into at least the early evening." I looked at Mr. Bartels who nodded. "Yes, dear, the hostess thing." I laughed. "Of course it means fucking and sucking." "Of course I will tell you both all about it." "Yes, dear, in detail." I giggled, "I love you, too."

"What was the last part that caused you to giggle?" he asked. Privacy wasn't much of a thing for me any longer.

I blushed and he noticed. He loved that I still could blush. "He said that after hearing the details to expect an evening of their own fucking and a double penetration at some point to start the weekend." I glanced up at him and his smile was huge and lusty. "With everything that has happened in just a week, this is the first weekend the boys and I will have together in our new relationship." I giggled, again. "I wonder if they'll let me out of the house."

* * * *

Shortly after that, Mr. Bartels appeared in my cubicle. It might be a cubicle instead of an enclosed office but it was still large with room for visitor seating and huddling in front of my monitor to review documents. He sat in one of the available chairs. I was able to quickly complete the revisions to a letter I was working on and turned around to face him. The executives had been surprised how much office support they would end up using me for and it kept me busy throughout most days, especially with the interruptions for sex.

"I find I am neglecting to give you details, Mary, and I apologize. This is new to us, too," he started. "Plan to start getting the Club ready by about 4:00 PM. Mostly, that is turning the lighting down in the area and opening the bar. Of course, getting undressed. A naked hostess is at the top of our list." I smiled, already lubricating in anticipation. "There is no format. Maybe one will develop as we proceed but for now plan on beginning with serving initial drinks, learning our preferences, and being flexible for what comes next."

"Yes, Sir. I'll send these revisions to Mr. Abbott and get started."

After punching the send button on the email to Mr. Abbott, I stood and looked around the office. Only one dark office, Mr. Thomas'. I quickly went to the restroom, freshened up some, touched up my makeup and long hair, and scanned the office area on my return. It was a few minutes past 4:00 PM, already. I began unbuttoning my blouse and was removing it by the time I reached my desk. I folded it and casually placed it on my desk without the nervousness that might have been rushing through me only days before. I unzipped and pushed the tight skirt off my hips and down my legs. With those two items gone, I was essentially naked. Thigh-high stockings and 4-inch heels were all this part of my job required for the next several hours.

I opened the free-standing hutch separating the Club area from my cubicle and scanned the contents. I removed several silver trays and arranged them on the top surface. The various bottles of liquor and wine came next, crystal tumblers for the liquor and stem-wear for the wine. I took the ice bucket to the kitchenette, filled it with ice and replaced the insulated top, and returned back to the hutch. I returned to the kitchenette for a variety of simple snacks, poured them into bowls, and distributed them on the large coffee table in the center of the Club space.

I scanned the area and the items laid out. What am I missing? Anything but some men? I knew Mr. Bartels' preferred drink from the interview: his brand of bourbon served neat. I prepared that and set it to the side since looking at the arrangement of chairs didn't provide a clue to me as to which might be his. The rest of the men I would have to learn.

The men began arriving, each stopped near me, gave me their drink preference, groped me casually and with growing familiarity, and took a seat in the circle. Mr. Carson, Operations, asked for Merlot, took a handful of snacks, sat down and began swiping through his phone. Some men, I thought, really could stand to relax. Mr. Wilson asked for a scotch on the rocks, gently stroked my bare butt, and took his seat.

"Here's your scotch, sir," I said as I bent over to Mr. Wilson. I remained bent over as his free hand came up to fondle a hanging breast.

"Mary," he began with some seriousness in his voice, "I am curious about how you seem so comfortable when serving and pleasing us." He dropped his hand and I stood still facing him. "It seems so natural for you without regret or reluctance."

I caught movement at the side and recognized Mr. Bartels had picked up his bourbon and did indeed move to a specific chair. My real attention, though, was still on Mr. Wilson. "Well, sir," I replied, "that's really pretty simple. It seems natural to you because it really is my nature to want to please others. It was something I had to fight in my previous careers, of course. Now, however, I am free to be my true self. It brings me pleasure to serve you."

"You are amazing, Mary," he said. "Your eagerness to please... I wish..." but he took another sip rather than finishing. Odd, I thought. I wondered what he wished.

I turned to face Mr. Bartels. "I made the presumption that you would like your bourbon, Sir."

"Thank you, Mary," he replied and took a sip. He smiled at me while scanning my naked body in front of him. "Any concerns about this?"

I smiled back at him. "No, Sir," I replied confidently. "It can't be more intense than Monday." I turned to return to the hutch. Monday. So much has happened and it was only this past Monday that it all began.

My walk back to the hutch was to prepare the drink for the last of the five executives in the office. Being naked among them in that casual setting did feel somehow different. All other times when I was naked it had been incidental as I moved from one office to another or back to my desk to get dressed when I might be seen but not by all of them and not when they could watch so intently. It was very arousing.

After delivering the last drink, I casually moved around the circle making small talk with the men and waiting for something to happen. Finally, I moved casually back to Mr. Bartels.

"Sir," I said softly, "they seem shy in this setting." He glanced around the circle and nodded. I giggled, "If something doesn't happen soon, the boys will be disappointed."

He laughed, "I am pretty sure those two will still take advantage of your new relationship, but I understand what you mean." He looked up at me, uncrossed his legs and opened his arms. "Lets see if we can get something going."

I smiled at him as I sat across this lap. I left the outside leg off his lap which allowed easier access to my pussy. He placed his drink on the small table next to his chair, took a breast with the arm around me, and the other hand going directly to my pussy.

"My, Mary, so wet, already?"

I leaned into him to kiss him and whispered so only he could hear, "I am sitting on the lap of the man I chose to control me. My pussy is yours, Sir. If it wasn't wet and ready for your touch, you might be disappointed in your submissive and your submissive definitely doesn't ever want to disappoint."

He kissed me hard and drove two finger fully into my ready pussy. I moaned loudly and spread my legs a little more. "OH... SIR... I need to... to orgasm... PLEASE!"

He pulled his fingers from my pussy and turned me on his lap to face the other men. I was panting with sudden need and it showed on my entire body, my legs still widely spread. "Mary needs to be fucked, gentlemen."

I saw Mr. Carson rise and approach. He was head of all Operations and I knew him as a 'take charge' kind of guy that might be advantageous in that line of work and was why I was surprise he had asked for a Merlot. He offered his hand and I took it, being led back to his chair where he pressed into my back to kneel on it and pressed over the back. The next second, I heard a zipper, and hands on my hips and ass cheeks. I would have sucked his cock if asked or given the chance but his hard cock pressed at my pussy. I opened my legs as far as possible given the constriction of the chair and his cock slipped inside through my pussy lips and continued inside me. He pulled back and thrust several times until he was in as far as his average cock would go.

"Oh... yes sir... oh... thank you," I gasped out. After only a week, I was gaining a little familiarity with each of the men who had been in the office that week. Mr. Carson seemed to like a quick release with hard thrusts and had requested a blowjob. I prepared myself for him by clenching my pussy muscles around his cock and slipping a hand between my legs to stroke both him and my clit. He may have thought I was just adding stimulation to him but I knew how much it worked on their ego if I also orgasmed. We did both cum rather quickly and he pulled out rather unceremoniously as he usually did. I turned and dropped to my knees to suck and lick his cock clean. It was a habit I dedicated myself to after most fucks.

I then kissed him. "Thank you, sir, could I get you another Merlot?" At the moment, that sounded especially slutty to me and I wasn't sure how to react to my own comment. I had just fucked him and I so casually then asked if he needed a refill? But, as he pulled his slacks up, he accepted with quick glances at the other men. So, I wasn't the only one who felt strange about the exchange.

The evening heated up after that. After serving Mr. Carson's wine, Mr. Jones was sitting with his slacks at his knees and motioning to me. I smiled at him and backed over his legs, my legs on the outside of his until my calves bumped the heavy chair. I reached underneath for his hard cock and carefully squatted over him to align his cock to my just used pussy. His cock slid inside easily, of course, and with my hands on the well-stuffed chair arms, I began fucking up and down his cock.

I was in a position to easily see Mr. Bartels as I fucked his associate. He had a pleased look on his face, nodded to me when he noticed me gazing at him, and blew me a kiss. The gesture was interesting to me. Not that I had any real experience in being the submissive I had kept hidden from everyone else, but Mr. Bartels' responses and gestures to me sometimes seemed more familiar and intimate than fit my perception of a dominant. He was certainly adept at controlling me in matter-of-fact and emotionless ways but he also showed times of intimacy and concern.

I refocused on Mr. Jones' cock and felt him lean forward, his hands playing a more active role as I did all the fucking. One hand grasped a wildly bouncing breast and the other followed my bouncing pelvic as he stroked my clit. In return, I clenched my pussy around his cock and added alternating motions on his cock.

"Oh yes... yessssss sirrrr..." I purred for all to hear.

"Fuck... Mary..." he grunted and gasped, "you are... a hot fuck... aren't you!"

I braced myself and fucked him harder. Our fucking had captivated the other men with the blatant exhibition before them with my facing them. "FUCK," he called out suddenly as I felt his cock pulse inside me. I fell down onto his thighs to get him as deep inside my clenching pussy as possible. "FUCK... I'm... oooooo... ysssssss... I'm cummminnnnng..." he called out.

He fingers had stopped assisting my arousal as his climax took over his body but I was already near my orgasm and feeling his cock adding to the cum in my pussy was all I needed for my own orgasm.

"Oh yes..." I gasped as I fell back against him. "Thank you, sir," I weakly uttered. I gathered myself and slowly rose up his cock, savoring the feel of it leaving me. I quickly turned and dropped to my knees before him, "Allow me to clean you, sir." And, I did. When I looked up, he was still breathing heavily and his eyes half shut. I smiled as I stood and scanned the circle of men still watching intently. When my eyes came to Mr. Bartels, he blew me another kiss. I beamed and swelled with such pride is was probably evident on me. Mr. Bartels was pleased. What a simple, yet effective, stimulant for me.

As I stood among them, my body tingled with heightened awareness and anticipation. I could feel cum leaking from my used pussy onto my inner thighs, my nipples refused to softened, and my heart beat a sexual rhythm encouraging me for more. Then, I heard Mr. Bartels.

"I think Mary is ready for something more," he said in a voice ready to direct the next action.

The other two men besides Mr. Bartels to yet fuck me both had their slacks down and stroking their hard cocks. Their attention shifted from me to him. He did, in fact, begin direct the next manner of my fucking. He held up a tube which I immediately recognized as the same tube previously used in my anal fucking by him and my boys. I stepped to him, took it from his hand, and opened the cap. I went to the closest man, squeezed some gel onto my fingers and greased his cock well. I then took his hand, squeezed some onto his fingers, and turned my ass toward him while spreading my ass cheeks.

"Fuck," he uttered. "Anal." He wasn't refusing as I felt his fingers on my asshole and then pressed inside. I moaned.

Once his finger stopped moving in and out of my ass, I moved backward over his legs, this time holding my ass cheeks apart. While hold my cheeks, he aligned his cock to my asshole and I applied downward pressure to open the sphincter of my ass.

"Oh... yes," I muttered as my hole opened and his cock head penetrated. I stopped for a moment. Even this average sized cock took a moment for my ass to adjust. It would take much more from my boys' and Mr. Bartels' larger cocks to really loosen me, I suspect if such a thing was even real.

Once I had settled over his cock and sitting on his thighs, Mr. Bartels directed the other man to brace himself on the chair back and penetrate my pussy. A directed double penetration. The man looked at me concerned with his cock touching my pussy. I nodded. He pushed at my hole and I sighed as he gasped.

"Oh... fuck," he gasped as the head entered, "this makes it... much tighter."

"I can feel you..." the one in my ass said, "in her and against me."

"Never... done this," one of the them uttered. "Amazing."

"Mary... ohhhhh... fuck."

I raised up with my arms and legs as support to free the man in my ass and both then fucked into my holes. I wasn't sure how long I could hold myself tenuously like that when suddenly hands were holding my ass up. My pussy was being pounded now and the cocks sliding over each other was not only firing my body but was doing the same to the two cocks seeming to do battle inside me.

My head fell back with a steady stream of moans and groans and gasps escaping me. My sounds, though, were mixed by the grunts and gasps of the two men. When we came, it was in quick succession. The one in my ass, first. His had the tightest hole and my ass clenching and rubbing of the other cock fired him. That action, though, his cum entering my ass tipped me into orgasm and both holes clenched and spasmed. That was apparently all the other cock needed and I was filled in both holes.

The man in my pussy awkwardly collapsed on top of me which put a lot of weight on the man I fell back on. Given the age of these men, I might have been concerned but... fuck it, I thought, this felt too good.

I made the rounds, again, to refresh drinks. As I brought Mr. Bartels another bourbon, I gazed at him with questioning eyes. He was the only one not to have fucked me. He merely smiled at me and thanked me for the drink. Frustrated somewhat by not getting the same attention from the one man who truly mattered to me, I returned to the hutch. The feeling of leaking cum from pussy and ass was plain to me and I wondered how visual it might be to others. My return to the hutch was for a much needed glass of water. Although I enjoy alcohol, I didn't need it to loosen up and felt it could numb some sensations.

When I turned back to the men, they were chatting easily and comfortably. Mr. Bartels caught my attention. He had lowered his slacks. His cock was hard and held upright in his free hand. I returned to him happily with a big smile on my face. The evening wouldn't have been complete for me without the feel of his cock inside me.

He twirled his finger and I knew. I turned and inched my body over his legs to take him inside me while facing the others. I inched down his cock, my pussy used and well-lubricated by cum. I tensed my legs to rise on his cock but his free hand held me tight on him.

"Sir?" I questioned.

"Use your pussy, Mary," he softly answered. "I desire to just feel you around me."

I relaxed and settle fully on his legs, his cock deep inside. I began repeating Kegel exercise, contracting and relaxing the muscles of my pussy around him. I felt his cock fill me like the other men's didn't. His free hand moved to my breast, nipple, and strayed down to my pussy and clit. It roamed over me freely and very publicly. Soon, the men noticed, too. Their conversations continued but we were on display to them. Or, at least, I was on display to them.

"Arthur," Mr. Abbott said and got everyone's attention, "I would like to point out how comfortable the lovely Ms. Freeman seems in her current state of undress and being displayed right now. And not only at the present moment but when she moves naked from office to office on occasion and while casually dressing at her desk after cleaning up in the restroom." His line of thought had everyone's attention, including mine with my head back against Mr. Bartels's shoulder. There was quiet as we all were expecting a point about to be made by him. "My point being, why do we even bother with her being dressed at all? She is stunning in only stockings and heels."

For a moment, my pussy stopped flexing around the cock. This is interesting, I thought. He's correct, of course. It took me virtually no time at all to be comfortable while naked. Monday's introductory gang bang in the glass-walled conference room was sufficient to tear down the feeling of any privacy as all the offices were similarly glass-walled. All the fucking and sucking I had done since had been on display through those walls. I felt Mr. Bartels pat my pussy which pulled me from my musing to resume using Kegel movements over his cock.

"Interesting," Mr. Bartels said as his fingers began working over my pussy and clit. "You are not suggesting, though, completely naked... barefoot naked?"

"Definitely not," Mr, Abbott replied. I raised my head to find all the men attentive and watching with interest. "I find it more... hmmm... stimulating to see her somewhat clothed but not so much as to be really hiding her body. Besides," he continued, "her walking in heels seems to produce an added bounce to her tits."

Mr. Bartels chuckled with his hand moving up to capture a breast. "I have noticed the same thing." He paused a moment. "What do the rest of you think?"

There were several nods and no clear dissents. "Her beauty can't be questioned, Arthur. She's sexy as hell even clothed but naked..." Another, "I don't think there is any question. Why have to reach under her skirt or into her blouse for a feel?" And, "I'm not sure about just virtually naked, though. Maybe, at times or whatever, essentially naked like lingerie, sheer nightgowns, or baby-dolls." Another reacted to that, "I like that, too. A covering but not hiding her underneath."

Mr. Bartels' hand had returned to my pussy and he had pressed a finger into me to join his cock. I was moaning steadily. I wasn't even tracking the conversation about how I might be dressed or undressed while in the office. I was quickly reaching another orgasm with a cock and finger inside me and I was sure he had no intention of climaxing himself. The finger curled and touched the spot. My bodily flinch told him he was on target and the finger began earnestly stroking my g-spot as the thumb of the same hand stroked my engorged clit.

My orgasm was tremendous and without moving over his cock except for flexing. My heart raced, my breathing gasping and panting, and my pussy spasming around the still hard cock inside. Slowly I began registering the voices around me.

"Okay, then," Mr. Bartels was saying, "I'll call Bob Thomas this weekend. Everyone consider what we've discussed without the influence of having just fucked her or watching her orgasm in front of you. Monday morning we will revisit this item and make our decision and the any necessary parameters for it implementation."

That seemed to resolve it for the moment and the men suddenly rising told me it had to be much later than I imagined.

The men got themselves back together and stopped to give me a kiss while I remained on Mr. Bartels' cock. I was glowing from the experience and the attention I had received from the men. After they had left the office, Mr. Bartels encouraged me up and off him.

He turned me into his arms, his slacks sagging further down his legs as he pulled me tightly into an embrace. I sagged, if not melted, into his welcome and encompassing security. We kissed with his hands freely roaming my backside.

"How are you feeling now," he asked once our lips parted.

"Wonderful, Sir. So wonderful, in fact, I feel like a slut," I said honestly with a smile.

"Perfect," he replied. "It was what you wanted, wasn't it? To be my submissive slut?"

"It was, Sir. And, still is. My desire to be so is only heightened, Sir. Only a week and I can honestly say I entrust my body and being to you fully. I want to be yours to use as you wish, Sir."

"And your boys," he added.

I giggled. I pressed my body into his and felt his cock begin to stir, again. "Yes, Sir. And my boys. You know, though, that it was you releasing me that enabled me to submit to them, my sons."

He kissed me hard, parted us, turned me, and patted my bare ass. "Speaking of your sons, they are waiting for their slut mom to detail her slutty evening and then to fuck them."

I was at my desk using some wipes I had in the drawer to wipe my pussy and ass, not that I thought it would stop more cum from leaking. I decided the restroom wasn't going to be enough this time. I needed a shower and smiled. I wondered if the boys would give me the time to shower before the rest of my evening. Slut-mom time.

"Mary," his voice pulling me back to being naked in the office. I turned to find him dressed sans his tie and jacket. "Before a decision is made on Monday, do you have any input on how we want you dressed?"

"Yes, Sir," I said as I pulled on the blouse, recognizing how comfortable I had become to not wearing a bra constraining my C-cup breasts. "I am yours, Sir. Whatever you decide is best for the office and my service in it."

* * * *

"Sorry to be so late, boys," I called out upon entering through the side door nearest the detached garage. Only a week since all this had begun and it wasn't just the office. The activities of the office added fuel to my new relationship with the boys at home. And I felt it strongly as I stepped into the house.

"In the family room, mom," I hear Mark call back in response.

I found them on the couch watching some baseball game. "Did you guys have something to eat besides that popcorn?" I asked very motherly. Our new relationship might be a carnal debauchery after compounding my submissive to Mr. Bartels with my submission to my sons, but I was still their mother, even if not biologically.

"Yes, mother," Paul responded with an edge of exasperation in his tone I let slide, "and there is still some leftover stew in the frig from the other night, if you haven't." I said I was fine, though the answer had nothing to due with food. The game was abruptly turned off and they both turned their attention to me. "Mom, we've made a decision." Okay, I thought. This should be interesting after tonight. "When we're all home, it seems we are reaching under your clothes, through your clothes, and taking your clothes off when our arousal has us in the mood for you. And, you know mom, that you are VERY arousing." I nodded. So, it would seem and not only their opinion. "So, we decided that when you are home, and it is just us, that you should be naked." Well, I thought, isn't that coincidental.

I unhesitatingly stripped where I stood in the entryway to the family room and, while my clothes came off, I relay the very similar discussion by the executives during the Friday Night Club session.

"You're kidding," Mark exclaims, "at the office, too?" I shrugged, knowing the decision wouldn't be made until Monday.

The boys want to know everything about what I did as the hostess, but I tell them that will have to wait a few minutes because I needed to shower for them. They are on their feet and, of course, don't want to wait.

I step up to each and kiss them. "I won't be long."

I turned and bend over to retrieve my discarded clothes when I hear from behind me, "Had a busy night, huh, mom?" And snickering. Oops.

I dumped my clothes on the floor of the bedroom, kicked off my heels, and sat on the edge of the bed to roll my stocking down. They too were merely discarded on the floor with my skirt and blouse. I only intended to take a quick shower but wanted to especially wash my pussy and ass. If the boys decided to eat me, again... not only did they like to fuck but pleasing their mom like that, too... I wanted to be as fresh as possible.

I was drying my long hair with a towel as I opened the bathroom door to find the boys naked on the bed, the covers turned down like I instructed them. It was one thing to wash sheets and another the covers on top. I smiled at them, threw the wet towel into the bathroom and joined the boys on the bed where I pressed them back against the headboard as I took both cocks into my hands. I alternated sucking each cock until I was stopped with their insistence that I relay what had happened to me as hostess. It was the first time and was yet another thing new for them recognize was now a part of their mother.

When I concluded my story, having added more detail than I might have imagined being able to comfortably express to my sons, they were speechless. What a change. Normally, some remark would escape from one of them after relaying events of the office.

"Are you shocked by your mother?" I asked of their uncharacteristic silence.

"Hell, no, mom!" Mark exclaimed. "It's just... well..."

Paul laughed and finish yet another of his brothers comments. "I think what he means is, it's just that it would make for a really good porn video."

"Yeah," Mark added after finding his voice, "starring Mary Freeman, the voluptuous office slut."

"And soon to be seen in," followed Paul, "Mommy Slut and Her Two Sons."

I squeezed their cocks extra hard and caused them to wince. "You can dream or tease all you want but no way does my name appear in a porn video."

Paul elbowed his younger brother by only 4 minutes. "Notice she didn't say no way would she APPEAR in a porn video?"

I gave them my most serious, threatening look but it obviously didn't come across the way I intended. Paul's reaction was to move behind me and press me down to continue sucking Mark's cock while he raised my hips and pressed his cock against my pussy which opened to his mere touch to slide into. I groaned at the feel of his thicker cock as I took Mark's equally thick cock into my mouth to the entrance of my throat but stopped when my gag reflex took over.

They promised me a double penetration but that I was told it would come later. They had no intention of it being a one-fuck night. After barely beginning with Paul's aggressively fucking me from behind and Mark as deep in my mouth as I could, my phone rang. Even the boys could now recognize the ring tone I had for Mr. Bartels.

Mark answered. "She is pretty busy right now, sir." Paul and I couldn't hear what was being said on the other end, but Mark puts the phone on speaker.

"Busy fucking Paul, then, I assume, Mary?" Mr. Bartels asks.

"Oh... God, yessss... Sir" I manage to gasp out.

"Has she told you what happened at the office tonight, guys?" he asked. Mark said I had. "And she went straight home to fuck you two." He chuckled. "I am beginning to think you mother truly is a slut."

"I don't... think that's... up for much... debate... any longer," Paul gasped out in response. That made Mr. Bartels laugh harder.

"I believe you're correct. Well, I'll make this short then so you can get back to using her," he said. "I am sorry to bother you but since you are all together... guys, your mom disclosed she didn't think she could deep throat and I've been thinking about that. I am sure you guys know how it is with your mom and thinking about her fucking and sucking." The boys laughed knowingly. "So," he continued, "I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"

Oh, what is he up to, I wonder silently as Paul continued to plow into my pussy.

"Sure, Mr. Bartels, what do you need? We were just telling mom how hot she was." Mark answered quickly already surmising it had everything to do with more sex and me.

"Your mom is really quick at picking things up so I think she only needs some encouragement. Would you mind if she used you two for practice in developing her deep throat capability? I am sure there must be internet info covering it. You know, like a 'how to' thing. I suspect practicing each night on you both... well, you get the idea. Would you mind? It's just that, well... if your mom really is a slut... don't sluts need to be able to take cock deep in all her holes?"

Paul slowed his fucking and laughed, "We'd be glad to help you out, Mr. Bartels. We want to support her in anyway we can and it's important for mom to get along well with others at work, right?" Mr. Bartels laughed.

These three may be the death of me. But... what a way to go.