Mom's New Job Ch. 07

CHAPTER 7: MR. TILLOTSON RETURNS

It seemed to have been ages since that night when I had first been fucked by Mr. Batrels in his office during that interview that ultimately landed me in this job as an office slut, submissive to Mr. Bartels, and freely fucked by the twins at home. That interview, though, hadn't only been Mr. Bartels. The Chairman of the Board, Mr. Tillotson, had also been present (to confirm my consensual participation?) and had been the second Corporate executive to have my body. After everything that had since happened to me, that night seem like such a long time ago.

The exclusive and private office area where the six most senior executives had their offices had quickly led them to conclude it was a waste of time for me to be dressed only to undress when they wanted to fuck me and then have me get dressed, again. The second week in the position revised my dress code. If not naked during office hours, I would be dressed in something sheer and exposing. The twins had requested the same but more simplistic: when I arrived home, they preferred me naked.

The door to the executive office area required a special key-card for access which was the reason I could be naked or be fucked in the open area between their offices. So, imagine my panic when I was exiting one of the offices where I just been fucked while bent over the desk and straightening my stockings when that secure door suddenly opened. I froze where I was which was midway to my cubicle and nowhere to hide.

"Mr. Tillotson!" I exclaimed a bit too loudly in my relief.

"Sorry to give you a fright, dear," he replied with chuckle.

I changed course to meet him near my cubicle in the center of the office area. He boldly took me into his arms to kiss me and fondle my naked back and butt. He pulled my hips into his and I felt his arousal pressed against me.

"David," I heard from behind me. Mr. Bartels arrived next to us as we parted. He reached out to take an erect nipple between his fingers, "You remember Mary?"

Mr. Tillotson had shifted his hand to fondle a breast as I stood between them. "Of course. That night is scorched into my memory. Everything seems to be working out for you, Arthur."

"Worked out well, indeed," he replied as he stroked over my butt and gave it a familiar pat. "Mary had quite the slut hidden inside her." Mr. Tillotson was leering at me with obvious lust. It was clear he intended to have a second opportunity to fuck me. "Mary," Mr. Bartels began, again, "David and I have some business to discuss but could you join us later for a reunion drink?"

"Of course, sir." I turned to Mr. Tillotson, "It will be nice to ... uhmm ... reconnect with you, sir."

They turned to enter Mr. Bartels expansive office as I turned to my cubicle. I had started the day in a baby-doll with the stockings and heels but the baby-doll had been left behind in one of the offices in the morning. I settled at my desk and tried to refocus on what I had been working on prior to the last request for a blow job by Mr. Jones (Finance) while he was on a conference call.

I hadn't yet touched the computer so the large monitor was dark. My reflection came back to me and I blushed at what I saw. Some cum was on my lower cheek. Although nudity around these men was nearly natural now, Mr. Tillotson was different. Now, I realize I had greeted him, kissed him, with cum on my cheek. I blush and flushed. I really am such a slut.

Late in the afternoon, I had found my focus, again. "Mary?" I heard Mr. Bartels's voice interrupting my work. I looked up with an automatic smile. "Are you at a point that you can stop and join us?"

"I will be just a quick moment, sir," I responded. I marked where I was stopping in the review of Mr. Abbott's document and saved my work. I slipped back into my heels, straightened my stockings, and ran my fingers through my long hair. I had previously gone to the restroom to clean my face of anymore cum and washed the insides of my thighs of the leaking cum of the day's fucking. Stepping to the open door of his office, "Yes, sir, is there something I can do for?"

They were seated at the sofa/chair sitting area of the office. Mr. Tillotson was on the small sofa with Mr. Bartels in a chair opposite him. "Yes dear, get us a drink and join us."

I opened the cabinet and pour a scotch for Mr. Tillotson and bourbon for Mr. Bartels and myself. I considered the two men as I approached. Mr. Tillotson patted the sofa next to him so that was where I would be. I sat crossing my legs as though I was wearing a skirt.

"My God," Mr. Tillotson exclaimed, "I had honestly forgotten how beautiful you are Mary."

I giggled, "Thank you, sir, but you probably say that to all the naked women you see in an office."

Both men laughed. "Well, since that is only a single woman, you are right, but you truly are. There is also something special about a beautiful, naked, mature woman."

Mr. Tillotson requested hearing my feelings about what happens in the office. I wasn't sure if he was performing some risk analysis for the company or desiring to hear me describe being naked and fucked. Before long, his hand was on my thigh. I uncrossed my legs and parted my knees. He now had access and his hand slid up the inside of my thigh to my pussy. His finger stroked my pussy and parted the lips finding me wet.

"I remember that night of the interview like it was last night, Mary," he said as his finger pressed between my lips but not finding my hole at the moment. I parted my legs further.

There was no question why I was with them. They may have had business to discuss before, but I wasn't with them just to share a drink. Not naked and being fingered.

"It was a lot longer ago than last night, sir," I offered. "Perhaps you would like to refresh that memory?" I added without even considering Mr. Bartels. I already knew I was being offered to the Chairman.

Mr. Tillotson shifted, put his glass on the coffee table in front of us, and shifted slightly to press his hand deeper between my legs. His finger quickly found my hole. I gasped and moaned as the finger pressed deeper and his hand pressed against my clit.

I shifted just enough to push his jacket over his shoulders while keeping his finger in my pussy. He began clumsily removing his jacket, then tie, and opening his shirt as I shifted more to open his slacks. I moved off the sofa, the finger sliding from my pussy in the process, and earnestly worked at removing his shoes and slacks. I had done all that without seeking any input or acceptance from Mr. Bartels. Feeling additional hands and fingers on my body told me he was joining us.

I was sucking Mr. Tillotson. "My God ... Arthur ..." he gasped, "I ... remembered her ... mouth on me ... before but ... not like this."

"As I said before, David," Mr. Bartels' voice came from behind me while his hands probed my pussy and breasts, "Mary has released quite the slut."

With Mr. Tillotson hard, not taking long, I looked up at the man, then looked over my shoulder. "Sir?" I asked without speaking more of the question.

"Straddle him, Mary," he instructed, "I'm taking your ass."

I quickly straddled the cock and had it deep inside me when Mr. Tillotson groaned, "You ... weren't ... kidding about ... her ..." I knew what he intended. About her being a slut. Yes, an office slut, submissive slut, and mommy slut. Yes, I was a slut.

After seating myself with Mr. Tillotson's cock deep inside me, I pressed myself into the man. I was kissing him but more importantly making myself positioned better for Mr. Bartels. I felt his one hand pull an ass cheek to the side as his cock touched my puckered hole. He pressed at it and after a moment of effort it began to open. I gasped when the cock head pressed past the sphincter and sank inside me. I groaned at the intrusion made even tighter by the other cock in my pussy. Soon, though, both cocks were deep inside me.

"OH FUCK ..." I exclaimed. "Sirs ... yes ... yes, please ... please fuck.. meeeeee ..."

They were both very happy to oblige me. It was awkward for Mr. Tillotson beneath me but Mr. Bartels' cock driving in and out of my ass seemed to provide plenty of stimulation for all three of us. I was nearing an orgasm when I was being pulled off Mr. Tillotson while still impaled by Mr. Bartels. Through hazy eyes, I saw the confusion on the man's face for a moment. Some signal must have been passed when the man stood from the sofa and I was turned. Sitting on the sofa like that was not a smooth, control action. Falling was more accurate and hitting the sofa sent the cock deep into my ass. Mr. Bartels used his legs to spread mine.

I was looking up at Mr. Tillotson. His hard cock pointing in the air and shiny with my juice. "Now, David," I heard Mr. Bartels, "fuck her to all our climaxes."

In a flash, he was leaning over me driving his cock deep into my spread pussy. Somehow, it did happen. We all climaxed one after the other.

I was shaky as I made my way back to refreshing our drinks. I glanced out the open office door as I passed. I didn't know how long that fuck had been but the outer office seemed very quiet.

"David came to me with a suggestion," Mr. Bartels began after I settled across his lap, my outside foot on the floor to allow him access to my cum-filled pussy, if he desire it. He did, of course. I had just been double penetrated by these men and was now being openly fingered. "He thought it would be an interesting Board bonding experience to have a social party at my home with you as the hostess."

I glanced at Mr. Tillotson. He was smiling. "The naked hostess, I assume?"

"Well, mostly naked, yes. We'll come up with an outfit that has you naked but ..." Mr. Bartels let it die. I knew. 'Naked but' was the way many of my office days started.

"Probably not the entire Board, however," Mr. Tillotson clarified. "I am sure some would not approve. We have a Board meeting in a few weeks. After that meeting, and after those members have left, the rest of us could meet for a more ... stimulating event."

I smiled. Stimulating, indeed. "You will, of course, sir, let me know how I can assist in the preparation of your gathering and how I can best ... uhmm ... assure the success of the gathering."

Mr. Bartels chuckled. He did enjoy how I reacted to such suggestions. "Dear, your mere presence will assure its success."

Mr. Tillotson had me bent over Mr. Bartels' desk fucking me aggressively from behind when I heard, "Mark? Hi, this is Arthur Bartels." He chuckled, "Yes, that is your mother you hear. I don't think you ever met David Tillotson." "Right, the Board Chairman. He is ... ahh ... deeply involved with your mother at the moment but I thought you should know she will be getting home late tonight." "Well, thank you, Mark, she is taking good care of us."

I felt Mr. Tillotson's cock jerk inside me. He was about to climax and I was right on the edge, too. Mr. Bartels' face appeared before me as he crouched to look into my eyes.

"Your boys will be waiting for you, Mary. You were being quite vocal, you know," he said with a knowing smile on his face. That was all I needed and I erupted in orgasm. That also sent Mr. Tillotson climax shooting more cum into my pussy.

As he leaned over me panting, Mr. Tillotson said, "I forgot about your boys. You are still fucking them?" I didn't respond except to squeeze my pussy around his spent cock.

* * * *

Mr. Bartels sent me home to the boys without allowing me to clean up. I was to leave my blouse unbuttoned and only tucked into the skirt that I was sure would be cum-stained by the time I arrived home. I was careful to be ready to cross my arms to hold the blouse together if I encountered any of the cleaning crew on my way to the parking garage. I was also extra careful not to speed. The way I looked, I might also be questioned about prostitution.

I didn't need to announce my arrival as the boys must have noticed my car or heard the garage door. They were waiting at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Well, don't you look like a well-fucked slut," Mark bluntly stated with a chuckle. Paul stepped up for a kiss, his hand entering my gaping blouse and fondled a breast. Mark's hands were busy opening the catch and zipper of my skirt. Mark had shifted to removing my blouse. I was naked in an instant.

"Have you had anything to eat?" Mark asked.

"Beside cum," Paul added. I shook my head at him but was smiling, too.

"So," Mark resumed, "you want to tell us about it or do you need more fucking?"

I blushed. I was their mother. Even if I wasn't their biological mother, I was still their mother. Our relationship had become so perverted since I had to seduce them. They wanted me naked whenever I was at home and I was always available to them just like I was at the office. Their banter about me was more blatant than at the office but we were much closer and familiar, too.

"I'll leave that up to you two," I responded. It was common practice for me to share details of my day with them. There would never be any secrets between us.

"Well, you definitely look well fuck, mom," Paul said, "so how about the details."

"Yeah,' Mark added, "even though seeing you well fucked makes us both very hard."

I made myself a sandwich with leftover grilled chicken. I then sat at the kitchen table with them and shared my day. All the lusty details of sucking cock and fucking. It was the time with the two most senior men that had them most interested. I hadn't realized I had begun fondling a breast and rolling a nipple until I noticed both boys attention frequently dropping to my breasts.

"A Board meeting at his home. How many?"

"Mr. Tillotson said he expected six others to attend," I answered.

"Six," Mark repeated.

"Yeah," Paul added, "that makes eight."

I shook my head, "Well ... Mr. Bartels' is also thinking of inviting the other executives from the office. Mr. Tillotson has to check with the attending Board members."

"Seriously?" Mark questioned. "That would be what ... thirteen? Thirteen men using you?"

Paul jumped in, too. "I don't know, mom. Thirteen. I mean eight men is more than normal. It is rare for all six of the executives to be in the office, right?" I nodded. "Thirteen ..."

Mark stared at me for a moment. "Well," he finally said, "you'll probably be sore but ..."

Paul added with a chuckle, "You are their slut."

I looked at both of them. It was way past time. I stood and took their hands in mine and led them down the hall to my bedroom I shared with them. Was thirteen too much? I pushed that from my mind. I had my two sons who needed to fuck me now. My two sons with big cocks.

I knelt on the bed facing them. I was already naked but they weren't. I watched lustily as they both stripped off t-shirts, shorts and underwear. I stared at what I expected to see. Except that our life had become so perverted, I felt no guilt that I wasn't looking at my sons but at their hard cocks. I had been made into a slut and I accepted that. Of all the cocks I was available to, there were three that I truly desired: my two boys and Mr. Bartels. All the others were just cocks that I was available to.

"How do you want to fuck me, boys?" Words that should probably never come out of a mother's mouth but came out of mine easily and openly.

Mark laughed as he and his brother crawled onto the bed with me, their hard cocks bobbing in front of them as they did. "After what we just talked about, neither one of us wants to wait for a turn to fuck you."

I smiled at them as I leaned to kiss each. "Then ..." I giggled, "double penetration."

Paul lay on his back holding his cock straight up with a big smile on his face. So, Mark gets my ass, I thought. It didn't really matter. There cocks were equally big and both stretched me every time we did it.

I straddled Paul and quickly eased his cock into my pussy, my well-fucked pussy as the boys referred to it earlier. Once settled fully with Paul's cock deep inside me, I leaned over to kiss him. At the same time, I used both hands to spread my ass cheeks in an open and excited invitation to Mark who wasted no time. My ass was also cum-filled so he pressed his cock against that tighter hole. It opened for him and passed through the sphincter with practiced pressure. I gasped and moaned.

"OH ... FUCKKKK ... YESSSSSS," I cried out. "Ohhhh ... I looovvee ... your big ... cocks inside ... meeeeee ..." I gasped and moaned and sighed as they began moving in each hole. "Oh yessss ... fuck mommyyyyyy ... like that."

Mark thrust hard into my ass and it felt like he was going into my bowels. He reached around me and grasped my swinging breasts and mauled them as he used them to thrust into me.

Paul moaned below me, "Oh, mom ... your pussy is so hot and tight."

Somehow Paul managed to thrust hard into my pussy, too. Both cocks were plowing hard and deep, filling and stretching both holes. It was amazing and consuming. They felt it, too. When I released my orgasm, it sent both of them into their own climaxes adding their cum with that of my earlier fucking.

Their double penetration of me was powerful and emotionally impactful. They fucked me with youthful energy and the pent-up arousal of hearing me talk about my many fucks during the day and the potential Board social. I wasted no time afterward and sucked them hard, again, and they switch holes. Sometime during the night a cock was entering my pussy and the other was prodding my mouth. Oh, the energy of youth. And, I was feeling the opposite of my maturity but I would never deny them while I was giving it out to other men.

The next morning when I arrived at the office, I saw that Mr. Bartels was in his office already, too. I rarely was able to arrive before him. I dropped my purse at my cubicle and went to the restroom to change. I stared at the items in the narrow closet containing various sheer, erotic outfits and none appealed to me. I removed my blouse and skirt and hung them up.

I knocked on Mr. Bartels' door jam holding two mugs of coffee. He looked up with a smile, anticipating seeing me. I handed him a mug and took a chair in front of his desk. I slowly crossed my legs so he would see my bare pussy. He smiled. It was a fun game. He knew I was his but he enjoyed the playful way I showed him I was his.

"No enticing outfit today?" he inquired.

I shrugged. "I am tired, sir, and nothing appealed to me today. If you desire something in particular ..."

"No, just curious. You in stockings and heels is always enticing." He watched me as I sipped the coffee. "Tired ... the boys keep you busy last night?"

I smiled. He like my sons and made that known frequently. He appreciated my submission to him and took full advantage of it but also respected my relationship that had evolved with my sons. He even encouraged them to try new things with me. He had gotten them to use my ass first and help me learn to deep throat cocks.

"They were less interested in the regular office happenings and more intent in what happened with you and Mr. Tillotson. Especially the Board social." I paused. He must of sensed something and waited. I recrossed my legs, again. Buying time and teasing him. Might he be the first to fuck me today? "Sir," I resumed, "they are concerned about the Board social. Specifically, about the number of men."

"I did the math myself, Mary. I made the suggestion of including the other guys before I thought about it." I watched him. He leaned forward slightly, "You know, Mary, what I like most about your boys is how they are genuinely concerned and protective of you. You have a sexual relationship now but they don't let that get in the way of respecting and caring for you. It shows how much they love you still as their mother. They understand your role here and submission to me. They accept all that but in a way that is fully in support of you. I have suspected that their interest in hearing about your day is partly about keeping track of how you are being treated."

I nodded. "I have had thought the same."

"I think Mark and Paul were right to be concerned and to express it." He smiled and seemed very relaxed about the discussion. For the first time, I was indicating some reluctance in what was expected of me. On the other hand, he seemed to agree. "The issue is moot, however. David called me and ... well he has chickened out. Despite it being his idea, and it would have been an interesting event, he decided there wasn't a good way to determine who might or might not accept such an offer without possibly losing support of his position on the Board." He was studying me. I breathed a sigh of relief. I also uncrossed and recrossed my legs. He nodded with a knowing smile. "The truth is, Mary, I am also relieved. What we do here in the office is restricted. You understand that the Board is really my boss and David's idea ... well, there was some pressure to agree. So, yes, I am happy the way this turned out, too. Will you tell the boys I appreciate their concern for you?"

"I will, sir, thank you. You know how much they like and respect you."

He nodded. "If you three are available, might you spend the weekend with me, again? I know the boys like the pool, fitness room, and us making you air-tight," he said with a chuckle.

I laughed. Yes ... making me air-tight. The three most important men in my life inside me at the same time. As much as it was a sexual high, it was an emotional high. I never wanted this to end. Not the moment but my life as submissive, office slut, and mom-slut. I never wanted any of it to end.

THE END