Camille My Boyfriend's Mother

Author's note:

This is the 4

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and final chapter in a series about a young woman who is seduced by her boyfriend's mother.

All supportive or constructive comments and feedback are appreciated.

Main Characters

Nicole

- 19 yo college freshman. 5'2", 115 pounds, dirty blonde hair, C cup.

Camille

- 46 yo corporate executive. 5'9", 125 pounds, long dark hair, B cup.

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Camille, My Boyfriend's Mother Part 04

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"Welcome to Global Alliances!" the HR manager beamed to the dozen people reporting for their first day of work. The HR Manager had spent the morning giving them an overview of the company and its policies. "Now you'll meet with your manager and have lunch with them in our cafeteria. Are there any questions?"

The butterflies restlessly fluttered in my stomach. I had broken up with Josh shortly after his grandmother's 75

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birthday party over a year ago now when the awkward messiness of my sexual relationships with both Josh and his mother Camille had proven too much for any of us to handle.

Three months ago, a Global Alliances corporate recruiter contacted me, asking if I'd be interested in an internship working in Planning and Logistics, and that Camille had specifically requested that I be offered the position.

I was shocked, thinking that Camille had surely moved on with her life and had long since forgotten about me. I was initially hesitant to accept the internship because of how badly everything ended between me, her, and her son, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Global Alliances was a Fortune 500 company, and the internship would give me all the professional experience I needed to pair with my degree to snag a good job after graduation.

As whirlwind as my relationship with Camille had been, I still looked back fondly on my time with her. She was the smartest and most graceful woman I'd ever met, and I learned more from her in our short time together than I did in all my years of school. She was worldly, fashionable, and sophisticated in all the ways I could never dream of being.

I still didn't know what she ever saw in me, but I was determined to put the past behind me and take advantage of this opportunity, although I still had no idea what to expect when I saw Camille. For a long time, I wondered if she hated me after I cut off all contact with her and Josh. I assumed this internship was her way of extending an olive branch, but I couldn't help wondering if it came with any strings attached. I told myself I'd keep our relationship strictly professional this time, but given our intimate personal history, I was unsure if that was even possible, or if I was just deluding myself.

I'd worked hard in college, and I told myself that I'd earned this opportunity because of my qualifications. Nevertheless, it bothered me that I'd been offered the internship, even though I didn't even apply for it. There were four other interns at the new hire orientation, and they talked about the rigorous interview gauntlet they had to survive to earn their positions, and I suddenly felt guilty knowing I'd been gifted my internship, although I was always taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I followed the group of new hires as we left the conference room and passed through what seemed like an endless maze of hallways to the company cafeteria.

"Nicole, I believe your manager, Camille, is right here," the HR Manager said with a wave, and I stood awkwardly as Camille stepped up to me.

"Nicole, I'm so glad to have you working with me for the next six months," Camille smiled warmly as she extended her hand.

With the intimate nature of our relationship, a mere handshake almost seemed rude and dispassionate. I wanted to give her an embrace, but the cafeteria was teeming with employees, and I tepidly took her hand in mine and shook it, suddenly feeling awkward and gangly.

Her skin was still olive toned and soft, but her hand was bonier than I remembered, her fingers more slender, although the touch of her skin on mine triggered all the memories of our time together and made my spine tingle in excitement. She looked exquisite as ever, although thinner and somehow more frail. Nevertheless, she still exuded a distinguished sophistication, her skirt and blouse both stylish and refined.

I returned her smile. "Thank you for offering me this position," I said gratefully.

"Nonsense, you've earned it, and you know it," she insisted. "Now let's go get some food. The cafeteria gets crowded during lunch hour. If you're okay, we can take the food back to my office and eat in there."

"Of course," I replied, just taking in the whole situation and following her lead.

The company cafeteria was a food court with a variety of stations serving various cuisines. It was a far cry from the dreary cafeteria at the factory where my father worked that I visited on a 'take your kid to work day" about a few years earlier with its unappetizing and uninspired offerings.

The lines were long, but the service was fast, and I dutifully followed Camille as we grabbed two plates of baked salmon and French cut beans. She paid for our meals, and then I followed her back into the maze of hallways. She climbed a set of stairs and led me to a wing with a series of executive offices before entering a large office with her name etched on a glass panel. Inside, the spacious office had large glass windows overlooking a large pond on the corporate campus.

"Go ahead and close the door so that no one bothers us during lunch," Camille remarked as she sat down behind a big oak desk.

I was dumbfounded by the grandeur of the executive office area. Camille's office was larger than some hotel rooms I'd stayed in. I remembered my father walking me around his factory during that "take your kid to work day", and his manager's office was a broom closet, by comparison.

"It's good to see you again, Nicole. I've missed you," Camille said as I took a seat in the visitor's chair in front of her desk.

I was still treading carefully, still feeling like I needed to clear the air between us.

"I'm sorry how things ended. I - it was all just more than I could take at the time, and -," I apologized.

"Stop," Camille halted me as she held up her hand. "The past is in the past. You can't go back, so it's no use worrying about what cannot be changed. All you can do is move on in life."

I smiled appreciatively. "How is Josh doing?" I asked cautiously.

"He transferred out of state after his freshman year," she answered wistfully. "But he's doing well. He's more focused on his studies and finally living up to his potential."

"I'm happy to hear that," I replied earnestly.

"Listen, I don't want things to be awkward between us," she elaborated. "I offered you this internship because you've earned it, and I know how good you are. I have contacts at the university who spoke very highly of your academic record."

I was speechless knowing that Camille had been watching over me.

"I don't know what to say," I replied candidly.

"I see you're wearing the outfit we bought at that boutique," she said as she eyed my pleated skirt and cream colored blouse. "It's a smart choice, although of course I'm biased."

"I owe you a lot," I confessed. "I can't repay you for everything you've done for me, but I do intend to be the best intern possible, and I'll do anything you need me to do."

"I know you will. That's why I hired you."

I took a deep breath, fearful that my next words could poison my internship before it even started, but I needed to get it off my chest. "I don't mean to be rude, but things can't go back to the way they were before."

Camille sat back in her executive chair and stared at me for a moment. "Oh Nicole. Nothing in life can ever be as it was before. I've changed. You've changed. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but all you can do is live your best life today. But relax. I ask nothing of you except to be my intern over the next six months."

"That I can do," I promised.

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Camille had a desk right outside her office set up for me, and I spent the rest of the afternoon getting situated and reviewing training materials. As the week progressed, I accompanied Camille to many of her on site meetings, phone calls, and remote meetings, taking notes and just trying to soak it all in.

I was initially lost in the corporate specific jargon and issues, but Camille was a patient mentor. Soon the maze of hallways began to make sense, and I found myself beginning to follow along on the meeting discussions, even if I still wasn't able to contribute much to the discussions.

The other people in Camille's department were friendly, although I noticed they seemed guarded around me. Word began to make its way around the office place that I was single, and young men from other departments paid more attention to me, although I was careful to draw professional boundaries. I knew how messy workplace romances could be, and I was determined to develop and maintain my professional reputation.

I gained a whole new appreciation for Camille's business acumen after following her around for a few weeks. She possessed a shrewd business sense and problem-solving instinct that steered her team to a clear direction when others were lost in confusion. Camille was every bit as alluring and sophisticated as ever, but she was even more cunning and assertive in business meetings. With her combination of beauty and intelligence, she charmed the other executives with her wit and dazzled the rank and file with her business knowledge.

"How do you do it?" I asked her one night after about a month of working at Global Alliances.

It was past 7 pm, and we were the only two workers left in the office.

"Do what?" she asked.

"It's like you know the right thing to do in every situation," I said admiringly.

"With age comes wisdom," Camille laughed. "I've made many mistakes, but I've learned from them. Hopefully, you're learning the right way to do things, so maybe you won't have to repeat my mistakes later on."

"I suppose. It's just hard to imagine me ever knowing half of what you know."

"Nicole, it's late. What do you say, we go out for dinner. My treat. No strings attached."

"But I've still got these reports - " I started.

"And those reports will still be there in the morning," she insisted as she took the paperwork from my hands and placed it back down on my desk. "Besides, I'm your boss, and I'm telling you it's okay to leave."

I marveled at my good fortune on how this internship had turned out. I'd talked with other interns at Global Alliances, and they complained how they were little more than glorified secretaries, performing the grunt work that the more experienced staff didn't want to do, whereas I was running advanced analytical reports and multivariate analyses.

A half hour later, a waiter seated us at an upscale restaurant. The lighting was dim, but the atmosphere was warm, and there was a string quartet playing on a small stage.

I thumbed through the menu and was shocked by the prices. I could comfortably feed myself for a month for what they wanted to charge for a single meal.

Camille saw my dismay. "It's okay, I know how much you make. That's why it's my treat, remember. Please, order what you like."

That set me at ease, although I still shook my head as I looked at the extravagant costs for their decadent desserts.

"So tell me, are you dating anyone?" Camille casually asked after the waiter took our orders.

I laughed. "No, I might as well have lived in a convent more recently. I've just been focused on my studies."

"There's a work life balance," Camille advised. "You work to live. You don't live to work."

"I feel like I can relax after I'm successful like you, but I need to get there first."

Camille reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "Always stop to smell the roses along the way. I love your drive and work ethic, but you're going to burn yourself out if you continue like you're talking. Listen, Global Alliances, really any company, they don't care about you. They'll eat you up and spit you out. It's not worth it, so take care of yourself, Nicole. Always put your own needs first."

"What about you? Are you doing okay?" I asked, suddenly realizing I'd been so focused on myself that I never stopped to consider Camille's emotional well-being.

Camille sat back and took a second to collect herself. In the dim restaurant lighting, the lines on her face appeared deeper, and her eyes somehow looked more tired and haggard than I remembered.

"Life has its ups and downs," she smiled unconvincingly.

After all that we'd been through and all that she'd done for me, I couldn't just let it be.

"You can tell me," I persisted. "I mean, I know I said I wanted to keep this whole internship thing professional between us, but I can't pretend we don't have a past, either."

Camille wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you for that," she politely replied.

Her hands were clasped together on the table, and I reached across and placed my hands on hers, the same way she had done to reassure me a few minutes earlier, only now it was my turn to return the favor. Her hands were shaking in mine as I looked into her eyes, and I saw the vulnerability and pain masked by her beauty.

"You have everything," I reassured her. "A great career, beauty, wealth. You've been my mentor. I wouldn't be who I am today without you. You're a good woman with a kind heart. You've raised a good son, and Josh is doing well now. What else could you want?"

"Love," she softly answered.

"But you're the one who told me love is the rarest thing in the world. You can't spend your life waiting on a moment that may never come," I reminded her.

"I remember," she said fondly.

"You've got so much to live for."

"I'm sorry. I just realize I'm getting older," she explained with a heavy sigh. "As you said, I have my career, beauty and wealth, so much I should be grateful for. And yet I come home every nigth to a big empty house, but it's not your problem to solve."

"Camille, you've got so much to offer. Men and women would line up at your door for the chance to be with you."

"It's not that simple," she countered.

"But you can't just give up. You have to try."

"I love you," she blurted out, and I froze in my seat. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, and she struggled to hold herself together and not break down in the middle of the restaurant.

Camille picked up her napkin and dabbed at her eyes as she composed herself. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment and just shook her head as she sighed, and then she looked back down at me and began to speak.

"It was hard for me after you left," she admitted. "I struggled to move on. It's like nothing I ever did was good enough for anybody."

"Camille, that's not true - " I started, but she stopped me.

"Please, just let me say this. It's hard enough as it is."

I bit my tongue and let her proceed.

"You know my parents are disappointed in me because of my failed marriage," she continued. "And Josh and I had a strained relationship. And then I lost you, and it's like my whole world fell apart."

I wanted to speak, but I knew the moment wasn't right, and Camille continued.

"The older I get, the more I realize the money and professional success, they don't matter. You can't take it with you, as they say. Josh and I are getting along well now, but I think the quality of our relationship is inversely proportional to our distance. The farther apart we are, the better our relationship, so now that he's in college out of state, we get along better. But what does that really say about us?"

"But losing you hit me harder than I could've ever imagined," she confessed. "And I don't want this to be your burden because it's not your problem. It's not fair to you. I know all the reasons we shouldn't be together. I'm too old, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Let alone the fact that you used to date Josh and now you're my intern. But you deserve to be happy in life, to have a marriage and raise a family. I don't want to take those things away from you, and I don't want you to be with me out of pity."

"But you do want to be with me?" I realized.

Camille shook her head. "I love you, and my love for you is selfless, not selfish. I want what's best for you, Nicole, and I know that's not me."

I moved my chair around the table so that I was sitting next to Camille, and then I wrapped my arms around her as she laid her head on my shoulders, her tears wetting the fabric on my blouse.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," she apologized as she looked up and wiped her eyes with her table napkin. "Now do you still think I have everything?"

I looked Camille in the eye, and we held each other's gaze for a long moment while time seemed to stand still.

"I love you just way you are," I decided.

"I don't need your pity," Camille insisted.

Then I leaned forward and impulsively kissed her. Her soft lips melted into mine, and we held the kiss for a few seconds and then remained close, our lips still touching and her breath exhaling into my mouth.

"Let's go back to your house," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" she asked cautiously.

I took her by the hand and stood up from my seat. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I smiled.

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Fifteen minutes later we were crashing through the front door of Camille's house. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, and we were ripping each other's clothes off.

I kicked off my high heels, and my skirt and blouse were scattered in the entryway as we quickly made our way to the living room. Both of us were only dressed in our bra, panties, and stockings. Our lips were locked together, and our hands were all over each other.

Camille laid down on the sofa on her back while I stood over her. She spread her legs wide, letting her left leg rest against the seat back while her right leg was planted on the floor. I stood on my knees between her legs and looked down at her long slender body.

She looked back up nervously, somehow afraid that maybe I wasn't still attracted to her. But I lowered the shoulder straps on my bra and pulled down my cups, exposing my C cup breasts. And then I leaned over Camille and braced my arms on the arm rest, so I was standing on all fours over her body.

My breasts hovered over Camille's face, and I jiggled my titties, and the temptation proved too great for her. She wrapped her lips around my tit and began suckling like a baby on my bosom.

I fell down on top of her as she continued sucking on my tit. We each turned on our side facing each other, although she kept her lips firmly clamped around my teat the whole time, her tongue licking all over my areola and flicking at my nipple.

I stroked Camille's hair as she wrapped her legs around my body. For so long, she had taken the lead role in our relationship, but now she felt so vulnerable as she laid in my arms, as if I was a mother comforting a child.

But then Camille's fingers reached into my panties, and her fingers dragged along the length of my slit, her skin running over the folds of my flaps. I wrapped my arms around Camille's head as she continued suckling on me, and I kissed her on the head.

"I love you," I whispered.

Then she finally let go of my breast, the saliva dripping from her lips as she looked up at me.

"Don't tease me," she said.

I just smiled at her, but then I sat up on the sofa between her legs. Camille's hand slipped out of my panties, her fingers glistening in my juices as I looked in her eyes and then down to her lacy black panties.

Camille laid flat on her back, lifting her behind off the cushion for a second so I could pull off her panties. I tossed them aside, and the sweet aroma of her arousal hit my senses, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water to feast on her moist mound.