My thanks to Jim Scouries for giving me this story idea in his thread about theme contests.
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For several years now, forty year old Carol Barker has been taking her son, Matthew, to work with her on the day designated for that practice. Even though he's an 18 year old high school senior now, and too old to derive the intended benefit from it, she does it anyhow. Matt is fully in favor of the idea. He gets to miss a day of school, but the other benefit is what he really likes.
Pauletta Jensen is a few years older than her friend and coworker and, on the same day, she brings her son with her to the large furniture retail store where she and Carol work. Patrick Jensen is a week older than Matt, and he favors the work custom for the same reasons as his friend and classmate does. The two ladies, who are both divorced, benefit from spending social time with each other and, especially, getting together for some hot sexual fun with each other's sons, so it is a win, win, win, win situation.
On April 26, the two women, sons in tow, signed in to work and greeted each other in the normal way. Matt and Patrick greeted each other also, but either of the young men was too busy looking at the mother of the other youth to say more than a perfunctory "Hello." Matthew was particularly interested in ogling the big, firm breasts of Pauletta Jensen. He was already aware they are totally natural, with not a speck of silicone, and he was looking forward to proving it to himself again. Her face is rather plain, with blue eyes and thick features, topped by light brown hair, but he is much more interested in the lady's sexy body and carnal skills.
Patrick was just as interested in the svelte figure of his friend's mother, and he was eager to caress every inch of her smooth bare skin. Carol is more slender than Pauletta, and has a prettier face, with fine, regular features, a slightly dusky complexion and dark eyes with dark brown, perfectly-coiffed hair. Pat was not really much interested in such details; he was just hot for her body.
First, of course, the women had to report to their work stations, where they would usually perform their duties of inputting data, but this only took a few minutes. The work is simple, and the young men already know how to do it and just about as much about their mothers' jobs as the women do themselves. After that had been taken care of, it was time for the real reason the younger generation was putting in that day at the workplace. Not much work would be done by Carol and Pauletta that day, but nobody expects to get much done on the Take Your Children to Work Day.
The furniture retailer occupies a very large three story building. The first story is mostly sales offices and show rooms where suites of new furniture are put on display to potential buyers. The second floor includes the executive offices and a warehouse for the new furniture which the buyers have picked out from the displays below them. This merchandise is crated or boxed for protection from dust or any kind of wear. The third floor is the domain of the worker bees, such as Carol and Pauletta and two smaller storage areas. One of these is filled with used merchandise being offered for sale, including floor models and furniture taken as trade-ins. The other area, the smallest of the three stockrooms, was where the two women and their sons were headed.
The warehouse filled with new furniture is always busy, with people moving about checking stock and removing goods to fill orders. The large room which contains used merchandise is less busy, but sales staff bring customers there if a preference for good quality used furniture is expressed. However, the third storage room is only officially visited no more than once or twice a month. The goods stored there are also items taken in trade, but they have been deemed too decrepit to sell. Periodically, on designated days, this junk is hauled away for disposal and, except for those days, nobody would ever have any business going there.
Except for monkey business, of course, and that was the aim of Pauletta and Carol and the youths who accompanied them. Both mothers are aware their sons are sexually active, and the young men know their mothers have neither need nor desire to remain chaste, so none of the four had any objection to the carnal arrangement. On rare occasions, the two nuclear families get together in the home of one of them, but they live on opposite sides of the large city, and it is easier and simpler and more fun to fuck and suck and otherwise enjoy themselves on their employer's time.
Neither of the young men had any wish to watch his mother cavorting sexually, nor did either woman want to put on a show for her son. Therefore, on the day before, when they selected beds or sofas or stacks of mattresses for their trysts, both women had been careful to choose a place which would be out of sight of the other couple. Sounds of sexual joy would be another matter. Nobody had any objection to those, and it was generally regarded as an enhancement to the sexual fun of everybody to hear the others crying out in ecstasy while climaxing or otherwise deriving pleasure.
Pauletta had chosen a battered old platform bed with a tall headboard, which would screen her and Matt off from Carol and Patrick, who would be cavorting on a stack of cheap bed pads only a few feet away. There was no spring on the bed to make any noise, and the mattress would be serviceable enough, for their use after she turned it over during her inspection the previous day. The pile on the other side of the headboard was of no more than canvas ticks filled with cotton, but the accumulation, as a whole, would be quite comfortable for what Carol and Pat would be using it. The first couple stopped by the bed and waited until the others were no longer visible.
Pauletta smiled at the young man, who seemed slightly nervous. "Sit down," she instructed him. "Do you remember what I did last year?"
He smiled back at the very erotic memory. "I sure do. It was really great."
