Guardian

A/N -- Hello. Chapter 2 of 2. Thanks for comments and feedback regarding the first chapter. Hope you enjoy this just as much.

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Chapter 4.1

It was the end of another long week at work. I loved being a mechanic but, by god, were people stupid. I understand a lot of people probably don't understand much about the car they drive, but I know what the fuck I'm talking about, so when some numpty on the other side of the desk wants to argue with me, it takes all the self-control I have to not leap out of my chair and beat them to within an inch of their life.

So, by Friday afternoon, I was rather fed up and looking forward to spending some time with Caroline. My mother. We hadn't actually made any plans to do anything for the weekend except for my usual rugby game on Saturday afternoon, so I figured that probably meant staying at the apartment, relaxing and some sex. Not a bad weekend, when I thought about it.

As Mum still hadn't bought a car, happy for me to drive her to and from work, or drive her about, I had to pick her up from work after I'd finished. She was usually outside waiting for me by the time I pulled up outside, but there was no sign of her today. Thinking nothing of it, I parked the car and headed into the building, stopping at the reception desk, behind which sat a blonde woman, who I guess was perhaps around 50.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"I'm here to pick up Caroline."

"And you are?"

"I'm Mark."

A smile lit up her face and I knew immediately why. "Ah, so you're the mysterious man who's put the smile on her face."

I groaned though couldn't help but smile. "What's she been saying?"

"Oh, nothing much... Just that she's enjoying life with a virile young man. You'll find her up on the third floor, sweetie. I'd be careful up there. Quite a few of her team are aware of who you probably are. They'll be like sharks."

I chuckled. "Thanks for the advice."

I bounded up the stairs before walking into an open floor planned office, desks in small blocks dotted around the office. I immediately felt a dozen pair of eyes fall upon met as I wandered through the door. Considering I was wearing a rather tight white shirt, jeans and boots, I probably made many of their dreams come true just strolling through that door. I didn't hear but certainly noticed whispered words being shared. Eventually one of them got to their feet and approached me.

"Can we help you?"

"I'm here to collect Caroline."

It clicked immediately. "Oh, you must be Mark. Wait right here, I'll go and get her."

As she disappeared, at least a half-dozen of the other women got to their feet and approached me. I wasn't used to being centre of attention but I didn't feel embarrassed or intimidated. I just threw them my easiest smile. I glanced around and noticed many would probably have been a similar age to Mum. One or two looked like they may have been in their thirties, while I don't think any of them would have been in their twenties.

"No wonder Caroline always comes into work with a smile on her face nowadays," one of the women stated, "Oh, sorry, I'm Mary," she added, offering her hand.

"Mark," gently clasping the offered hand.

She smiled, I think seductively, and I tried not to laugh. "Charmed."

I was soon introduced to all of them, usually shaking hands though one or two just had to hug me and I certainly felt their hands run up and down me.

"You must work out?" one of the others, Jessica, stated.

"I do, but I also play rugby."

"Oh, what position?"

"Centre, though I can play on the wing if required."

"So you're strong

and

fast?"

"Fast at certain things, yes. Nothing wrong with taking your time, though. Draw it out. Patience is a virtue, after all."

"And what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a mechanic. So I'm also good with my hands. Sometimes I have to be rough with things. Others require a more... delicate touch, shall we say."

I swear a wave of wetness went through the lot of them. I'll admit, I was doing it on purpose. Thankfully, I was soon rescued by the appearance of Mum, who wrapped me in a hug and shared quite the kiss with me. "Sorry I wasn't down there, sweetie. It's been a bitch of a week."

"That's fine. I was just introducing myself to your colleagues here."

She cast them a glance. "Yes, and I bet they were introducing themselves too. Weren't you girls?"

"It's not often we get a specimen like him in the office, Caroline," one of them replied.

"Agreed. Can't waste the opportunity," added another.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure you haven't." She grabbed me by the hand. "I've still got one or two things to wrap up, Mark. If you don't mind waiting in my office while I do."

"That's fine." I looked across the gaggle of women. "Nice meeting you, ladies. Hopefully we'll meet again."

There were plenty murmurs of agreement, along with a few choice phrases which I politely ignored, while I heard Mum giggle away. Once we were in the office, Mum closed the door behind her and turned to me. "I can't wait to hear about this on Monday."

"Why?"

"They've been dying to meet you. I think you just met all their expectations, if not exceeded them."

I just smiled and looked Mum up and down. She was wearing a white blouse, the top couple of buttons open, a tight black skirt that ended just above her knee, black stockings and some sensible black shoes. She looking stunning, as always. Then my eyes met hers and she returned a smile I knew well. I stepped forward as she stepped away, eventually with her back against the door. I leaned in close to her lips.

"Want to be naughty?" I asked quietly.

"Definitely," she whispered back.

I closed the curtains to the large window looking into her office as she locked the door. I wasted no time moving my hands to the side of her skirt, lowering the zipper as she wiggled her hips. Our lips met and she was already hungry for me, her tongue not taking long to enter my mouth. I just gently turned back to her desk and eventually sat her down, continuing to kiss her before she grabbed my shirt and lifted it up and off me.

"Only I get to see this, though," she stated, running a hand down my chest.

Our mouths met again and I carefully unbuttoned Mum's blouse, until I could open it. I then expertly unclasped her bra and soon she was topless. I moved a hand to her breast and gently squeezed, hearing her moan into my mouth before I loved down and sucked at one of her nipples.

"I've thought about doing this for a long time," she stated.

I stopped sucking for a second. "You should have told me."

"I knew it would happen eventually."

While I continued to suckle at her nipples, enjoying how hard they got, I felt Mum's hands move to my jeans, undoing the belt, the button and finally lowering the zipper. She then lowered those and my boxers, freeing my growing erection, gently grasping it in one of her tiny hands. She jerked me off as I kissed her again before moving my hand down towards her pussy. I teased her outside her panties, unsurprised to feel they were already wet. I then simply moved those to the side and started to finger the outside of her pussy, enjoying the slickness before I inserted one finger.

"God, I need you to fuck me," she whispered into my ear.

"In a minute."

I gently pleasured her with my fingers as she continued to jerk me off but eventually I couldn't wait any longer. I moved my hands to her panties, Mum lifting her butt so I could get those off, but thankfully she still had her stocking and heels on. I found that rather arousing, to be honest. Mum lay back on the desk and spread her legs. I teased her again, lowering my mouth to her pussy and enjoyed her taste once again. She gasped as I did so, particularly when I entered her with my tongue. But it was just to tease her as we both knew what we wanted.

Once she was ready, I stood up and positioned my cock at her entrance. She looked at me with such lust in her eyes I thought she was going to cum as soon as I entered her. She didn't, but she had to cover her mouth as I did so, as although she wasn't loud, I was left thinking the girls out in the office probably had a good idea what we were doing.

Feeling my cock completely inside her, I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders and proceeded to fuck her. Mum lifted herself up as I did so and I put a finger in her mouth, simply because I thought it would help her be quiet, though even doing that was seductive as fuck, and I fucked her that little bit harder.

She eventually dropped her legs and simply spread them wide as I planted my hands on the desk to her sides and lowered myself down to kiss her. "This is so naughty, Mark," she stated, "I love it."

"I'm going to make you cum hard at work. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a good way to end the week."

Neither of us lasted much longer. It was perhaps the fact we were fucking at her office, with a dozen women only a few feet away who likely had a very good idea what we were doing, but once she was on her way, Mum lifted herself up so she was sitting and wrapped her arms around me, moaning as the first waves of her orgasm started to hit, saying I was fucking her in just the right spot. We kissed again and hearing her moans into my mouth as she started to shudder tipped me over the edge and I started to pump her full of cum again, continuing to fuck her long after I'd finished. Eventually I stopped, both of us bathed in sweat, panting hard after our exertions. Mum leaned back, her hair plastered to her forehead, a sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed.

She was beautiful.

Keeping my left arm around her waist, I caressed her cheek with my right hand. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the moment.

"It's going to smell of sex in here," she finally said.

I couldn't help but laugh. "We'll smell of sex walking out too."

"Definite topic of conversation on Monday."

We got dressed and all Mum did was switch off her computer while tidying up her desk. I couldn't help laugh. "You planned this, didn't you?"

Mum returned a look suggesting 'Well, duh!' "And you're complaining because?"

"Not complaining. Definitely not complaining."

"I did need your help with a couple of things," she stated, opening a desk drawer and retrieving a couple of packages, "I've been online and bought a few things you may be interested in."

"What?"

"Not now. When we get home."

"Colour me intrigued."

Mum sniffed and giggled. "Definitely smells of sex in here. And, you know what, I don't care. Ready to go?"

I checked to see we hadn't forgotten anything. We were both dressed, but there was no doubt Mum had the appearance of being recently fucked. And fucked well. Mum just grabbed my hand as I opened the door and I immediately felt eyes fall on us once again.

"Leaving already?" one of them asked.

"Mark is taking me out for dinner. Aren't you?" Mum stated, ensuring she turned towards me and laid a hand on my chest.

"Of course. I was thinking that little Italian place we both love."

"Will you buy me dessert?"

"Of course. Though you will be my dessert, Caroline."

Cheesy, I know, but Mum loved my comments. Even when silly, they still made her feel special. Or made her laugh, which is precisely what I wanted. But her eyes smouldered again and I knew I was in for a good night. Again, there were a few comments, mostly about how lucky she was, while I think I was being compared to any possible husbands or boyfriends. All Mum did was wrap a hand around my waist and put her hand in my back pocket as she cheerfully bade them all farewell.

"Come back soon, Mark," was the general theme.

Once we were settled in the car, Mum turned to me. "I guarantee you one thing. All the women up there want to fuck you. Married or not."

"Good thing I'm a one-woman man then."

"Never thought about a threesome?" she asked, a twinkle in her eyes.

"You're more than enough woman for me, Caroline." Another memorable smile appeared as she leaned forward to gently kiss me. "Did you know who ever visit you at work?"

Mum laughed. "Of course not. And I definitely wouldn't have done what we just did anyway. That was for you and me only."

I drove us to that little Italian restaurant, just as I said. We were regulars there, knew the family who now ran the place rather well and they always threw in one or two free things in addition to the pizza and wine we always ordered. Mum was beautiful as always in the candlelight, though she still had the appearance of a woman who'd just been properly fucked, looking at me with that little grin on her face I knew so well.

We didn't get home too late, Mum heading straight for a shower, not surprised to hear her offer to join in. The surprise was that our desire for each other had been sated by our exertions in the office, so while there was some kissing and perhaps a little fondling, we spent most of the time simply washing each other. That was erotic enough for me, spending plenty of time washing up and down her body more times than necessary, though I certainly heard no complaints. We finished by simply standing under the water and cuddling until Mum said we should get out, otherwise the water bill would end up being horrendous.

Settling down together on the couch, Mum grabbed the little parcels she'd brought home from the office. I was intrigued by what was in them.

"I've been doing some online shopping recently. And a little reading, too," she started to explain.

"What sort of reading?"

"I bought a specific book," she continued, opening one of the parcels and taking out a book wrapped in brown paper, handing it to me, "A book specific to something I know we'd both like to try."

I tore off the paper and read the title. I couldn't help the chuckle. "So you were serious?" I asked quietly.

She put a hand on my leg. "Of course I was. But I knew both us didn't really have an idea. I mean, people talk about it and we can watch videos, but I know you like to read. So, I thought we could read about this together and then eventually try it."

"I'm intrigued as to the other parcels."

She opened one and I wasn't surprised by its contents. It went with the book and suggested Mum had already done plenty of her own research. The third parcel was something she placed under her armpit as she got to her feet. "Wait here," she told me.

"Okay."

I had a feeling I knew what was in the parcel but said nothing as Mum disappeared wearing only her towel. I sat back and simply waited for her to reappear. The sound of heels clicking on tiles caused me to turn towards her as she walked towards me. I know my jaw dropped as Mum just smiled at my reaction, unaware my growing erection was now peeking through the gap of my towel.

"What do you think?" she breathed, continuing to walk towards me until she stood in front of me. I just looked her up and down in silence. "I know you like it when I wear that little black thing with all the trimmings, but I've gathered over time that you really like me in red. So..."

She wasn't wearing a red dress, not that I would have complained. But she was reading a red bra, red glove that went up to her elbow, red panties, red garter and red stockings, while on her feet were a pair of small red heels. I wondered if she did have a red dress that would have completed the ensemble, though that would have meant I would have just taken it off.

"Do you know the best thing though?" I just shook my head. "They're crotchless," she whispered as she grabbed the sides of the towel and moved them away, exposing my rock hard cock. She trailed a finger around the head. "I take this as a sign that you approve of what I'm wearing?"

I nodded dumbly. Sometimes Mum left me incapable of speech.

"If you're wondering, I did buy a dress too, but I figured that would probably just get in the way," she continued as she straddled my lap. I simply didn't know where to look. Her eyes. Her face. Her breasts. Her body. I was feeling a little bit lost. But she sat on my so her already hot, wet pussy rested against my cock.

"So, what do you think of the book?"

"Uh... I guess we have a little reading to do."

It took all my willpower to not just start fucking her as she bent forward and gently kissed my lips. As she kissed me, she lifted herself up slightly as I felt a delicate hand grab my cock before I felt the wet warmth of her pussy once again, hearing and feeling the moan she made into my mouth at the same time. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, not breaking our kisses, as she started to gently ride me. I wrapped my arms around her back at the same time, caressing her back before moving my right hand to her left breast and giving that a gentle squeeze.

That caused her to smile and break the kiss. "On or off?" she asked quietly.

"Keep everything on. You're... you're just sexy. I can't think of anything else to say."

The smile broadened. "I'm glad you approve."

She kissed me again, bouncing softly up and down on my cock. I barely moved at all, simply enjoying her kiss and the feeling of being inside her once again. After our sweaty fuck at her office, this was rather sedate, though we always mixed up our lovemaking. She broke the kiss again and moved her head next to mine.

"I can't wait to feel your cock in my arse," she whispered in my ear. I couldn't help but chuckle as she leaned back to meet my eyes. "What's so funny?" she wondered.

"I'm sorry, but... Listen, I know I want it. I know you want it. But, in the background of it all, my mother just told me she wants her son to fuck her in the arse."

She gently kissed my lips again. "Caroline wants her lover in her arse."

"I know."

"I've been thinking about it a lot," she muttered as she started to ride me that little bit quicker. I guess she found the idea exciting. I certainly did.

I gently grabbed her by the back of her neck and put her forehead against mine. "Do you want to be on all fours as I pound your little arse?"

"Oh god yes!" she cried as she rode me even faster. I could feel my groin get even wetter as I knew she was getting closer to an orgasm.

"Or how about on your back, arse in the air, with your legs pushed back as I..."

"Oh god, Mark, I'm so close..."

I immediately put my hands on her hips and started thrusting up. Mum kissed her hard, her tongue in my mouth as she started to moan once again. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the empty apartment as I felt the usual tingle in my balls of an approaching gallon of cum ready to be fired into my Mum once again.

Mum broke the kiss and started to moan, making those little noises she made for me when she was nearly there.

"Cum for me, Caroline," I whispered.

She grabbed me by the back of my neck and looked me in the eyes, a gaze of such intensity it nearly sent me over the edge. Then she shut her eyes, opened her mouth and moaned loudly, bucking against me wildly as she finally came. As I've often said, Mum's a trooper and she powered through that orgasm, continuing to ride me hard and fast as she put her head on my shoulder.

"Oh god... Mark..."

She realised I hadn't finished yet as she eventually came to a standstill. She took a few deep breaths, her head still on my shoulder as I just kissed her cheek. She leaned back, cheeks flushed as usual, before she gently kissed my lips. Then she climbed off my cock and pushed me down to lie on couch, spreading my legs and taking my length in her mouth. She looked up to meet my eyes and, popping my cock out of her mouth, said, "I taste good, don't I?"

"You are so naughty."

"I think you taste better though, Mark. Are you going to cum in my mouth?"

"Give it a couple of minutes."

My cock disappeared in her mouth again and she kept looking up, in my eyes. I'm sure most guys love it, but when it's someone as beautiful as my mother, and the fact she is my mother, that's enough to drive anyone crazy. It wasn't long before I felt the tingle again, groaning as I felt cum escape cock. Mum squealed as the first shot entered her mouth, obviously surprised, before she clamped her lips around the head and helped, jerking me off at the same time as I felt more cum flow.