So, maybe based on true events. Several years ago while attending a conference for my then employer, had a presentation by a Mom and son team as described in the story. As the day long presentation went on, it seemed to me as if there was a very complex relationship going on...lots of touches, looks and caresses and so the idea for a story began and now I've finally set it down on paper. I hope you like it. As always, this is a work of fiction...inspired by real life events, changed just enough. The characters exist only within my wishful imagination. If I'm anywhere near accurate, it was luck...lol. Again, enjoy!
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I managed to time my graduation possessing my not so marketable English Lit degree with the onset of the latest recession and quickly found myself despairing over ever finding a job that I trained for. Luckily, my Mom was equally despairing over the sudden departure of her computer tech partner and since I was a computer nerd from before I had even hit puberty, she pulled a few strings and I stepped into the position without Mom's sales tour hitting a snag.
Mom is a sales rep extraordinaire for an educational software company and is on the road most of the time, presenting her company's latest efforts or doing training seminars. Mom knows her stuff, but her presentations need a good computer savvy partner who can keep pace with her, making sure her programs are cued up when she needs them and that the internet is straining at the leash to do her bidding. My mother in action is a marvel to watch, a short, fiery dynamo, dazzling and thrilling her audience while raking in record sales each year.
In a darkened conference room or auditorium, I sit in the back and fiddle and manipulate my laptop and assorted hard-drives and it becomes almost a dance as I initiate programs or activate links as Mom does her sales spiel, her potential buyers' eyes riveted on her constantly in motion body, entranced both by her powerful enthusiasm for her products and by her hot body.
Yes, I said hot body. I'm not such a nerd that I don't recognize that my own mother is a very sexy and attractive woman. As my father had said more than once about his ex-wife, "Celeste is a lot of woman in a small package!" Mom stands five foot, one and at one hundred and fifteen pounds, is a bundle of delicious curves -- buxom with a trim waist and a shapely, tight butt. Short, sandy blonde hair frames her brilliant blue eyes, a pert nose and luscious, seemingly always moist lips. Mom packages her body in a dark blue company blazer, brilliantly white blouses and short skirts that end a couple of inches above the knees and show off her short, but very shapely legs.
Mom always makes sure that the blouses are unbuttoned more than enough to advertise her full 32DD breasts whenever she leans over a potential customer to make a point about the product. I've lost count of the number of leers I've seen from school superintendents and instructional coordinators and other academic types in the few months I'd worked for Mom, but at the end of the day, there have almost always been healthy orders for the company's product.
Mom offers up no regrets or apologies for her approach and to be truthful, her enthusiasm over the product sells our software as much as her sex appeal, but as Mom has told me more than once, "You use what you've got, John, to get the job done."
And I offer no apologies for admiring Mom's form. I've long known how sexy she was -- my high school friends voting her our community's number one MILF. I freely confess to using Mom as jerk-off fantasy material several times over the years when my interests weren't diverted by Angelina Jolie or Megan Fox or any of the multitude of girls in high school and college that caught my fancy. Mom probably helped fuel those occasional thoughts as after divorcing my father when I was twelve, she began having a very active sex life at the same time she began encountering success with the software company. Since I mostly lived with Dad during my teenage years, I didn't see all that much of her, but when I did stay with her, she made no secret about having lovers, and though I rarely saw them, many was the night I could hear them making Mom moan with pleasure.
Even with that kind of stimulation, my tendencies to think of Mom as a sex object decreased as I finally caught my height and began to fill out and the acne disappeared from the scene and I began to actually get lucky now and again and eventually began having long term relationships with women in high school and college. Even now, even though I admired Mom as a sexy woman, my own pursuits kept me from doing much fantasizing about her.
Life on the road followed a pretty standard routine. We would spend three-four days in a hotel -- each of us with a separate room or suites, doing our sales pitch during the day and usually eating breakfast and dinner together. During lunch, I was usually on my own while Mom schmoozed the potential buyers. At dinner, Mom and I would go over the day's work -- discussing any glitches or issues or other business and then we would say goodnight to each other and go our own way. Sometimes for us both that meant work on our various aspects of the job, but more often than not, it meant we both went cruising for sex.
I liked the clubs catering to the dance music of my age group and would cruise them looking for someone to hook up with for a night of hot, nasty sex. Where Mom went, I haven't a clue, but her success rate was better than mine judging from the number of times I would come back in from an early morning run to see a guy quietly leaving her room. As she had done since I was a teenager, Mom favored the younger, buff guys -- blonde and tall more often than not and usually several years younger than her forty-four years. I amused me and sometimes made me curious as to what the attraction was -- but I suspected that if Mom was the whirring dynamo in bed that she was during a sales presentation, she needed a young guy just to keep up with her.
Such was my life for several months after college and to tell the truth, I liked the work, I liked working with my smart, vivacious and sexy Mom and I liked the money and my share of the sales commissions. I was socking away a good bit of cash for a rainy day, enjoying my life and didn't plan on changing anything in the short term. Then came Nashville.
We were doing sales seminars in Nashville, Tennessee in a conference room at a grand old hotel downtown -- staying for ten days while making presentations to the city's large school system as well as surrounding county school systems. We checked in and were given our rooms -- separate as always, only to discover it was part of a converted suite with our rooms joined by a common door. The first couple of days this actually suited our needs pretty well as we geared up for a long run of presentations, allowing us to visit each other to clarify items and issues for our presentations.
The first three days went off without a hitch and Mom was very pleased by the orders already placed, telling me at dinner that if the entire trip kept being this profitable, certain bonus triggers would kick in for us both. I kissed her goodnight and began to explore downtown Nashville while entertaining thoughts of maybe being able to afford one of those new/retro Cameros about to hit the market.
Hell, I was still in a pretty good mood when I returned to our hotel having struck out at several downtown bars and clubs. I was a bit horny and disappointed, but the thought of that possible bonus kept me smiling as I rode up the elevator and unlocked the door to my room. I was thinking about whether I wanted my new ride in black or cherry red as I reached for the light only to stop when I heard Mom say in a hoarse voice, "Come here -- Momma wants to suck that big cock!"
It was then that I realized that there was a shaft of light coming from where the connecting door was located. I pulled my hand away from the light switch and slowly and quietly crept into the room until I came to the door that connected my room to my mother's. It was ajar, maybe four or five inches. Cautiously, I peered into Mom's room and had to reach out and brace one hand against the wall to keep my balance.
I had a perfect view of Mom in profile, kneeling on her bed, wearing a black corset that lifted up but did not cover her breasts which were heaving with excitement, her nipples like thick, elongated nickels. Mom's eyes were shiny with lust and she licked her lips anxiously as a young and naked man climbed onto the bed. He was skinny with longish blonde-brown hair -- an erect cock emerging from a nest of sandy colored pubes.
Mom reached out and taking it in her hand, looked up at the man as she began to stroke it and purred, "Bet you can't wait for Momma's lips to be wrapped around that big thing!"
The guy who I suddenly felt nearly insane with jealousy over, gasped as he murmured, "Jesus, you're fucking hot!" as his fingers slipped into Mom's short, blonde hair and gently, but urgently guided her face towards his swollen penis.
I felt a sudden pressure in my own crotch and part of me was stunned to realize I had an almost instantaneous erection of massive proportions while the rest of me was stunned to hear Mom say, "I bet your Mom would suck this hard cock if you asked!" before sliding her lips over the throbbing head, her tongue emerging to swirl around the ridges of his helmet and then slipping more of him into her mouth, her eyes locked on his face to gauge his pleasure.
The guy groaned as Mom began to bob her head up and down on his cock. I don't even remember undoing the buttons on my jeans or pulling my cock out, but suddenly there I was, stroking my cock as I stared open mouth at my mother sucking the cock of a guy that was close to my age! As I stood there trembling, matching my strokes to Mom's movements, it seemed that in addition to being my age, this lucky fucker had even more in common with me. His long blonde tresses were just a little lighter than mine, but the length was identical. He was tall and skinny, wiry more than muscular and like Mom and me, he had blue eyes. I was gratified to see that my cock was bigger than his, both in length and girth -- even in my nerdish teenage years, I had been unashamed to walk through the gym locker room naked -- being teased about having a monster between my scrawny legs never bothered me!
Idle thoughts that Mom was fucking a surrogate of her son washed over me and I tried to dismiss it, but I kept hearing those words -- "Momma wants to suck that big cock!" and "Bet you can't wait for Momma's lips to be wrapped around that big thing!" Then as the logical and proper part of me tried to say it meant nothing, Mom let the guy slip from between her luscious lips and moaned, "Mommy needs a good fucking right now, son!"
No sooner did the words slip from between Mom's lips than she fell back onto her back, her short, curvy legs spreading wide and even at an angle, allowing me to see for a brief but heavenly moment, her bald and wetly pink pussy. I got a glimpse of thick, short lips and glistening flesh between them before her guy moved to block my view, Mom moaning over and over, "Momma needs her baby's cock!"
Sweat poured off my forehead and I flicked my free hand to keep it out of my eyes, even as I grew dizzy and slowly sank to my knees, trying not to make noise as my right hand continued to stroke my shaft. From my angle, I could see Mom's eyes grow wide as the guy settled atop her, his hips rising to let his cock angle down -- the head pressing between those thick lips and then thrust forward, Mom crying out with carnal pleasure as he buried his erection in her wet and steamy cunt!
