When My Son Showed Up To My Work

 

When My Son Showed To Up My Work

 

 

 

 

My boss at the brothel, Yen, was a raven haired beauty, and one of my favorite playthings. Don't get me wrong. I was a literal whore, and she was my boss. But boss or not, she enjoyed my touch every bit as much as the next person. And so, that night, like on many other nights, you could find her sipping wine at my side, as my hands roamed freely along her body. 

I was caressing her lovely ass when I saw something that made me do a double-take. Then, smirking, I found myself looking at my 18-year-old Son, Steven, as he stared at me running my hand up and down my boss's ass. 

“And what, exactly, are you doing here young man?” I tried to sound angry, but failed. I was too amused. I mean, the more I thought about it, the more I should have known that him knowing where his Mom worked, meant that he also knew exactly where he could go for amazing, anytime he wanted sex. And with just a swipe of a credit card or a handful of cash. 

My boss, Madam Yen, turned her attention to my kiddo. She gave him an appraising up and down scan of her eyes as she asked, “Whose this Triss?” Because while I was Mary Smith at home, at work, I was Triss Saunter. Though most of my clients called me Missus S., or Mom. I was very much the resident MILF. That said, I definitely didn’t want to say, “My real Son” in front of the Madam. 

Instead I went with, “A client from earlier. He uh… He was looking for his Mom.” And with a smile, I smacked my boss’s lovely ass before adding, “If you know what I mean.” 

“He’s cute,” Yen purred. Then, turning to face him a bit more she made a rare offer. “I could be your Mommy sweetie.” To my surprise, Steven started nodding, and saying that he would like that very much. But, the thing is, there was a reason that I roleplayed as Mom for so many clients. And it sure as hell wasn’t because I DIDN’T think that incest was hot. So, no. No freaking way. 

Not. Happening. 

Of course, I couldn’t forbid my own boss from doing anything. So, instead I just looked into my boy’s eyes and, with a tone full of wicked promise, I told him, “I would think that, out of anyone here, you would want me to be your Mommy… Wouldn’t you Son?” 

He gulped, but, I clearly had his full attention as he looked directly at me and nodded. Now ignoring my boss. In response, Yen sighed, but conceded. She said, “Okay. But don’t use one of the rooms. Just take him over to that table.” Then she grinned and took my chin in her hand before planting a kiss on my lips. “I think it will be good for business if we put Mommy on display.” 

I nodded my agreement. Then I took my Son’s hand and led him over to the table my boss had indicated. Before he could say anything else, I’d pulled his pants down to his ankles and said, “Step”, as I had a thousand times before. When his feet were out of them, I folded his pants and boxers up, and set them aside on a chair. Then I reached out, and a shudder of pleasure went through us both as I wrapped my fingers gently around my own Son’s cock, and used my grip to urge him closer. 

“You heard her,” I said in a low, deeply sexual tone of voice. Then, as I began to slowly stroke him, I told him that, “The better you fuck me, the more people are going to see, and also want to fuck me. Now, how does that sound sweetie? Would you like to stay here until the end of my shift, and see how many people want to fuck your Mom once you’re done with me?”

Steven’s cock was getting harder and bigger with every wicked word. And, biting my lower lip, I had my answer without him needing to say a damn thing. So I just turned around, and bent over the table. Then I spread my legs, and looked back at him. “Make Mommy scream REAL loud baby. The harder you fuck me, the more people will end up watching.” 

SO many people watched! And so many people wanted to book me for the day. But, the craziest thing of all, was that, in a wild twist, they didn’t want me to roleplay as their Mom. They wanted me to keep being Steven’s Mom. Maybe it was because he stuck around to watch. But every man that paid for my time, for the rest of the night, was talking about, and wanting me to talk about, how they were fucking Steven’s Mother while he watched.

It was practically an event! The whole thing culminated in a gangbang at the end of the night, with all the guys that I hadn’t had time to get to, agreeing to pool their money and go all at the same time! 

Steven, it turned out, loved it. And it's a damned good thing that he did too, because my boss loved it too.  She loved it so much, that she offered my Son freebies once a week on the grounds that he would come back, and perform our little show on repeat.

So now, every Friday, my Son visits me in the middle of my work day. He makes a big show out of purchasing his own Mom, and then taking her right there, in front of everyone. And then… Well. Then, they gangbang his Mommy. And it’s HIS turn to watch. 

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