A mutual seduction between a mother and son

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I sat on the edge of the sofa, spread my legs wide, smiled first at Bob and then at Amos and I said, “Gentlemen, thank you for the opportunity to demonstrate the many benefits of serving your fine company.”

The men looked at each other. These two experienced, savvy businessmen did not have a plan. That had not even considered what they might say to ensure I would feel safe and appreciated. Their entire focus had been on seeing my wet pussy.

They broke the ice at the same time. “Wow, and double wow.” Bob said that while Amos said, “You look amazing, Sandra.”

“Thank you, boys.” I ran my hand along the surface of the chaise. “I see there was a strategy to the remodelling.”

Amos laughed. “Bob said you would notice and comment.”

“Amos, I am sitting her naked. My nipples are erect, my pussy is glistening, and my ass is feeling left out. I am not surprised or uneasy about the chaise lounge to my left. It will be more comfortable for me putting on a show for you there than here on this sofa.”

“Show?” Bob raised his eyebrows.

I stood up and turned around. “What do you think of my big ass?”

“You have a crazy ass, babe,” Amos said, his voice a sultry baritone.

“I want to live there,” Bob said. His voice, though, was scratchy.

“I angled my head around. “Well, Bob, my ass is not for rent.” I crawled across the sofa to the chaise section, my ass cheeks shifting back and forth as I made my way. Then I swing around, raised my legs and planted my high heels far apart, ran my hands over my breasts until they rested on either side of my open pussy, and whispered, “So, what’s the first order of business, gentlemen?”

For the next hour the only business discussed had to do with how to move and position my body so they could see every inch of it. Bob had me raise my arms because he wanted to see the gradual concave slope of my underarms. Amos had a thing for me spreading my pussy lips and tugging on them. Bob moaned when I reached underneath and lightly scratched my anus with my long red fingernails. I didn’t speak. I just followed their instructions. It was extremely taboo and erotic at the same time. The only challenging times for me was when they spoke about my body to each other as I were not there or, worse, a piece of meat.

“Didn’t I tell you her pussy is incredible?”

“Hard to believe those tits aren’t plastic.”

“God, her hole is dripping.”

“Just look at that tight pucker hole.”

I wasn’t shocked or anything, but I had not anticipated porn talk and it took me a while to adjust.

Eventually, Amos cleared his throat. “We have another meeting to get to, Sandra.”

“Of course.” I got up and made my way to the change area. When I reappeared, Amos was gone. Bob told me they were late so Amos had to get going and sent his deep regrets for not being here to help me present you with this. He handed me a sealed manila envelope. “Open it later,” Bob said. “Trust me, you will like what you see.”

He was right. I opened the envelope in my car to find four purchase orders, one for each new store, and a significant re-order for their current 12 outlets. George would flip. I almost didn’t notice the card that had slipped down to the bottom of the envelope. Inside was a business card for a woman named Evangeline. Just a first name and a phone number were on the card. Other than that, there was no explanation. I had no clue who she was or why they wanted me to call her, but I knew I would.

I got home that night before Mark and by the time he got home I was on my second bottle of wine and had smoked some oil. Stoned and drunk and naked and in the mood for something to make me shake off the feelings of objectification that had crawled into my head.

As Mark walked into the living room, I sat back on the sofa and opened my legs. He sat down next to me and without a word, slipped two, then three, then four fingers in my sopping cunt and began pounding me. He pounded me so hard that my tits bounced. I squirted three times in 10 minutes and literally passed out. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. Mark had covered me with a blanket and tucked a pillow under my head. I peed in the dark but turned on the light to wash my hands and brush my teeth.

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