A mutual seduction between a mother and son

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I chuckled and undid two buttons. “Like this.”

“Three would be better.”

I unbuttoned the third button, which unveiled a good amount of cleavage and the front clasp of my bra. “Better?”

“Y…yes,” George stammered. “And…” He paused, cleared his throat and added, “He is a leg man and don’t be surprised if he slaps you on the ass.”

Now I was curious. George didn’t really know I looked for ways to please men. “I understand.”

“Good,” George whispered.

“One more thing. Will he want more than a visual from me?”

“I can’t say he wouldn’t like that, but you don’t…”

“Okay thanks, George. I should get going now.”

Before I took the elevator to the parkade, I went to the bathroom. My blouse was perfect now, I figured, but I remembered George mentioning the CEO was a leg man and I wanted to be prepared for that. I adjusted myself, put on some lip stick and fussed with my hair and walked out of the bathroom with my panties in my purse.

The CEO was good looking man, slender and tall, with chiseled features. I shook his hand and smiled. “I am Sandra Mattson.”

“Pleased to meet you. I am Bob Martin.” He held my hand a bit longer that most do. He pointed to a chair by the side of his desk. “Please, sit.”

It was a fine leather, armless side chair. I sat down and crossed my legs and made no attempt to tug it down from the tops of my nylons. “I understand we really screwed up and want to say how…”

He interrupted me. “Yeh but I have cooled down. You guys are a long-time reliable supplier, but no one is perfect, and I was just shocked how badly all of this was done.”

We spent a few minutes talking about the shipment and I took notes about what we needed to do to rectify things as soon as possible. I also told him we would knock something off the invoice.

“Thank you.” He was smiling now, and I noticed his eyes were angled downward. “You’re new with the company.”

I nodded. “Yes, on staff for a week now.”

“The guy you replaced was competent enough, but I like your style.”

I crossed my legs the other way around and let my dress climb higher. “Thank you. I aim to please my customers.”

I knew he couldn’t see my pussy, but the prospect was clearly on his mind. “I am looking forward to seeing more of you,” he whispered. His eyes met mine and I knew what he wanted. I wanted to give it to him, but I didn’t want him to know that. So, I dropped my pen to one side by “accident” and when I leaned over to pick it up, my legs splayed apart and in the time it took me to retrieve the pen and sit back up, Bob got a clear view of my pussy, slightly parted no doubt, and for all I knew, glistening.

He made no bones about staring between my legs and I think he was going to say something suggestive when his secretary appeared in the doorway. “Mr. Martin, the management team is waiting for you in the board room.”

I stood up and extended my hand, “Good to meet you Mr. Martin.”

“Call me Bob.” He placed my hand between both of his and said, “Tell George I am okay now and that I want you to be my account representative. No one else.”

“Of course, Mr. Martin, I mean Bob. I will be happy to service you and your company.”

“I look forward to that,” Bob said.

When I got back to the office, I reported to George and he was ecstatic. “Thanks so much and sure you can be his account rep. I hope he wasn’t too lewd to you, Sandra.”

“No worries,” I smiled. “I have got him where I want him.”

I landed two more contracts that day, both from men who I discovered also enjoyed my unbuttoned blouse, though I did not put on the show I did for Bob.

When I got home, I changed into yoga pants and a tee-shirt. When I went downstairs, I found Mark in the kitchen, stirring a pasta sauce. He was wearing gym shorts and a gray tee-shirt that was lined with sweat.

“Were you working out?”

“Yeh I was putting on a few and thought a run would do me good.”

“Nice. And you are cooking to boot.”

Mark beamed. “I know you like my sauce,” he said.

“I do,” I said.

It was then that we both clued in to the double-entendre of the word “sauce.”

I just shook my head. “Bad, bad,” I mumbled.

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