I know mom manipulated me. She picked those two and made sure I went on the factory floor. I wonder, would she have noticed the same things I did? Probably not. I think my time in the military taught me a lot about machinery and maintenance. Neither of us knows squat about a factory, but I think people are more inclined to talk to me. Mom is too formal and pampered; she would freak out from all that dirt and smell. To me, I have experienced much worse.
I get it. Jane works for a few days, but her heart isn’t into it. I wonder how I will feel in a year or two. I guess we will find out. I boot up the computer, log on, change my password. Then I must do three hours of compliance training. YIKES! With so many businesses in our holding company, I must take a bazillion short courses plus the fifty security courses.
While wearing my headphones and watching the training, I pause it as my door slowly opens. My mother is cautiously opening my door. At seeing me in dad’s chair, she breaks out in tears. My heart goes out to her. I get up and take two steps towards my mom before my head is twisted and stopped due to the headset still on my head. I shed the headset and hug mom hard, smashing her breasts into me as she goes from crying to giggling as she remembers why I do this.
Mom is still giggling as she says, “This brought back so many memories of your father sitting at that desk with me walking in. After a while, the chairs and couch smelled too much like pussy juice; I had to replace those.” I laugh. “Sorry if the desk smells. Your father wound bend me over the desk from this side, so I had the nice view as he fucked me.”
I continue laughing, “I will get some baby wipes.”
Mom closes the door, then walks back to me. I am pushed out of the way as she stands in front of my desk. No fucking way! She pulls down her panties. There is a knock on the door, then it opens. OH SHIT! I’m standing in a room alone with my mother, and her panties are down around her ankles. How do I explain this?
I don’t need to. Jane walks in quickly and closes the door.
While grinning ear to ear, she says to us with her sexy voice, “Don’t stop on account of me. I want to see how this is done.”
Mom turns back around and bends over, so her breasts are on my desk. She reaches behind herself and pulls up her skirt. My heart is in my throat. That’s such a sexy sight. A woman on my desk, no panties, and she’s holding up her skirt, leaving her ass and pussy for my inspection. Two hops, and her legs are spread wide.
In a fraction of a second, my pants are down, and I push my cock into my mother’s beautiful pussy. I know the correct depth. I push in just far enough, so I only graze her cervix. I then start a slow thrusting of my hips. This is a fantastic feeling. I love going slow and taking my time. Nothing is better. I love the feeling of my veins stroking her walls. I love my shaft slowly sliding against her pussy walls. I love gauging the depth, so I never hit her cervix too hard. I could do this all day.
Jane interrupts us, “Mom, we need to talk to the circuit board CEO in seven minutes.”
So much for a good slow fuck. I am now at my fastest speed. No time to play around and extend orgasms or make her work for her orgasm. No. I need to get her there as fast as possible.
Jane helps, “We have no time to clean up. Mom will pull up her panties, and they will get soaked with your cum as it dribbles out. She will have your cum between her legs until 11:00, when she gets a break. Then I will come in, remove her panties, and clean her up.”
I spew my cum when mom corrects her, “No, Betty will clean me up while I am on the phone.”
Betty has been her secretary for over twenty years. I unload a massive load of cum into my mother. I know others are around, I suppress my scream. Mom has no self-control; she screams her head off. I pull out, and Jane is on her knees to clean my cock. Mom stands up, drops her skirt, picks up both sides of her panties, and pulls up. She opens my door, walks out, says hi to Betty, who is standing outside my door with mom’s mail and a shit-eating grin on her face.
Betty says to me, “Welcome, Mr. Shoemaker. It sounds like it’s going to be fun around here again.”
My jaw drops to the floor, and both mom and Betty walk off giggling like children. I’m thrilled to see mom happy. Jane leaves my office in a great mood as well.
As she walks past me, “Get back to your training.”
I do my training and then go through my email. Betty has already filtered out the garbage and sent me reports and background information on all the companies not doing as expected or projected. The two in Syracuse are at the top of the list.
She has already worked out a schedule with Sandy so that my calendar shows the days I work at Global and what I will be doing there. They have been preparing for me. All companies now use a standard email system, and they each have their own servers with their names. Trusts exist between all of them, so we can collaborate directly. Somehow, I bet this involves me.
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For a year, I do a lot of traveling to see all the companies, meet the people, and then return to see progress and, in a few cases, to look in on the modernization. I was right about the circuit boards. The consultants didn’t understand the differences in our business. However, I raked him over the coals for not speaking up, talking to mom, or implementing the other suggestions they had. His attitude improved significantly after that.
The following year, I worked with all our companies to buy from each other and share research and development. We ended up creating an R&D company that supports all our companies now. IT, engineering, and maintenance are more of a group thing than an individual company thing. This has helped efficiency, licensing, knowledge sharing, and allowed the small companies the benefits of a far larger company. We are having a huge upswing in the companies, and we are making a bunch of money.
I have my own administrative assistant, Betty’s daughter Kim, and am happier now than I’ve been in years. We take vacations twice a year and blow boatloads of money having fun and seeing amazing things.
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It’s a Monday in late September. I have been called to a conference room to sit in on a meeting. Every year, mom has given me a project. I have been expecting this for a while now. This is most likely going to be my next project. It’s 9:30, Kim refills my coffee. Ut oh, she looks nervous. This is bad. I should run now, but where do I go? They have proven that no place on earth is safe them mom and Jane.
I stop and look at her, “Um, you want to tell me about it?”
Kim is nervous and twirling her hair, something she does when it’s bad news. Kim shakes her head no.
I ask, “Is it too late to just run and leave?”
Kim can’t talk. She tries, but nothing happens. Everyone is staring at me with wonder. I didn’t do anything wrong. Kim will only point to the conference room. My senses are heightened. What could scare this woman so much? Is mom in danger?
With renewed interest, I rush to the conference room to verify mom and Jane are ok. I knock on the door, and all talking stops. Previously several women were talking, and they seemed pretty happy. Now, it’s deathly silent in there. I open the door and almost close it immediately. Sitting on the right side of the table is mom and Jane. Opposite from them is Sophia and Vickie. There is only one chair left at the end of the table between Sophia and mom.