I stopped by the cubicle where my son was being guided in the art of doing business. Daniel, one of my co-workers, was his mentor and had grown to like him. He had said to me in private that he had a good head on his shoulders and that I should be proud. Oh, I was proud. I always showered him with praise. I just never told anyone what he showered me with.
I asked him if I could borrow my son for just a couple of minutes. He told me I could take him for longer as long as he got the results. I smiled and ushered him out of the cubicle. “Mom, what do you want?” I put my hand on his neck and squeezed. He started to whimper and cry out but silenced as soon as I looked at him.
When we got to my office I pushed him in before me and looked carefully if someone was around when I closed the door behind me. I turned around and watched my son stand there looking awkward. “What did I do?” He shrugged and put his hands down in his pockets. I closed my eyes and collected my thoughts. “You did the house maid. You did the girl cleaning the pool. And now you did … Zoe?!” I was shaking at the thought of my son spilling his seed inside or on my daughter, his half-sister. She had just turned 18 and I had found her panties under my bed this morning. I took up the panties and waved them around.
He paled and looked around, no doubt trying to escape. I walked up to him and stood as close to him as I had ever stood. I was so mad I showed my teeth. “I hope you’re not trying to deny this, are you?” He looked like a bunny trapped in the cars headlight. He blinked once and twice and shook his head. “I didn’t! I swear.” My eyes narrowed.
"Like you swore you didn’t take the pool cleaner? Like you swore that you never, ever did the maid?" I was worked up, feeling my blood flow quickly through my body. "From now on I’m taking away your fucking privileges. You want to fuck? Ask me for permission and I might grant it if I’m feeling nice. You accept that?" He nods and looks down my cleavage. "Say it then!" He looks up at me and his eyes are filled with tears. "I promise. But please, I still want to …. I still want you."
I felt like I wanted to stagger backwards from his admission but even if I immediatly felt softer for him I couldn’t let him get away with it. “But there has to be a punishment for what you did. Today is thursday. This saturday we’re invited to a party at the Millers. I don’t want you to touch any other person until then. Or yourself. You understand me?” He looked at me, shocked but still prepared for it. “I understand.”
I could feel my heart beat from the excitement of giving him a real treatment but I also felt a bit sorry for him. He was my son and yet he had accepted my full punishment of him. I felt like I couldn’t let him hang out to dry just yet. “But hey, drop your pants and let me give you your last handjob as a free man, okay?” He lit up, smile went wide from ear to ear. In two seconds he managed to step back and unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. I was impressed but tried not showing it. “And the underwear?”
He looked down. “Oh yeah!” he said. He pulled them down, showing his enormous package. He really was gifted and I understood the women who fell for his cheap charm. But his mother was the only one who could truly control his silly sex drive. I grabbed hold of his cock and immediatly when I took hold of it I could feel it grow. I started playing with it, running my hands over it, feeling it grow harder and harder. Soon he was really hard and warm, the feeling of warmth in my hand comforable. I started jerking him right away. I looked up and watched him close his eyes.
I leaned forward, feeling the blod run through my veins and hearing my heart beat in my ears. “This is the only way you can learn, baby. You do something bad then you have to be punished. Can you promise mommy never to do such a stupid thing again?” He nodded and gasped for air while my hand was working his shaft faster and faster. The tip of the penis looked painfully swollen, like it hadn’t cum for a while. I smiled, imagining him saving up for that harlot Zoe I had got with my ex-husband. I closed my eyes, feeling my blood boil when I thought of the two of them. I could hear my son whimper as I jerked him off painfully fast. “Mom! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… cum. Mom!”
The second he said that I crouched down, his dick in line with my breasts. The tip of his penis was now shiny with precum and I looked up at him, seeing him clench his jaw together. His hands holding his hips as I had teached him never to touch me while I was giving him his good time. “Are you a good boy? Is this how good Zoe makes you feel, baby?” He was closing his eyes harder and leaned his head back and made a strange sound as the first load hit my chest, the second hit a second after and a few seconds after that came the third.
After the fourth had dribbled down my hand and on the floor I returned to my senses and stopped. My son collapsed down into my chair where my visitors usually sit. I was shocked at the amount of cum he produced but I quickly found myself again. I stood up and grabbed hold of a box of tissues I had on my desk and I started to clean up my breasts and between them as good as I could. My son was still half-asleep in the chair and I had to wake him up with a slap on his cheek. “What, what?” He looked confused. “Mommy needs her office and you need to go back to Daniel. Don’t forget to pull up your pants.” He looked at me and then down at his pants who was hanging over his feet. “Oh, right.”
He pulled his underwear and pants up and made sure everything was as it had been when he had come here. He wanted to tell me something but I knew that he was needed elsewhere. “Go. Before I change my mind and give you something else as punishment. I’ll talk to Zoe when we get back, don’t you worry about that.”