The office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence. I glanced at the clock on my desk—5:47 PM. Everyone else had already left for the day, but I was stuck finishing up a last-minute report. My eyes were heavy, and my shoulders ached from hunching over the keyboard all afternoon. Just as I was about to give up and call it a night, the door to my office creaked open.

"Hey, sweetie," Mom's voice echoed softly through the room. I looked up to see her standing in the doorway, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she stepped inside. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her feet were bare, the straps of her sandals dangling from one hand.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised to see her.

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I thought I'd surprise you. You work too hard, you know." She walked over to my desk, her bare feet making soft sounds against the carpet. "Besides, I wanted to check on you."

I leaned back in my chair, trying to shake off the fatigue. "Well, you definitely got me out of my funk. But seriously, what's with the no shoes?"

She shrugged, setting her sandals down beside my chair. "Just felt like it. Plus, I know how much you love my feet."

My heart skipped a beat at her words. It was true; I had always had a thing for her feet. They were perfect—long, slender toes, smooth skin, and just the right amount of arch. I couldn't help but stare as she wiggled her toes, teasing me.

"You know, I could use a break," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe you could... help me relax?"

Mom's smile widened, and she moved closer, perching herself on the edge of my desk. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. The touch sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. When I opened them again, she was leaning forward, her lips inches from mine.

"How about we make this more interesting?" she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

Before I could respond, she slid off the desk and knelt in front of me, her hands resting on my thighs. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. This was new territory, even for us.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Close your eyes," she murmured.

I obeyed, my body tensing in anticipation. Moments later, I felt the cool leather of my chair beneath my feet being lifted. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I realized what she was doing. Mom was cradling my feet in her hands, her touch gentle yet firm.

"Relax," she whispered, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along my arches. "Let me take care of you."

Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan. Her hands moved expertly, massaging every inch of my feet. It was heaven.

"Mom, this feels incredible," I breathed, my eyes still closed.

She chuckled softly, the sound sending another shiver down my spine. "I'm glad you like it. Now, let's see if we can make it even better."

With that, she shifted her position, her hands moving up to my calves. I could feel her breath on my skin, hot and inviting. My cock twitched in my pants, straining against the fabric.

"Open your eyes," she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

I did as she asked, my gaze meeting hers. She was looking up at me, her eyes dark with desire. My heart raced, my breath coming in short gasps. This was happening. This was really happening.

"Mom..." I started, but she cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"Shh," she whispered. "Just enjoy it."

And with that, she leaned in closer, her lips pressing against my calf. The sensation was overwhelming, and I let out a low groan. She continued her ministrations, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses up my leg.

By the time she reached my inner thigh, I was practically vibrating with need. My cock was fully erect, aching for release. I knew what was coming next, and I wasn't sure if I could handle it.

But Mom had other plans. She paused, her lips hovering just above my throbbing erection. "You ready for this?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.

I nodded, unable to form words. She smiled, a wicked grin that sent a thrill of excitement through me. And then, without warning, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.

The sensation was indescribable. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. I groaned loudly, my hands gripping the arms of my chair. This was going to be a long night.

Mom's hands moved with a practiced ease, her fingers dancing across my skin as she continued her journey up my thigh. Each touch was deliberate, each kiss a promise of what was to come. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the intensity of her gaze burning into mine. My cock throbbed in anticipation, the pressure building with every passing second.

"You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her lips brushing against my flesh. Her voice was a seductive whisper, a siren's call that I couldn't resist. I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. "Yes, Mom," I managed to say, my voice thick with desire. She smiled, a knowing look in her eyes, and then she took me deeper into her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, her tongue working in tandem with her lips, creating a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I gripped the arms of my chair, my knuckles turning white as I fought to stay grounded. Her head bobbed up and down, her pace steady yet relentless. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, the need for release growing stronger with every thrust of her mouth.

"Mom, I'm... I'm close," I gasped, my voice breaking. She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva, and looked up at me with a wicked grin. "Not yet, sweetheart," she said, her voice teasing. "We're just getting started." With that, she stood up, her dress swaying seductively around her hips. She reached down and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. Underneath, she wore nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. My eyes widened in surprise and admiration.

"Like what you see?" she asked, her tone playful. I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from her. She walked over to the door and locked it, ensuring our privacy. Then she turned back to me, her eyes dark with desire. "Now, let's make this even more interesting," she said, her voice low and sultry. She walked over to my desk and picked up the phone, dialing a number. "Hey, it's me. Can you come to my office? We need to talk about that project." She paused, listening to the response, and then hung up. "Who was that?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Just someone who owes me a favor," she replied with a mysterious smile.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mom opened it, revealing a tall, muscular man in a suit. He stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. "Mrs. Thompson, I didn't expect..." he began, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Don't worry, Mark. This is going to be fun." She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mark here has been dying to meet you," she said, her tone light and teasing. "And I think he can help us out."

Mark looked between us, clearly unsure of what was happening. "Mrs. Thompson, I don't understand," he said, his voice hesitant. "Relax, Mark," she said, her voice soothing. "Just follow my lead." She walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest, guiding him towards me. "Kneel down," she commanded, her voice firm yet inviting. He obeyed, dropping to his knees in front of me. "Good boy," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his neck. "Now, take care of my son."

Mark hesitated for a moment, but then he reached out and wrapped his hand around my cock. The contrast between his rough grip and Mom's gentle touch was electrifying. He started stroking me slowly, his movements tentative at first. But as he got more comfortable, his pace quickened, his hand moving with a confident rhythm. I groaned, the sensations blending together into a symphony of pleasure.

Mom watched us with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "That's it, Mark," she encouraged, her voice dripping with approval. "Make him feel good." She knelt down beside him, her hand reaching out to cup his chin. "You're doing great," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Now, why don't you show him what else you can do?"

Mark glanced at her, his eyes wide with anticipation. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Anything," she replied, her tone suggestive. "Just make sure he enjoys it." With that, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above the tip of my cock. I held my breath, the tension in the room palpable. And then, without warning, he took me into his mouth.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue exploring every inch of me with eager curiosity. I groaned loudly, my hands gripping the arms of my chair once more. Mom watched us with rapt attention, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on Mark's back. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a soft encouragement. "Keep going."

Mark's pace quickened, his head bobbing up and down with increasing urgency. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. "Mom, I'm... I'm so close," I gasped, my voice strained. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Let it go, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "Let it all out."

With those words, I felt the dam break. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing with pleasure. I cried out, my voice echoing in the room as I came, my seed filling Mark's mouth. He swallowed eagerly, his eyes wide with amazement. Mom watched us with a satisfied smile, her fingers still tracing patterns on Mark's back. "Good job," she murmured, her voice filled with pride. "You did well."

As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, I leaned back in my chair, my body spent yet exhilarated. Mom stood up, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That was amazing," she said, her voice filled with awe. "But we're not done yet." She turned to Mark, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Are you ready for round two?"