27-06-2019, 09:37 PM
"Did you just forget yesterday?"
Adam didn't know how to explain his reluctance to press the button without revealing his relationship with the person on the other end of it. "I just want to make sure I can do it at the best time for her- like the most erotic time. I don't want her to think I'm boring." That was the best he could come up with under pressure and it wasn't too bad.
"I understand. That doesn't surprise me that you'd think that way," slyly winked Olivia.
Thrilled that his explanation had been bought, Adam continued, "Yeah, like you pointed out, she was hot. She would never do anything with me in free play if I were boring."
"I have an idea. Right now just turn the dildo on and then back off when we're done in here. Then tomorrow I'll text Frank to give me Christie's schedule, that way you can know all of the times when she'll be meeting with other people. Nothing is more erotic than the risk of others finding out."
At first, frightened that doing that would land him in hot water with his mom, the teenager decided that as long as he kept going to the sex parties he would keep seeing his mom in attractive situations no matter how awkward things got. Adam tapped the button on the screen and took Olivia in the bathroom stall.
Sitting at her desk in a business professional dress with her hair in a bun, Christie carefully reviewed client data. All of a sudden she jolted in her chair. Her pussy lips were tingling and there was a low hum coming from her seat. The dildo inserted far inside of her was vibrating and there was nothing Christie could do other than sit there and let it happen. She didn't know when it would stop.
The first thought in her mind was the image of her son using his phone in class and tapping the button and then imagining what her reaction was. The dildo was stimulating her clitoris and moisture flooded her mound. The pleasure had surpassed 10 minutes and was still going strong. Christie could no longer concentrate on work as she closed her eyes and felt a giant wet spot leak all the way through her panties and dress, leaving a smaller spot on her leather office chair.
Just as she was about to live out a fantasy in her head she got another knock on her door. She regrettably told the person to come in. It was Frank again. He paused and held up a finger. He listened closely and smelled the air. "Well I see you're finally having some fun with your dare. It's nice to see the young gentleman in charge of your pleasure finally came around."
Christie then realized that her son truly was in control of her sexual pleasure.
"How does it feel in you? I'm always looking for feedback on the dares. If they aren't good I'll change them."
Just as the married mother was about to answer she adjusted lightly in her seat, which caused a new different sense of pleasure. "Ugh!" She groaned. "It...uh...it feels pretty good."
Frank cracked up. "Well I can certainly see that. I just wanted to see if you've combed through the customer data. Don't let your fun distract you from work."
Easy for you to say, thought Christie.
Olivia relayed another text to Adam informing him that his dare partner was incredibly turned on by the dildo and was leaking fluid in the office. The excited son was further encouraged to tap the button.
That night Adam hid away in his room. He didn't want any contact with his mother because he knew they'd end up talking about what had happened at work.
The next morning at college, Olivia emailed her favorite classmate a pdf of the middle-aged seductress' schedule for the rest of the week. Adam wanted to start small first. He saw that his mom was eating lunch at 12:30. He knew from conversations at the dinner table that his mom ate lunch with a friend of hers at HR. That would be a good first test.
During Calculus the devious son took out his phone under his desk. He waited until 12:40 to ensure his mom would be in the dining area and eating lunch with her friend. He tapped the button.
As Christie ate lunch with Sheila she once again jolted in her chair.
"What the hell was that?!" Exclaimed her curvy friend.
"Do you remember the dare I have for the week?"
"Ohhh. That's hilarious. You just have to sit there completely at the whim of some random guy." Sheila shrieked.
Her white friend nodded.
"So whose the master of your pussy between the hours of 9 to 5?"
Christie really wished people would stop phrasing things like that. "Do you remember the young guy who won oral from you in Tube Pong?" She labored through the question as her attention was focused on her aroused genitals."Oh I definitely remember him. He was a cute little stud, wasn't he? A really nice cock on that one." Sheila reminisced fondly. "Wait, he's in control? Chris you are lucky as Hell. Instead of thinking about that dildo in you, think about that young guy fucking you with all that stamina he has," the friend whispered.
To Christie's fear she couldn't help but to imagine the sensual pleasure coursing through her body was a result of her son's gorgeous cock thrusting into her. She couldn't un-see the image no matter how hard she tried as she became more and more aroused by the continuous vibration. Finally, as the mother at work was close to climaxing in the middle of the break room, the buzzing stopped.
The next day, the buzzing came at an even worse time. Christie was delivering morning announcements to her subordinates and all of a sudden she jumped. She lied poorly and said she had hiccups.
Later in the day the vibration startled her at a poor time again. Right as she was on an important Skype call with a financial advisor for the insurance company, her pussy lips began to tremble. The professional did everything in her power to keep it together. The vibrating stopped right at the end of the hour- the exact schedule for the call. She knew what was going on.
Christie marched into Frank's office and pleaded with him to allow her to take it out. She said she had a presentation with smaller corporate clients later in the day that were important to sales. She explained that the person with control of her stimulation was purposely doing it at awkward times.
"I knew I liked that kid," was all Frank had to say. Frank then proceeded to tell Olivia to tell Adam to keep up the good work.
Upset with her boss and the lack of control she had, the manager had to continue to perform her job despite obstacles. At 4:15 Christie queued a PowerPoint and shook the hands of her potential repeat clients. At 4:21 her vibrator went off. She was prepared so she was able to limit her jumpy reaction to the sensation. Despite losing her train of thought a few times due to the distraction down below, Christine gave a decent pitch. Though the clients weren't as convinced at she would have liked them to be.
She had to do something. The most important pitch of her time at the company was tomorrow and her boss was more than happy to allow her to be getting dildoed while she spoke to clients. She had to do something she had been avoiding, talk to Adam.
That day after classes, Adam planned on doing what he had been doing over the last week. He walked through the front door and straight into his room, only coming out around dinnertime to inform his dad that he would be eating at his friend's house.
This day, however, was different. As he sat in his room listening to music and doing homework he heard three light knocks on his wooden door. His adrenaline spiked as if he was asked to go to the principal's office for an unknown reason.
He gingerly cracked open the door and saw his mom standing on the other side of the threshold. He sighed and opened the door all the way.
"Adam, can we talk?"
"I have a feeling what this is about," he hung his head down.
"Don't worry you aren't in trouble." Christie walked into the room as she closed the door behind her gently. "We just need to talk and I'm sure everything will be fine."
The high college student was almost shaking on his bed.
"Adam, I'm not here to get mad about what you've been doing with the button. I know you had to do it and I'm okay with it."
The son relaxed at his mother's promise. "Then what's the issue?"
"The issue is I know you've purposely been turning the dil- the toy- on at certain times when I'm busy. I can see how that was fun and entertaining for you, and at times it even gave me a laugh, but it can't be like that tomorrow." The caring mother tried to speak softly while making her point clear.
"I thought you weren't upset?"
"I'm not, Adam. I have a really important presentation tomorrow and it's important for my career that I nail it. It starts at 3. Though I'm sure you know that already."
The mom and son looked at each other and laughed with a touch of awkwardness.
"So can you please not tap the button anywhere near that time tomorrow?"
Adam sighed, "I understand but Frank apparently wants me to keep doing things like that. If I don't stay on his good side he could stop inviting me to the parties."
Christie tried to rationalize, "As long as you turn it on at some points during the day things should be fine. Just please do this for me. It's very important."
There didn't seem to be an easy solution as Adam weighed his options. As he did this he took a good look at his mother. She was still in her work clothes and wearing a white blouse with a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her breasts were formed by the thin outer cotton shirt and toned her legs her stressed by her heels. Christie could see her son was checking out her attire. Adam then discovered a new option.
You saw the sales numbers today, right? Which gender is likely going to win the sales competition this week?"
"What? What does that have to do with anything?" She looked at her son like he was losing his mind.
"Just please answer the question," pleaded Adam.
"Well, unless the women can pull out a miracle, it looks like the men will win again. Why?"
Adam blushed. "I'll tell you what, Mom. If you can find a way to make sure that your water tube is in the front row for Tube Pong at Frank's party and that my ball is chosen first, I will not turn on your 'toy' during the presentation."
The concerned mother immediately knew her son's intentions. "Oh my God, are you serious? Adam, that's so wrong. No I won't do that! I'm your mother."
Quick to defend his morality Adam pointed out, "Don't act like we didn't have a moment when we were watching each other give and receive oral. And don't act like you weren't watching and enjoying Frank and I fuck Olivia in the kitchen. And I know that you've been getting turned on by me turning on the dildo."
"Oh my God! I don't even know how to respond to this." Christie was disturbed but she was not leaving the room.
She breathed with her hands over her eyes until she could calm down. Seeing his mother was blinded, Adam got an idea. He had a feeling his mom came straight home from work and straight into his room. She didn't change. The young suitor took out his smart phone.
The distraught and confused mother jerked as a vibration sent shockwaves through her entire body. She looked down to see her son with his phone in his hand. She couldn't believe he did it right in front of her. Christie realized she was stuck. The only ways to stop it were to run out of the room and into the hallway where her husband could walk by at any moment or she had to pull down her panties and removed the dildo in front of her son. Though that wouldn't be the worst thing she had ever done in front of him.
"Mom, think about. Most of the time guys don't get it into the water tube they want, especially if it's in the first row. They either shoot too short and go to the back of the line, or they shoot too far and it bounces into another tube. It's just a little risk on your part in exchange for a great career."
Maybe it was the fact that she was stuck in a tough situation, or maybe it was because she was so aroused by the vibrator in front of her son that the mental image Sheila created was coming back vividly, but Christie conceded.
"Fine, fine. I'll find a way for you to be first and for my tube to be in front."
Adam's face looked like it used to Christmas morning. "So do you want me to turn the vibrator off now?"
The shaking mom took longer than she expected to answer that question with the only appropriate response, "Yes, of course."
Adam turned off the dildo and his mother quickly bolted from his room.
It was finally Friday and Adam could barely pay attention in college with his mind swimming the possibilities the night could bring. In the morning, he realized he completely forgot to ask what the theme of the party was. So he texted Olivia and she replied: Cliché Costume. I'll pick you up at 8:30 again.
Adam replied: Can we make that 8? I just want to see what it's like there earlier.
Just in case the car broke down or some disaster happened, Adam wanted to make sure he could still get to the party before the water game. He wasn't going to risk leaving anything to chance.
The immediate concern for Adam was that, unlike a theme like everyone wearing a solid color, he could not piece together a good sexy costume in a short amount of time. He would have to go to the party supply store after college and buy one. The dilemma was which one to buy.
Meanwhile, at the insurance office, Christie was busy preparing for her big presentation. Her son, who pressured her into things a mother probably shouldn't have agreed to, had already given her a stimulating boost to help fulfill his part of the dare and to help please Frank's wishes. It was hard for her to study for the pitch while planning for how she was going to end up meeting her end of her deal with Adam an the party. How could she ensure the placement of her tube and get Adam's ball selected?
After Olivia and Adam finished in the bathroom stall, they sat there on the closed toilet seat with Olivia's butt on her partner's thigh as she felt his cum melting inside of her steaming pussy.
"I'm having trouble deciding which costume I should buy for tonight. It needs to be the perfect one," Adam voiced his reservations.
"Why does it need to be the perfect one?"
"Well, I'm going to make a move on my- uh...Christie tonight and it's important that I give myself the best shot."
"Oh look at you! Someone's in love," teased Olivia. "But actually, if you want someone to like you, then you should try to make it look like you should be with them."
"What do you mean?"
"Like try to find a costume that somehow goes with hers. She'll think you two are more connected and belong together, and so will all of her friends who could influence her decision to do things with you."
The high college student with an athletic build considered the advice from the sexually wise girl on his lap. "That makes a lot of sense. The only thing is that I don't know what she'll be wearing."
"I could ask Frank to ask her."
"Thanks but then it would be obvious that it was done on purpose. It has to look like a coincidence." That was when Adam realized that every week his mom showed up to a party in a different outfit. Every day after work she came right home so there was no way she was buying her outfits at a store. She was either buying them online and having them shipped to work or a friend was buying them for her and giving them to her at work. He hoped it was the former.
On the bus ride back from college Adam took out his phone and went on to Amazon, the website his mom used to buy literally everything online. He knew her email address and hoped that she used the same password he knew she used for everything else.
A sense of hope came over him, as he was able to log in on the first try. The first thing the conniving son did was check his mom's recent orders. Adam had to put his backpack on his lap. On her order history, dating back to the start of his mom's new job six weeks ago, were a series of sexy, slutty outfits. There was a Vegas Showgirl costume for what was likely a Vegas night, a skintight retro workout leotard and legwarmers for an 80's night, a coconut bra and a short grass skirt for a hula theme, red devil horns and a matching bra and thong set, a naughty collegegirl costume, and the purple corset and panties. He imagined his bombshell mom in all of these.
But what caused the teenager on the bus to perspire was the newest purchase. It was a slutty cop costume. It had a black security officer hat with a crest, aviator sunglasses, black composite leather hot pants that had a black belt with handcuffs attached, and best of all was the top. It was light blue with black trim at the ends of the short sleeves. The top was meant to be worn without a bra, as it wrapped only around the top third of the wearer's back and came around front to be tied in a knot in between the breasts in order to cradle them tightly in the blue fabric. There was barely enough room for the badge on her chest. If the model on the product page was any indication of how his mom was going to look, then Adam was going to be seeing more skin on her than he ever had before.
All Adam had to do was go out of find a costume that went with hers. But before he could leave, he had to take care of what he was hiding under his backpack.
While her son was out shopping, Christie was making small talk with her clients before the presentation. She was feeling confident and she knew that after her agreement that the orange rubber lodged inside of her wouldn't be going off. The professional sat the clients down and began her presentation. And without the internal buzzing to distract her, she nailed it. The corporate clients agreed to a tentative agreement for Frank's company to be their insurer. If we could sign the paperwork today then the women would win the competition, Christie joked to herself as the clients left.It was 4 o'clock and there was an hour left in the workweek but the proud manager was finished with her tasks. She was unbelievably happy with how successful her presentation went. She was thankful to her son for honoring his part of the agreement, but then the idea of her having to honor part became reality.
Having had come up with a plan of how to rig the pool game in Adam's favor earlier in the day, the married mother started to come to terms with the truth that if her son could toss a ball into a water tube from just 10 feet away then she would have to blow his dick until he came in her mouth.
It was like her sense of normality and reality was being knocked off its axis. Her son basically said he wanted her sexually and she was going to rig a game to help him fulfill his desires. Her mind was consumed with the thought of her having to walk up to her son, kissing him while touching his penis in front of a bunch of her coworkers, and then taking him into another room and dropping to her knees in her scant cop outfit so she could suck him to completion.
After replaying this thought again and again, to Christie's shock, fluid began to gather in a spot at the center of her panties. The new scenario refused to stop playing on a loop in her head and she needed relief. The alarmed mom found herself knocking on Frank's door.
"Frank, this may sound strange but I need a favor of you."
"Well after how your presentation went, I owe you one," the boss prided himself in his employee's performance.
"Can you text your young friend to text her high college friend that he should tap the button. Don't tell her that I wanted it. Just tell her that Adam needs to do it until the end of the workday in order to fulfill his dare card."
The fortunate part about Frank being as kinky as he was, was that he understood people's sexual desires and didn't taunt them for having them.
Adam didn't know how to explain his reluctance to press the button without revealing his relationship with the person on the other end of it. "I just want to make sure I can do it at the best time for her- like the most erotic time. I don't want her to think I'm boring." That was the best he could come up with under pressure and it wasn't too bad.
"I understand. That doesn't surprise me that you'd think that way," slyly winked Olivia.
Thrilled that his explanation had been bought, Adam continued, "Yeah, like you pointed out, she was hot. She would never do anything with me in free play if I were boring."
"I have an idea. Right now just turn the dildo on and then back off when we're done in here. Then tomorrow I'll text Frank to give me Christie's schedule, that way you can know all of the times when she'll be meeting with other people. Nothing is more erotic than the risk of others finding out."
At first, frightened that doing that would land him in hot water with his mom, the teenager decided that as long as he kept going to the sex parties he would keep seeing his mom in attractive situations no matter how awkward things got. Adam tapped the button on the screen and took Olivia in the bathroom stall.
Sitting at her desk in a business professional dress with her hair in a bun, Christie carefully reviewed client data. All of a sudden she jolted in her chair. Her pussy lips were tingling and there was a low hum coming from her seat. The dildo inserted far inside of her was vibrating and there was nothing Christie could do other than sit there and let it happen. She didn't know when it would stop.
The first thought in her mind was the image of her son using his phone in class and tapping the button and then imagining what her reaction was. The dildo was stimulating her clitoris and moisture flooded her mound. The pleasure had surpassed 10 minutes and was still going strong. Christie could no longer concentrate on work as she closed her eyes and felt a giant wet spot leak all the way through her panties and dress, leaving a smaller spot on her leather office chair.
Just as she was about to live out a fantasy in her head she got another knock on her door. She regrettably told the person to come in. It was Frank again. He paused and held up a finger. He listened closely and smelled the air. "Well I see you're finally having some fun with your dare. It's nice to see the young gentleman in charge of your pleasure finally came around."
Christie then realized that her son truly was in control of her sexual pleasure.
"How does it feel in you? I'm always looking for feedback on the dares. If they aren't good I'll change them."
Just as the married mother was about to answer she adjusted lightly in her seat, which caused a new different sense of pleasure. "Ugh!" She groaned. "It...uh...it feels pretty good."
Frank cracked up. "Well I can certainly see that. I just wanted to see if you've combed through the customer data. Don't let your fun distract you from work."
Easy for you to say, thought Christie.
Olivia relayed another text to Adam informing him that his dare partner was incredibly turned on by the dildo and was leaking fluid in the office. The excited son was further encouraged to tap the button.
That night Adam hid away in his room. He didn't want any contact with his mother because he knew they'd end up talking about what had happened at work.
The next morning at college, Olivia emailed her favorite classmate a pdf of the middle-aged seductress' schedule for the rest of the week. Adam wanted to start small first. He saw that his mom was eating lunch at 12:30. He knew from conversations at the dinner table that his mom ate lunch with a friend of hers at HR. That would be a good first test.
During Calculus the devious son took out his phone under his desk. He waited until 12:40 to ensure his mom would be in the dining area and eating lunch with her friend. He tapped the button.
As Christie ate lunch with Sheila she once again jolted in her chair.
"What the hell was that?!" Exclaimed her curvy friend.
"Do you remember the dare I have for the week?"
"Ohhh. That's hilarious. You just have to sit there completely at the whim of some random guy." Sheila shrieked.
Her white friend nodded.
"So whose the master of your pussy between the hours of 9 to 5?"
Christie really wished people would stop phrasing things like that. "Do you remember the young guy who won oral from you in Tube Pong?" She labored through the question as her attention was focused on her aroused genitals."Oh I definitely remember him. He was a cute little stud, wasn't he? A really nice cock on that one." Sheila reminisced fondly. "Wait, he's in control? Chris you are lucky as Hell. Instead of thinking about that dildo in you, think about that young guy fucking you with all that stamina he has," the friend whispered.
To Christie's fear she couldn't help but to imagine the sensual pleasure coursing through her body was a result of her son's gorgeous cock thrusting into her. She couldn't un-see the image no matter how hard she tried as she became more and more aroused by the continuous vibration. Finally, as the mother at work was close to climaxing in the middle of the break room, the buzzing stopped.
The next day, the buzzing came at an even worse time. Christie was delivering morning announcements to her subordinates and all of a sudden she jumped. She lied poorly and said she had hiccups.
Later in the day the vibration startled her at a poor time again. Right as she was on an important Skype call with a financial advisor for the insurance company, her pussy lips began to tremble. The professional did everything in her power to keep it together. The vibrating stopped right at the end of the hour- the exact schedule for the call. She knew what was going on.
Christie marched into Frank's office and pleaded with him to allow her to take it out. She said she had a presentation with smaller corporate clients later in the day that were important to sales. She explained that the person with control of her stimulation was purposely doing it at awkward times.
"I knew I liked that kid," was all Frank had to say. Frank then proceeded to tell Olivia to tell Adam to keep up the good work.
Upset with her boss and the lack of control she had, the manager had to continue to perform her job despite obstacles. At 4:15 Christie queued a PowerPoint and shook the hands of her potential repeat clients. At 4:21 her vibrator went off. She was prepared so she was able to limit her jumpy reaction to the sensation. Despite losing her train of thought a few times due to the distraction down below, Christine gave a decent pitch. Though the clients weren't as convinced at she would have liked them to be.
She had to do something. The most important pitch of her time at the company was tomorrow and her boss was more than happy to allow her to be getting dildoed while she spoke to clients. She had to do something she had been avoiding, talk to Adam.
That day after classes, Adam planned on doing what he had been doing over the last week. He walked through the front door and straight into his room, only coming out around dinnertime to inform his dad that he would be eating at his friend's house.
This day, however, was different. As he sat in his room listening to music and doing homework he heard three light knocks on his wooden door. His adrenaline spiked as if he was asked to go to the principal's office for an unknown reason.
He gingerly cracked open the door and saw his mom standing on the other side of the threshold. He sighed and opened the door all the way.
"Adam, can we talk?"
"I have a feeling what this is about," he hung his head down.
"Don't worry you aren't in trouble." Christie walked into the room as she closed the door behind her gently. "We just need to talk and I'm sure everything will be fine."
The high college student was almost shaking on his bed.
"Adam, I'm not here to get mad about what you've been doing with the button. I know you had to do it and I'm okay with it."
The son relaxed at his mother's promise. "Then what's the issue?"
"The issue is I know you've purposely been turning the dil- the toy- on at certain times when I'm busy. I can see how that was fun and entertaining for you, and at times it even gave me a laugh, but it can't be like that tomorrow." The caring mother tried to speak softly while making her point clear.
"I thought you weren't upset?"
"I'm not, Adam. I have a really important presentation tomorrow and it's important for my career that I nail it. It starts at 3. Though I'm sure you know that already."
The mom and son looked at each other and laughed with a touch of awkwardness.
"So can you please not tap the button anywhere near that time tomorrow?"
Adam sighed, "I understand but Frank apparently wants me to keep doing things like that. If I don't stay on his good side he could stop inviting me to the parties."
Christie tried to rationalize, "As long as you turn it on at some points during the day things should be fine. Just please do this for me. It's very important."
There didn't seem to be an easy solution as Adam weighed his options. As he did this he took a good look at his mother. She was still in her work clothes and wearing a white blouse with a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her breasts were formed by the thin outer cotton shirt and toned her legs her stressed by her heels. Christie could see her son was checking out her attire. Adam then discovered a new option.
You saw the sales numbers today, right? Which gender is likely going to win the sales competition this week?"
"What? What does that have to do with anything?" She looked at her son like he was losing his mind.
"Just please answer the question," pleaded Adam.
"Well, unless the women can pull out a miracle, it looks like the men will win again. Why?"
Adam blushed. "I'll tell you what, Mom. If you can find a way to make sure that your water tube is in the front row for Tube Pong at Frank's party and that my ball is chosen first, I will not turn on your 'toy' during the presentation."
The concerned mother immediately knew her son's intentions. "Oh my God, are you serious? Adam, that's so wrong. No I won't do that! I'm your mother."
Quick to defend his morality Adam pointed out, "Don't act like we didn't have a moment when we were watching each other give and receive oral. And don't act like you weren't watching and enjoying Frank and I fuck Olivia in the kitchen. And I know that you've been getting turned on by me turning on the dildo."
"Oh my God! I don't even know how to respond to this." Christie was disturbed but she was not leaving the room.
She breathed with her hands over her eyes until she could calm down. Seeing his mother was blinded, Adam got an idea. He had a feeling his mom came straight home from work and straight into his room. She didn't change. The young suitor took out his smart phone.
The distraught and confused mother jerked as a vibration sent shockwaves through her entire body. She looked down to see her son with his phone in his hand. She couldn't believe he did it right in front of her. Christie realized she was stuck. The only ways to stop it were to run out of the room and into the hallway where her husband could walk by at any moment or she had to pull down her panties and removed the dildo in front of her son. Though that wouldn't be the worst thing she had ever done in front of him.
"Mom, think about. Most of the time guys don't get it into the water tube they want, especially if it's in the first row. They either shoot too short and go to the back of the line, or they shoot too far and it bounces into another tube. It's just a little risk on your part in exchange for a great career."
Maybe it was the fact that she was stuck in a tough situation, or maybe it was because she was so aroused by the vibrator in front of her son that the mental image Sheila created was coming back vividly, but Christie conceded.
"Fine, fine. I'll find a way for you to be first and for my tube to be in front."
Adam's face looked like it used to Christmas morning. "So do you want me to turn the vibrator off now?"
The shaking mom took longer than she expected to answer that question with the only appropriate response, "Yes, of course."
Adam turned off the dildo and his mother quickly bolted from his room.
It was finally Friday and Adam could barely pay attention in college with his mind swimming the possibilities the night could bring. In the morning, he realized he completely forgot to ask what the theme of the party was. So he texted Olivia and she replied: Cliché Costume. I'll pick you up at 8:30 again.
Adam replied: Can we make that 8? I just want to see what it's like there earlier.
Just in case the car broke down or some disaster happened, Adam wanted to make sure he could still get to the party before the water game. He wasn't going to risk leaving anything to chance.
The immediate concern for Adam was that, unlike a theme like everyone wearing a solid color, he could not piece together a good sexy costume in a short amount of time. He would have to go to the party supply store after college and buy one. The dilemma was which one to buy.
Meanwhile, at the insurance office, Christie was busy preparing for her big presentation. Her son, who pressured her into things a mother probably shouldn't have agreed to, had already given her a stimulating boost to help fulfill his part of the dare and to help please Frank's wishes. It was hard for her to study for the pitch while planning for how she was going to end up meeting her end of her deal with Adam an the party. How could she ensure the placement of her tube and get Adam's ball selected?
After Olivia and Adam finished in the bathroom stall, they sat there on the closed toilet seat with Olivia's butt on her partner's thigh as she felt his cum melting inside of her steaming pussy.
"I'm having trouble deciding which costume I should buy for tonight. It needs to be the perfect one," Adam voiced his reservations.
"Why does it need to be the perfect one?"
"Well, I'm going to make a move on my- uh...Christie tonight and it's important that I give myself the best shot."
"Oh look at you! Someone's in love," teased Olivia. "But actually, if you want someone to like you, then you should try to make it look like you should be with them."
"What do you mean?"
"Like try to find a costume that somehow goes with hers. She'll think you two are more connected and belong together, and so will all of her friends who could influence her decision to do things with you."
The high college student with an athletic build considered the advice from the sexually wise girl on his lap. "That makes a lot of sense. The only thing is that I don't know what she'll be wearing."
"I could ask Frank to ask her."
"Thanks but then it would be obvious that it was done on purpose. It has to look like a coincidence." That was when Adam realized that every week his mom showed up to a party in a different outfit. Every day after work she came right home so there was no way she was buying her outfits at a store. She was either buying them online and having them shipped to work or a friend was buying them for her and giving them to her at work. He hoped it was the former.
On the bus ride back from college Adam took out his phone and went on to Amazon, the website his mom used to buy literally everything online. He knew her email address and hoped that she used the same password he knew she used for everything else.
A sense of hope came over him, as he was able to log in on the first try. The first thing the conniving son did was check his mom's recent orders. Adam had to put his backpack on his lap. On her order history, dating back to the start of his mom's new job six weeks ago, were a series of sexy, slutty outfits. There was a Vegas Showgirl costume for what was likely a Vegas night, a skintight retro workout leotard and legwarmers for an 80's night, a coconut bra and a short grass skirt for a hula theme, red devil horns and a matching bra and thong set, a naughty collegegirl costume, and the purple corset and panties. He imagined his bombshell mom in all of these.
But what caused the teenager on the bus to perspire was the newest purchase. It was a slutty cop costume. It had a black security officer hat with a crest, aviator sunglasses, black composite leather hot pants that had a black belt with handcuffs attached, and best of all was the top. It was light blue with black trim at the ends of the short sleeves. The top was meant to be worn without a bra, as it wrapped only around the top third of the wearer's back and came around front to be tied in a knot in between the breasts in order to cradle them tightly in the blue fabric. There was barely enough room for the badge on her chest. If the model on the product page was any indication of how his mom was going to look, then Adam was going to be seeing more skin on her than he ever had before.
All Adam had to do was go out of find a costume that went with hers. But before he could leave, he had to take care of what he was hiding under his backpack.
While her son was out shopping, Christie was making small talk with her clients before the presentation. She was feeling confident and she knew that after her agreement that the orange rubber lodged inside of her wouldn't be going off. The professional sat the clients down and began her presentation. And without the internal buzzing to distract her, she nailed it. The corporate clients agreed to a tentative agreement for Frank's company to be their insurer. If we could sign the paperwork today then the women would win the competition, Christie joked to herself as the clients left.It was 4 o'clock and there was an hour left in the workweek but the proud manager was finished with her tasks. She was unbelievably happy with how successful her presentation went. She was thankful to her son for honoring his part of the agreement, but then the idea of her having to honor part became reality.
Having had come up with a plan of how to rig the pool game in Adam's favor earlier in the day, the married mother started to come to terms with the truth that if her son could toss a ball into a water tube from just 10 feet away then she would have to blow his dick until he came in her mouth.
It was like her sense of normality and reality was being knocked off its axis. Her son basically said he wanted her sexually and she was going to rig a game to help him fulfill his desires. Her mind was consumed with the thought of her having to walk up to her son, kissing him while touching his penis in front of a bunch of her coworkers, and then taking him into another room and dropping to her knees in her scant cop outfit so she could suck him to completion.
After replaying this thought again and again, to Christie's shock, fluid began to gather in a spot at the center of her panties. The new scenario refused to stop playing on a loop in her head and she needed relief. The alarmed mom found herself knocking on Frank's door.
"Frank, this may sound strange but I need a favor of you."
"Well after how your presentation went, I owe you one," the boss prided himself in his employee's performance.
"Can you text your young friend to text her high college friend that he should tap the button. Don't tell her that I wanted it. Just tell her that Adam needs to do it until the end of the workday in order to fulfill his dare card."
The fortunate part about Frank being as kinky as he was, was that he understood people's sexual desires and didn't taunt them for having them.
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