Office Manager
Valerie was the office manager of the small company the recruitment agency had sent me to. Since being made redundant I hadn’t been able to find a permanent job so had ended up accepting a few weeks work in a call centre.
She greeted me at reception and introduced herself. She was probably in her mid-fifties, petite but with a very curvy figure. She was very bubbly and had a cheeky smile at all times. She would be mentoring me for the first day to make sure I knew what to do. The work was very basic I got the hang of logging the calls quite quickly, so after a few hours she just left me to it, but popped by every hour or so to make sure I was ok. I noticed she was very flirty with the other staff and always seemed to be joking.
Over the next few days we got on great and talked a lot during the breaks and often during the shift as she had a fairly relaxed attitude as long as the work got done. On the second week she sat with me and we went through a new part of the system. She explained it in detail and at the end she asked if I was ok with it and I jokingly replied “yes mum”, she patted me on the head and said “good boy” before heading off to talk to someone else. Calling each other mum and son became an in-joke with us and we’d use it regularly, especially if no-one else was around. I found out from a colleague that she’d been divorced for a while and lived alone, but he then winked at me and said that she still had fun!
Often, when she was doing her rounds she would stand over my shoulder and watch me entering details on the system, sometimes standing very close. Once, when she leant over to point at the screen I couldn’t help but lean back and look at her shapely arse in her tight work trousers. My eyes continued down to admire her high heels just visible under the trousers and I gazed for a few seconds before realising she was staring straight at me, I’d been caught! She pretended to slap my face and said “naughty boy” and with a huge smile on her face she walked away her heels clicking on the floor. The next morning I went into the small kitchen area to make a coffee to take to my desk, and Valerie was in there on her own. We made small talk for a while and then she just came out and said “Has my boy got a girlfriend yet”, I laughed and said “no mum, you’re the only woman in my life”, she let out a really dirty laugh and just said “mmmmmmmm” before walking off to her office.
Louise, one of the call centre staff was leaving to start maternity leave and we held a small party in the office for her. Valerie appeared from her own office with two bottles of champagne and told us all to get stuck into it, all apart from Louise off course as she jokingly pointed sternly at her. Other drink appeared from under desks, but I just had half a glass of the champagne as I was driving. At the end of the day I walked past Valerie’s office and she was draining another glass of wine. She called me in and asked “how’s my boy doing” she then hiccupped loudly which made her giggle before she said “ooh, your mum’s a little bit drunk”. I laughed and offered to drive her home which she very quickly gratefully accepted. She talked and laughed non-stop on the 30 minute drive to her house, insisting we share phone numbers and asking me again things like if I’d found a girlfriend yet and had I ever kissed a girl or was her boy still a virgin, which made her cackle loudly. Arriving at her house she asked me with a sly grin on her face if I wanted to come in for a coffee, I laughed as she made the quotation marks in the air with her fingers. I was very, very tempted but as she was my boss and she was a little drunk I thought I’d better not, and tried to lighten the mood by saying “sorry mum, I have to play football tonight”. She made an exaggerated disappointed face and said “well at least give your mum a goodnight kiss”! She leant forward and our lips met for a small kiss on the lips, then a bigger one, followed by a smaller kiss on the cheek. She looked slightly sad and said “goodnight then son”, before getting out of the car. I watched and waited as she walked up the drive, opened the front door and entered after giving a little wave. The event went around and around in my mind on my drive home, had I made a mistake or had I done the right thing.
The next day at work I wasn’t sure what to say to Valerie, but when she appeared from her office she was her normal self, laughing and joking with everyone and I breathed a sigh of relief. Later that day when she returned from a meeting she called me into her office, closed the door behind me and asked me to sit down. She sighed and looked genuinely sad as she told me that the company had decided not to hire a replacement for Louise and her workload would just be shared amongst the other staff, which also meant I was no longer needed! I knew that this was going to happen soon but thought I’d maybe get a few more weeks out of it, but no today would be my last day. She kept saying sorry over and over, but I told her it was ok. She said she would give me a glowing reference and if ever they needed staff she would contact me direct. There was only an hour of the working day left so slightly tearful she said I could go now. I leant forward and my placed my hand on hers and said “It’s ok mum, I’ll be your brave little boy”. The comment made her smile slightly then she gazed down at her desk again.
I gathered my personal things of the desk and quickly walked around the rest of the staff, saying quick goodbyes and waving to the ones who were still in the middle of phone calls, and left the office. I hadn’t really made any friends as I’d only been there a short time but I still felt a little deflated. The next few days I got back into the routine of job searching combined with long walks to kill the time. A week after I’d left the company I was sitting at the computer doing my job searches when my phone buzzed with a text message. I assumed it would be another job alert but was very surprised to see it was from Valerie asking how I was doing. We exchanged a few polite texts and then a text arrived saying she had a favour to ask me! The message read” Your old mum’s having a clean out and has bags and bags of clothes to donate to charity and as I had an estate car could I help”. I’d almost forgotten about the mother/son jokes but replied “of course mum, anything for you”. She asked me to call at her house at 10 the next morning.
I rang the doorbell twice at exactly 10, but there was still a slight delay before she opened the door and very strangely hid behind it so I could just see her face. She warmly asked me in and I squeezed through the door into the hallway. Turning around I watched as she locked the door and seen that she was just wearing a towelling robe, but as I looked further down I could see her lower legs and feet were encased in sheer black nylon. My cock twitched! She silently walked towards me, placed her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. Her lips were soft and I could smell the perfume she always wore. She kissed me again and I eagerly responded. She pulled my head forward and gently whispered in my ear “mum’s horny, can you be a good boy and help her out?” I stammered “yes, of course mum”, and taking my hand she started up the stairs. Walking up the stairs I couldn’t help but stare at her legs and her pedicured feet with red nail polish shining through the nylon. She led me into her bedroom and asked me to close the door. Letting go of my hand she kissed me again then asked if I could close the bedroom window as it was quite chilly. I went to close the curtains too, but she said there was no need as no-one could see in. Turning around I let out a little gasp as she stood before me and the robe slipped off her shoulders onto the floor. Her heavy breasts moved up and down with her every breath, her nipples were large and hard. I stared at the soft curves of her belly then onto the black lace suspender belt sitting on her hips, further down to the very neat square of hair above her pussy lips, the dark welts of her stockings, down her firm curvy legs and again the glorious sight of her scarlet painted toenails shining so seductively through the reinforced toes of her stockings.
“Well” she said, “has my boy got anything for me”. I gulped and all I could say was “wow, mum”, as I felt my rock hard cock straining against my clothes. I undressed as quickly as I could, my aching cock glad to be free. She walked over to the bed and lay on her back. Her hands moved down and I watched with my heart thumping as she spread her glistening pussy lips, “come on then” she said, “come over here and fuck your mother”.
She greeted me at reception and introduced herself. She was probably in her mid-fifties, petite but with a very curvy figure. She was very bubbly and had a cheeky smile at all times. She would be mentoring me for the first day to make sure I knew what to do. The work was very basic I got the hang of logging the calls quite quickly, so after a few hours she just left me to it, but popped by every hour or so to make sure I was ok. I noticed she was very flirty with the other staff and always seemed to be joking.
Over the next few days we got on great and talked a lot during the breaks and often during the shift as she had a fairly relaxed attitude as long as the work got done. On the second week she sat with me and we went through a new part of the system. She explained it in detail and at the end she asked if I was ok with it and I jokingly replied “yes mum”, she patted me on the head and said “good boy” before heading off to talk to someone else. Calling each other mum and son became an in-joke with us and we’d use it regularly, especially if no-one else was around. I found out from a colleague that she’d been divorced for a while and lived alone, but he then winked at me and said that she still had fun!
Often, when she was doing her rounds she would stand over my shoulder and watch me entering details on the system, sometimes standing very close. Once, when she leant over to point at the screen I couldn’t help but lean back and look at her shapely arse in her tight work trousers. My eyes continued down to admire her high heels just visible under the trousers and I gazed for a few seconds before realising she was staring straight at me, I’d been caught! She pretended to slap my face and said “naughty boy” and with a huge smile on her face she walked away her heels clicking on the floor. The next morning I went into the small kitchen area to make a coffee to take to my desk, and Valerie was in there on her own. We made small talk for a while and then she just came out and said “Has my boy got a girlfriend yet”, I laughed and said “no mum, you’re the only woman in my life”, she let out a really dirty laugh and just said “mmmmmmmm” before walking off to her office.
Louise, one of the call centre staff was leaving to start maternity leave and we held a small party in the office for her. Valerie appeared from her own office with two bottles of champagne and told us all to get stuck into it, all apart from Louise off course as she jokingly pointed sternly at her. Other drink appeared from under desks, but I just had half a glass of the champagne as I was driving. At the end of the day I walked past Valerie’s office and she was draining another glass of wine. She called me in and asked “how’s my boy doing” she then hiccupped loudly which made her giggle before she said “ooh, your mum’s a little bit drunk”. I laughed and offered to drive her home which she very quickly gratefully accepted. She talked and laughed non-stop on the 30 minute drive to her house, insisting we share phone numbers and asking me again things like if I’d found a girlfriend yet and had I ever kissed a girl or was her boy still a virgin, which made her cackle loudly. Arriving at her house she asked me with a sly grin on her face if I wanted to come in for a coffee, I laughed as she made the quotation marks in the air with her fingers. I was very, very tempted but as she was my boss and she was a little drunk I thought I’d better not, and tried to lighten the mood by saying “sorry mum, I have to play football tonight”. She made an exaggerated disappointed face and said “well at least give your mum a goodnight kiss”! She leant forward and our lips met for a small kiss on the lips, then a bigger one, followed by a smaller kiss on the cheek. She looked slightly sad and said “goodnight then son”, before getting out of the car. I watched and waited as she walked up the drive, opened the front door and entered after giving a little wave. The event went around and around in my mind on my drive home, had I made a mistake or had I done the right thing.
The next day at work I wasn’t sure what to say to Valerie, but when she appeared from her office she was her normal self, laughing and joking with everyone and I breathed a sigh of relief. Later that day when she returned from a meeting she called me into her office, closed the door behind me and asked me to sit down. She sighed and looked genuinely sad as she told me that the company had decided not to hire a replacement for Louise and her workload would just be shared amongst the other staff, which also meant I was no longer needed! I knew that this was going to happen soon but thought I’d maybe get a few more weeks out of it, but no today would be my last day. She kept saying sorry over and over, but I told her it was ok. She said she would give me a glowing reference and if ever they needed staff she would contact me direct. There was only an hour of the working day left so slightly tearful she said I could go now. I leant forward and my placed my hand on hers and said “It’s ok mum, I’ll be your brave little boy”. The comment made her smile slightly then she gazed down at her desk again.
I gathered my personal things of the desk and quickly walked around the rest of the staff, saying quick goodbyes and waving to the ones who were still in the middle of phone calls, and left the office. I hadn’t really made any friends as I’d only been there a short time but I still felt a little deflated. The next few days I got back into the routine of job searching combined with long walks to kill the time. A week after I’d left the company I was sitting at the computer doing my job searches when my phone buzzed with a text message. I assumed it would be another job alert but was very surprised to see it was from Valerie asking how I was doing. We exchanged a few polite texts and then a text arrived saying she had a favour to ask me! The message read” Your old mum’s having a clean out and has bags and bags of clothes to donate to charity and as I had an estate car could I help”. I’d almost forgotten about the mother/son jokes but replied “of course mum, anything for you”. She asked me to call at her house at 10 the next morning.
I rang the doorbell twice at exactly 10, but there was still a slight delay before she opened the door and very strangely hid behind it so I could just see her face. She warmly asked me in and I squeezed through the door into the hallway. Turning around I watched as she locked the door and seen that she was just wearing a towelling robe, but as I looked further down I could see her lower legs and feet were encased in sheer black nylon. My cock twitched! She silently walked towards me, placed her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. Her lips were soft and I could smell the perfume she always wore. She kissed me again and I eagerly responded. She pulled my head forward and gently whispered in my ear “mum’s horny, can you be a good boy and help her out?” I stammered “yes, of course mum”, and taking my hand she started up the stairs. Walking up the stairs I couldn’t help but stare at her legs and her pedicured feet with red nail polish shining through the nylon. She led me into her bedroom and asked me to close the door. Letting go of my hand she kissed me again then asked if I could close the bedroom window as it was quite chilly. I went to close the curtains too, but she said there was no need as no-one could see in. Turning around I let out a little gasp as she stood before me and the robe slipped off her shoulders onto the floor. Her heavy breasts moved up and down with her every breath, her nipples were large and hard. I stared at the soft curves of her belly then onto the black lace suspender belt sitting on her hips, further down to the very neat square of hair above her pussy lips, the dark welts of her stockings, down her firm curvy legs and again the glorious sight of her scarlet painted toenails shining so seductively through the reinforced toes of her stockings.
“Well” she said, “has my boy got anything for me”. I gulped and all I could say was “wow, mum”, as I felt my rock hard cock straining against my clothes. I undressed as quickly as I could, my aching cock glad to be free. She walked over to the bed and lay on her back. Her hands moved down and I watched with my heart thumping as she spread her glistening pussy lips, “come on then” she said, “come over here and fuck your mother”.
7 years ago
