章 2103: MOM'S OFFICE PARTY

"So, Honey, is the new job still going well?"

"Well, let's just say it's an interesting work environment."

Adam zoned out from the conversation that his mom and dad were having at the kitchen table. His mind was turning to something else, something that had been captivating his full attention for the last few weeks.

The high school baseball star had recently begun seeing a girl at school, who until the current semester, had gone unnoticed. She wasn't one of the popular girls, nor did she hang out with the popular crowd. His new brunette friend was actually a 19-year-old who had been held back from graduating after failing too many classes in her senior year.

Despite her nerdy glasses and her alternative sense of fashion, which was likely the reason that she was a bit of a loner, the young woman, Olivia, had an amazing body. But what really attracted Adam to her was the way she used her body.

Olivia was the kinkiest partner that Adam had ever experienced. It was apparent from the first time he met her, which was at a party over a month ago. At the party, which celebrated the end of the baseball season, Adam was walking tipsily in his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt through the masses of his peers, many of whom were holding red plastic cups. He was looking for a bathroom so that he could finally release his beer bladder.

He tried door after door in the main hallway hoping to find a toilet. Of course, the room that had bathroom tile peeking out from under the threshold was in use. So, the lean but muscularly toned student-athlete moved on to see if there was another bathroom in the same hallway.

It was when he pushed open the next door that he first saw Olivia. With lowered consciousness, Adam barged into a room in a quiet part of the back hallway. When he stumbled into the room, he realized it was just another bedroom; however, there was somebody in the room. A girl, donning a t-shirt depicting a cartoon cat and wearing thick-rimmed glasses, was lying on the bed with her mobile phone to her ear in one hand and her other hand in between her thighs.

Adam watched the slightly older female masturbate and moan, as blood flowed to the tip of his penis. Olivia then sensed the presence of another person. But she wasn't panicked. She just casually pulled her right hand out from under her jeans and spoke into her phone, "Frank, I'll call you back."

Olivia brushed her hair back, which glistened with sweat. She placed her phone on the bed and scanned with her eyes, up and down Adam's athletic body.

"Can I help you?" Olivia asked, climbing off the bed and making her way over to Adam.

Recognizing he had interrupted something personal, the turned-on 18-year-old drunkenly responded, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I was just looking for a place to pee. I didn't mean to stop your conversation."

Olivia laughed, "It's okay, Sweetie. You know there's a bathroom down the hallway?"

"Yeah, it's in use though."

"Oh," the attractive loner smiled as she placed her left hand gently on Adam's exposed chest, "well I actually know of another place where you can go. You know how Braydon is a total asshole?"

Curious as to why she was seductively touching him before pointing him towards another bathroom and why she was talking to him about his teammate (who admittedly, was a selfish asshole), the antsy teenager pleaded, "I guess so? And where is the bathroom?"

Olivia slowly dropped to her knees and reached out to unzipper the fly in Adam's jeans. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he was still turned on from watching Olivia masturbate on the bed.

"Uhhh," Adam moaned, feeling Olivia grab his semi-hard cock. His glazed eyes were wide. "What are you doing?"

"This is Braydon's room," Olivia explained, standing up and walking behind Adam, continuing to hold his shaft. She then whispered in his ear from behind him, "You should pee now."

"Are you serious? You actually want me to pee in here?" There was an incredulous tone in Adam's voice. His tip was angled toward his teammate's bed.

"Well, you really need to pee, Braydon is an asshole who deserves this, and, once you're done, it'll be much easier for me to see your hot body shoot another type of warm liquid. Don't think I don't know that this half-chub is something you grew at the sight of me."

A blushing Adam wished that he had shut the door behind him. But he was in the back of the sprawling house, so nobody was wandering the halls. "I don't know if I can do this. I've never done anything like this before."

"Well, let's see if I can make this easier for you, Sweetie." Olivia released her grip on Adam's cock. She stepped in front of him, gripped the bottom of her shirt, and slowly slid her top over her head. Her large tits jiggled as they bounced back to her chest, covered in a black lace bra.

"Holy shit!" Adam gasped lowly. More blood flowed to his now-erect shaft. He stood there hesitantly, as Olivia moved back behind him and held her curvaceous chest against his back.

"That's certainly a nice cum-rod," encouraged the seductive classmate, taking hold of Adam again. "I like guys who can make me laugh. After you do this funny thing for me, I look forward to seeing what else this hard dick can do for me!"

After another moment of hesitation, and considering his desperate need to urinate due to his many beers, Adam looked down at the hand aiming his cockhead and shrugged. He then began to blast light yellow liquid all over his teammate's mattress. As he peed, for what seemed like minutes, Adam couldn't believe what he was doing. He could only imagine what his friends would say if they saw what was going on.

Finally, his bladder was empty and he heard the young woman behind him laughing hysterically. The comforter, mattress, and carpet were had dark puddles. Instant regret swept over the drunk teenager. But that quickly went away when Olivia spun him around to face her.

Her laughing face, beautiful breasts, and exposed stomach had Adam's attention. "That was... insane," chuckled Olivia. "Do you usually do anything a girl says once she takes her top off? Most men wouldn't do that if I asked them to."

Adam tried to find the hilarity in what he just did. He gulped dryly, "Well, you're pretty hot. It was too hard to refuse."

"I like you, um-"

"Adam!" The panting boy filled in the blank.

"Adam," she repeated. "I'm Olivia. And I definitely like that cock of yours. And it seems to respond well to me," she teased.

Feeling his erect cock flex in Olivia's hand, an embarrassed Adam apologized, "Oh, sorry about that. It kind of has a mind of its own."

The fun-loving girl assured, "Adam, when you're with me, you never have to be sorry about your cock getting too excited. The only thing you could do to upset me would be letting it get hard in my hand and then not putting it to work." Olivia knelt down and took Adam's penis into her mouth.

And with that, a kinky and erotic sex life began, which beforehand, Adam would have never imagined. Luckily for the newbie, Olivia was a fan of sex in the school bathrooms and public parks. But she was also able to come over to play every Friday night.

*****

Ever since Christie had started her new job in middle management at a local independent insurance agency, she had been going out after work on Friday evenings with some of her colleagues. She wasn't an idiot - she that with since her husband, who worked the morning shift, was always dead-asleep by 7:30 on Friday nights, her son, Adam, had a golden opportunity to invite a female friend over.

Her mother's intuition, as well as the uncomfortable task of washing his stained boxers, led her to believe that he was taking advantage. She chose not to ask questions, though. She was young once, and she knew how much fun a secret rendezvous could be. And she trusted him to be smart.

Tonight was a Friday evening and Christie was about to go out for the night with her work colleagues. Walter, Adam's dad, was eating a light dinner so that he could fall asleep soon. And, Adam, excited by what Olivia had planned for the night, was barely touching his food.

"Great dinner, Honey," congratulated Walter.

"Thank you! Well, if everyone is done barely eating, I guess I'll get going soon. I'm meeting the girls from the office at a bar tonight, should be fun."

"Adam, what do you have planned for the night?" his father inquired.

The son answered a bit too quickly, "Homework." He then got up from the table, placed his dishes in the sink, and headed to his room.

It was 8 PM, and an anxious Adam stared through a crack in his door into the hallway. He was awaiting the newly familiar sight of his mom leaving her bedroom and going out the front door. Once that happened, he knew he could greenlight Olivia to come over.

Like clockwork, the high school senior watched as his mom quietly walked out of her room, avoiding waking her sleeping husband. And for some reason, as she did every Friday night, she had a small gym bag with her, in addition to her purse. Deciding not to look too far into it, Adam texted his kinky sex partner that the coast was clear.

After a night of crazy sex, which kicked off with them watching a porno together in the living room and then ended with Adam tugging on Olivia's hair as he shot his cum deep inside of her pussy as a large dildo filled her asshole, it was time for Olivia to leave. Christie would be home soon.

Olivia had never met anyone in Adam's family, and the friends liked it that way since it was more fun to sneak around. Around 1 AM they heard a car pull into the driveway. Olivia knew what to do. Before escaping through the back door to run to her parked car on the next block over, the erotic girl kissed her favorite sex partner and began, "Adam, I think at this point we're comfortable enough with each other where we can tell each other anything and aren't afraid of knowing what the other person wants to do sexually, right?"

"Yeah. I'd like to think so. Why are you asking me this?" A skeptical Adam tilted his face.

"Well, I wanted to wait 'til we were in person before asking you to go with me to this thing that I used to go to before I started seeing you."

As they stood at the glass back door, Adam was unsure what Olivia was hinting at. "What do you mean by, 'this thing'?"

"Well, it's this party- "

Just then, they heard a metal key scraping the deadbolt lock on the front door.

"I'll tell you later, Babe!"

The young pair kissed and Olivia ran into the darkness of the backyard as Adam quickly slid the door shut. He then darted around the corner to the living room and hid behind the wall as his mom entered the house.

With adrenaline pumping through his body, the young teenager did not want his mom to see him and start asking questions. Even though Olivia was gone, he knew his mom would be able to tell something fishy was going on with him - she, as with most moms, had a knack for that.

But when peering at the front door from around the corner, it was Adam who detected something fishy. Ok. Well, that's odd. He noticed his mother's blonde hair hanging down to her shoulder blades rather than being in a bun, which was how she usually kept and was how it was styled when she left. Her black mascara was the same as how it was before, but her beautifully mature and strong face now had a shade of red lipstick. She probably put it on in the car. But its uneven tone also showed that it was smudged. The most notable change, however, was that even though his mom was wearing the same long coat that she wore when she went out, there was no longer a shirt underneath. Between the parted lapels of the mother's unbuttoned tanned jacket, a sexy, bright-red pushup bra was exposed, confidently holding in place two large, firm breasts.

Adam's mouth went dry.

The snooping son continued to peek around the corner, watching his oddly behaving mom tiptoe toward the stairs. As she ascended the open staircase, it became obvious that she had shed the blue skinny jeans that she had been wearing when she left. Adam stared as her toned, long legs took turns stepping through her long jacket.

Not knowing whether his mom was having an affair or simply got caught up in some weird bar game, the mesmerized son didn't care. He was just thankful because he knew that he had just seen the sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life. How had he not noticed her in this way before?

*****

Over the course of the week, Adam went about his life as if nothing had changed. But under the surface, his mind was still reeling from what he had seen on Friday. He masturbated every night to the image of his mom - her hair let down, her red bra, the long jacket covering her body. Adam's testicles would then relievingly send up whatever cum remained after Olivia's pussy had taken its share earlier in the day.

The week went by slowly as if it were a form of torture. Normally, the horny young man was excited about seeing Olivia. But that Friday, he was also excited about hiding in the living room again and maybe getting the chance to catch his mom in a similar situation.

Finally, it was Friday night again. Once again, Adam stared through the crack in his door, watching his mom walk downstairs in the same clothes that she had worn during dinner. Again, she wore tight blue jeans, a blouse, and her blonde hair in a bun. Adam recognized that his mom had the face of a stereotypical of a female manager - sharper features that gave a sterner appearance, but attractive to the point where some jealous men in the office cried that her looks were the only reason for her promotion.

Adam also noticed that she again had the small bag with her. Looking closely, it appeared to be full of clothing items since it seemed as though a long heel was stretching the material of the light bag. The son's eyes then locked on to his mom's round butt cheeks, admiring the way they moved the back pockets of her jeans. Adam's hand stimulated the growing erection in his mesh shorts.

Olivia was in the house within twenty minutes. Adam was already primed to go, and it didn't take long before he was replacing Olivia's glasses with a blindfold on her face and then lining her cherryhole with lubricant.

"Wow, you're moving fast. Someone was excited to see me tonight."

With his 6.5-inch rod buried in his classmate's anal cavity, Adam was getting closer and closer to climax. What made this time different was that he was not looking at Olivia. Rather, Adam's eyes were closed, and he was imagining pulling down his mother's jeans and fucking her firm booty as his hands squeezed her chest from behind. When Olivia's hole filled with Adam's warm jizz, they both collapsed onto the ground.

"That was amazing, Babe," groaned Olivia dreamingly.

They lay there for a while as the surprised son contemplated the meaning of what he just did.

The night passed them by, and Olivia knew that she had to leave soon. She didn't want to risk cutting it close like she did last week. It was then, being in front of the same back door, that both she and Adam remembered the unfinished proposal from last week.

Olivia ran her fingers through her sex partner's short, light-brown hair. "Adam, do you remember what I was about to ask you last week?"

"Yeah, I was just about to ask you about that. You said you wanted to ask me about 'the thing'."

"Right, right," Olivia continued, "Well, as I was saying, we've been doing this for a while, and we're definitely comfortable with each other. I don't think we should be afraid to show each other our most sexual sides and be willing to explore together more." She stood there nervously, awaiting Adam's reaction.

Thinking about what Olivia could be implying, Adam's first thought went to his attraction to his mom. Though, Olivia likely was not hinting at anything close to that. "Yeah, I suppose so. I guess it would be a good idea to explore more. I've always been down for whatever with you."

Olivia beamed, "I'm really happy to hear you say that. The reason I am asking - like I said before - is that I used to go to this thing before I started having fun with you. And that thing was actually kind of a sex party..."

"What?!" Adam was surprised, but he had no reason to be shocked. They were strangers when they met and were having sex within two minutes of meeting each other. "What exactly do you mean? How did you even get involved in that?"

"Are you upset?" She needed assurance before delving into any more details.

"No, no. I'm just surprised that you were involved in something like that at this age."

"Well, it started because on my eighteenth birthday I went to a dance club with friends, and I ended up getting involved with an older man. He was a wealthy businessman, so I was kind of turned on by the idea of him wanting me. He was really kinky and taught me a lot of things. He was the one having phone sex with me at the party where you and I met."

"Ohhhh..." Adam had always been curious about that, but he never asked.

"Yeah," Olivia continued, "so anyway, he owns a massive house off of Main Street, and he actually throws sex parties there every week. Most of the people are older though. I'm not exactly sure how he knows them, but they seem to all know each other from outside the party. I think I was the only one there who didn't know everyone else. I tried not to ask too many questions."

Adam's head was racing as he tried to digest the information. "Well, do you still see this guy? I mean, we've never talked about being exclusive or anything. I don't really care too much, but I'm interested in knowing. And what the hell were you doing at these parties? Was it just a giant orgy?"

"I've mainly just been talking to him on the phone because I've been spending most of my time with you. I actually stopped seeing him alone once he started bringing me to the parties. I kind of started doing things with other men at the parties. And no, it's not a giant orgy," Olivia snickered, "it's a really fun themed-party with drinks and sex games. There are some random hookups and group sex, but it's a really fun and exciting party. The older guy, Frank, has been texting me lately saying that he and some of the other guys have been missing me."

"Wow, that's a lot to take in at once," breathed Adam, finding himself in awe.

Wanting to get him to see things her way, Olivia added, "We will be hooking up there for sure, and there are plenty of other women there - women who can do things to you that even I can't."

"I find it hard to believe that there are women who know more than you," he complimented.

"Well, thanks. But I'm serious. You will have a blast there. Normally, outsiders aren't invited, but I told Frank I would come back only if I could bring a guest, so he agreed."

"Thank you. But what if none of the women want to hook up with me and I end up sitting there the whole time watching you do things with other men?"

"Oh, it would never happen that way. First of all, you're young and attractive, so there are a ton of women who'd want to play with you - if nothing else they'd do it to try something different. Secondly, they will have to. If you go to this party, you have to be willing to have sex with anybody there of the opposite sex. They play games that determine who does what 'activities' with what person. It's a ton of excitement, and nobody is left out."

Adam's first thought was that it seemed too good to be true. He was still unsure, but he saw the desire in Olivia's eyes. He knew that if he didn't allow her to follow her fantasies that he would lose her. "Okay, I'll go with you.""Great! I'll text you the details next week."

"Cool. Now you better get out of here before my mom catches us," Adam voiced half-jokingly, half-seriously.

They kissed, and Olivia left. Adam checked a clock and saw it was 12:45. His stunning mom could be home at any minute. He just hoped that she would somehow come home in the same sneaky and naughty way that she did last time. He wanted the chance to see her again in clothing that no mother should be walking into the house wearing.

Positioned behind the same living room corner wall as last time, with the same great viewing angle, Adam watched his phone's clock in anticipation. Ten minutes later, he heard the faint sound of a stopping car. His heart was racing as he stood there, peering at the front door. The scratching of a metal key filled the first floor of the quiet house.

The door opened, and Adam's jaw dropped. The waiting had paid off. Once again, his mom's blonde hair was hanging down, and she had on her long coat. There were differences though. Christie was wrapped in a dark blue, plaid skirt that climbed way up her thighs. Underneath her opened coat was a white blouse, which was only buttoned halfway up, exposing her cleavage in a matching plaid bra. Adam's forehead started to heat up.

Below the 41-year-old mother's miniskirt was a set of tall high heels that sculpted her legs. The lustful son began to rub his shaft with his knuckles from behind the wall. He almost lost it as his hot mom bent over to unstrap her heels so that she could walk into her bedroom without waking her sleeping husband. She must be stripping for extra money!

*****

The next week went just like the last. Olivia and Adam continued to have sex in the school bathroom during classes. Olivia joked that if she kept skipping class to have crazy sex with Adam that she'd get held back again and would never graduate.

Then, on Wednesday night, Olivia sent Adam a long text about the party they had talked about. "Hey, so I'll pick you up for the party at 8:30 on Friday (I always like to be fashionably late. I don't like looking eager lol). Wear your yellow baseball pants and a yellow shirt. Try to find some cheap yellow shoes too if you don't have any. The theme is colors! So everyone can only dress in one color. I'm wearing all white! You should wear yellow to stand out! See you in the bathroom tomorrow during 3rd period ;)"

There was a lot to be excited about. Adam imagined showing up in his yellow outfit and seeing all of the older adults having careless sex dressed in all of the colors of a crayon box. He imagined women in different colors sucking his dick and riding his cock. His fantasizing, though, turned sour. He realized that being out on Friday would mean missing his mom's return home. Whatever. I can do that any week. I can't turn this down.

On Friday night, Adam walked through his backyard to the next block over to meet Olivia in her car. He was able to find an old pair of yellow shoes that he was able to squeeze into, albeit uncomfortably. Going the extra mile, he purchased a pair of lens-free yellow-framed glasses at the dollar store.

When he hopped into the car, he looked over at Olivia in the driver's seat. She was a bombshell. She had on white eyeglasses (though hers were actually needed); a sheer, low-cut white shirt that seemed a few sizes too small; a white pushup bra; and sheer white leggings, through which Adam could see her white thong. He wanted to fuck her right there in the car, and Olivia knew it.

"You're gonna have to wait until we get there," she teased.

After driving, they had to park far away since the long driveway was overflowing with vehicles. It was a big party. The woman-in-white and the man-in-yellow stepped out of the car and walked toward the large doors.

Getting closer, Adam noticed how truly big the house was. If it wasn't a mansion, it was close. Olivia grabbed the metal knocker, which was stylized to be the nose ring of a bull. She knocked in a specific pattern, and then one of the large wooden doors swung open. It was like stepping into a fantasyland.

A greeter, standing at the door, was dressed in a sky-blue top hat with a sky-blue suit. He jotted down their names and let them in.

"Stay close to me, but don't tell people we're together. People don't like to think relationships are closed here because they like everything to be open," instructed the seasoned visitor. Adam nodded in agreement.

"Olivia!"

Olivia and Adma turned simultaneously when they heard the shout.

"Frank!"

The older man was of average looks and figure, but his sturdy frame cast a large shadow. His hair was brown with a touch of silver, which went well with his black outfit. His face had a commanding presence. Olivia briskly headed for him and into his arms. They hugged, and he kissed her lightly near the lips.

"I missed you a lot. So, who's your friend? He must be pretty special if you made me break my 'no male outsiders' rule to let him in."

Adam felt privileged. He didn't know him being there was that special.

"This is my friend Adam. We've been having a lot of fun lately. We've been doing some of the things you taught me."

Like a master, proud of his student, Frank glanced at Adam. "Well, what a lucky man." With a smirk, he looked back at Olivia. "Though, I hope you aren't settling down on me."

His former lover giggled, "No, of course not. Adam and I are both here to try new things with other people."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I see you're still wearing all black. Even at a party, you just have to look professional, don't you," commented Olivia, noticing his black dress shirt and pants.

"I know. I just can't help looking like a boss, can I? Well, go have fun, you two. The first game will begin soon."

Olivia turned to walk away, but Adam held up for a moment. "Frank, first of all, thank you for letting me in."

"You're very welcome, Adam."

"Secondly, what exactly do you mean by a 'male outsider'? Like, I can see how I'm an outsider because I don't know anyone. But what does someone being called an 'insider' imply?"

"I've actually always wondered that, too," chimed the girl in white. She had been nervous to ask that question herself, but she could tell that Frank was amused by Adam.

"Oh, excellent question, Adam. I'm surprised you haven't figured it out, Olivia," Frank replied. "Most of the people here are my employees."

"What?! Are you serious? That's incredible," exclaimed a mind-blown Adam.

"Yeah, it's pretty good for company bonding," quipped the laughing boss. "Yeah, it all started a few years ago when I caught five of my employees having an orgy in the storage room of our building. They were afraid I'd fire them, but I guess I got a little aroused, and then one of the women pulled my pants down and started sucking. I got sucked in, so to speak, and the sex parties just grew and grew. Of course, we couldn't keep having them in the building, so I moved them here."

Olivia and Adam were enthralled by the tale. "But how are this many people in your company into this type of thing. I imagine at least half of them are married," questioned Olivia.

"Oh, obviously not all employees partake. Just about half of them do. Most would have never dreamed of doing something like this, but I, as well as a few trusted senior employees, monitor which employees would probably end up enjoying it, even if there's some hesitation at first. When you apply for jobs, those endless personality questionnaires are pretty good at finding people who'd fit the company culture," he heartedly chuckled. "And the only way someone would say no to the boss is if they are strongly morally against this. We are always able to avoid those people finding out."

Looking around the first floor, Adam determined that there were at least fifty people at the party. They were of various ages, but most were between 30 and 55. There were a couple of people who looked like they were just out of college.

In terms of the theme, just about every color was represented, and people had a different way of showing it. One chubbier woman wore a red had, a red bodystocking, and a red wig. A younger, sexy woman had her whole body painted in light green, with green tassels covering her nipples.

Looking at the breasts of the women and noticing the bulges of the men, it was obvious that nearly everyone was turned on. Despite this, there wasn't too much fucking. There was a man, in silver, and a woman, in pink, fucking on a couch in a side room, and that was it.

Going back to Frank and trying not to offend his party, Adam casually remarked, "Hey, I'm surprised more people aren't fucking."

"That's because nobody is supposed to yet. No sex is allowed until 9:30 so that everybody is here and comfortable."

Adam decided not to tattle on the couple he saw in the other room.

"Speaking of that," interjected Frank, "It's getting close now. It's kind of ceremonial that I choose my partner first. The perks of being the boss - all of the women are more than happy to oblige when I ask" Frank winked.

For a sex party, the first floor was well lit. The newcomer figured that it was just a sign of how comfortable everybody was with what they were doing. Frank whistled, and everybody stopped what they were doing and turned to him.

Frank boomed, "It's 9:30! Time for free play!"

The colorful crowd cheered.

Men and women reacted by trying to close the deal with one of the people they had flirted with since their arrival. Some were successful and others were politely rejected. It was free play, not a game, so sex was just optional with whomever people wanted.

Some people left the room in pairs, some people stayed in the room and chatted, and some men whipped out their packages in the middle of the room while women happily went to their knees. One woman, in tight yellow clothing, spread her legs on the coffee table while a blue man ate her out.

A sense of panic washed over Adam as he ran his fingers through his light-brown hair. His muscles clenched in discomfort. It seemed that most people were having sex, but he wasn't. Olivia was nowhere to be found.

With curiosity, Adam looked back at Frank. He was just standing there, looking around the room like a hunter. "I thought you started the sex party and got first choice."

"I do. I know who I'm going to do, and I know what I'm going to do with her. I just have to find her."

Without trying to seem pessimistic and risk killing the vibe, the highschooler asked, "What if another man gets to her first and she agrees?"

With a mischievous grin and a shake of the head, Frank responded, "If I ask any guy to cut in, he's going to let me. What's he going to do? Say no to the boss? If he did, I wouldn't do anything to punish him because I'm not a complete asshole, but he doesn't know I wouldn't do anything."

"There!" Frank pointed across the room at a woman in purple. An Asian man draped in gold was currently eating her out.

The 18-year-old watched as the darkly dressed boss strode across the room and tapped on the shoulder pads of a gold suit. "Mind if I cut in?"

"No. Of course not, sir," the employee respectfully conceded. Though, when he walked away, he couldn't hide his disappointment.

As Adam watched the situation unfold in front of him, he felt a finger poke his back. He turned around to find instant relief. It was Olivia.

"There you are, Babe. I'm glad I found you. I saw how bad you wanted me in the car. I figured you could fuck me now just to get warmed up," she grinned.

"Absolutely!" Adam replied. "Let's do it right here, in the middle of this room."

"That's the spirit." Olivia pulled her top off and lowered her tight, white leggings. She then noticed Adam staring at a gob of white liquid clinging to the top of her white bra.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yeah," winced Olivia, with a jokingly guilty face. "I ran into an old friend. I knew he wouldn't last long in my mouth. I figured I'd take care of him early in the night."

His instincts wanted him to be jealous, but Adam assured himself that it was fine. He shrugged, "Fair enough. I think it's time my dick goes inside of you. But I promise to last a little longer and finish somewhere much more intimate."

The friends-with-benefits had intense intercourse in the middle of the main room of the house. Olivia lay on her back while Adam ferociously thrust into her.

Feeling a bit self-conscious in this newly vulnerable position, Adam rotated his gaze to make sure that nobody was staring oddly. He ended up making eye contact with Frank. He could see Frank's profile in the kitchen, as he was under a woman, who was dressed in purple. Frank was sitting in an armless chair, and the purple-clad woman rode on his lap, her blonde bouncing.

While in the midst of satisfying Olivia, Adam continued to stare at Frank and his sex partner. He could see why Frank wanted her. Her sizable chest was held up perfectly in a bright, tightly-wrapped, purple corset top. Her fit body was shapely, and she was wearing bright, lacey purple panties that hugged her butt cheeks. There was a hint of sparkling purple eyeshadow and lipstick.

Frank glanced at Adam and saw that he was with Olivia. He could tell that she was moaning. With genuine excitement, he gave a thumbs up to the new member to his secret party. Adam returned the favor.

Adam simply could not look away from the highly erotic display in the kitchen. The woman, whose purple lingerie was laced-up in the middle, had untied them to allow Frank's throbbing cock the access it desired. Adam studied the gorgeous woman's face.

He froze.

"Oh fuck. Don't stop, Babe."

Adam ignored Olivia's amorous moans and ignored her. But his erection twitched inside her. He just realized that he was at a sex party watching his mom get fucked by her boss.

Holy shit... Everything made sense. She's been coming here every Friday night. Those outfits... she's been dressing for the theme.

Bewildered, the son was as horny as he had ever been in his life. His mom looked so beautiful and so sexy while she majestically worked her body on Frank's lap. Her breasts jiggled as her ass clapped on Frank's thighs. Her matching purple heels that showed off her long, exposed legs.

Adam began pounding his friend beneath him. Olivia was nearing orgasm from the unrelenting pleasure, and Adam was too, but his eyes were locked onto the kitchen.

They both came.

"That was amazing. Holy shit!" Olivia was in heaven.

In a surreal state of mind, Adam was feeling his entire world turn inside out. Expended, he got off of Olivia and wandered toward the kitchen, wanting to watch his mom from an even closer distance without seeming creepy.

Frank's eyes were squinting because he was about to ejaculate. Christie's face showed that she had a ways to go. Her boss grabbed her waist tightly and slammed her down onto his lap one last time. He held her in place as his hot sperm pumped into Christie's mound.

"Oh, Frank, that was incredible. I love the way your cum feels in my pussy." The compliment was overstated as if she was trying to please the boss.

The two middle-aged office workers French kissed. Adam's mom then crawled off of Frank's lap and retied the knot that sealed shut the entrance to her panties.

Her son's eyes were wide, but she didn't look in his direction. After Frank returned from his daze and recouped some energy, he stood on the same chair and yelled loudly, so that the whole house could hear him. "Free play is over! It's time for a ten-minute break, and then, everyone, gather around the pool for the first game."

Adam bolted from the kitchen as he noticed his moderately satisfied mom walking out. He couldn't imagine what would happen if they actually saw each other. Would I get in trouble? No, she's doing something wrong too. There's no way Dad knows about this. She couldn't punish me without hurting herself. Or does dad actually know? Are they open?

All Adam knew for sure was that he had to head to the pool in a few minutes, along with everyone else - including his mom - or risk being kicked out of the party. And he wanted no chance of that happening, especially with his mom looking like she did.

Sipping on pink lemonade from the kitchen (there were a lot of non-alcoholic beverages to promote stamina over the 4-hour party), Adam contemplated how to handle the upcoming challenge. He figured that the best way to blend into the crowd was to hide his face behind taller men.

When he filtered into the room, the men and women stood together on the side of the indoor swimming pool. Instructions were given by the doorman, wearing his sky-blue top hat. "Now, I'm sure most of you know the rules to Tube Pong, but I will remind you anyway. The gender that had the best total sales over the last week gets to toss the water polo balls, and the gender with lower sales will be the ones performing the oral. It is my understanding that the sales winner this week is The Men." The man-in-sky-blue pointed at the crowd, and the men cheered loudly. As the men walked together to the short side of the pool, the women humorously groaned

He continued in a well-practiced manner, "So, each water polo ball has a piece of masking tape on it, and written on that tape is the name of a man who has entered the party. The balls are in this bin and are chosen randomly by me. Gentlemen, if the first ball I pick has your name on it, then you will shoot first. If your ball is picked next, you go second, etcetera. Simple enough, right? When it is your turn, you will attempt to toss your ball into one of those inflatable water tubes floating in the pool, all of them at least ten feet away from where you are standing. Each tube has a piece of tape. Written on that tape is the name of a woman who has entered this party. Whichever tube your ball lands in, that is the woman who will perform oral on you. If you miss your shot by failing to land your ball inside a tube, you will have to wait until every other man has gone before trying again. Ladies, if a man gets his ball in your tube, then you will blow him in the other room."

All of the men were anxious to get started. They were eyeing up the floating tubes and the women that each one represented. Each woman was standing there, silently wishing for a certain man to get his ball in her hoop.

"Does everybody understand the rules? No questions?"

Nobody said anything.

"Alright, the first name is..." The first ball was blindly grabbed from the bin, "Charles R."

An older man, in his 50's and wearing dark red, grabbed his ball from the doorman and scanned at the available ladies. He tossed his ball. There was a tension in the air, filling the room. The yellow ball bounced off of the ring that he was aiming for and landed in another just beyond it.

"Elizabeth H., you are going with Charles!" People clapped and cheered as a petite woman, who was in her early 30s, walked up and kissed the prizewinner as her hand grabbed his crotch through his red pants. They walked out of the room, and Elizabeth's water tube was lifted from the pool with a pool cleaner.

The next man was chosen, and he stepped up. He stared at a black woman, who had curly hair and massive breasts within black lingerie. She caught him staring at her. "I know what you're thinking. If you make this, it's gonna be very awkward in the cubical tomorrow." She and everyone else laughed.

"Hey, no talk of work. That's the main rule," Frank calmly reminded.

As the game moved on, Adam counted down the tubes from thirty to fifteen, he watched guy after guy get to toss, and he had yet to be picked. Two men had actually gone for his mom's, but they missed due to the fact that Christie's tube was way in the back of the pool, about 30 feet away.

Adam then began to imagine the possibility of his ball being chosen. What would he do? He could easily just go for his mom's tube! Could I actually do that? I mean, she would have to do it, right? But that could ruin both of our lives. Or it could be the greatest moment of my life, and she might not care too much.

The nervous son then realized a more urgent problem. Half of the people in the room had already left. There were only fifteen men and fifteen women remaining. He had to hide quickly, but how could he? All he could hope for was that his mom would be chosen and on her way out of the room before his name was called. But then again, that would mean that she'd end up blowing someone else.

The debate in Adam's head was interrupted when one of the company's younger employees was selected next. He stepped up to the edge of the pool and eyed the water tubes and the names on them. He then turned to the women. His eyes met Christie's. "How have you not been chosen yet?"

Flattered, the middle-aged blonde responded with a grin, "My tube is pretty far away. It seems guys these days don't know how to get it in."

"Well, I'm going to get it in," the guy, dressed in all white, said with hubris.

It was looking at his color that reminded Adam about Olivia. He later discovered that while he had been dreamily thinking about his mom, she had been chosen by one of the accountants at the company. Adam's attention then returned to the conversation between a man in his early 20s and his mom.

"Oh really? You think you'll make that shot?" Christie folded her arms, playfully doubting him.

"I don't think I'll make it. I know I'll make it."

Christie chuckled and proposed, "I'll tell you what - If you make it on this first try, I'll give you a blowjob this week and a blowjob during free play next week."

"Whoa!" the doorman exclaimed, and the remaining audience cheered, minus Adam, who was shocked to see his mother speaking that way.

The crowd then went silent as the cocky young salesman lined up his shot and tossed the ball. Adam's stomach was in his throat.

Cheers erupted as the ball splashed down in Christie's ring, 30 feet away. The man, who had just tossed his way to a blowjob from the hottest woman in the room, smiled at his prize. "Well, it's not every day you get to cum into your manager's mouth."

Christie walked toward the group of men, strutting in her purple heels and corset. He flicked her blonde hair back as she stopped a foot away from the younger man. She slid her hand down from his chest to his white pants, and his pupil's dilated. They briefly kissed with tongue before he grabbed her ass, and they walked into the other room.

Adam, along with many other men, remained by the pool in a state of jealousy combined with arousal. He then rationalized that it was probably for the best that she didn't see him yet.

Toward the end of the game, Adam's ball was finally chosen. There were only six guys and six women in the room. Four men were there because they had missed the generously-large targets. That meant that Adam's ball was picked second to last. When it was finally his turn to shoot, all of the remaining tubes had already been pushed to ten feet away in order to speed the game up.

In Adam's personal tastes, the options weren't great. The most promising option he saw was the black woman, who wore black lingerie and had an extra-large chest. He had never been with a black woman before, let alone a much older woman, and he figured that it could count as the adventure he had been looking for when he agreed to come to the party with Olivia.

From ten feet, it was an easy toss for the baseball player. The woman jumped for joy when the ball landed in the plastic tube emblazoned with her name. She was excited from an ego perspective of not being picked last. She was also pleased with the man who selected her, who she considered the best remaining option, by far.

"Adam S., you're with Sheila T."

Watching the voluptuous black woman's chest bounce up and down as she jumped was stimulating to Adam, and his cock began to stiffen. Sheila noticed that as she walked up.

Just as the previous women did, she walked up to her game-decided partner, touched his crotch and kissed him. Her pillowy breasts pressed into Adam's chest as they embraced. She whispered into his ear, "Ooh baby, if you're hard, now just wait 'til I wrap my lips around that thick white dick of yours."

Adam's cock twitched. And not being able to resist, Adam reached up and caressed Sheila's rack, much to her delight.

Glad to finally be out of the room after about twenty minutes, the anxious teenager followed a heavy ebony booty into the room in which nearly every other "game prize" was being awarded. Some pairs had even started fucking as a result of the head.

Oh fuck. No, no, no!

To Adam's horror, Sheila had led him to an available spot on a couch - the same couch upon which, two cushions over, sat the young man who had thrown his ball into his mom's tube.

Sheila guided Adam down onto the couch seat, just feet from the other man. An experienced Sheila then tugged down Adam's yellow pants, releasing the sturdy, young white cock that she was tasked with satisfying. Adam was busy looking down to his left. To his side, his mom's head, dusted with purple makeup, was being rapidly pulled into the boner in front of her. From the current angle, Adam could see almost all of his mother's breasts through her corset.

"Oh, that's a gorgeous one. I can't wait to taste it," complimented the Sheila, an employee in her late 30s. Adam involuntarily moaned as his sensitive, throbbing erection was inhaled and licked by his consolation prize.

Despite Sheila's talents, Adam's attention was on what was going on next to him. He was petrified that his mom could easily see him from her position. All she had to do was look upward. Knowing that, though, just made the son's sexual adrenaline pump faster. I should have gotten glasses with dark lenses.

Christie had begun sucking about ten minutes before Adam and Sheila had entered the room, so it was no surprise that the gentleman she was pleasuring was about to shoot his load.

The mother's subordinate was using both of his hands to grab her head as he thrust into her mouth. Even though her head was being held still by the man fucking her mouth, Christie still was able to move her eyes. She chose to gaze at the face of her horny coworker.

As Adam watched his mom prepare to take a load from the young salesman she managed, Sheila sensually and passionately licked the length of his erection. Adam gasped lightly. But it was enough.

Adam was a deer in headlights, as the pair of familiar eyes made direct contact with his. Christie's pupils expanded, and so did her son's. She nearly choked on the dick in her mouth, but she couldn't stop her oral performance. Her mouth was wide open, and her coworker had (rather foolishly) chosen to take control of her head.

Christie was nearly trembling, unable to break her horrified stare at her son. She was too overwhelmed to clearly think. It was pure shock. Neither the mom nor the son could move from their current positions without creating a massive scene. All they could do was remain there in awe.

The frozen mother finally was able to move her pupils to the corner of her eyes. One of her closest friends from the office, an HR representative, was joyfully trying to suck the cum out of her 18-year-old son's family jewels. Staring at Sheila's mouth, it was then when Christie noticed the respectable size of her son's package. She became afraid that her son would catch her looking at his aroused privates, so she moved her gaze back toward his face.

It was clear that Adam did not catch her examining his penis, because he was too busy glaring her creamy breasts.

Christie's focus on her son ended when she felt a mushroom-like head jerk violently in her mouth. The mother didn't want to swallow a load in front of her son, but she didn't know how to avoid it. As ropes of thick semen shot into her mouth, the promiscuous mother took it all. As the thrusts and pumping died down, she helplessly looked back up at Adam, who had been watching the entire event.

After her head was released from its tight hold, Christie was left with a mouth full of cum that she could barely hold in without swallowing. But, in a rushed decision, she decided that swallowing would be the worst thing she could do in front of her son. She soon realized she was wrong. Her thinking was that she would hold in the jizz until she could spit it into a nearby cup or bottle. Before she even rose from her knees, the blonde mother coughed. The result was the massive, creamy load in her mouth pouring out and down her chin, some dripping onto her breasts. Her mouth open in disgust and shock, she nervously peered up at her son, white cum coating her purple lips and lower face.

Upon seeing that, Adam grabbed Sheila's head and began ramming his cock into her mouth. Sheila happily let him take control as he built up pressure in his loins, continuing to gaze at his mom. A numbed Christie watched her son's tightened testicles repeatedly smack into her friend's chin before he squinted and released his load. Sheila's throat was hard at work digesting the protein.

Adam recoiled back into the couch, and Christie stood up and walked away.

Adam kissed Sheila and thanked her. While he played with her breasts, at her request, he wondered how this would change things with his mom.

The traditional elements of a house party resumed again, as most pairs were done with their deed. Adam wandered around the party. He didn't see his mom, but he did see Olivia. Olivia had a big smile, and she was having the time of her life.

The romantically involved couple ate food and talked to other partygoers. There was still no sign of Christie. It was when a group of people cleared in the foyer that Adam saw his mom from across the room. She noticed him too, which was obvious from her startled reaction. Breathing a deep, calming breath, Christie then signaling Adam over with her index finger.

Adam told Olivia he would be back, and he began the walk toward what would likely be the most awkward conversation of his life. When he finally reached his mom, she didn't say anything. She just gestured for him to follow her. They were soon standing alone in a fancy study room.

"Adam, before we even get into what the hell you're doing here, I need to explain." Christie brushed her blonde hair back. She was more explanatory than angry. "First of all, I'm sorry you're seeing me like this. I don't even know what you're thinking about me, seeing me like this. I don't even know how I got involved in this- "

"Well, you work with Frank," answered Adam.

"You know about Frank and how he started this?"

Adam nodded, "It's okay. I understand. Everyone else is doing it." He figured he would take the forgiving and easygoing approach.

"No, it's not okay. I've been coming here every Friday night since I started working here. When Frank first told me to come, I was about to flip out at him. I had never cheated on your father before. But I was new at the company, and I was tired of bouncing from place to place, and I just wanted to fit in and maybe get a promotion. I don't know... Then - then I guess I just grew into this. It's either you do it and you like it, or you do it and you don't like it. I guess I learned to like it."

"I can understand why. It's a lot of fun," the son beamed. Adam was not nearly as uncomfortable as he thought he'd be. Maybe it was his mom's apologetic tone, but he realized that he had the upper hand, and he was untouchable.

"Well, that brings me to my next point - What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?"

"The younger girl, the one in white, that's Frank's friend. We've... uh... we've been hooking up for a while."

"Oh. I see. Yeah, I know who that is." Christie pieced together the puzzle. "Well, it doesn't matter now. You are too young to be in here. And you need to go home."

"No! I like it here. It's amazing. You say I'm too young but aren't you too married to be here?" Adam retorted.

The cheating mother already knew that she couldn't punish her son without risking punishing herself. "Fine. You can stay here. But do not let anyone know we're related in any way."

"Deal!" Adam agreed. He victoriously turned around to leave the awkward exchange.

"Wait! Just one more thing, Adam." Christie poked, "How long have you been here? I didn't see you earlier."

From the way she asked the question, Adam could tell what she was really asking. "If you're asking me if I saw you and Frank, as well as you at the pool with that other guy - Yes, I saw that."

Christie smacked her palm to her face. "I am so sorry you had to see that."

"Mom, it's a sex party. People are supposed to do that type of thing," Adam coolly replied.

The scantily dressed mom was impressed with her son's level of maturity and understanding. She then entertained the idea that maybe her son had actually liked watching her have sex. After all, he was staring at her breasts.

Suddenly, Frank's voice boomed over the buzzing crowd. "It's time for the next game, Lucky Hard Cards." A wave of excitement came over the party.

Everyone dropped what they were doing and herded into the main room. Adam noticed that men and women were seated in a circle in a man-woman-man-woman pattern. In the center of the large circle sat the doorman, holding a deck of homemade playing cards and a large digital display monitor.

"Alright, so here are the rules," he began, "Frank will be the starting point, or point Number 1. All of the men will be odd numbers, and all of the women will be even. Right now, going around clockwise, count which number you are from Frank."

All sixty people took their turn announcing their number, 1 through 60. The blue-suited showed the display monitor, which already had the numbers 1 through 62 typed around in a circle, each one in a colored box.

"With each turn, I will spin this bottle." He laid the plugged in monitor down on its back in the middle of the circle. He then held up the acrylic bottle and laid it down in the middle of the screen. "Whichever number I land on, if it is your number, it will be your turn to spin. When you spin, you will then land on a number. If you land on the number of an opposite-sex player, then you will have to share a dare card with that person. If the bottle lands on the number of a same-sex player, we will just round you up to the next clockwise number - unless both of you are interested..." The crowd chuckled at the joke.

"In case you forget and need a demonstration - Let's just say that Number 61 spun the bottle and landed on Number 62. Number 61 would then draw one of these dare cards and read it out loud. Number 61 and Number 62 would be bound by that dare, exactly as it is written. Sometimes the dare cards benefit the women, sometimes they benefit the men, and sometimes they benefit both. Regardless of what the dare is, once numbers 61 and 62 have been assigned a dare, they are removed from the board." The happy-go-lucky doorman then fiddled with his iPad and numbers 61 and 62 disappeared from the display screen, and the other numbers expanded slightly to make the circle whole again.

"A reminder," Frank added, "this goes for the whole week. And if I find out that you didn't perform your dare, then you're not invited back next time. I think we all remember what happened last month." The mood became more solemn as some people seemed to reminisce.

"Anyway, let's this game going!" the doorman encouraged, rejuvenating the mood. He then spun the bottle himself. "The bottle landed on number 6! Who is number 6?"

A woman named Leslie raised her hand. She then walked into the center of the circle, squatted down and spun the bottle. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" she laughed. "Number 1."

Everybody got a kick out of her spin. Leslie then drew a card from the pile. "Okay, it says, 'The man must suck the woman's toes every workday this week.'"

People keeled over in laughter. The party's host slammed his hands down in humorous denial. "Bullshit! There's no way!"

Leslie then showed him the card. Frank groaned and grumpily stared at his employee. She wiggled her toes to tease him. The two then sat back from the circle as their numbers were eliminated from the board.

As the game progressed, Adam continually scanned the circle to see who remained. There were some rather attractive women in skimpy clothing. Many of the dares involved props such as massage gels and handcuffs, which the sky-blue doorman then handed out to the random pairs.

Examining the circle again, Adam made eye contact with Sheila. She winked at him and blew him a kiss. He smiled back with a wink. He continued his survey around the circle and saw Olivia. She was in a flirtatious conversation with the man next to her. Then Adam saw his mom again. She was five women away from him and sitting pretzel style. Her inner thighs here exposed. Christie caught her son's long gaze, and they awkwardly grinned at each other.

"The bottle landed on 17. Who is 17?"

Adam heard his number and raised his hand. He approached the digital spinning board and examined the numbers. He didn't know whether to try for his mom or not. It was impossible to control the spin to that level of precision. If I go for her, I won't get it. But if I don't, I could get it. Should I even go for her? What if it's weird?

The son then thought to what number his mom would be. It was hard because some women had left the circle. He didn't want to be seen glancing over at her to figure out her number. Feeling the time drag on, he just spun.

"32. I got 32." Adam's head scoured the unmoved circle.

"32. Who is 32?" the doorman echoed.

Adam's eyes then flickered to a hand, which was being slowly raised to his left. His brown eyes met those of the woman he had landed on.

"Christie!" boomed the doorman.

The crowd, unknowing of the connection between the chosen pair, clapped loudly. Other men groaned that they weren't selected to be with the sexy blonde.

Trying to avoid an uncomfortable stare with his mom, Adam drew his card. His hands were shaking and his voice quivered. "My dare card reads, 'The woman must keep an electronic dildo in her vagina all day at work, and the man gets to have the remote.'"

The crowd cracked up and hooted. Christie stared at her son in severe discomfort as the doorman handed her an orange, Wifi-enabled vibrating dildo and handed Adam a piece of paper with the website and password that he needed to control the device over the Internet.

The mother and son stopped looking at each other, backed out of the circle, and stared at the ground.

Lucky Hard Cards came to an end within the half-hour, and everybody was teasing others about their dares or complaining about their own. Frank then announced that it was 11:30 and that there would be another hour of free play before people had to leave.

Olivia approached Adam and told him how lucky he was that he ended up with Christie, not knowing who she was to her lover. Adam was still in the process of understanding the implications of the dare.

"Hey, so we have an hour of free play... wanna have some fun?" Olivia bit her lip.

"Yeah, of course, I do," he answered, distantly.

"I know this might seem a little different," the girl-in-white propositioned, "but I think that after today, we are both much more adventurous. And Frank wanted to fuck me because we haven't done it in forever. So, I think it would be fun if you two took me at the same time..."Adam snapped out of his trance, and his eyebrows went high on his forehead. "Um... In what way?"

"However you guys want me. Which hole do you want? Frank was very insistent on sticking it in my ass."

"Well, I would like to fuck that nice cunt of yours," Adam flirted, "but that would be a bit difficult with Frank in your ass."

"Don't worry about the logistics. Just tell me what you want, and I can make it happen. Do you wanna cum in my pussy? Because it seems like you do."

Adam nodded, and Olivia left to go find Frank. Some people were beginning to leave the party, likely having had their fill for the night. Olivia came back with the boss, and he was happy that he and Adam could join forces. He had been taking a liking to him throughout the night, seeing him almost as a protégé.

Excitedly, Olivia stripped out of her clothes in the kitchen, and the older and younger men walked toward her and pulled down their pants and underwear to their ankles. As Adam pondered how to move forward, an experienced Frank and Olivia led the way. Frank rubbed lubricant on Olivia's asshole before lifting her up off the ground, her back held against his chest. He bent his knees slightly and worked his penis into her young tight butt.

Seeing how things were going to go down, Adam stepped in front of Olivia and sandwiched her in between his body and Frank's. He had a much easier time entering her moist pussy than Frank did pushing his knob into her booty.

Frank held Olivia under the armpits, and Adam held her at the waist. She wrapped her legs around Adam's body. The two men communicated on how to buck up and down in unison. A small audience of remaining guests stayed to watch the show of yellow, black, and naked.

The 19-year-old girl, suspended in air, moaned and groaned, her head tilted back. She kissed Frank's head over her shoulder while Adam bit into her neck. Her current and former fuck buddies were penetrating her two bottom holes with their erect cocks.

Adam noticed the audience oohing and ahhing. To his disbelief, his mom was watching too. However, once she saw that her son spotted her, she left.

After Olivia had orgasmed multiple times, and both men had finished in their respective holes, they set the tuckered-out young lady back on her feet. Olivia thanked Frank and told Adam that it was time to go home. Adam thanked Frank for the opportunity, and Frank said, "Adam, you are welcome back anytime! As long as you are discreet, follow the rules, and keep Olivia happy."

When the highschooler got home, his mom was already in bed. Adam couldn't sleep though. There was too much on his mind, and it was such an extraordinary day. He kept imagining his mom in her purple corset and panties. What is it going to be like seeing Mom around the house? What do I do about the dildo on Monday? Will she actually put it in? Well, she has to. Do I actually turn it on? How often do I turn it on?

*****

The entire weekend, Adam just hung out with Olivia. As much as he wanted to see more of his mom, he figured that they could use a break from the awkward unknown.

Over the course of the weekend, though, the lustful son had only become more obsessed with the idea of his mom having an electronic penis lodged in her vaginal canal that he controlled.

By Sunday night, he still wasn't sure if he could push the button, but he had to know if she would actually have it in her. Adam guessed that if his mom planned to actually bring it to work, she would either have left it in the car or put it in her purse. After thoroughly checking both places, Adam was stymied. The high-tech orange dildo was nowhere to be found. He had the brief idea of going onto the website on his phone, downloading the app, and enter the password to use it. But then he realized that it would only work if it was on.

He then remembered another place where it could be. Downstairs in the mudroom, Adam beamed as he felt the pockets of the fall coat that his mother always wore to work. He felt an unboxed, smooth rubber object in a front pocket. Just to make sure it worked, Adam slid a switch on the dildo and tapped a button on his new app. A low hum shook the inside of the jacket. It worked.

*****

Christie walked into her office the next day wearing her black power suit, ready to work. She had decided early that, as a manager, she needed to exude strength on Mondays to remind everyone that "work her" was not "party her." Christie asked AJ, the young salesman who she blew on Friday, to hand her the newest sales reports. Fortunately, at this point, everyone in the office was able to separate their work and sexual lives efficiently - or at least suppress their desires and feelings at work.

Everything was going normally for Christie as she sat in her office chair, preparing for an important pitch to a potentially big client at the end of the week. Well, everything was normal except for the 5-inch-long silicone dildo wedged in between her pussy lips that could be activated by her son at any moment.

The office professional was wearing tight panties that helped keep the dildo wedged inside of her during the day. She needed to complete the orders on her dare card, or else she would no longer be invited to the sex parties at Frank's and risk falling out of favor. At any time, Frank could find a way to contact Adam and ask him to turn it on, and if he didn't hear faint buzzing, then she'd be in trouble.

It was past lunchtime, and her vibrator had still not been activated. He had doubts that her son would be bold enough to do it. She doubted he even wanted to put both of them in that position.

At school, Adam sat with his phone, glaring at the app that could send shockwaves through his mom's pleasure center with just the tap of a button. And yet, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He imagined pressing the button and making things even stranger with his mom, who he wanted to be closer to.

Thus, the blonde sales manager felt nothing all day.

On Tuesday, when Christie was working in her office, she heard a knock on her door. It was Frank. He had his hair slicked back, as usual, and he walked in with casually. He whispered, "So, how's the dare card coming along?"

Not surprised that he'd check-up at some point, the subordinate responded, "Pretty good, I guess. I have the object inside me."

"Good to hear. Is it going off a lot?"

Christie didn't want to rat her son out - it felt unmotherly - but Frank was excellent at telling when people were lying. "It actually hasn't gone off yet." But she quickly added, "Though, I'm sure he's just playing a game and waiting for a fun time."

"Hmm... Well, that's disappointing. I liked that guy. I know he's close with a friend of mine. I'll ask her to remind him that he needs to press the button every day in order to complete the requirement. He's new. He might have been overwhelmed and not understood the rules."

Later in the school day, when Adam and Olivia had their planned bathroom break for kinky sex in a bathroom stall, Olivia relayed a message to Adam that she had gotten earlier from Frank. It was about him having to press the button in order to keep going to the parties.

"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 that 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 get that. That doesn't surprise me that you'd think that way," Olivia slyly winked.

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. And later, 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," Olivia schemed.

Even though he was frightened that turning on the dildo 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 between them. Adam breathed and tapped the button. He and Olivia then quietly fucked in the bathroom stall, an art which they had mastered.

Sitting at her desk, wearing a tailored suit and wearing her hair in a bun, Christie carefully reviewed client data. "Uhhh-uhhh!" 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, which was inserted far inside of her, was vibrating, and there was nothing that 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. He was probably imagining what her reaction was. Christie could do no work. She simply closed her brown eyes and controlled her breathing. The dildo stimulated her clitoris, and moisture flooded her mound.

The manager kept her moaning low and got used to the sensation. The pleasure had surpassed ten minutes and was still going strong. Christie felt moisture leak all the way through her panties and dress pants, leaving a wet spot on her leather office chair.

Just as she was about to complete the fantasy in her head, she heard a 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 recognized that her son was truly 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," Frank questioned.

Just as the married mother was about to answer, she adjusted lightly in her seat, which caused a new sense of pleasure. "Ugh!" She groaned. She panted as she spoke, "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 that customer data. Don't let your fun distract you from work."

Easy for you to say. "It won't."

Olivia forwarded Adam a text message from Frank informing him that his dare partner was incredibly turned on by the dildo, and she was leaking pussy juice in the office. The excited son was more 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 school, Olivia texted her favorite classmate a PDF of his mom's work schedule for the rest of the week. Adam wanted to start small at 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 in HR. That would be a good first test.

During Calculus, the devious son played with his phone under his desk. He waited until 12:40 to be sure that his mom was 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?" she whispered.

"No fucking way. Ohhh. That's hilarious. So you just have to sit there, completely at the whim of some random guy?" Sheila shrieked.

Her friend nodded.

"So, who's the master of your pussy between the hours of 9 to 5?"

Christie really wished that people would stop phrasing things like that. "Uh, do you remember the young guy, the one who won your services in Tube Pong?" She labored through the question, as her attention was focused on her hardened clit.

"Oh, I definitely remember him. He was a cute little stud, wasn't he? A really nice-lookin' cock on that one. Ridiculous body," Sheila reminisced fondly. "Wait, he's in control? Chris, you are lucky as hell. Instead of thinking about that dildo in you, you should be thinkin' about that sexy, young stud fucking your brains out with all that stamina he has," the friend ribbed.

To Christie's fear, she couldn't help but imagine the scenario where the sensual pleasure coursing through her body was the result of her son's smooth, strong 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 a climax in the middle of the break room, the buzzing stopped.

The buzzing was far from over. The next day, the buzzing came at an even worse time. Christie was delivering the 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 again by its poor timing. Right as she was on an important Skype call with a financial advisor for the insurance company, her pussy lips began to twitch. 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. That little smartass.

Christie marched into Frank's office and pleaded with him to allow her to take it out. She said that she had a presentation with smaller corporate clients later in the day that would be important to sales. She explained that the person who controlled 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, Christie had to continue to perform her job despite the obstacles. At 4:15, Christie was queueing a PowerPoint and shaking the hands of her potential repeat clients. At 4:21, her vibrator went off. She was prepared for this moment, so she was able to limit her jumpy reaction to the sensation. Even though she lost her train of thought a few times, Christie gave an average pitch. The clients were interested, but not as sold as she wanted them to be.

She had to do something. The most important pitch of her short tenure at the company was tomorrow, and her boss was more than happy to allow her to be dildoed while she spoke to the potential clients. She knew that she had to do something that she had been avoiding - she had to talk to Adam.

After classes that day, Adam was planning on doing what he had been doing over the last few days - walking through the front door, going straight into his room to chill and do homework, and only coming out around dinnertime to inform his dad that he would be eating at his friend's house again.

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, feeling like he was being called down to the principal's office for some unknown reason.

He hesitantly cracked open his 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, closing the door gently behind her. "We just need to talk, and I'm sure everything will be fine."

The 18-year-old 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 made me 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 snickered, 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."

As Adam weighed his options, there just didn't seem to be an easy solution. Frank clearly was expecting him to keep up his inappropriate behavior. The son then took a good look at his mother. She was still in her work clothes, which was a white blouse with a black skirt that went down to her knees. Her breasts formed to the thin cotton shirt, and her toned legs were stressed by her heels. Christie could see that her son was checking out her attire. Adam then discovered a new option.

The son inquired, "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?" Christie 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. He couldn't believe he was about to say it. "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 this Friday 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 boldly pointed out, "Don't act like we didn't have a moment when we were watching each other give and receive head on that couch. 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 and placed her fingers over her eyes, trying to calm down and focus.

Seeing that his mother was blinded, Adam got another idea. He had a feeling that his mom came straight home from work and straight into his room to talk to him. She hasn't changed yet. He took out his smartphone and adjusted the necessary settings.

The distraught and confused mother suddenly jerked as a vibration sent shockwaves through her entire body. She shifted her eyes down and gaped at her son's finger on his phone. She couldn't believe he was doing it right in front of her. Christie realized that she was stuck. The only ways to stop it were if she ran 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 that 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 major win at work."

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 that Sheila had created was vividly returning, but Christie conceded.

"Fine, fine. I will 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 waited than she expected to answer that question, giving 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 school. His mind was swimming with the possibilities that the night could bring. He realized that he had completely forgotten to ask what the theme of the party was. So he texted Olivia, and she replied, "It's Cliché Costume. I'll pick you up at 8:30 again."

"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 natural disaster occurred, Adam wanted to make sure he would still get to the party before Tube Pong. He wasn't going to risk leaving anything to chance.

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