Naughty Office - Anikka Albrite

It was three o'clock before Bobby arrived back at his parent's house. This was his first visit back since heading off to college and he was looking forward to it with eager anticipation. He was especially looking forward to seeing his mother again. Seeing her and renewing the relationship that had evolved between them before he had left for college.

Grabbing his suitcase, he jumped out of the car. Looking over at the garage, he saw that his dad's car wasn't in the garage. But his mother's was. She must have taken off early to greet him, he happily thought as he hurried up the front walk to the front door. Reaching down, he spun the knob and found that it wasn't locked.

With a big smile http://www.porncc.org/frustration-t180175.html on his face, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. His mother was nowhere to be seen as he tiptoed across and peeked into the kitchen. She was standing looking into the refrigerator with her back to him. Still tiptoeing, Bobby crept up behind her and slipped his arms around her, clutching her big, soft tit in his hands as he did.

"Hi, Mom," he laughed, feeling her jump as he gave her tits a hard squeeze.

"Bobby!" she shrieked, spinning in his arms to face him. Then her arms flew around him and her lips crushed down on his lips. As they kissed, Bobby could feel her thrusting her tits against him as she ground her pubis against his already half-hard cock.

Dropping his hands down to her delightful, round ass, Bobby pulled her against him as they kissed. It was a demanding, open-mouthed kiss as their tongues twisted and twirled around each other.

Finally, gasping for breath, they broke for air.

"Oh, Bobby, I'm so glad to see you . . ." she half gasped, half panted. "I didn't think you would ever get here . . ."

"Well, I'm here—and Dad isn't," he suggestively grinned, grabbing her hand and gently trying to tug her across the room.

"No—no, we can't," she frowned, pulling back. "Your father said he was going to take off early and I don't know when he'll be home. We'll have to find a way tomorrow."

Bobby stopped pulling and stepped back up to her and took her back into his arm. Kissing her softly, he felt her hand find his straining cock and gently fondle it as they lovingly kissed.

"Tomorrow," he groaned when their lips finally parted. "Mother, that is an eternity away . . ."

"I know, Baby, but we have to be careful. We can't risk getting caught," she told him continuing to toy with his cock through his pants. "But I'll make the wait worthwhile . . . believe me."

"It's always worthwhile with you, Mother," Bobby whispered into her ear, slipping his hand inside her blouse and squeezing one of her big, droopy breasts. "Always . . ."

Just then, from outside in the driveway, they heard a car door slam.

"He's home," Monica laughed, pulling his hand out of her blouse and stepping back away from him.

"Wipe your lips—you have lipstick all over them," she laughed, handing him a napkin from the table.

As Bobby wiped at his lips with the napkin, Monica ran her hands down over her blouse and skirt straightening everything up. They both finished just as Bobby's father, Steve came walking in through the door.

"Look, Steve, he's home . . . finally," Monica beamed.

"I can see," Steve grinned, stepping over and giving his son a welcoming hug. "Welcome back, even if it is just for a while."

"I'm glad to be home and get some of Mom's home cooking," Bobby innocently grinned back, looking over his father's shoulder at his mother and winking. Among other things, he loathsomely thought to himself . . .

The rest of the afternoon and evening there was no hint of the incestuous undercurrent swirling around them. On the surface, it was like any other family, rejoicing and glad to be back together again.

Lying in his bed that night, Bobby thought back to how it had all begun. It was his senior year in school, and he had come home to find his mother half-plowed, sitting on the couch blubbering openly.

"What's wrong. Mom?" Bobby asked, dropping his books on the hallway table before stepping out into the living room.

"I got fired," she angrily declared, taking another gulp off her drink.

"What happened?" Bobby wanted to know.

"That damned old man Jamison. He asked me if I wanted a raise, and when I asked him what would I have to do for it, he told me. I told him that it would never happen in a million years, raise or no raise. He said fine then, he didn't need my services anymore."

"Uh, Mom, that's, uh, that's sex discrimination—he can't do that," Bobby angrily argued.

"He did! And told me I had ten minutes to get my desk cleaned out and be on my way," she fumed.

"Are you going to sue him for your job back?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know—I don't know—why is your father always gone when I need him?" she complained.

"He'll be back tomorrow night. http://www.porncc.org/naughty-office-anikka-albrite-t298400.html It can wait until then," he told her, sitting down beside her, slipping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her to him.

"Oh, Bobby, I don't know what I'd do without you. You seem to always be around when I need a shoulder to cry on," she sniffed resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"Isn't that what sons are for, Mother?" he grinned, trying to make her feel better. But as he did, he felt a strange outpouring of love for her. He'd always had strong feelings for her, but he'd never seen her so susceptible and vulnerable.

To this day, he didn't know what made him do it, but it had led to the incestuous turmoil they found themselves in now.

Bobby had reached down and gently pinched his mother's chin between his thumb and finger. Then as he tilted her head up, he leaned down and gently kissed her. On the lips! Sparks flew as their lips first touched and his mother's eyes had flared open, staring at him in stunned shock. But as Bobby held his lips to hers, her eyes slowly closed and she offered no resistance to his kiss.

Stunned by her lack of resistance, Bobby didn't know what to do next so he just kept kissing her. Finally, as if waking from a daze, she leaned back away from him. Shaking her head as if to clear away the cobwebs, she opened her eyes. Bobby saw that she had the oddest expression on her face. He had never seen that look. Her eyes were widely dilated and had a distant, unfocused look that he had never seen in them before.

"Why did you do that?" she finally asked, leaning back against the couch, but not moving away from him.

"I don't know . . . you, you just looked so helpless and all alone. I just wanted you to know that I would be there for you . . . whenever . . . whatever you need . . ." Bobby mumbled, trying to keep from getting an erection, but failing miserably. "I'm sorry if you, you took it the wrong way, Mother . . ."

"Well, it certainly wasn't a peck on the cheek," she mumbled.

"You're lips are so soft," Bobby charged on. "I liked it, didn't you?"

"But that's hardly the way a boy should kiss his mother," she told him, a slight blush spreading out over her cheeks. "Don't you think?"

"I don't know—I thought you liked it," he said, defiantly staring back at her determined to get her to admit she had.

"Whether I liked it or not is not the point," she argued. "It's wrong for a mother and son to kiss that way.

"Then you did like it," he declared. "You did like it."

"So?" she shot back.

"What's wrong with kissing? It's just kissing—not anything else," he returned.

"Yes, but it can lead to other things. You know that," she smiled coldly, taking another sip of her drink.

"Oh, come on, Mom. How about just one more little kiss," Bobby grinned, leaning toward her.

"Now cut it out, Bobby," she fussed, pushing at him. "You're lucky I've had a few drinks. Else I'd take you over my knee and give you the paddling you deserve for acting this way."

"Promises—promises—" Bobby snickered.

Reaching over to the coffee table, she set her drink down and pushed up to her feet.

"Don't think I can't," she declared, reaching for his arm. "I'm still your mother and you'd better mind me.

"Oh, yeah," Bobby laughed, reaching for her arm to resist her. As fate, or destiny would have it, Monica turned just as his hand was grabbing for her arm. Bobby's suddenly found himself with a handful of soft, pliant tit flesh. His mother stopped in her tracks and stared down at Bobby's hand in stunned shock. Not one to turn down an opportunity, Bobby gave her big breast a rough squeeze.

"Bobby!" she gasped, jerking back away from him dislodging his hand.

Sensing the upper hand, Bobby lurched to his feet and grabbed hold of her arms. Then stumbling backward, pulling her with him, he plopped down on the couch and pulled her belly down on his lap.

Monica landed with a soft, little "Ompfff", as Bobby's hand shot down to her short, little skirt.

Before Monica knew what had happened, she was in Bobby's lap, her pubis resting on his legs and her ass sticking up in the air above it. She had to throw her hands down to the floor to keep from falling flat on her face, then she felt Bobby start to tug her panties down off her butt.

"Bobby—STOP THAT!" she shrieked.

Balancing on one hand, she threw her other hand back and clutched at her panties to keep Bobby from pulling them down.

"Bobby—Stop it—" she shrieked again, just as she heard the soft ripping sound when Bobby pulled her panties out of her fingers. Then she felt him pull them down her legs to her ankles.

"Stop—Stop—Stop—Bobby!" Monica screamed.

Just then she felt a stinging slap land on her the cheek of her bare ass accompanied by a loud whacking sound.

Before she could react, she felt another blow and another loud sound of flesh striking flesh.

Grinning, Bobby brought his hand down on his mother's beautiful ass for a third time. As he lifted it for a fourth spank, he saw that the creamy-white skin had a glowing, red handprint on it.http://www.porncc.org/naughty-office-anikka-albrite-t298400.html And down below her reddened butt, between her legs, Bobby could see the curl-covered mounds of her pussy. Gawking at it for a few seconds, he started to reach for it, but decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Stopping, he reached up and pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful butt.

"Why did you do that?" Monica fumed, pushing off his lap and up onto her feet beside his legs.

"Because Mommy was being a bad, little girl," Bobby snickered up at her.

Monica was shocked by what had just happened. But most of all, she was stunned by her own reaction to it. Through the anger and mortification of being spanked—by her own son no less, she had felt a strange sense of excitement. She had never been spanked before except by her father when she was a bad, little girl. She had hated those spankings, but after those spankings, she had felt cleansed, absolved of her crimes, but now this was different. An almost opposite feeling. There had been a suggestion of sexual tension with this spanking. Especially when he had pulled her panties down before he spanked her. Her father had never done that! Had Bobby seen her pussy? She hadn't fought hard enough to stop him. This left her with a guilty feeling that she had somehow deserved the spanking for not fighting harder and stopping him. Maybe, she tipsily thought. Maybe she had wanted him to see her pussy. Maybe she was indeed a bad, little girl. But Bobby had stopped too soon. Stopped before she had been cleansed. Now she felt she wanted more. She wanted Bobby to spank her again . . . to take away that guilt.

Stepping out of her torn panties, she reached down and swept them off the floor.

"Maybe you just wanted these," she taunted him, waving them in front of his face.

"Well here, keep them," she smirked, tossing them down in his lap.

"Bobby thinks Mommy is being a bad, little girl again," Bobby warned her, brazenly lifting her torn panties up to his nose. "Maybe Mommy needs another spanking."

"Well, that certainly wasn't much of a spanking," she taunted back at him, surprised that he had just smelled her panties.

"Huh?" Bobby grunted, wondering what was going on. It sounded almost like she wanted him to spank her again.

"No. Now my father knew how to give a bad, little girl a spanking. That's for sure," Monica mocked.

"Mommy is getting awful close to getting another spanking, if she doesn't xxx out," Bobby leered.

"Promises, promises . . ." she smirked down at him with a derisive sneer.

"Well, you asked for it," Bobby snorted, reaching up and grabbing hold of her. Then he jerked her back down on his lap.

The sexual tension of their interchange had already had a telling effect on Bobby and his big cock was hard and stiff. Monica could feel it rubbing against her hips through his pants. Bobby has an erection, she deliriously thought as he quickly jerked her skirt up off of her pretty, round butt. The fact that Bobby had an erection just added to the excitement of the spanking for Monica. Had spanking her got him excited, too, or seeing her pussy and ass? Is that what had excited him? Whatever it was, it was exciting her, too.

Staring down at his mother's perfect, round ass, Bobby could still see the faint, pink outline of his hand on its milky-white skin. Another jolt of excitement fired off in his cock making it twitch down inside his pants. Raising his hand up in the air, he sharply brought it down on her ass. As the sound of the slap bounced off the walls, he heard his mother give out a soft murmur.

This is crazy, he told himself, raising his hand up in the air again. She acts like she actually likes getting spanked.

What's gotten into me? Monica deliriously asked herself as she felt Bobby's hand smack down on her ass for a second time. Confused and baffled by her own emotions, she couldn't explain the sudden rush of excitement and arousal the stinging slap elicited from her.

Had she been a masochist all this time and not even known it? How could that be? Surely she would have known it, wouldn't she?

But there was no doubt that the spanking was bringing out something new and perverse in her.

Suddenly, to her shocked amazement, she found herself wanting Bobby to touch her. Touch her down there where each slap sent another arcing jolt of electric excitement down into her raw, throbbing clit.

After the fifth slap, Bobby paused for a moment to study the red glow on his mother's sweet ass. Should he stop, he asked himself? It was getting awful red. And he didn't want to hurt her too bad. But she seemed to be enjoying it. Then he saw his mother's legs slowly spread apart to reveal the meaty gash between the two curl-covered mounds between them. He could also see that the fat, gorged lips of her pussy were clinging together, covered with her glistening juices.

Then to his utter shock and astonishment,http://www.porncc.org/frustration-t180175.html he heard his mother whisper, "Touch me . . ."

Another jolt of electricity seared through his cock making it jump again. She wanted him to touch her?

"Touch me down there," she whispered.

She wanted him to touch her down there. Touch her pussy! Slowly bringing his hand down from where it had been poised to rain another blow down on her ass, Bobby slowly, lovingly ran his fingers over the soft, quivering flesh of his mother's perfect round ass. Moving down lower over the curve of her ass, he gently ran his trembling fingers over the soft, juice-covered folds of flesh that hid the precious treasure that lay below them.

Monica sickly found herself wanting him to touch her inside. Feel his fingers inside her. She was crazy, she told herself, and sick for letting her son do this to her.

"Inside me . . . put your fingers inside me . . ." she softly cooed as her legs spread even farther apart.

Probing the soft flesh between her legs, Bobby slowly spread the fat, bloated lips apart. As he did, his mother tilted her hips up to further expose the hot, seeping hole between the lips. Seating two fingers into the gooey, slippery opening of her vagina, Bobby pushed them into her all the way up to the last knuckles.