The Family Business

[badmatt]

We're currently looking for some 'clients' for the family business. Anyone interested please PM me and I'll get back to you ASAP.

IC:

Miles O'Brien walked into O'Brien Enterprises for the first time that morning. And from that first foot he set in the door, he knew he was the boss. Everyone deferred to him just like his grandfather's letter said they would. And he knew it would go farther than deferring if he said so. He went straight to his office and as he was entering told his secretary. "Send my mom in straight away." As the door closed he thought to himself, "Best do it now and establish nothing's changed."

His grandfather left him the company when he died, it was a very well respected and popular PR firm. His mother worked as one of the lead reps, but she was also the lead entertainment. Even for grandfather, and grandfather had left her to him, so he HAD to fuck her to show her who was boss.

 

[Guest]

Molly O'Brien finished the called to Birbecks. The Birbecks account was an important one for the firm, bringing a lot of its own contracts with it. The company took care to keep Birbecks sweet, and this required a lot of 'face time'. She had arranged a meeting with the president of Birbecks for some 'personal interfaceing' over the future of the two companies' relationship.

Just as she hangs up the phone rings, showing an internal call. She picks up and the company president's assistant, Lynne, speaks, "Mr. O'Brien would like to see you in his office now." is all she says, and hangs up. The routine call.

Except today it was different. Aldous O'Brien, Molly's father and the founder of O'Brien Enterprises had passed away last month. Molly had half expected to take his place, god knows she had done enough for the company. However, her father was an old mysogonist. He had thought women should be mothers in the nursery, cooks in the kitchen and whores in the bedroom. The position had passed over her to Miles, the beloved grandson. Molly's son.

It felt very strange to get 'the call'. It was almost like Dad had never died, everything was the same. As she walked past Lynn she did not acknowledge Molly. It was always the same even though they knew each other very well. (Molly knew that Lynn had performed every service for her father right up until his dying day).

Molly knocked once and went into the office. She kept an even expression despite the strangeness of seeing her son sitting behind *that* desk.
"What is it, Miles?..."

 

[badmatt]

"I suspect you know exactly what it is mother. I know how grandfather ran this place now, and I will run it much the same way, in fact his instructions were to have you help me in displaying for everyone that nothing is changing. So, Molly, if you wouldn't mind, strip. Oh, and don't expect me to call you Molly anymore unless we're with any of the vanilla clients. So strip mom, now!"

I stood from behind my desk. Unbuttoning my shirt and then undoing my belt and pants as I came around. I stood in only a tank top undershirt and boxers for a moment waiting. "You know, if you don't cooperate, I'm going to take," he paused to look at a note, "the Birbecks account away from you." He watched and waited patiently to see her reaction.

 

[Guest]

I do know exactly what it is. Miles is a chip off the old block. He's the spitting image of his grandfather at his age and has the same gravitaional power of personality. In fact, I suspected that Miles may even be my father's son...

I had been prepared for this too. I had been prepared for it for years. My father had always talked about the ancient cultures like the Egyptians, who would make masturbation a religious ritual and marry their sisters to cement their divine kingship; or ancient Celtic and German kings, who ritually married and coupled with pure white mares as symbols of their new kingdoms. I was going to be the white mare that symbolised the company, to be mounted by my son as a symbol of his ownership.

So I stripped. It was an old ritual for me. For years I had come here to pay lip service to my father. This was not much different.

I slipped of the suit jacket and unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall from my shoulders in a billowing heap. My 34D breasts were encased in a lacy black bra with white filigree that was stark against my creamy flesh.

I pulled the hair clasp out and let my long blonde locks fall down. Then I unclasped my skirt and pulled it off and over my stilettoed heels.

I was wearing a matching suspender belt and panties. Father had always insisted on it. I knew I was still trim and attractive, again, father insisted on it. I was a knockout in my youth, and the clients still drooled when I entertained them.

I left my underwear on, Dad always like to tear them off himself, and I assume the position. I sink down to my knees, sperading them wide and pushing my chest out and tilting my head back. Like this I was open, exposed and subservient, just as father like me to be... just as my son now wanted me.

 

[badmatt]

I hit a button on the desk and several cameras in the room began to record. I didn't want the company to know, I wanted to show them. The feed was now going out live to everyone in the office, and would email to those not there when the recording finished. "Such a wonderful offering you make there mom. and in that position I think you have several needs. One to suck cock, two to be titty fucked, three to be pussy fucked, and just cause I like the idea, five, to be ass fucked. I'd ask which you want first, but that would imply I cared about the answer. In fact what I want is all that matters. Now bend over the desk cause sonny boy is gonna take your pussy then your ass."

Right before she started to get up I stepped forward and rubbed my precum covered cock head over her face. "Now, we all know how you used to please grandfather, so your service to me better be at least as good." I watched her stand and lean over the desk, I looked at the black panties and hooked my fingers under each side, pulling out and pushing in with my thumbs I ripped them opened. Now her pussy and ass were bare to my except for the remnants of her panties. I undid her bra and looked around her to watch them swing free. Grabbing her ass cheeks in both hands I spread them so that I could watch as I slid my cock into her. The first half went in slow and easy and then I slammed the rest into her. "So tight and wet momma. Now fuck your baby boy."

 

[Guest]

"...in that position I think you have several needs. One to suck cock, two to be titty fucked, three to be pussy fucked, and just cause I like the idea, five, to be ass fucked. I'd ask which you want first, but that would imply I cared about the answer. In fact what I want is all that matters. Now bend over the desk cause sonny boy is gonna take your pussy then your ass."

"Yes Miles." is all I say, and I obey. All of the things Miles mentions and more have been done to me before many times, but father had never broadcast our 'quality time'. Indeed my company assignments have alwys been very private affairs.

This time the entire company will watch my submission. I try to tell myself that it doesn't matter, but its there in the back of my mind, amking me just a little uneasy. The most troubling thing is that I realise it will be a pattern under the 'young king'. Many times I have found the videos Miles keeps of his various conquests, right from high school cheerleaders through sorority girls (one of the entire sorority) to the hookers and junior employees of the company. I was going to be the latest in this progression.

I bend over the desk for my son, presenting my lace-clad cheeks for his inspection and use. I close my eyes as I feel his young hands on me, then feel my panties violenty torn apart. The clasp of my bra is undone and my breast are exposed.

Then my son unceremoniously pulls me open and enters me, slamming his hard cock up the hilt into my pussy. *Ahhh* I cry out...

"So tight and wet momma. Now fuck your baby boy."

"Yes Miles." I say with a little less composure and grind my ass back at him as by son Miles starts to fuck me...

 

[badmatt]

"Oh god mom, you're fucking your baby boy!" I screamed as I started to pound her with my cock. "And your baby boy is fucking you back. How does it feel to have your cunt full of your son's cock mom?" I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, knowing that every one watching either had their eyes locked on our joining or mom's big tits swaying as I pounded her. I slid a finger in alongside my cock and then used it to start lubing up her ass hole as I pulled her hair to twist her around so I could kiss her. My lips hit hers hard, it was a violent passionate kiss. My lips traveled down to suck and bite one of the nipples I used to feed from.

 

[Guest]

"...How does it feel to have your cunt full of your son's cock mom?"

“Hard and thick, baby. *Ghaa *Uahh *Uahh*, You’re such a big boy now.” I’ve been trained from a young age to give men what they want and it come naturally now as my son fucks me. Its true too, Miles is well endowed and uses his meat like a piston in me. When he penetrates me with a finger it rubs my clitoris and sets me off moaning and panting.

Then that finger is pushed into my anus and my hair pulled so that I am forced to arch my back up and receive my sons throbbing tongue in my mouth. Miles plants kisses and bites down my neck and down onto my breasts as they frot up and down with the fucking I’m getting.

“That’s it, suckle on mommy, baby. Suck on that teat… Hmmmm.” I had always found pleasure in breast feeding and the combination of that and sex was intoxicating…

 

[badmatt]

I sucked harder and harder, I pulled as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I fucked her nipple with my tongue, I bit and sucked as my cock continued to ram in and out of her tight pussy. Then I let her go and pulled back. I took a small camera off the desk and held it just above where our bodies joined. I reached up with the other hand and showed my mom the view I on the monitor. "See that mom? It's your baby's cum filled cock in your tight slut cunt! Your daddy made you a slut and now your son's gonna make you a bigger slut!"

I held onto the camera as I kept fucking her hard and fast, but wanted something more. "Mom, you'd better start begging if you want something. Cause once your baby boy cums, your chance to get what you might want will be over. And it's not that far off." I started to fuck her as fast as I could. I knew the camera view was moving too much so I set the camera down again and took her by the hips as I fucked her. I reached around to pinch nipples and her clit as I rammed her.

 

[Guest]

I looked up at the monitor to see my ass vibrating to the rhythm of Miles’ fucking and the thick hard shaft slide like a gleaming piston in and out of me. Miles’ works come out of the speaker and ring in audio in my head, accompanied by the soft, fast noises of our sex. I like my ass. I work hard to keep in shape (I have to) and it’s paid off and I am pleased and proud that my tight peach looks good for the audience.

I press myself down on the desk. I know every scratch and blemish. “Uuuuh fuck!” I cry as Miles starts to plough me harder and faster. Bent over the desk (as I have been many times), held by the hips by a man standing straight is humiliating, dehumanising. Like this I am just fuckmeat to be used. Long ago I accommodated myself to it, and a part of me likes it…

“Oooaahh!” I moan as my baby boy tweaks my nipples and clit. I beg him. “Oh Miles please cum on me. Please! Please put your spunk on my face!”

 

[badmatt]

“Oh Miles please cum on me. Please! Please put your spunk on my face!”

Hearing the words, I smiled, "Don't worry mom, I will. But first....uuuuuunnnnhhhh!" I slammed hard into her and held there for a second as the first spasm of my orgasm wracked my body. I felt my cock jerk inside her and spurt my hot sticky cum and then I pulled out, spraying all over her ass before I pulled her down to the floor and spun her around. My hand stroking my cock as I kept cumming. Spurt after spurt landing on her face, in her hair and all over her tits. "ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhhh yeeeeeahhhhhh. Such a good momma...so full of and covered in her baby boy's cum. Just like a good momma should be."

 

[Guest]

Miles drives deep into me and I feel the first jets as he starts to cum inside me. Then I am being pulled down and spun around like a doll and my boy's throbbing purple cockhead is spraying me with great wads of thick warm goo.

From the first time my Daddy came on my face I liked it. The sensual heat of a man's desire running on my skin. I loved the effect I had on men, and I revel in the warm shower of appreciation that rewards my efforts. "Ooooh, you're such a good boy!" I call as he paints me

I take my son's dick in my hand and jerk it off furiously, milking his balls for all their juice. "That's it baby," I coo through my messy lips, "give your milk to Momma. Hmmm it tastes good. *Haghhmm, mmmphff, mmglp, shlp*."

I swallow the last and inhale Miles' cock, tasting the inside of my vagina as I clean him off. 'So here I am again' I think tio myself, ' kneeling at this desk with a cock in my mouth dripping semen.' Only this time the cock and spunk aren't my Daddy's, they belong to my baby boy...

 

[badmatt]

I look down at her, her face covered in cum, her tits covered in it, and all of it mine. "Mom, you should probably go get cleaned up. We'll need you to meet with a few clients today, and I don't think you should look like that when they walk in. When they walk out maybe, but not when they come in. Oh, and don't bother dressing, just head straight to your office, I want everyone to have one last look at how I left you."

I smiled like the wicked mother fucker I am as she stood, her tits dripping my cum too. I watched her walk out of the office, and start down the hall, she knew better than to close the door.

 

[Guest]

I leave Miles' office naked, bedraggled and slick. Nevertheless I stop at Lynn's desk and tell her that I'll ring her when the clients arrive so she can let Miles know. Lynn doesn't bat an eyelid at my state.

I apologise as a string of cum breaks of and splashes on her desk and I head down the corridor. Everyone makes way for me, and a few of the guys take a good look.

My son's brand is on me, and now its on the whole company as well.

 

[Guest]

The Business Meeting

After cleaning up in the bathroom I put on a fresh set of clothes (there's a reason I have an en suite and a wardrobe set up in my office). Just as I finish re-appying my makeup my phone rings.

"Good morning O'Brien Enterprises."
"Ms O'Brien, the Birbecks party have arrived." replies the recptionist.
"Thankyou," I reply, "Show them to the Function Room. I'll be down shortly."

Hanging up, I put a call through to Lynn to inform Miles and I head to the elevator. A few minutes later I enter through thr door of the Function Room, a private, secluded room at the heart of the building.

"Welcome to O'Brien Enterprises." I say.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ivanov Birbeck:

As you enter the Function Room Ivanov Birbeck rises from the comfortable chair he's been sitting in and the man and woman, his secreatry and advertising manager, rise with him. His eyes freely rove over the clothed body he's so intimately familiar with and he smiles his approval as everyone sits down again.

"Ahhh, Molly, so wonderful to see you again," he says in a european accent, "I trust the transition has been a smooth one and that you have some exciting things to show us.
"We're especially interested in things that will help us to push our lingerie and the like sales. They seem to be lagging a bit this quarter and also, I hope, something for the home furnishings area too for the same reason."

 

[Guest]

"Its good to see you again to Ivanov." I say as I shake his hand, reminding myself of all of things he has done with that powerful hand.

"We have several idea on how to publicised both lines. Our arts department is completing work on a combined catalogue. I don't think that you will be surprised by how a fine leather couch is enhanced by a beautiful woman in her underthings lying across it. Its not a new approach, but it is tried and tested.

"I believe some of the photoshoots are going on today, if you wish to take a look.

"We are also planning a show for the higher end lingerie, that should appeal to the haute couture crowd. At the same time there are several lines that might sell well in more... niche markets. My assisstant is bring down some details of all these proposals so that you can take a look for yourself.

"in the meantime, is there any way I can make you more comfortable?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ivanov Birbeck:

"I'd like a drink thank you Molly and why don't you join me. Vodka from the freezer, where I know you keep it for me will be fine," he smiles.

"Hmmm, I belive I'll look at the samples and artwork, etc she's bringing down first and then perhaps look in on the photoshoot Molly.
"If anything really catches my eye perhaps you'd join me for dinner and model for me afterward. I'm staying in the City tonight at the Hilton. If your time allows you could model in my suite after dinner.
"How does that sound to you Molly? Possible and acceptable or are you already busy tonight?"

 

[Guest]

I fetch four chilled vodkas from the kitchen attached to the funcion room.

When I return my assistant, Julie, has arrived with the Birbecks portfolio. Sitting down, I briefly outline the points of our proposals. The photos and floor-plans of the venue we scouted for the show, and some conceptual drawings. That project is in the early stages, though, so I pass over it quickly.

I pull out the file marked, 'Birbecks: Niche Expansion'. "This project is aimed at expanding beyond your main lingerie lines and into more niche markets. the overall demand is lower, but these areas offer a more stable profit to balance the fluctuations on the main lines. Plus there are few competitors in these areas that can put as much capital or expertise in as your company."

I pass on a few of the brainstorming sketches. The gear is 'kinky' stuff; leather, latex, peekaboo, crotchless, corsets and the like. I watch Ivanov's face as he looks over the proposal...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ivanov Birberk:

"Hmmm," he muses as he looks at each and passes it on to his assistants to look over and comment on, his face unreadable.

"What do you both think?" he asks before voicing his own opinions.

The Ad Manager says that there might be problems in showing pictures of those racy lingerie items in print or TV ads, but that could be handled by giving them a hint of mystery and by putting them into an Adult Only section in the stores. That would very likely bring more interest than simply showing the items in picture form since they couldn't be shown on models anyway just photographed.

Ivanov's secretary says that she finds some of them exciting and to be honest arousing as she pictured herself wearing them for a lover, and blushes a bit as she glances at Ivanov as she says it.

"Excellent, I agree. Molly go ahead and work up an ad campaign based the the mystery of the new Adult Only lingerie line. See if you can come up with a better name for the line than Adult Only while still letting it be known it's for grownups only.
"Do you have any samples of the things you've propsed for the new line?
"If so why not have them brought up and join me for supper in my suite and we can look them over and discuss them in a more relaxed atmosphere."

 

[Guest]

I watch the secretary's glance over at Ivanov. I had assumed that he would be having her on a regular basis. Now I knew it.

"Very well." I say as I shuffle through the files. I pick out a one of them. "We have a mock-up of this ensemble." I pass him a quick line-sketch of a woman in a leather corset, her brests are squeezed up and almost of of the cups. She wears a pair of crotchless leather panties, fishnets and a collar. Several buckled straps hang off verious parts of the garments.

"I'll see you at 5pm?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ivanov:

"Better make it 6 Molly. I have some things to finish up at the office, but will certainly be here by 6 at the latest," he says, " and that'd be fine and give me an idea of the quality of the merchandise. I'd rather we pay and have to charge a bit more than have slip shod products to sell.
"If 6 is good we'll go so I can be sure to see you on time."

 

[Guest]

At 6 o'clock that evening I am standing at the door of Ivanov Birbeck's suite in my business trouser suit. I knock on the door and wait for an answer.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ivanov:

The door's answered by Ivanov in his shirt sleeves with his shirt partially unbottoned and his tie hanging loose on either side of his chest.

"Ahhh, Molly. So prompt. What a delight. Do come in, lets have a drink and you can tell me what you'd like to eat so I can order it, unless you'd rather eat a bit later of course."

He leads you to the seating area in the suite and asks what you'd like to drink.

 

[Guest]

"Vodka Martini, please Ivanov," I say, sitting and and crossing my legs. There is a hint of fishnet stocking at my ankle where my trousers ride up.

"I had a late lunch, so I'm not really hungry right now, thnakyou anyway. What did you think of our proposals?"