I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 1 by Deep Rest
Fiction, Authoritarian, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Erotica, Female Domination, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Mature
Introduction:
Mark, under stress, mistakenly calls his boss Mom. Seems like she's into it . .
I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 1
Being an office temp is better than a flipping burgers, I suppose. I'm 20 years old, and I skipped out on college so my options are limited. I started this new job four weeks ago. I had to get a suit from Goodwill, fill out a proper resume, and had to endure a tense interview with the director of the department I was to work at. She introduced herself as Amanda Jones, and I had never met a more beautifully intimidating woman in my entire life.
She was slightly shorter than me, about 5'8", but her presence was intense. She was significantly older than me, probably 38, and aging gracefully. She wore a modest black knee-length dress and wore her hair down to her shoulders, with deep bangs cut short just above her eyes. It was very nearly black, but glowed red when the sun shown through. She had Business Goth down to a T.
Her face was carved like a Roman statue, neutral yet serious. She studied me with deep brown eyes, and I couldn't hold eye contact with her for more than a few seconds.
She made me nervous to my core. No one had ever had this effect on me, and it was terrifying. Thankfully, once I was hired I was able to relax a bit, not under her scrutiny any longer. She gave orders to the manager, Gordon, who gave orders to me. Gordon was a nice man, in his 50's. The kind of guy you know has an immaculate lawn. He set me up in at a small corner desk surrounded by reams of paper, tucked away in a forgotten area of the office floor.
My main job would be digitizing physical documents and shredding them. My other main job would be to walk cubicle to cubicle and receive coffee orders. I was an office bitch. It beat being stuck in a hot kitchen breathing grease all day, though.
The next few days I got into the rhythm of my job. Every morning I would get coffee orders, except for Amanda's, since she preferred to make hers in the comfort of her office. Then, I'd get to work digitizing and shredding. It was quite boring, over and over running paper through the scanner then the shredder. Every few hours Gordon would come by and shoot the shit for a few minutes, sipping on his black coffee. It wasn't until Friday afternoon when I made my first mistake.
Gordon had come by to check on me. "Hey Mark, did you manage to get through 86' yet?"
"I finished it a few hours ago" I replied. "I decided I wanted to clean up this corner close to the desk so I could have some more room. I'm halfway through 2016 right now."
His expression changed. "Did you . . Shred 2016?"
My heart rate increased. "Yes."
He nodded slightly. "Alright, we'll need to go tell Amanda." He turned and began maneuvering across the floor towards her office.
I didn't know what I did wrong. I stood up, adjusted the wrinkles out of my suit, and followed Gordon. He stopped outside her office and motioned for me to stay put. He went inside and I stood, wracking my brain as to why 2016 would be important. Soon he left her office.
"It'll be alright!" He said cheerily as he patted my shoulder. Then he motioned for me to go inside. I gulped and opened her office door.
I walked inside her office and stood before her large wooden desk, beside two leather chairs. She was sitting regally on a distressed leather chair, tapping away at a laptop. When she looked up at me my heart leaped into my throat. My heart raced as I met her eyes, my breathing changing as my throat became painful from the anxiety of the situation.
"Mr. Sampson, did you shred 2016?" She asked directly.
"Yes ma'am." I said slowly.
She waited, but I gave no excuse or meek explanation. "We need to keep physical copies of those documents from the current day back ten years. Gordon hadn't told you, since you weren't close to 2014 yet."
"Oh." I whispered.
How is she doing this to me?
She noticed my discomfort. "It's fine, really. You'll need to print out what you shredded and refile it." She said, comfortingly.
"Yes ma'am." I blurted, relieved, starting towards the door.
"Mr. Samp-" She stopped, then continued gently. "Mark, until you get the hang of things around here, don't do anything unless someone tells you to, okay?"
"Yes, Mom. Thank you, Mom." I squeaked.
What the fuck??
"I mean! Ma'am! Thank you." I stammered. "S-Sorry."
When I looked up at her, her eyebrows furrowed and she had a puzzled look on her face. She studied me intently. After a few moments, she nodded towards the door, and went back to her laptop. I left, quickly, mortified at what I just said. I navigated back to my desk where I sat for the rest of the day, fixing my mistake and thinking about how I called my boss Mom.
After work I rushed home to change and went to the gym, desperately looking for my gym crush. My crush would distract me from whatever I was feeling towards Amanda, but she didn't show. My workout was subsequently deflated and short lived.
The next morning, after I had delivered coffee to my grateful coworkers, Gordon notified me that Amanda wanted to see me in her office. I was crushed. She wasn't going to let it go. I made my way to her office, but when I opened the door, she acted like it had never happened. In fact, she seemed quite pleasant and happy.
"Good morning, Mark." She said. "Please, sit down."
"Yes Ma'am."
She gestured to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. She had moved them to face each other. I quickly sat down. She walked absentmindedly over to her coffee machine that sat on a table up against her office wall. She pressed a button and dispensed coffee into two pristine white cups. I used this opportunity to take a good look at her.
Good fucking god.
Today she wore a black skirt, shorter than the dress she wore to my interview. It framed her perfect ass like a picture. Her legs were toned and sculpted. She had on business casual white blouse, and it accentuated her breasts without showing cleavage. It took me a second to realize she had no shoes on. She'd been barefoot when I walked in. She took the coffees from the machine and walked back over, handing me one before sitting down in the other chair and crossing her legs. She bounced her leg lazily on her knee, and I saw she had all black nail polish on her toes.
I realized I was staring at her feet a little too long.
Since when are you into feet?
I looked up at her face and she had a slight grin.
"Do you like it?" She asked.
"Yes." I whispered hoarsely.
"The coffee, Mark." She giggled.
Idiot.
I looked down at the coffee. "Right."
I took a sip. It tasted incredible. I cleared my throat. "This is so good! Where is it from?"
"A little town in Mexico." She put her coffee down on the desk.
"Mark, if you're going to stick around here, I'd like to get to know you better. You're not required to answer, but if you do, please answer honestly." She said seriously.
I put my coffee down and nodded.
"Why would you want to work in a boring office like this?" She said amusingly.
Are you gonna be honest?
"Uh." I swallowed, and took a breath. "I partied quite a bit when I was younger, and I'm done with it now. I'm trying to start my life seriously, and this is as good a place as any to start." I finished with a nod.
She nodded, accepting my answer as true, although it seemed she didn't care either way. Her eyes darted and quickly met mine before she spoke.
"Are you in a serious relationship?"
Why does she care about that?
"No . . I ended things with my high school girlfriend when she went to college; I didn't want to get dragged along since I had to work full time."
Before I looked down from her eyes, I glimpsed her smile slightly while she casually undid the top button of her blouse, and pretended to stretch her arm.
My heart, already racing from being alone with her, went even faster.
"Do you like working here?"
I shrugged. "It's better than flipping burgers, and it leaves me enough energy to hit the gym after work."
"Do you lift weights often?"
I nodded. "I grew up very skinny, but the last few years I've managed to put on 40lbs, most of it muscle. Now I'm around 200."
She smiled. "Congratulations. How strong are you? You look strong." She said with a smirk.
"Well, I could probably pick you up easily, Ma'am". I said softly.
She raised an eyebrow, then suddenly uncrossed her legs, and began to stand up, reaching for the coffee cups.
"H-Here, let me." I stammered and jumped up, grabbing the coffee cups and walking to the machine.
I got us refills, and when I turned around I saw that she had unbuttoned the second button of her blouse. Standing, I had a better angle of her cleavage and saw she was wearing a lacy white bra.
I must've passed the test.
After I sat down she leaned forward, giving me an amazing view. "I need a personal assistant. Is that something you're interested in?"
"Absolutely, Ma'am. I'd do anything for you, Ma'am."
She giggled. Her laughter was like Heaven's choir.
"Good boy." She said slyly.
Blood surged like a tsunami to my groin. I was instantly erect, and sitting down combined with these suit pants let me hide none of it. She reclined back in her chair, and didn't hide the fact that she was staring at my waist.
Fuck.
I was rock hard, and there was nothing I could do. Amanda gave me an out, though. She stood and walked back behind her desk.
"Finish out what you're doing today, get coffee in the morning, and then we'll discuss your . ." She paused, leaning on her desk, she dragged a finger across her lips. "Position."
Fuck it.
I stood from the chair, and my cock nearly burst my zipper. Her eyes widened as she stared at it.
"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am." I said hurriedly, my courage rapidly fading. I spun and made for the door.
I paused before opening the door, took a breath, and walked out. Thankfully, no one was near her office. I adjusted myself so it wasn't quite as noticeable, and quickly made my way back to my desk.
The next few hours were a blur. I had no idea what was happening to me. No woman I'd ever been with had made me feel like this. I didn't understand it. Was she just fucking with me? I'd been with several girls before, and I knew enough to flirt, but this felt like something else. Something animalistic.
Among other things, Gordon had me package the 2023 files and ship them off to the company attorney. I was scrambled in my thoughts and feelings. I couldn't focus. Just the image of Amanda was making my brain melt away. I was in euphoria and tortured with worry at the same time. Then, I saw my second mistake. And this was a big one. On my desk, a box with big bold letters:
2023 COMPLETE DOCUMENTATION
I'm going to fucking kill myself.
My heart sank and my throat began to close up. My hands started shaking, my stomach curdled, and I thought I might lose my lunch. My eyes began to get red and I had to blink back tears. I let her down.
This isn't something you can fix or hide. You have to tell her.
I started speed walking towards Amanda's office. As I approached I saw Gordon at his desk, looking at me quizzically.
"I fucked up." I mouthed, silently.
I stood at her door and knocked once. She told me to enter.
I walked in and shut the door behind me. She saw my expression and was beautifully concerned. It took everything of me to not break down crying.
"I . . I . . shipped the 2003 documents, not the 2023 documents." I whispered, my voice faintly cracking. "I'm so sorry. What can I do? What do I need to do?"
Amanda looked at me with a strange expression. Then, her face was calmly accepting. She gestured towards the leather chair. I walked towards it, standing above it. I couldn't stop shaking. She stood up, and quietly walked over to the door. I heard the lock click. I felt her walk behind the chair I was standing in front of. Her hands caressed my shoulders.
"You-" She gently pushed down on my shoulders, my knees gave way, and I collapsed into the chair.
"Need to relax." she finished.
She leaned over the back of the chair, her breasts falling heavy on my shoulders. She whispered into my ear.
"Mommy will fix it."
Oh.
I was hard instantly. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my cock. Just one word, and I felt precum trickle out of my tip, smearing into my underwear.
Amanda stood up and gracefully walked behind her desk, and snatched up her cellphone. Quickly she walked towards the window and began speaking in a low voice with someone. The conversation lasted all of thirty seconds. As soon as it was over, she hung up, twirled around, and gazed at me with concern.
She moved back towards me, every step she took slow and deliberate. I could barely perceive each step, it was like she floated through the air. Eventually, she moved in front of the desk directly in front of where I sat, and perched gently on the desk.
"When is the last time you came?"
"Um." I blushed.
She bent over, her cleavage placed directly beneath her face, and reached her hand out to lift my chin with two fingers. As she brushed her thumb across my bottom lip, I peered into her eyes, and I saw no malice.
Can you really trust her? She's your boss.
"I-" I swallowed. I took a deep breath, and decided to let go.
"I haven't cum in two weeks, Ma'am." I whimpered.
She smiled with so much affection it radiated like sunlight from her face. She extended her leg, and before I could comprehend, her foot fell into my lap. Her heel rested on my balls and the ball of her foot put gentle pressure against my shaft. I felt lighting strike down my spine, through my groin and out the tip of my cock. A moan escaped my lips and I smacked my hand to my face, covering my mouth in shock.
"Shhhh." She whispered. "You really don't have a nice young woman taking care of this?"
I shook my head no while she moved her foot up and down against me. She put more pressure at the base, and slid up, eased pressure, and slid back down. She was milking it, causing a steady stream of precum to collect near my waistband.
"That's a shame. From what I can feel, the girls in this town are missing out." She said coyly.
She pulled her leg back and stood up, then moved to the side, quickly snatching something from her desk I wasn't able to see.
"Stand up."
I took my hand from my face and stood, my dick straining against my pants, begging to be released.
She leaned her hip on the desk beside me, one hand behind her back. She was staring at my package. She glanced up at me and gestured to my pants.
Do it.
I slowly unbuckled, then pulled my pants and underwear down just past my waist in one smooth motion.
My cock sprang up so hard it smacked my stomach before standing straight out. It wasn't anything too impressive, but I was proud of it. A solid six inches long, circumcised, and at least two inches thick. It seemed thicker given how long it had been since I had cum. It had several large veins running down the length, they were trying to burst out through my skin. It bobbed up and down with every heartbeat, and the tip was glistening with precum.
Amanda's eyes turned into saucers. She licked her lips, seemed to contemplate something, then decided against it. She set her face neutral, and slowly walked behind me.
"Lean forward and put your hands on the table."
I obeyed instantly. I didn't care how strange the situation was, I just needed to cum. She could've breathed in my direction at this point and I would've exploded.
She stood directly behind me, and suddenly wrapped her free hand around my abdomen, traveling up my shirt, feeling my abs then dragging her nails down them. She stopped with her palm flattened on my lower stomach, just before my crotch. Her touch nearly made me collapse, and I set all my weight on my hands, my legs unable to support my body.
She leaned into me, pressing her breasts into my back. "You need to cum for Mommy." She purred.
My cock spasmed, and she whirled her other hand around my body. She was fully embracing me now. Her words made me shoot a rope of precum, and miraculously, her other hand held a whiskey glass, depositing my precum in the bottom.
What is happening-
Her hand on my stomach moved down, then slid up the length of my cock, and gripped it tight. Her thumb caressed the tip, gliding freely in circles, slippery from my cum. The sensation made me moan uncontrollably, and I clenched.
"Relax, and push." she whispered.
I slowly forced myself to unclench, held my breath, and pushed like I was peeing. Slowly I began to freely flow precum into the glass, pouring out of my cock while she played with the tip. I pushed as long as I could, willing the precum into the glass, but soon I gasped and had to take a breath.
"You're doing so good, sweetie." She cooed. "Now."
She let go, dipped her fingers into the glass, then lathered it onto my dick. Suddenly she started stroking, gaining speed.
"Ohhh fuuucckkkk." I whimpered, feeling it boiling inside me.
As she stroked my body started to shudder and convulse, I began to hyperventilate, and my heart was pounding through my chest. It was heaven and hell all at once. I needed it to end but I couldn't let it stop. I was at the precipice, floating at the edge of limbo, but I needed a push.
"Cum." She commanded with the voice of God.
I spilled everything of myself into the glass, flooding it with semen. I came and came and came, shoving a fist into my mouth to keep from screaming. My body jerked and writhed as it forced my cum out. I removed my fist from my mouth and breathed a huge sigh of relief as it began to subside.
My dick grew smaller but kept twitching, still sensitive to Amanda's touch.
"Good boy!" She exclaimed sweetly, and kissed me on the cheek.
She let go of my dick, and pulled her body around me to lean on the desk. I watched her she staring at me with hunger in her eyes as she raised the whiskey glass. It was over a third full of my milky white cum. Before I could say anything, she raised it to her lips, tipped the glass, and slid all of my cum down her throat.
"I . . You . . That was . ." I stuttered, unable to form a complete thought or sentence.
"Do you know what that was?" She asked, licking her lips.
I shook my head.
"That was an ownership ritual, sweetie." She whispered, leaning forward her mouth paused before touching my lips.
"You belong to me now."
She kissed me, her tongue slipping past my teeth, invading my mouth. I sucked her tongue, greedily, trying to taste her, and myself.
She pulled away and smiled. I grinned back.
She turned and briskly walked towards the office wall. She pushed on a panel, and the wall gave way, revealing a secret bathroom. She disappeared inside for a minute, then came back out with a washcloth. She reached down and cleaned me. It was pleasantly warm and soft, causing me to slip a little moan.
"I . . Um." I stammered, pulling my pants up after she was finished. "Well, that was fucking intense. But if you, um, own me. . I mean, what if I. . Am I not allowed to-"
"I'm not threatened by girls, Mark." She cut me off. Her expression was territorially playful. "Because ultimately, you belong to me."
That's clear as mud.
"Yes Ma'am."
She smiled. She walked behind her desk, opened a drawer, then retrieved two business cards and a black metal credit card. She handed them to me.
"Tomorrow, start your work day by visiting my personal hairdresser first. Tell her I sent you, she knows what I like. Second, visit this tailor and get a suit worth at least five grand. No more of this." She gestured at my Goodwill Special.
"Last, pick up the office coffee order. I'm sure you know it by heart now."
I nodded. "Yes Ma'am".
"And?"
"Thank you, Mommy."
As I exited her office, Gordon looked up from his desk with concern.
"Damn, Mark. She gave you the business, didn't she?" He said, frowning.
"Yeah, man." I shrugged. "But it's definitely better than flipping burgers."