"Yes… uh huh… uh huh…" he kept on talking to Thelma Cassidy, the imperious mother of three boys; Tim, the eldest; Ron, his adviser and manager through two successively successful campaigns; and Rick, the playboy lawyer.
Mrs. Grayson held Tim's throbbingly hard cock in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his straining penis shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one could hear. "Ooooah, how nice!" She looked up inquiringly and Tim nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Mrs. Grayson slid her skirt upward, revealing beneath her straight skirt a pair of shapely, well developed legs, encased in sheer black stockings. She removed her flat shoes and stood in her stocking feet on the deep pile of the rug of Tim's office, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off a thin pair of clear blue nylon panties. Tim could see the frilly mechanism of her elastic garter belt that remained as the panties came down. Mrs. Grayson's wide pubic "vee" was covered with deep black curls, and Tim could feel his hardened cock gore an excited lurch at the sight of it. He was listening to his Mother's voice with one ear, but his mind was there between Mrs. Grayson's firmly soft thighs. Tim watched with admiration as his secretary's face clouded over with a desire that he had often seen.
In a familiar ritual, she raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushing her long shining hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips quivered as she languidly moved closer. Already he could smell the wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her cream-white thighs. It smelled of roses and reminded him of his mother's gardens that she had had since he was a little boy. Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as Tim closed his knees together. The sheer black stockings ended at the top of her thighs and the white flesh gleamed in contrast to the dark material. The frilly bands of the black garter belt made two long strips along her hips and the softly rounded shape of her stomach was encircled by thin rosettes of pink that were edged in the same black of the belt. Centered between these things lay the perfect dark triangle of Mrs. Grayson's quivering pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her stockinged feet slipped outward further and further from the senator's hard thighs. Simultaneously, the soft fringed covered mound of her cunt was opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the long hard shaft directly below.
"MMMmmmm… Yessss… Yes, Mother… Yes, I'd say so…" Tim was just as glad that his wife, Sylvie, had decided to leave. There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his mother along with a simultaneous visit from his obliging secretary.
The older woman brought herself slowly down as she faced her excited boss. He was young enough to be her son, and in fact she had a son his age who lived in California. For each of them this secret closeness meant a soothing of deep psychological needs… needs that no one else would have suspected, but which were nonetheless present.
The secretary bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of Tim's cock touching against her naked flesh. She let herself remain poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly turgid inner membranes pulsing wetly against his rubbery cock-head… and then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Tim's without interfering with the telephone.
"I'm gonna put you on speaker, Mom…" Tim suddenly said, his face reddening. He flicked a switch and put down the phone.
"Must you?" his mother's voice suddenly expanded into the room from the small speaker on the desk. "I hate that thing! It always sounds like you're in a vacuum or something!"
"Got some papers to sign, Mom, and it's easier… go on with what you were saying!"
But he did not hear as his mother continued, for Mrs. Grayson's full, soft breasts beneath her loosely cut blouse were pressing against his chest, and her slick, wet outer cuntal lips were beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock, though he had not yet entered her.
Tim began to daydream… the droning sound of his mother's voice, the wonderful intimacy of his secretary, his young and exciting wife out walking in the city that would one day be his… all these things went through his head as his rock-hard penis grew harder and harder. The exciting older woman was moving faster and faster, building up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling the young senator's thickening cock throb and tremble against her. She stopped her pace and began to ride slowly and sensuously over it. The fleshy penis between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the pressuring, and finally the full knobby surface became a bulbous mass against the pit of her steaming pussy.
She knew it was time then!
Her Tim's big wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small kisses on his lips.
"Tim-are you there? Am Italking to the four walls? For Heavens sake!"
"Yes Mother, I hear you… What's that you were saying about Daddy?"
"I was saying that if your father were still alive, he would have wanted you to sign that bill. Now your policies are exactly the opposite of his, and even though you tell me that times have changed, I still say that you father was a very smart man… how else would have he have made all that money… money, which I might add is going to help you go to be president!"
"Don't say such things on the phone, Mom… Well, it's no secret we've got money… A lot of people have money… but the point is that…"
Her breasts were nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock…
Mrs. Grayson's full white thighs spread outward and the thin pink slit of her warmly seeping vagina nestled lovingly now against his long, hot, lust-engorged cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his pants. Tim moved his arms around the older woman and she put hers up around his neck. Her fresh, moistly hair-lined pussy slid tenderly up and down along the blood-swollen shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk wildly. The passionate secretary was deep in an erotic trance.
She could not make a sound, but the sound was all inside her.
She reached her hand down and spread her aching cuntal lips with her fingers as much as possible and then let the big smooth-headed cock fit up inside their moistened circumference.
Unable to stand any more of it, Tim cried out, "Mother!" and bucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Mrs. Grayson could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the thickly advancing cock slid slowly upward into her tightly clenching cunt. Slowly it wormed its hard way up into her tender softness, and she worked her hips down upon it, filling herself with it, loving it, and wanting it with all her seething flesh.
"What? What's the matter, Tim? What did you call me like that?"
"Just… wanted… to see if you were listening…"
"Your voice sounds hoarse, Tim… is that girl taking care of you? You tell Sylvie that I'm going to give her a piece of my mind if you get another cold. Your health comes first."
Tim wasn't listening as he began to fuck upward higher and higher into the moist darkness of the older woman's experienced cunt.
"Oh yeah… oh yeah… oh yeah…" he murmured. "Yes, mother, yes, mother, yes!"
Mrs. Grayson wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when there was no open telephone connection involved. "Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me Tim fuck me good and hard!"
The young senator had begun a steady rhythm up into her tight warm vagina, and his strong hard cock was pushing, sliding racing farther, the whole of it arching from the strong vaginal pressure on it. His over-stimulated penis throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic-rimmed tightness of his trustworthy secretary, sending fiery thrills through him as he began to flick his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and tighten onto his advancing and retreating cock.