Such Dirty Girls Part Three

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NEXT DAY I kissed down my mothers chest slowly, my mouth finding each nipple. She moaned lightly as my tongue flicked over them. I could tell that she was enjoying every moment of this. I was just about to go further with her, when the phone began to ring. “Don’t” I began to say, leaning up and kissing her on the neck and making my way up to her ear, “you dare,” I continued, biting her ear lobe lightly, “answer that phone.” “Don’t” she began, leaning her head back to help give me room to kiss her. “you dare tell your mother what to do.” I growled against her neck as she answered the phone and brought it up to her ear. I began to grind my pussy against her lap and grabbed one of her nipples between my fingers. She had to fight with everything she had not to moan into the phone. “Hello,” she asked the person in the other line, “I actually do not know if I will be able to make it into the office today. My daughter has not been feeling well and I should stay with her today.” I let out a little cough to play along with my mother and she smiled big at me. I could see the passion, love and desire in her eyes, along with all the lust she had been feeling for me. It made my heart beat incredibly fast. “Well,” she sighed into the phone, “I guess I will be there as soon as I can.” She hung up her phone and leaned her head toward me with a frown. Then after a minute she got a look on her face, showing she had an idea. I was curious and sure I was going to like her idea. “Mama has an idea,” I laughed in a sexy manner, kissing her neck once again, “you gonna tell me what it is?” “Well,” she smiled up at me, pulling me to the side so I was sitting next to her. I gave her a pouty lip and she leaned over and kissed it. I could not help but smile again. “I was thinking that you could come into work with me for the few hours I need to be there. You could keep me company, tease me a little for when we get home tonight.” “That sounds like fun,” I laughed, lifting her hands up istanbul travesti and tangling our fingers together. I lifted one of her fingers to my mouth and sucked it in. Rolling my finger over it and then slowly sliding it out of my mouth. “I am there.” _______________________ I loved now more then ever that my mom was a business woman. I was not sure what she did specifically but I knew that she helped maintain new clients for the company. Her job was very important. She would pick clients up from the airport, she would be their tour guide for the city and she would show them a good time. Sounded like a pretty awesome job if you ask me. “Here we are,” my mother said in a proud voice as we entered her office. It was the size of a large classroom or something like that. You would expect to see really high end people in these kind of offices. Then I really took a look at our lives and realized, we were pretty high end. There was never something I could not have because we could not afford it. “I can’t believe this is your office,” I said kind of jealous. I hoped that one day I would be able to be the kind of woman that my mother was. I was learning more and more though out this weekend just how amazing she really was. “Yep, this is it.” She said with a happiness in her voice. I realized that I had never been to her office and she had been working here for fifteen years. It made me a little sad that this was the first time, that I could remember anyways. “So what is it that you have to do today.” I asked her as I took a seat in her big comfy desk chair. I wondered how much time she actually spent sitting in this thing, and how much time she spent outside of her office, showing people a good time. “I am supposed to meet with a new client,” she said seeming unhappy about it. “This man who has tons of money to put into our company, but from what I have heard is he is hard to impress.” “I am sure you will do fine,” I said to her istanbul travestileri with a smile, just as a man pushed her office door open and walked in. I sat up straight in my mothers chair and shot my mother a worried look. I was not sure if me being here was even okay to begin with. “Who is this,” the man asked looking over at me. He looked me up and down, at least the parts of me that he could see, smiling just a little. “This Max,” My mother began, moving over to my side, “Is my business associate, Olivia.” I stood up from where I was sitting and reached my hand out to him. He took it firmly in his own and shook it. He then looked back over to my mother. “What do you need her for?” He asked. I pretended to look a little saddened by his question, but I understood where it was coming from. If he was the boss, he needed to know these things. “Well,” she began, pulling a folder from the side of her desk and opening it. She sat down on the desk, setting the folder over her neatly crossed legs. “from what I heard, Mr. Johnson is a tough one to win over, so I thought I would bring reinforcements.” “Reinforcements,” he said under his breath, looking back over at me. “Well, good idea Porter.” I had never heard anyone call my mom by her last name. I supposed I had never been to work with her before, but it was still weird. My gym coach called me Porter, I never liked it then either. Max left the office and my mother turned to me and laughed. I could not help but laugh as well. I had never seen my mother this full of life, nor have I ever seen her smile as much as she had done since what happened yesterday. I was glad that I could put a smile on her face. My mother worked her way over to me and kissed me softly on the lips. I pushed against her, licking my tongue alone the lining between her lips. She parted them lightly for me and I let it slip in. Our tongues dances so beautifully together, it was like art. “Miss Porter,” travesti A voice came over the speaker of the phone on her desk. “There is a Mr. Jack Williams here to see you.” My mother pulled away from me, giving me one last smile before hitting a button on the phone. “Go ahead and send him in Sandy.” She said, turning back to me for a split moment before the door opened. Both of our heads turned towards the door as what seemed like the more amazing looking older man I had ever seen walked in. He had to be in his late forties to early fifties. He had dark hair that was slightly graying on the side. He was like a mix or Robert Downey Jr and George Clooney. Just looking at him made my pussy drip into my panties. “Mr. Williams,” My mother said in an enthusiastic voice as she got up and walked over to him. She took his hand and shook it firmly. “It is so wonderful to finally meet you, my name is Tabitha Porter and this is my associate Olivia.” Mr. Williams shook her hand and nodded over at me. “Nice to meet you both.” He said with a smile. I watched him look me over, the parts of me he could see with me still being behind the desk. He smiled at me and I knew that he was interested. He then turned his attention to my mother and looked her over. I could tell that he was quite pleased with the way my mother looked. I couldn’t blame him, my mother was definitely an amazing site. “Alright,” He said moving over to the couch in my moms office, “so what are you going to do to convince me to be with your company. So far I am finding that no one had what I want.” He sat down on the couch and leaned back. He placed his arms over the length of the back of the couch and crossed his legs. He looked over at us with a smile, one that said, I am ready to leave unless you give me a good reason not to. “Well,” My mother began looking down at me. She gave me a devilish smile and I was worried for a moment. “My associate Olivia was just telling me what we could offer you.” She smiled over at him and then back at me. “Why don’t you tell him Olivia.” I swallowed hard and looked up at my mother confused. I had no idea what I was supposed to say or do in this situation. Why had she done this to me? Then I looked up at her and she winked at me and then licked her lips.

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