A/N - Just a quick update for you all. Writing of this story has been completed. Twenty chapters in all, nineteen 'story' chapters and one very long 'epilogue' chapter, which will round off arcs for all ten characters. Chapters still need editing and reviewing but will hopefully have all of them uploaded within a reasonable time.
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Caroline
Her heart was beating faster as it approached the time she was due to leave the office. She'd caught the train into work that morning as Mark would be picking her up that evening for the first time. He would be taking the lift up to her floor and would then stride towards her office. No-one knew who he was on sight. She kept pictures of her children on her desk, but they were from when they were all much younger. You couldn't look at a picture of Mark at around nine years old and look at him now and think they were the same person. He'd changed and matured completely.
When the phone on her desk rang, she almost jumped out of her chair. Taking a deep breath to stop her hand shaking, she picked up the handle. "Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Williams. There is a young man at reception stating he's here to pick you up. His name is Mark."
"Send him straight up, Janet. He's taking me home."
"I'm not sure I want to send him up. He's rather handsome. Can I take him home instead?"
She heard Mark laughing in the background, which made her blush. She was sure he was used to women of all ages flirting with him nowadays. And she was aware that although her son was incredibly self-confident, he wasn't arrogant. He was still the polite young man she'd raised alongside her sisters, daughters and nieces.
"Janet, I think you're forgetting you're married with three kids."
"What my husband doesn't know won't hurt him. But I'll send this fine young specimen up now. How old is he again?"
"Yes, I'm a cradle snatcher, Janet. But it's a lot of fun."
Placing the phone down, she sat back and waited for Mark to appear in the distance. The door to her office was closed, but she had vertical blinds that she currently had open so she could peer out onto the office floor when necessary. She rarely closed them unless holding an important meeting. Mark eventually appeared in the distance, Caroline unable to stop chuckling as at least three women immediately stood up to help. Finding he was pointed, he noticed him smile and no doubt offer thanks as he approached her door.
"Come in," she called at hearing his light knock.
He stepped through the open doorway, closing it immediately behind him as she stood up from her comfortable leather chair. She smoothed down her blouse and skirt as she noticed his eyes just drink her in. Stepping forwards him, his eyes observed as she rested both hands on his firm chest.
"Hello, mother," he whispered, "Happy to see me?"
She kissed him without hesitation, melting into his body as she felt his arms wrap around her, his tongue slowly sliding into her mouth. She moaned softly as he pressed into her, unable to stop the smile form as she felt he was already hard. Even at forty-six, she looked fantastic. In fact, she thought she looked better than ever. As for her son, she knew she was biased and thought he was far too handsome.
"Want me to bend you over the desk?" he breathed into her ear.
"I'd love it but we'd better not."
"Lock the door, close the blinds. Sit back on your desk..."
She took another deep breath. The idea of having her son fuck her then and there was enough to increase the dampness she could already feel between her legs. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered, "And you have me doing very naughty things nowadays."
His hand immediately ran up her leg to between her legs, noticing the grin form as he felt how wet she already was. She moaned softly as he pressed his fingers against her. Before she could say a word, both hands ended up underneath her skirt, easily removing the sheer panties she'd put on that morning. "Mother, I do believe your panties are very wet," he said softly, before holding them up in front of her, "Why are you soaking wet in front of your son?"
"Because I love him so much," she whispered back, "And he turns me on more than anyone."
"On your desk, Mum. Now."
She giggled and almost swooned as she loved the authority in his voice. Clearing a space she could sit down, she lifted her skirt and sat on the edge of her desk as Mark walked across the room, closing the blinds and locking the door. As he was doing that, she made a quick call to her assistant outside, asking Sue to hold any calls and she expected no other visitors. Sue flat out insinuated that she knew exactly what Caroline was about to do.
"Tell me all about it on Monday. Please tell me he's going to fuck you all weekend?"
"I hope so," she giggled as he stepped in front of her, meeting his eyes, "I'll see you on Monday, Sue."
"Have fun. I'll see you later."
Placing the phone down again, she shivered as his fingers ran slowly up her legs, his eyes simply gazing into her own, a mixture of the love he'd always felt for her, but the lust and desire that he now held for her in addition to that base emotion. Her now deceased husband and former boyfriends never looked at her in such a manner.
"I need my son," she whispered.
He kissed her again and she was whimpering within seconds as his hands fumbled at the belt of his trousers, before finally lowering those and his underwear. Her hand immediately went to his cock, unable to stop the smile as he was as turned on as she was. "Fuck," he hissed softly, "Mum, I do believe you're currently holding your son's cock in your hand. In your office. At your place of work."
Both would admit they completely got off on the incestuous part of their relationship nowadays. Both admitted their relationship felt completely natural. She had raised him almost alone, though with help from his sisters. When he became a man, ending up in bed together had been nothing short of wonderful and had been a boon to their relationship. It did help the sex had been fantastic from that first time together and had only got better.
"I want you to fuck your mother, Mark. My cunt is in desperate need of her son's big, throbbing cock."
He laughed out loud. She giggled as well. The dirty talk was sometimes over the top, but they loved to make each other laugh while making love. Wiggling to the edge of the desk, he teased her, rubbing the head of his cock against his slit, making her moan and whimper with her desire to feel him inside her. She almost begged him to slide inside her. Leaning down to kiss her, he stroked her cheek, gazing into her eyes again. She felt her bottom lip almost start to tremble.
"I love you, Mum," he breathed into her ear before slowly sliding his cock inside her.
She almost climaxed immediately, burying her head into his chest to stifle the moan she needed to release. Running her hands up and down his back, he took off his shirt to expose his muscular chest, moving his hands back to his front as she appreciated the faint dark hair that was now starting to cover it.
